Childhood dreams didn't deceive her. Behind the screen, he has good-looking eyebrows, good-looking hair, and a good-looking smile, and she is reflected in her eyes, which ripples.

"Sir."

Cheng Ying called him.

Yes, when she first saw him, she was five years old, and she reached the age of literacy and hyphenation, because she was embarrassed to be locked in another mansion and couldn't show up to go to her family's home school, so her father, the general, asked for a virtuous person.

I heard that it was Gongzi Fei, who was already famous for his young talent at that time, unveiled the list, came to the door, and recommended himself.

Originally, he just invited an ordinary master, but he didn't expect to invite a peerless national soldier, General Cheng was naturally overjoyed, and prepared a lot of money to apprentice, and since then there has been a teaching gentleman in the other residence.

Then a screen, men and women are heavily guarded, sixteen-year-old he sat behind the screen for the first time, and she was ignorant for the first time, and saw the silhouette outlined on the screen.

"Under Gongzi Fei, not talented, he was added as a thirteen girl's master." Behind the screen, his voice was light and gentle.

"You are so young, it is too old to call the Master. The head of the Jia family, who is also a master, is over half a hundred years old, so it's better for me to call you sir! As a young woman, her eyes widened, trying to see through the screen and see the silhouette.

"Good. How about calling the girl Little Thirteen? He laughed, his voice misty.

"Yes, yes!" She clapped her little hands, and the sugar in her hand was no longer fragrant.

Then, every morning, she was dragged up with sleepy eyes, and he was already sitting behind the screen.

The huge mansion has different entrances and exits, so he and her will never meet, he came first, she left first, and the only meeting point was the school, which was divided into two halves by a thin Suzhou embroidery screen.

Wu Yang's slave and grandmother gathered around, staring at him and her like prisoners, for fear that any separate meeting would bump into each other and ruin the reputation of the Cheng family.

Shen Shi, he saluted and said goodbye, and the screen reflected by the sunset was transparent, and his back could be seen faintly, he was a young man like a green pine, and his head was still rising like bamboo shoots.

From the age of five to twelve, seven years, day by day, he was weak, his voice became thicker, she was long, and she was beautiful, the only thing that remained unchanged was a screen, separating the end of the world.

Until a holy decree after the sealing, he left Beijing and went south, she entered the palace and married, and since then it has traveled three thousand miles from north to south, and the end of the world has finally become the end of the world.

……

"Sir." Cheng Yingyu called him again, her voice trembling slightly.

The man in front of him had green eyes and purple shirts, an unfamiliar appearance, but he seemed to be very familiar, and when he first saw this face, everything seemed to be taken for granted.

"Little Thirteen." He raised his eyes in response, and his tone was unsteady.

His voice has brought vicissitudes, and his face has been engraved with years, calculating, he should be thirty years old now, fourteen years, and it will pass in a flash.

"Why doesn't the gentleman want to recognize me?" This is Cheng Ying's first sentence, with fine grievances and grievances.

Childe's eyes flashed, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Because of doubts." ”

"Wonder about what?" Cheng Ying is stubborn and must have an answer.

"I wonder why I have an extraordinary concern for Little Thirteen." Gongzi Fei didn't hide it, or said that he didn't want to hide anything tonight, "I have read all the books of the sages in the world, and I became famous at a young age, but I can't find any solution to the symptoms." ”

"Concerned?" Cheng Ying frowned.

"You married the first emperor, it should be excellent, the fate of Mr. and the student is over, I should forget it, but I didn't want to go back to Jiangnan for seven years, the mountains and rivers are separated, I think about it every day, all I think about is whether the little thirteen has grown taller, whether the words have been practiced well, whether the palace has been bullied, whether the first emperor is good to you, year after year."

Gongzi Fei's words were light, and he brushed aside the predicament he had been riddled with nightmares over the years, as well as those crimes committed in order to find relief, such as locking up the Cao family's daughter for three years, and for example, avoiding her for seven years, setting her name as a forbidden word, and killing the forbidden people.

Why, lingering, it's you.

"Of course, it's all my own doing. In the past, there was a first emperor in the small thirteen, and now there is the East Palace, and the people in the auspicious shop are also not bad. Gongzi Fei added lightly, his eyes flickering in the light, "Heh, little thirteen, you should be doing very well." ”

The words were darkly cool and astringent.

Cheng Ying's nose was sour, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch him, to touch the purple shirt, his fingertips lingered on his temperature, the dream of the mountains and rivers in his childhood, turning into a butterfly.

"I've always been thinking about my husband. It's just that I haven't heard from me for seven years, and I think my husband is tired of me. Cheng Ying tugged at the corner of the man's clothes, like a child who made a mistake, and whispered in a low voice, "Maybe I'm tired of talking too much." ”

Childe Fei sneered. So this laugh, Jiangnan mixed peanut trees, visitors only meet Jiangnan old.

Yes, the little thirteen at that time talked a lot.

……

"Sir, is the wisteria flower really purple, as its name suggests?" In the first class, the thirteen thousand gold behind the screen spoke quickly.

The young man who was talking about "Disciple Rules" was stunned, and he didn't know where this cold question came from.

"Purple, of course." After a long time, he responded, and then changed his tone again, "Listen to the class." Although the matter is small, don't do it well, do it well, and lose it, what does this sentence just mean? ”

Five-year-old Cheng 13 naturally couldn't answer, and was trained through the screen, but his mind was full of wisteria flowers.

However, in the next seven years, the young man found that this little daughter didn't know how long her brain was, and people were sitting here, but their minds could fly all over the world.

After a while, a sentence came out, "Sir, on the day of the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, is there really a ten-zhang high fire tree outside the Anhuai Gate?" After a while, he said, "Sir, can the maple leaves of Yushan in autumn really be red to the sky?" I want to think about the east and the west, and the sky and the sea are north.

Although he always taught her to listen to the lecture well, he couldn't help but answer her seriously, gently, patiently, and told her over and over again, yes, there are ten-zhang fire trees, and the jade mountains are red all over in autumn.

Suddenly, one day, he realized that these problems are extremely ordinary, and ordinary people go out for a walk and know everything, which is almost common sense.

However, the little daughter behind the screen didn't know.

For as long as she can remember, she has been locked behind this red door, and the only thing she can see in the magnificent years is the sky on the gilded patio.

And besides her father, he was the only one who came from "outside", her teacher.

He understood, from giving Su Qian anti-lotus cake to Beijing, seeing the milk doll behind the Zhu Gate of the Farewell Palace, to receiving the list, and willingly stepping into this deep door, he chose her.

He's lonely, Little Thirteen.

……

"I've never been tired of Little Thirteen. If there must be, it's just self-loathing, my evasion, and stupidity. Gongzi Fei stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the small hand on his arm.

Fourteen years later, he finally touched her.

The creamy skin, slightly cool, and the shallot-like fingertips, in turn, entangled his hand.