Lin Hua'an, who was too frightened, rushed to the west bank of the Liuhe River in one breath, and looked at a large number of taverns and restaurants with "raw seafood" written on them, and then remembered that he had never been to Xicheng, and looked at several streets, and he didn't know where the Six Arts Hall was, so he randomly chose a street that led into the city and walked in.

The west city is similar to the east city, the buildings are about the same, the flow of people is also the same, and the people who come and go are all industrial, commercial and agricultural depreciation. Lin Hua'an, who was blindly watching, smiled dumbly, as long as the double-storey buildings in the Great Song Dynasty were not white masonry on the top of the red tower, how could it be that the pillbox of the Klimt Palace was so cool.

With the flow of people turned through several streets, came to a huge lotus lake, the lotus flowers in it were in full bloom, many literati and boudoir beauties stopped to watch, he was suspicious, isn't it a lotus? What is there to see, curiosity stretched his neck and walked over. The person has not yet arrived, but he can hear an old voice chanting: "When the lotus leaves are born, spring hates life, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them." I know that I am in love for a long time, and I look forward to the sound of the river. ”

Lin Hua'an, who was close, heard this poem, his steps paused, and he only felt very familiar, and when he twisted his eyebrows and pondered, the old voice said: "This poem was written by the prince of the county for the first time when he met Princess Yuanyin by the river, and the helplessness and sorrow in it caused people to sigh, and the translation was: When the lotus leaf was born, spring hatred was also born." When the lotus leaves are dry, the autumn hatred has become a reality. Although he deeply knows that as long as he is there, he can only look at the flowing water by the river and whimper. ”

The translation of this sentence made Lin Hua'an, who was thinking about it, suddenly have an epiphany, this poem is called "Traveling Alone in Qujiang in Twilight Autumn" was written by "Li Shangyin" in the Tang Dynasty, when did it become the yin stick who married seven wives? Could it be that the yin stick is Li Shangyin, according to Li Shangyin's poem, this guy loves all day long, but the yin stick is uncertain, but why did he run from the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty?

I can't figure it out, anyway, this ghost world is insane itself, where would Lin Huaan worry too much about a deranged thing. Striding towards the Lotus Lake, I saw the old voice just now, it was an old man dressed in Master's clothes, and standing in front of him were more than a dozen half-grown children dressed in white clothes and covered with red grids, gathering to listen to the Master's teachings.

It turned out that the teacher was teaching, he smiled dumbly, turned his head to look at the lotus lake, not only in this direction, there were teachers and students, and there were dense all around, but the red grid of the students' covers was of different colors, blue, purple, blue and blooming, and it was not the same school at a glance.

Got together a very boring lively, he walked out of the lotus lake, thinking that there are so many students here, then Yan'er's school must not be far away, but he has never seen Yan'er wear a school uniform, I don't know what Yan'er looks like in a school uniform, she must be cute to death.

Thinking of Yan'er's quiet appearance in wearing a school uniform and listening carefully to the teacher's lecture, Lin Hua'an's chest was hot, and he couldn't wait to pull a Confucian student who was about to leave and asked, "This ...... This big brother ...... No, no, no, this brother, do you know how to get to the Six Arts Hall? ”

"Zhilu Dao." The Confucian was polite, pointed to a stone street at the far end and said: "Walk in from Lotus Street, go straight to the end and turn left, there is Tongzi Street, there are many children's schools, it is not difficult to find the Six Arts Hall if you look closely." ”

Understanding, Lin Huaan hugged his fists and thanked him: "Thank you, brother." ”

"It doesn't have to be that way." Confucian also arched his hand, picked up the folding fan and left.

Following the guidance of Confucianism, he came to the school, but saw that the wide street was surrounded by stone walls on the left and right, and there was a mansion gate in more than ten steps, and the name of the academy was written on the door.

Walking around, he understood that this is a middle school and a high school, and the school gate walls one after another occupy the entire street, and restaurants and shops are only found on other streets, and the only thing here is the school. Thinking about it, middle school and high school are critical periods, and he can't be distracted at all, although he went to Seattle at the age of ten, but how nervous the college entrance examination in China is.

Walking through a large number of schools, he soon saw a red plaque and black letters of the Six Arts Hall, when he stepped into the door, an old man sweeping the floor in the distance rushed to ask, "Little brother, who are you looking for?" ”

It's quite formal, and there are security guards. Lin Huaan stopped, hugged his fists and smiled: "I'm looking for Long Yan, don't you know that you know?" ”

"Of course." He recognized all the more than 100 students and ladies in the courtyard, and the old man said politely: "The students are studying hard, the little brother can't go in and disturb, I'll call it for you." ”

"Okay." Lin Huaan hurriedly retreated to the door and thanked him with a fist: "Thank you, old man." ”

"No thanks." The old man smiled, although the little brother was coarse and linen, but he was polite, and he must be a showman, the court once every three years, the north and south of the river were only selected by a few people, he had been in this academy since he was young, and he had seen more than ten years of cold windows but had no results, so he ended his Xun Xun life. Alas! There are many harms, and reading is the most harmful.

Although women are not allowed to enter the Jinshi, this spring is the last month after Long Yan left the school, and she comes early every day and leaves late at night. Her parents have never bothered her for several years, and now she heard the call of the master in front of the door, and she was suddenly startled, and hurriedly ran out of the cottage.

Lin Huaan was indescribably happy when he saw Long Yan, but how could people be so shy? Before she approached, he stepped forward quickly, and said with a smile on his face: "Look at the ground again, why does Yan'er always look at the ground." ”

"Less...... Master. The young master called her by her name without being taught, Long Yan whispered in shame, and hurriedly walked out of the door, not daring to look at him and whispered: "Is there anything wrong with the young master looking for a slave?" ”

A small person, a small head, Lin Hua'an looked down at this timid little head, she hung her head because of shyness, her silk-like hair was combed into a girl's braids and showed a cute little scalp, he even dreamed of holding her in his arms, kissing her forehead, and the pair of shy little cheeks. But this lovely man who came out of his dream stood in front of him, and he could do nothing.

"Yan'er ......" was full of pain and longing, Lin Huaan couldn't bear it anymore, whether she wanted to or not, she suddenly took her little hand that was pinching her placket, and wanted to cry and bump into the unfamiliar street.

"Less...... Few...... Master. Being caught off guard, Long Yan trotted after him, his suspicious eyes squinted at the young master who suddenly didn't know why, and when he saw that his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry, he was suddenly startled, and he didn't dare to follow him to the back of the city.

Lin Huaan didn't know what was wrong with him, he only knew that he loved this person deeply, since he loved her deeply, he should give her a stable and prosperous life, and her career was just about to start, and she ran to a princess of the Jin Kingdom for some reason, and she exchanged engagement tokens with this golden branch and jade leaf, he could take Yan'er to escape, but Yan'er is so young, since he can't give her a comfortable and happy life, then why should she follow her to flee and wander away?

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, in the face of girls who don't love themselves, and in the face of girls who can't give love a good life, Lin Hua'an's throat is beating rapidly, and he walks all the way to the bottom of Xicheng. Until entering a small alley, the end of the alley is a laundry embankment made of rough stones, and the backyard patio of other people's houses is on the left and right, and several huge kapok trees are obliquely emerging from the backyard patio, and the kapok on the branches and buds are waiting to be released, waiting for the gentle palm touch of midsummer to give birth to a fiery red wedding dress.

After being led to Xicheng, the young master stopped, Long Yan panted slightly, puzzled to look at the young master who was facing away from her, this Cangsang back made her heart uncomfortable, and took a step forward to pick up her little hand and touch: "Young master, what's wrong with you." ”

Lin Hua'an, who was holding back tears, broke the embankment because of this soft voice, turned around suddenly, opened his arms and hugged the lovely person who was haunted by his dreams, leaned his chin on the top of her head, ignored the frightened people, and kissed and said to himself: "Yan'er, is it okay to elope with me, let's elope to a distant place?" ”

Suddenly hugged by the bear, Long Yan, who didn't have time to be frightened, heard this crying elopement, her beautiful eyes were full of confusion, and she asked with concern with a red face: "Less...... Young master, can you put it ...... Let go of the slave and the maid, what is there to say to the slave and the slave, the slave and the slave are not ...... I won't tell anyone, so why elope? ”

Lin Hua'an closed his eyes and choked his throat, lowered his lips to kiss this empathetic little head, and then buried his face deeply, smelling the pure grass fragrance emanating from her. And Long Yan knew that he must be very sad, biting his pink lips, his face was as red as a bloody paddle, feeling the young master's kiss, how could the young master treat her like this, and let him take it all away.

After a while, he calmed down, came back to his senses, seemed to think of something and hurriedly let go of the lovely person in his arms, and waved his hand in a panic and hurriedly said: "Yan'er, I'm not bullying you, I'm just ...... It's just ......" looked down at her extremely low face, and smiled bitterly: "I just can't help but want to like you...... Love you. ”

"Young master......" Long Yan called softly, biting her lip, summoning up the courage of her life to relieve the red face, and when the shameful eyes and the young master's painful eyes met, she hurriedly put it aside, took out a small chain from her coat pocket, and timidly handed over: "En...... Eun Gong gave the chain when Yan'er was crying, you are Eun...... Engong's brother, Yan'er gave you the chain, you have to be as strong as Engong, don't cry. ”

Belch? Lin Hua'an heard this intermittent soft language, what Engong and Engong's brother, where did he come from? Even if there were, it wouldn't be here. I had no clue to take the small chain handed by Yan'er, thinking that Long Xing had said that this was given to Yan'er by the prince of Yin Stick County, and Yan'er has been with her since then.

"Ahh After realizing that Yan'er called herself by her name, Lin Hua'an screamed, her eyes were suddenly happy, and she didn't dare to stare at her beautiful eyes too excitedly, and saw that she was peeping at herself, and suddenly hit five million, no, he was worth more than 200 million, and five million is a fart. Suddenly, like the most beautiful woman in the world promised to let him sleep, what a hellish metaphor this is. Forget it, anyway, the surprise is indescribable, holding the soft little arm of the lovely person, laughing excitedly, laughing again, and chuckling, and whispering sweetly: "Yan'er......" is not enough, lowering his face and bullying the end of the cute person's small nose and whispering: "Yan'er...... Yan'er ...... Yan'er ......"

The ninety-eight duan version of the young master is too disgusting, Long Yan doesn't like it very much, he likes Qiao Feng's version, because her father is a man like Qiao Feng, and his daughter is her father's intimate little padded jacket, and she has a father-lover complex with her birth. Long Yan saw that the young master was so happy, his red face was dripping with blood, and he couldn't breathe, Xiao Mian's hand gently pushed his chest that was getting closer and closer, put aside his hot face, and murmured in shame: "No...... No, that can't. ”

If Yan'er didn't love him, Lin Hua'an would respect her to the end, but this shy person didn't dare to say it, gentle, Lin Hua'an's domineering arm stopped her little waist, hugged her hard, let her be close to herself, curled the corners of her mouth with great pleasure, lowered her smile and whispered: "Yan'er, I want to kiss you, let me kiss?" ”

"Ahh Long Yan's heart had already jumped violently, and when she heard the words, she hurriedly covered her burning face with her little hands that rested on her chest and clasped them, where did she dare to say half a word, and her little head was about to shake off.