This voice sounded tepid, neither humble nor arrogant, with a hint of majesty in it, but it was not Zhang Gongzi's voice. Moreover, this voice also seemed familiar, but Caiyun thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't remember when there was such an acquaintance.

I heard that he came to find him, but listening to his tone, he didn't look like a talented scribe who came to sing poetry and wine with him.

Caiyun was curious, looked up, but saw a young scholar standing at the gate of the courtyard so casually, like a refreshing breeze in the flying snow, so chic.

Caiyun is also a person who has been rolling in the fireworks industry for many years, and he has never seen what kind of handsome talent. But the young man in front of him is not as weak and white as an ordinary scholar, not that he is not handsome enough. In fact, this young military attache is so angular and tall that people can make a deep impression just by looking at it.

He was dressed ordinarily, only a Songjiang cotton robe. It can be cut to fit perfectly and frame the perfect body.

Standing up straight, with a calm and unhurried momentum on his body, he stood there with only a slight smile, and the hazy snowy day immediately cleared.

This person, Caiyun knows, is a fellow villager in Sichuan, the first young talent in Chengdu, Wu Jie Wu Shizhen.

However, compared with half a year ago, Wu Jie looks taller, his skin is darker, his body is burly, and he has more mature and stable masculinity.

At first glance, Caiyun was a little afraid to recognize each other.

My heart skipped a beat for no reason, and I remembered the poem Wu Jie made at the beginning: When the bright moon was there, I had returned to the clouds according to the clouds...... Isn't that what it was written for me?

His cheeks were slightly hot.

Wu Jie's statement was actually a bit rude, mainly because he had never attended the Fengyue occasion and didn't know how to speak from the Qing people. Besides, he is a little disgusted with this industry, and he speaks casually.

But Yiyi sounded, but it felt extremely harsh. Although this little girl has not yet sat in the museum, she has been in Chu Waist Curie for all these years. I have seen a lot of occasions of dear love and love. Ping said that I saw that those elegant and elegant talents took care of the girls in every way, and they were coaxed to offer them like a bodhisattva, when had you ever seen a character like Wu Jie.

Immediately annoyed: "The one who came here is looking for Miss Caiyun, but you also have to see it, who do you think you are, you can see it if you want to?" ”

Wu Jie frowned slightly: "Miss Caiyun is not here, if she is not there, I will change it." If so, bother to lure me in. ”

Yiyi was even more angry, sneered and continued to sarcastically: "Look at your dress, you are dressed in a shabby cotton robe, and you are just a poor scholar, this is also a place where you can come, go quickly, otherwise people will bombard you out." ”

Wu Jie is a flurry, and he hasn't heard anyone call him a poor scholar for half a year.

At this time, Caiyun's voice came from the house: "Yiyi, I don't understand the rules, why don't you invite my son in, it's such a cold day." ”

"Caiyun, you're really there." Wu Jie smiled, waved his sleeves, and strode towards the house.

"Hey, you!" Yiyi screamed, but how could she stop it, so she had to follow in.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Wu Jie sitting on a chair with a loud smile, looking at Miss Caiyun with a smile.

And Caiyun stood up and was blessed, and his eyebrows were full of joy.

Yiyi didn't notice any difference between Miss Caiyun's expression and the past, but was angered by Wu Jie's casualness.

The other young masters came to see Miss Caiyun, who didn't try their best to please her, said all the good things, and when they met, they also looked elegant and chic, trying to attract her attention. Even Yiyi, a little girl, got a lot of good words. But the boy seemed to be back to his own house as casually, and he didn't sit in a seat, and only stared at the girl when he entered the house.

You just look at Miss Caiyun, is a gentleman good? But why is there no admiration, appreciation, and worship in his eyes? It's completely like looking at an ordinary neighbor child, his eyes are clean and pure, is this still a matter of poetry, wine, singing and elegance in the Qinglou, it's really too ...... Bully!

"It's rare for Mr. to come here, Yiyi, hurry up and have good tea." After being glanced at by Wu Jie a few times, Caiyun's face began to turn red again.

"Yes, yes, girl." Yiyi ruthlessly put a cup of tea on the coffee table next to Wu Jie, and took a cotton towel and wiped it on the table in front of Wu Jie. He asked unceremoniously: "May I ask where did the name of the son come from?" ”

Wu Jie picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said lightly: "My name is Wu Jie, a native of the capital." Today, I have nothing to do, I want to find a place to listen to music and talk about poetry with people. I was going to go to the Red Sleeve Pavilion to see Xiangyue, but unfortunately it was too crowded over there and I was too lazy to wait. I heard that Miss Caiyun was recently robbed of the title of Oiran by a woman named Xiangyue, and the court was cold, and there were not many people here. I'm a quiet man, so I came here. ”

As soon as the words fell, I could only hear "click!" "A bang. It turned out that Yiyi was so angry that with a force on his hand, he accidentally touched the tea house on the table to the ground and broke it.

After all, Yiyi was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and she suddenly turned pale with anger, pointed at Wu Jie and scolded angrily: "The son wants to come over and talk to my girl, and he has come to it, but he said these bastard words to bury me, what do you think?" ”

Wu Jie was still not angry, only put down the teacup steadily, and smiled: "Be careful, can you scratch your hands?" ”

"You, you, you ......" Yiyi was so angry by Wu that she couldn't speak.

At this time, Caiyun was "poof! A laugh burst out: "Mr. Wu, don't tease Yiyi, she's just a child." By the way, I heard that you came to Yanjing, why did you want to come to me for so long. I'm very clean here, can I disappoint you? ”

Yiyi opened her mouth with an "ah": "Girl, do you know this son?" ”

Caiyun smiled and nodded: "I already knew Wu Gongzi when I was in Chengdu, Yiyi, don't be rude." ”

Wu Jie: "It's quite clean, the plum blossoms in the yard are blooming well, which is very likable." I think that back then, the plum blossoms in Chengdu also bloomed well, but unfortunately because it was the south, it was less tempered by wind and frost, and it was always less charming. Unlike the plum in the north, after wind, frost, rain and snow, it blooms purely. However, the plum blossoms in my hometown are still nostalgic in my heart! In those years, he walked to the west of Jincheng, and was drunk like mud for plum blossoms. ”

"It's a good sentence when I went to the west of Jincheng, and I was drunk like mud for plum blossoms!" Caiyun's eyes lit up.

Yiyi already knew that Wu Jie was the old friend of her own girl, but since Wu Jie entered the house, the atmosphere in this room seemed to be completely dominated by him, which made her feel very unhappy.

snorted at the moment: "Wu Gongzi, you won't come here today to see plum blossoms, right?" You are also an old person of my girl, why did you run to Xiangyue before coming? I didn't think about coming here until I couldn't get in the position, hum, I think you can't be a tight person. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sneer.

Wu Jie: "If you don't say it, you forgot, I saw that the stars in Xiangyue were holding the moon, but the Caiyun girl was here at the door." It's just that someone took the name of Oiran, how did it fall like this? ”

Yiyi: "Sure enough, I'm here to bury people." ”

(To be continued)