After a simple meal, Xiang Zhi finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks and went out.

Before going out, he deliberately said to Zhu Xinning: "Miss, I'm going to play with the little master, I won't come back in an hour or two, you don't have to think that I will come back immediately." ”

“……”

"Miss, how about I lock the door when I go out later?"

“……”

Seeing Zhu Xinning's face slightly angry, Xiang Zhi grinned: "Okay, okay, if you don't lock it, but I can tell others that no one is allowed to come over this afternoon!" ”

“……”

After finishing speaking, seeing that Zhu Xinning got up and wanted to do something, where did Xiang Zhi dare to stay longer, the girl slipped away, and did not forget to say while running: "Miss and young master... You guys are good... Stay here! ”

“……”

Zhu Xinning was a little crying and laughing, ashamed and angry, and only took a sip after a long time: "This dead girl, she just doesn't have a long memory, look at how I clean her up when I come back!" ”

Jing Zhe smiled: "It's okay, this little girl looks quite clever!" ”

“……”

Zhu Xinning glanced at Jing Zhe twice, opened his mouth, and finally didn't speak.

The two of them sat for a while, Jing Zhe proposed to write a poem, Zhu Xinning thought about it, and finally asked Jing Zhe to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the stone table in the courtyard, saying that it was in front of the laurel tree swing in the yard, the sun was full of sky, and it was more inspirational to write poems and lyrics.

What I thought in my heart was that Xiang Zhi's mouth was fast, maybe he really told the other subordinates not to come here, the subordinates were timid, and probably didn't dare to come over, but they would talk nonsense!

What if Mrs. Zhu heard?

When I came to see that the door was locked, they were not in the courtyard, and the door was closed, would they be blind to what they were doing inside?

It's better to be in the courtyard, even if someone comes, you can see the chewing tongue root of the province at a glance!

Jing Zhe didn't think much about it, and obediently moved out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

I have already teased Zhu Xinning once just now, and today is enough, this thing needs to be trickled for a long time, and it can't be forced all the time.

Besides, he still thought about finishing the writing and going back to the newspaper office before finishing work in the afternoon to see how they were doing.

Although everyone behaved normally when it came out, who knows if it will be done in front of you and behind your back?

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Standing in the courtyard, holding a pen in her hand, Zhu Xinning suddenly found the feeling she once had, pacing slowly around the osmanthus tree and the swing, most of the osmanthus flowers have withered, and only some of them are still stubbornly hanging on the branches, fluttering in the wind.

Occasionally, when the wind is stronger, it will blow them down a little bit, and they will fall on the ground, on the table, on the two of them.

Looking at this scene, Zhu Xinning pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Zhe'er, do you remember when you were a child, did you still say that you would shake osmanthus for your sisters when you grew up?"

Jing Zhe also smiled after hearing this: "Why don't you remember?" At that time, it was too small, so I could only let my sisters go up the tree and shake. The last time I went home, I told my fifth sister that the osmanthus tree in our house was too thick, and I couldn't shake it even if I wanted to. ”

Zhu Xinning smiled, then came to the stone table, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote smoothly.

Jing Zhe looked closer and chanted softly.

"Guixia Shengge Courtyard, Sister and Brother Swing in the Flowers.

I remember the three or two things in the past, and I wrote before the sunset of the red window.

The garden is full of laughter, and the fragrance is around the nose. ”

Although this word is not very good, it is indeed a portrayal of Zhu Xinning's current thoughts, and it is also very smooth and appropriate.

After listening to Jing Zhe read it, Zhu Xinning was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, I haven't written it for too long, and I can't write any good poems for a while, I think it's better to forget it, it's a joke to put it on! Zhe'er should write a poem by herself and put it on! ”

Zhu Xinning has seen Jing Zhe's writing, and he has not written many poems, but if he takes out a random one, it is the existence of shocking the past and the present, and it is not something that she can compare with such a casual memorization now, so she will be embarrassed.

After finishing speaking, he was about to make a gesture to collect it, but was stopped by Jing Zhe with a smile: "I think it's very good!" Poetry, it is best to portray it from the heart, how can you blindly pursue the accumulation of words and so on. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the rice paper and passed it in the wind, and the ink dried up, and then he folded it.

"When I get back, I'll have them print."

Seeing that Jing Zhe said yes, Zhu Xinning was still very happy in his heart, and he no longer asked for it, but urged him: "Zhe'er, have you already thought about what to write?" Hurry up and write! ”

In her impression, Jing Zhe wrote a famous sentence casually, and if she could witness it with her own eyes, she would be excited to think about it.

Jing Zhe didn't shirk either, and said with a smile: "This poem was specially written by me for my sister, and after I finish writing it, my sister will keep it." ”

After listening, Zhu Xinning was stunned for a moment and tilted her head, "Which sister did you write it for?" ”

Sister and second sister are still different, after all, Jing Zhe has too many sisters, if you don't specifically refer to it, who knows which one he is talking about?

"Of course it's the second sister!"

After finishing speaking, Jing Zhe took the pen in Zhu Xinning's hand, pulled up the posture, and waved it.

From the moment Jing Zhe began to put down the pen, Zhu Xinning looked at it without blinking, did not look at the poem, just looked at the appearance, she was a little intoxicated, and then she began to look at the poem itself, her eyes could no longer be taken away from it, and she couldn't help but read it in a low voice.

"Ququ Chi side road, autumn to less pedestrians.

Containing water and cold laurel leaves, the autumn air is still clear.

The sunset is divided into colorful green, and the laurel tree hides the sound of the warbler.

At first glance, the flowers fall more distinctly.

Wandering and feeling cold, the moon shadow is horizontal at night.

Ling Ling's muscles are suspicious of Xiao Hansheng.

You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city.

The love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can also be flat. ”

Jing Zhe originally wanted to write a famous poem, even if it was not at the level of "looking back and smiling at a hundred Meisheng, the six palaces have no color", it should also be "there is a beautiful woman in the peerless generation, living in the empty valley", but then he thought about it, if this kind of poem is written directly to Zhu Xinning, not to mention whether she can accept it at once, even if outsiders look at it, I am afraid that he will say that he is too frivolous, and it is not good for Zhu Xinning's reputation.

That's why I wrote such a poem, which is not even an ancient poem.

This poem was once a poem sent by a Peking University student named Littlesen in the Peking University Weiming BBS Poetry Song Fu Edition, although the whole poem sounds relatively simple, but compared with what most talents of this era wrote, it is not too much to say that it is a masterpiece.

Besides, this poem is placed here, but it is also appropriate.

And after Zhu Xinning finished reading it, her eyes always lingered in the last sentence, her eyebrows were affectionate, and she looked forward to it.

"The love is across the mountains and seas, the mountains and the seas... It can also be flat. ”

There is no doubt that the shock brought to her by the last sentence is very huge, if even the mountains and seas can be filled, this love is indeed enviable and longing.

Thinking of what Jing Zhe said before, this poem was specially written for her, and Zhu Xinning's heart beat faster.

Jing Zhe smiled and shook his head.

said that it was good to tease, but in the end it was teased again...

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