"Sir?" Cao Cao was surprised when he heard the waiter's words, Gu Nan rarely took the initiative to look for him, but then he smiled again, and he was about to thank Mr.

"Haha, let Mr. come in, and in addition, you can add another set of tea."

"Yes." The waiter bowed his head and stepped back.

It didn't take long for Gu Nan to slowly come from outside and salute before going up to the hall: "Meng De." ”

"No need to be polite, sir." Cao Cao stood up with a smile and made a gesture of please to a table beside him.

"Just sit down, Zi Yu has made a lot of progress in his studies recently, and Cao Zheng wants to go to Mr. Xie, but who knows that Mr. will come."

"Uh-huh?" Gu Nan responded, and then was surprised for a moment, wasn't Zi Yu still injured when he came in the morning?

I thought I was beaten up, but looking at Cao Cao's appearance, it seems that he taught the exam well, how was he beaten.

She has never been a father, and she has no father, so naturally she can't understand a father's "expectations" for his eldest son.

The waiter came up with a pot of tea, put it in front of Gu Nan's table, and added a cup to her.

"Thank you." Gu Nan said with a chuckle.

The waiter's hand was beaten, and few of her guests would thank her, or should I say it was the first.

This gentleman is really a special person, as other people in the house say.

"No thanks, sir, drink while it's warm." The waiter lowered his head, pushed the teacup in front of Gu Nan, and bowed down.

Cao Cao looked at these in his eyes and smiled faintly, no matter where he was, whether it was the host or the guest, there was no need to thank the waiter.

What Mr. does is indeed different from the world, although it is all detailed, it makes people feel as if they are not people in this world.

But if you insist on saying it, Gu Nan can indeed not be regarded as a person in this world.

Gu Nan picked up the teacup and took a sip, the weather was cold, and a sip of warm tea really made people feel comfortable.

"I wonder what happened to Mr. this time?" Cao Cao asked with a smile.

Gu Nan put down the cup in his hand, the tea in the cup was warm, and the hand holding the cup was much warmer.

"Mengde, I should leave for more than a month."

Cao Cao was really startled when he heard Gu Nan suddenly say that he was leaving, but he was relieved to hear that it was only Yue Yu.

The rest of the month is not much, and I think Mr. has something to deal with.

"Sir, but you want to visit your hometown? It's human nature. ”

This is just after Shangyuan, and it is inevitable that Cao Cao will think of this, and many people will go back to their hometown to visit at this time.

Speaking of this, Cao Cao suddenly remembered that he was walking in the pavilion last night, and saw Gu Nan walking through the corridor with Lingqi on his back.

He still didn't know where the master and apprentice came from.

But when I see two people at night, I always feel embarrassed.

"It's not going back to my hometown." Gu Nan smiled helplessly and said, this is human nature, but it has nothing to do with her.

"I had an appointment last year, and I wanted to meet three little friends."

Little Friends ······

Cao Cao has seen Gu Nan's appearance, if he thinks that he is less than twenty years old, what age can she call Xiaoyou?

After thinking for a while, Cao Cao came back to his senses, and Gu Nan was waiting for him to answer, and nodded.

"In this way, you can't let Mr. miss the appointment, just let Mr. go."

"Thank you."

Gu Nan got up slowly and arched his hand at Cao Cao: "Meng De, farewell." ”

"Farewell."

Gu Nan turned around and left, and when she walked to the front of the hall, Cao Cao suddenly stopped her.

"Sir."

She turned around and saw Cao Cao stretching out his little thumb and shaking it at her.

"Sir, remember to come back."

"Huh." Gu Nan looked at his gesture and smiled: "Got it." ”

Watching the white-robed man leave, Cao Cao looked at his hand.

Mr. gave him the feeling that there was always a long way to go, and he was afraid that it would never return.

But this gesture, which was like a child's play, made him feel a lot more at ease.

Sir has said that he will do what he says.

Cao Cao shook his head, folded Cao Ang's scroll and placed it on the table, and took a scroll of papers.

After Dong Zhuo, the battle between the princes and Dong Zhuo was rumored all over the world, and he wanted to recruit soldiers and horses at this time.

After that, it's the yellow turban theory.

Squinted his eyes, picked up the pen on the pen stand, inked, and wrote in the paperwork.

Suddenly, his pen paused and he looked out of the hall.

I forgot to ask, I don't know if Mr. can bring a coil?

······

It rained last night, and there was always a light rain at the beginning of spring.

The air is wet with rain, mixed with the smell of dew, and the smell on the tip of the nose makes people clean. Even those who have not yet woken up can feel much more awake.

"Huh." Zhuge Liang leaned on the hall with his arms and yawned, looking lazy.

The white clothes on his body are wide, and he is holding a feather fan in his hand, and he doesn't know what kind of feather feathers it is, the feather fan is blue and white, which his little sister made for him at the end of last year.

He didn't need a fan at this time, but he was used to holding it in his hand.

There was a book spread out in front of him, and the pages were gently blown by the breeze blowing through the hall, and perhaps this time was just the right time for him.

After the rain, waking up from a dream and reading, how can it be said that it is not pleasant?

His gaze paused for a moment on the book, and he looked at it in one place for a while, and said faintly as if he was used to it.

"Here, I don't understand."

As he spoke, he put down his feather fan, picked up the pen on the table beside him, and wrote a few strokes on the page of another book, which seemed to be a note of the problem, on which many of these questions were already written.

The notes were messy, and I could barely see the order of arrangement, and some of them were crossed out in front of them, thinking that they should have been solved.

When he was young, he was intelligent, he could read and write at a very young age, and when he was fast, he could read books a day, not by swallowing dates, but by understanding their meaning and even reciting.

But the book in his hand was enough for him to read for a whole year and not finish it, and he had not seen anything written in it, nor did he have any content to refer to and review, not even before him. Everything in the book needs to be understood and experimented with by himself.

But it is also because of this that he can read it with interest until now.

"Chirp." There was a sound of birdsong outside the straw curtain in the hall, and the young man in the hall raised his head.

I guess it's because it's spring.

He rarely goes out, and sometimes he even forgets the time, but he still remembers that it should be the end of March.

Because he remembered that not long ago, his little sister and uncle said that they wanted him to go to the city next to him to see the lights. He didn't have the interest to go, so the two of them made lanterns in their own house, and almost burned down the thatched hut at home.

Speaking of which, it is also the beginning of spring.

Zhuge Liang turned his gaze sideways and looked into the courtyard outside the grass curtain.

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