The breeze in the courtyard caress the flowers, Sheng Lan sat in the courtyard and wrote a book, the door was pushed open with a creak, startling a few birds on the tree, Sheng Lan stretched out his hand to turn a page of the book, as if he had not heard of it.

The footsteps approached, resting at the table. A few moments later, a sigh came into Sheng Lan's ears.

"It's wrong."

Sheng Lan slammed the pen in his hand, and a little ink blurred on the paper.

"That's right." As she spoke, she picked up her pen and wrote down the word "North" in a dignified manner.

"When did you change it?"

"Always known." Sheng Lan clenched the pen in her hand, took a deep breath, stabilized her voice and continued: "I know it from the day I entered the Jiang Mansion. ”

"Really?"

Jiang Tingyuan looked up at the petals falling from the tree, and dreamed back to eight years ago.

In the Jiangfu Library Pavilion, the warm winter sun was lazily sprinkled on the desk, Jiang Tingyuan propped his head and flipped through the heavy laws in his hand, and gradually became a little impatient between his eyebrows.

"Childe, please have tea."

Jiang Tingyuan raised his head, and there was a young man in gray and black clothes with clear eyebrows standing in front of him.

Jiang Tingyuan still had that lazy attitude, pushed the cup with a book, and said, "The library is not allowed to eat and drink, you don't know." ”

"Minions, let's get down."

Jiang Ting said from afar: "That's it, let's put it first, you come here." ”

The young man nodded, walked in a few steps and stood beside Jiang Tingyuan.

Jiang Tingyuan leaned over slightly and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Slave becomes a division."

"Yes." Jiang Tingyuan replied casually and said, "Can you write?" ”

"Yes."

Jiang Tingyuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, he pushed away the cup on the table and stuffed the book into Cheng Si's arms, "Sit down and write to me." ”

Chengji hesitated for two moments, knelt down on the corner of the table, lifted the pen and wrote very seriously.

Jiang Tingyuan had a smile in his eyes, "It's well written, I'll leave it to you later." He leaned back as he spoke, picking up an idle book and reading it with relish.

The sun was setting in the west, Jiang Tingyuan moved away from the book, glanced at Cheng Si, who was still kneeling upright at the table and copying the book, and got up lazy, "Okay, put the things down and go." ”

"Yes."

On the second day, Jiang Yuan limped out of the Shuyan Hall with the support of the minions, and his calves throbbed with every step he took. Jiang Yuanyuan was annoyed, and said to the scholar holding the book next to him: "You go, call me that kid named Chengsi." As soon as Jiang Yuanyuan's words fell, he raised his eyes and saw that the young man from yesterday was hooking his waist with a big broom, and his body was pulling and sweeping the snow on the path outside the Shuyan Hall.

In the cold winter, Chengji only wore a thin coat, and his face and hands were red from the cold.

Jiang Yuanyuan originally wanted to let Cheng Si Yima go first, and settle accounts in the future, but as soon as he moved his feet, a throbbing sensation instantly appeared on his calf, and even the pity in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"Narusa."

The young man heard Jiang Yuan's pretended majestic voice, and he paused to move, and walked slowly over with a broom, "Young master." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan took the broom in Cheng Si's hand, stuffed it into the hand of the servant who was holding him on the side, and rushed to Cheng Si with his chin raised, "You come here, help me." ”

Seeing that Chengsi didn't move, Jiang Yuanyuan said impatiently: "What are you doing in a daze, come here, you can't write and can't hear clearly." ”

Cheng Si clasped his hands and stepped forward to hold the Jiang courtyard.

"It seems that you really don't know how to serve people." Jiang Yuan said as he pulled his arm from Chengji's hand and put it on his shoulder.

"Then Young Master Ben will teach you well today."

Jiang Yuanyuan said that he pressed most of his strength on Cheng Si, and he glanced at the slightly trembling eyelashes and clenched teeth of the person in his arms, and a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

Entering the house, Jiang Yuan sat on a chair for a long time, turned his head and said to the scholar on the side: "Leave the books and papers you copied yesterday, and you go out first." ”

"Yes, young master."

The door closes softly, cutting off the cold intrusion, and the heat that lingers in the house comes up again.

Jiang Tingyuan glanced at Cheng Si, who was standing in front of him with his head down, and asked idly, "Do you know why I was looking for you?" ”

Chengji nodded, "The young master was punished for what the slave copied yesterday. Therefore punish the slaves today. ”

"You know a lot."

"It's the young master who said that the minion's handwriting is not good, and the slave knows that he has made trouble for the young master." Seiji said as he tugged at the somewhat short old shirt with his dry red hands.

Jiang Yuan's eyes flickered with Chengji's movements, and said, "The house doesn't give out new clothes every few months, why don't you wear them." ”

"Slaves do rough work on weekdays, and they are reluctant to wear them for fear of wearing out their clothes."

Jiang Tingyuan rolled his eyes and said, "By the way, I wanted to ask you yesterday, how did you learn to write?" ”

"The slave has been in trouble since he was a child, and his father and mother also went due to illness when the slave was five years old, and the slave had no chance to be literate, but God is gracious, and the township school Mr. saw that the slave was pitiful, so he left the slave to do a chorre in the school, so the slave sometimes followed Mr. to learn a few words."

"In that case, why don't you stay in the Academy?"

Cheng Si lowered his eyes, a little sad: "Later, the master died, and the slave was kicked out of the school. ”

Jiang Yuanyuan coughed lightly and changed the topic, "That, don't talk about it, my leg hurts, you bring the medicine box." ”

Cheng Siyi brought a black box according to his words.

"Bring the cyan porcelain vase in the box." Jiang Yuanyuan said as he stretched out his hand and slowly rolled up his white pants.

Cheng Si looked away and wanted to stand up, "The slave is clumsy, so I'm going to call the doctor to give medicine to the young master." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan grabbed Cheng Si and threatened: "Stop, who let you go, I'll tell you, start lightly, if you dare to hurt me, don't think about eating today." ”

Seeing the weakened figure squatting down obediently, Jiang Yuanyuan's eyes flashed with pride. Who knew that before his pride disappeared, there was a pain in his leg.

"Hey, who told you to wipe it directly, bring it over." Jiang Tingyuan snatched the medicine from Cheng Si's hand, for fear that if he was a second late, the medicine would all fall on his lap.

Jiang Tingyuan rushed to Chengsi and said: "Stretch out your hand, well, okay, wipe it on your hand first." ”

Chengji looked at the ointment that gradually seeped into his palm, and lowered his head in silence. Jiang Tingyuan stretched out his hand to push Cheng Si's shoulder, and said in disgust: "That's it, stupid, you can't even apply medicine, go out." ”

Chengji immediately stood up, retracted his hand into his sleeve, and said in a fine voice: "The slave is retired." ”

"By the way, I'm going to see you tomorrow morning as soon as I open my eyes, do you hear me?"

Cheng Si put his hand on the door of the house and stopped, turned around and bowed: "Yes, the slave remembers." ”

"Let's get out."

Chengji stepped out of the hospital, and the doctor around the corner hurriedly walked with a medicine box.

"Young Master."

Jiang Tingyuan stopped his hand to wipe the ointment from his leg, looked up and smiled: "Doctor Wang is here, thank you for your hard work." ”

Doctor Wang wiped the sweat on his head, "Wechen is used to it, and it's time to calculate the day." Doctor Wang said and glanced at the remaining ointment on Jiang Tingyuan's leg, and frowned, "The young master has dealt with it himself?" ”

"Well, what's wrong?"

"This ointment is for chapped hands and feet, chilblains, how can you use it at will?"

Jiang Tingyuan smiled and said nonchalantly: "Oh, I said that it hurts a little, I used the wrong medicine." ”

Physician Wang sighed, and comforted while taking the medicine: "Young master, let's make less trouble, Madame heard that you were injured, and she was anxious, and it was just not easy to relieve yourself." ”

"Yes, I remember." Jiang Ting glanced at the dead trees outside the courtyard, and pondered in his heart, when the weather is warm, it is just right to hang a swing.

In the blink of an eye in April, the spring is bright, and a tree outside the courtyard is blooming.

Jiang Tingyuan stood at the desk and clicked on the words that Cheng Si had just written, his tone was three points angry and seven points helpless, "Why did you write it wrong, how many times have I said it, there is no such thing in the north." ”

"Minions, let's change it."

"My ears are calloused when I hear you say this. Tsk, it's wrong, it's wrong, I'll teach you again. ”

The falling flowers on the tree staggered and floated on the desk, falling on that word. Jiang Yuan pulled back his thoughts, and he turned his eyes back to stop at the lilac figure,

"What's your real name?"

Sheng Lan said: "Is there anything else you need to know now?" ”

Jiang Yuan sighed, his voice like a stone thrown into a hollow, passing through layer by layer, "At least I should know the name of the only person I have ever loved in my life." ”

Sheng Lan lowered her eyes, the petals on the ground gently swirled and swept the corners of her clothes, her throat was dry, and she slowly spoke: "You still have a long life to do." ”

"It's all yours."

For a long time, Sheng Lan didn't say a word, but just left a back for the Jiang courtyard, the spring was bright, but the courtyard was like an autumn day.

Jiang Yuan said in a low voice: "Why did you leave in the first place. ”

"It's not you who should be coming."

Jiang Yuanyuan still stubbornly asked, "Why did you leave in the first place?"

Sheng Lan turned around, and there seemed to be a layer of frost on his face, "Since you want to explain, then bring Zongzhi over, and he will explain it to you personally." ”

"Okay, but there's one more thing I need to know."

"What?"

Jiang Tingyuan took out the white handkerchief and said, "I want to know the owner of this handkerchief." ”

Sheng Lan took it and traced it carefully, and then returned it to Jiang Tingyuan, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

"I picked it up in Naruka's inner courtyard, have you ever met anyone there?"

Sheng Lan thought for two seconds: "There is one, it should be the maid of the Zongfu, what, is that maid still destined to say something." ”

Jiang Tingyuan ignored the sarcasm in Sheng Lan's tone, put away the veil, and glanced at Sheng Lan carefully, "No, I will take your promise and wait for Zongzhi to come, I hope you take care of yourself." ”

"Heh, it's the one in the house who should take care."

"I know you never do things that don't have a cause, and you don't make random conclusions."

Sheng Lan said: "Sometimes what you know may not be the truth. ”

"I know my heart, and that's enough."

The wind blew the paper on the desk and scattered it all over the ground. The footsteps behind him faded away, Sheng Lan turned around, and the courtyard seemed to be empty.

"It's a pity that sometimes, knowing hurts the most."

At the foot of the mountain, the carriage went away, raising a puff of dust, scattering in all directions, and the fog was cloudy.