When the sun was setting, Song Yuqiu was still lying on the desk, trying to read with the faint light of the weak, Qi Shao walked to Song Yuqiu's side, put the book aside, and reminded: "It's not too early, Su Yaonu can't forget to sleep and eat." If you come back late, the road will be inconvenient. ”

Song Yusui rubbed her temples and said with some complaints: "Today, Song Yusui is afraid that she won't be able to go home, the urging is too tight, so many books need to be cleaned up one by one, and I am afraid that I may not be able to finish it until now." Song Yuqiu thought, if there was someone to study with Song Yuqiu, it would be great! So, Song Yuxuan decided to go to the library to borrow a few books to read. Song Yuxuan picked up a book and looked at it carefully, it was a copy of "The Art of War". "What? After saying that, he found the candlestick and lit it on the table.

"Isn't it just the Medicine Girl, why do you want to help Tianlu Pavilion carry the burden?

Song Yuqiu hurriedly wrote on the paper without raising his head: "There is only one palace girl in Tianlu Pavilion who is sick. Song Yuxuan helped her come over to run errands, and... Song Yuxuan wants to read. "Alright! Look at this book! "You know what? That's a woman's book! Song Yuxuan's hand drew a small question mark on the page. Oh! What did you say? The pen in his hand froze for a while, touching the deepest self in his heart and not being able to tell the reason, he was immersed in the vast sea of books, trying to forget the pain and loneliness.

Qi Shao stared at Song Yuqiu, and then swept the mountains of books behind Song Yuqiu, and at this moment, the waiters outside the door urged Qi Shao outside to remind Qi Shao that the palace door was locked. Qi Shao stood up and said to Song Yuqiu: "You go, Song Yuxuan has time to wait for you!" Song Yuqiu knew that he was a very good man, but he didn't have time to accompany Song Yuqiu. Song Yuxuan's body was a little weak. Qi Shao didn't have the ability to help Song Yuxuan, so he left without speaking.

At night, only Song Yuxuan was left alone in the Tianlu Pavilion, and the eaves were carved with a phoenix wearing peony that symbolized good luck, but at this time it was more hideous, more terrifying, and more gloomy than the ghosts. There are many books in Tianlu Pavilion, including famous works such as "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Outer History of Confucianism", as well as some popular novels and martial arts novels. These books were all bought by Song Yuxuan from a bookstore. Tianlu Pavilion has a large collection of books. Fortunately, the progress was beyond Song Yuqiu's imagination, probably a moment of ugliness only clarified the collection of books on the 5 bookshelves, Song Yuxuan calculated that there were more than 100 books left on the shelves in Tianlu Pavilion, Song Yuxuan fought so hard, I am afraid it would take more than 1 month to clarify. Ah Yuan was sick for a while and didn't get better, and if there was no one to support him, Ah Yuan would have no punishment.

Locking the door of Tianlu Pavilion, carrying a sheep's horn lantern, walking in the snow one deep and one shallow, he couldn't help but be anxious for Ah Yuan, calculating whether to speed up tomorrow. "Brother, you see how good Song Yuqiu is!" Ah Yuan's hand touched the ground, and Song Yuxuan knew that he was about to start a new day of busyness. Song Yuqiu sighed softly and continued to walk forward. The candle flame faintly lit up the snow on his feet, exuding a warm brilliance, the quiet night was deep, Song Yusui had no fear, only quiet and serene, Song Yusui thought about the beginning for no reason, I don't know if he slept well or badly at night, or committed the old disease of rheumatism, and I don't know that my brother is still reading with a lamp.

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and then he felt that he was very stupid, obviously a relative who would never see him again, why couldn't help but think? Song Yuxuan's thoughts suddenly returned to the winter three years ago. That day, Song Yuxuan and her father sat in the courtyard together to bask in the sun. When the sun rose in the west, Song Yuqiu's eyes invariably cast into the distance. A layer of mist suddenly rose in his eyes, as if the coolness of the winter night came to his bones.

I remember that my father once said that when he was unhappy, he looked up at the sky, and the sky was vast, and then Song Yuqiu felt that Song Yuqiu's sadness was so small, but it was just a petal falling on the vast earth. That night, Song Yuxuan sat alone in front of the window, looking at the starry sky in a daze. Song Yuxuan suddenly remembered that it was a night. It was pitch black outside the window. Suddenly, a gust of wind howled. Song Yuqiu raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the sky was dyed with ink translucent, the towering palace wall seemed to be daunting anymore, and his sadness seemed to have really disappeared.

The back door of the internal pharmacy has been open, afraid of coming to the emergency department at night, when Song Yuxuan walked inside, he turned his head sideways and was about to cover the door, but he seemed to find a vague figure in the dark bushes not far away, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly whispered: "Who is it?" "Who are you?" "Song Yuqiu is ......," Song Yuqiu replied. Oh! It's Song Yuxuan! "Who are you?" Song Yuxuan asked again. "Song Yuxuan is a wild duck! At this time, he saw two jackdaws frightened in the bushes and flew away into the distance.

I went back to the room and fell asleep in a daze, and it was already noon when I got up the next day, Aunt Pei should have known that Song Yuxuan had gone to Tianlu Pavilion to represent the team. "You know what? Last night, there was a dispute between Song Yuqiu!" Really?" Song Yuqiu replied without thinking: "Yes! How so?" Why is this happening?" She asked, puzzled. She left a letterhead with no reproach, but just told Song Yuqiu not to overwork, and then left a bowl of fairy crane grass + brown sugar and red dates fried soup for Song Yuqiu on the table, and Song Yuqiu took the plain porcelain bowl and swallowed the dates.

The snow was swept by the palace people on both sides of the palace road, and then a lot of salt was sprinkled to stop the freezing, and even the snow in front of the Tianlu Pavilion, which had been cold for a long time, was swept clean, and I couldn't help but feel that the palace people were industrious.

When Song Yuxuan saw that there was still the small yellow door he saw yesterday at the gate of Tianlu Pavilion, as expected, Qi Shao had already come to Song Yuxuan first, knelt on the bookcase, and saw Song Yuxuan coming over, and greeted him lightly: "Good morning Su Yaonu!" ”

Song Yuxuan gossiped a few words with him casually, and secretly wondered why he came so early today? He was in his study arranging his books, and was in high spirits, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Who? Open the door! Song Yusui turned around from his desk, he actually lay on the bookcase to help Song Yusui log in the bibliography, Song Yusui was a little flattered, and said nervously: "This matter should not be done by the working adults, the adults have to work by themselves!" ”

Qi Shao looked at Song Yuqiu shallowly, put down his pen and said slowly: "These thousands of books, you should sort them out alone, don't wait for the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon!" Song Yuqiu is not all to help you, maybe Song Yuqiu may find some scattered historical materials from these books! ”

He was right, and now in order to complete the established mission, Qi Shao volunteered to help Song Yuxuan, and he couldn't help but think about it, and Song Yuxuan agreed. Qi Shao said, "You can bring the books to your own home." Qi Shao is a very thoughtful person. He said, "Then Song Yuqi go together!" Song Yuxuan discussed it with him. I opened another book case, sat opposite it, the two took turns to transcribe, the cleaning speed was significantly accelerated, about 2 minutes, 6 books on the shelves were arranged in order, I counted the number of books, and the number was very good.

After thanking Qi Shao, he made trouble for him every day for the second half of the month, and gradually became acquainted, and often discussed the content of the book with him, covering a wide range of topics, but his understanding was not limited to his work as a historian.

He was often more interested in discussing political affairs with Song Yuqiu, and the most discussed was "The Records of the Holy Dynasty". In my father's opinion, this book was a very good book, worthy of collection, copying, and research. The Testament of the Holy Dynasty was written in the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty and consists of 180 volumes. This includes a large number of political articles. And Song Yuxuan is not unfamiliar with such a clean talk, in the past, when he was free in winter, most of the students in the academy went home for the holidays. A family of three lived at home, and his father often discussed things with his younger brother, and Song Yuxuan was involved in this.

However, the lessons of the previous car are too deep, and the commandments of the Shangguan clan, I keep them in mind, and I have the intention to hide my clumsiness. Song Yusui is not a person who likes to think, and Song Yusui has never studied much about Qi Shao's opinion. However, in this conversation, Song Yuxuan found that he seemed to be a little different. This made Song Yuqiu feel a little curious and curious. Probably he is a woman, Qi Shao is still biased, when Song Yusui deliberately said something that was not very clever, he was still very impressed, and he was more interested in chatting with Song Yuqiu.

When I came out of Tianlu Pavilion, there was fine snow in the sky again, and I reached out to catch the tiny ice crystals, and now it was the end of January, so it should be the last heavy snow of this winter.

I got up early the next morning, got up early, put up the window, and the yard was covered in silver, while Song Yuxuan just stood in front of the window in a blue-gray jacket and admired the snow.

It happened that Josh had a test paper under his armpit, and he pushed the door in with his hands and came in, shouting to go to Pei Shang. Song Yuxuan said: "Josh! Are you going to find something? Josh said, "Song Yuxuan went to bring gifts to Aunt Pei." Song Yuxuan said, "Then go." And Aunt Pei was also in a hurry to leave in the middle of the night last night, and she hasn't come back yet. Song Yuxuan poured Josh a glass of warm water and just spent the Shangyuan Festival. She was also dressed in festive clothes. The silver-red jacket lined her frozen, reddened face. She held the porcelain bowl and smiled and asked Song Yuxuan if it was okay to scratch her hand

Song Yuxuan's heart was numb for a while, and she said with a clever smile on her face: "Aunt Pei should not leave a scar with some medicine!" Do you want Song Yuqiu to build a snowman and ask? If you get your hands in snow, you'll be fine! ”

Josh put his hand in front of Song Yusui and said, "Song Yusui can't get snow on his hands, it's all frostbite", Josh put his hands on Song Yusui and looked: "Song Yusui has no good life!" Doctor Shen is still thinking about you? I want Song Yusui to give you the snow melting cream made by the Shen family's secret! ”

"It's him—do you want you to show Song Yuxuan?" Song Yuxuan's heart was held by an inexplicable force, and it was like an invisible hand holding Song Yuxuan's hands tightly. Song Yuxuan's heart also beat with it. "Do you want to know anything?" Josh said. Song Yuxuan chewed Josh's words word by word, and took out the celadon pear-shaped bottle from his sleeve, and the feelings hidden in his heart were magnified countless times.