Chapter Seventy-One: Showers

The two walked out together, and this time, Lin Zhi did not take the lead in front of him, and the two walked side by side. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info walked for a while, and Gu Yan heard Lin Zhi next to him whisper: "Last time...... The words are not intentional. ”

Hearing this, although Gu Yan didn't have much anger about the last time, he felt a little more comfortable in his heart, so he also replied with a smile: "It's okay, I also had inappropriate words about the last time." ”

Lin Zhi responded lightly, walked for a while, and suddenly said: "Wang Xiaoshu has always been sleek" After a pause, he said: "Be careful." ”

Hearing this, Gu Yan was a little surprised in his heart, he originally thought that Lin Zhi was the kind of person who was addicted to books and didn't care about everything, but he didn't expect that he could see things quite thoroughly. Since they are not ignorant of their surroundings, why did they end up in such isolation? I couldn't help but look at Lin Zhi twice. He replied, "Thank you." ”

Lin Zhi nodded and stopped speaking again.

The two walked a long way. Gu Yan was about to continue walking, but saw Lin Zhi stop. Gu Yan looked back suspiciously, only to see Lin Zhi staggering his gaze with a little embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "Go this way." ”

Gu Yan followed and walked over, but he was extremely surprised, could it be that Lin Zhi's residence was here? Thinking of walking together before...... If he lived here, wouldn't Lin Zhi have to walk a long way back every day? After thinking about it, I felt a little ridiculous, and it was not impossible to go to a certain store to buy something.

But soon, Gu Yan overturned the conclusion just now, and saw Lin Zhi take out a key and open the door. Obviously, Lin Zhi does live here. Gu Yan's footsteps couldn't help but pause, and he felt ridiculous and weird in his heart, and he couldn't tell what it felt. Walking in, I only saw an empty lobby, there were no tables and chairs, it looked very desolate and empty, and when I looked to the right, the doors and windows were locked, and there seemed to be a lot of ash on the lock. The weirdness in Gu Yan's heart became even stronger. I couldn't help but look at the forest again.

"That's where the house owner keeps his sundries." Lin Zhi explained, "This is where I live. ”

Gu Yan smiled reluctantly: "I see." ”

Lin Zhi picked up the key again, unlocked it, and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, Gu Yan was shocked again, the weather was quite gloomy today, and it was already evening, there was no sunlight, this room was very dark, it was dim, Gu Yan could still see the white things that fluttered slightly around this room, I don't know if it was silk cloth or paper, and it was written in black ink, but it looked like a haunted house. Even if Gu Yan was not small, he was a little worried by this scene.

Lin Zhi walked to the window, rolled up the curtains, and propped up the window. The room suddenly lit up a lot. The gloomy atmosphere also faded. Gu Yan took a closer look, and it turned out that there were calligraphy works hanging around the room, but these calligraphy works were not framed, and they were hung on the wall so casually. Gu Yan originally expected that a person like Lin Zhi who likes to read should have a lot of books at home, but now when he looks at it, he hasn't seen a single one.

Gu Yan turned his eyes to the hanging words again, and wanted to see what was written on them, but a gust of wind blew, and the paper hanging in the whole room blew again. Lin Zhi frowned, walked to the window and closed it. The windows are naturally glassless, and are covered with silk veil. Close the window, the wind is still blowing in the room. Lin Zhi put his hand on the cloth curtain and hesitated, but he didn't pull it up again. And he took an oil lamp, and lit it in a leeward place. This time, the room was much brighter. Seeing that Lin Zhi seemed to be looking for something, Gu Yan also looked carefully at the words on the wall. The content of these words is ordinary, nothing more than some verses. But if you look closely, no font is the same. Gu Yan can recognize several famous ones, but the rest of the fonts are very eye-catching. However, although this font is eye-catching, but it also looks like it has its own merits, although Gu Yan's current hand is forced to practice, and he does not have much hobby for calligraphy, but there is no obstacle to appreciation, in Gu Yan's eyes, these fonts, the fonts that I know have been imitated very similarly, and the words I don't know are also very beautiful and good-looking, of course, it would be better if these words could be framed instead of hanging and floating in the wind at will.

After playing for a while, Gu Yan turned his head to look at Lin Zhi. Lin Zhizhi seemed to have found something and straightened up. In one hand he holds a vial and in the other he holds a stack of papers. Lin Zhi put these things on the table one by one. There was also a piece of paper on the table, on which were written. Lin Zhi frowned, and was about to throw it away, but was stopped by Gu Yan next to him.

"Wait." Gu Yan said with a smile, "This character is very well written, it's a pity to throw it away, why don't you give it to me!" Gu Yan didn't tell a lie, the line that I don't know what style is really written very good, and it is rare that it matches the artistic conception of the song "There are Peaches in the Garden" written above. It's all free and easy, but there is also a hint of depression.

When Lin Zhi heard this, he slowly let go of his hand, turned his head and said, "This fire has not yet arrived, if you like it, take it." ”

Gu Yan smiled, and was not polite, he carefully folded the character and put it in his arms.

The paper that Lin Zhi turned out was a little different from the usual paper, it looked like paper that had been left for a long time, a little yellowed. It's the same as the paper used for those edicts.

Lin Zhi took out an object from his sleeve, and Gu Yan looked at it, what was the edict that was not polluted? I didn't expect Lin Zhi to have such a big courage to bring it out directly without realizing it. But looking at Lin Zhi's very serious appearance, he couldn't ask even if he wanted to. Lin Zhi took water, polished ink, took a pen, dipped some ink, and wrote a word on a piece of paper. After a careful comparison with the manuscript, I put down the pen and sharpened the ink again. Try again, just a few times. When Lin Zhi was about to pick up the pen and try again, a drop of rain suddenly dripped from the top of his head. It turned out to be raining heavily.

Lin Zhi frowned, and his mood was obviously extremely bad. He moved his things to the side, but instead walked to another room. Gu Yan glanced at it, there was a bed in that place, which was obviously a bedroom. Lin Zhi didn't speak, and it was obviously impolite to enter other people's bedrooms at will, Gu Yan stood at the door, and saw Lin Zhi groping on the bed for a while, and walked out again with a gloomy face.

When Lin Zhi saw Gu Yan, he pulled out an ugly and stiff smile and explained, "It must have been the hail two days ago that shattered the tiles......