When Ning Shuo first arrived in Lingnan, Feast Bell was only eleven years old. She was young, immature, and looked at him with curiosity and admiration. Later, when I grew up year by year, I looked at him again, and I became dependent.

A feeling of dependence, between master and apprentice, is normal. Ning Shuo never thought much about it. The little girl's eyes were extremely clear, and his mind was never crooked, and between the two, it could be called frank and open.

But now she looks like this, which is obviously different from before. He is not an ignorant young man, so he naturally understands that her eyes that look forward to "him becoming a gentleman" hide an attachment that she has not even discovered.

It's fine if it's just attachment, but ordinary attachment, where can you give birth to the mind of "stand-in".

Even...... Love.

Looking at her appearance, I don't know what I'm doing.

He was terrified: he was gone, and what would she do if she suddenly came to her senses and found herself in love with a dead man?

I have to hurt myself again.

Ning Shuo's brows furrowed, but the feast bell did not find it, and it was once in the thought of "Mr. also wears a unicorn like this". She even felt sour, thinking that her husband was actually a little better looking than her cousin when he wore it—her cousin's bones were similar to Mr., but his skin was even worse.

The gentleman is beautiful and unmatched.

She sat back on the stone bench, feeling a little happy and a little disappointed, and finally she didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't want to. She picked up a brand-new copper coin, and picked up the crane feathers that the Li clan had specially found for them, and deftly began to make shuttlecocks.

The fifth girl looked at her, and then at the third brother, and felt that the atmosphere between the two was ...... It's a little weird. As for what the blame was, she couldn't tell.

But it's not good not to talk like that. And the third brother, if you don't speak, you can go-the little unicorn has been taken, can you go? What are you still doing here?

Fortunately, the third brother seemed to have a serious reason, he said, "I'll make a wooden sword, right?" You have little strength. ”

The fifth girl said twice, "I'm tired of the third brother, then you can make a wooden sword." ”

Ning Shuo didn't sit close to them, but he didn't sit far either, quietly carving sword patterns on the wood with a dagger. The group stopped talking.

The fifth girl took a deep breath and tentatively provoked the conversation, "Is the third brother still reading the criminal law with Lord Buyuchuan today?" ”

Ning Shuo thought that Yan Ling was most likely in love with him, and nodded absentmindedly.

Fifth girl: "......"

She simply turned her head to look at the feast bell.

It's so easy to talk to the feast bells! She opened her voice and asked, "How did you meet your husband?" ”

Sure enough, the little girl who was still working hard to make shuttlecock just now raised her head instantly, and a smile bloomed on her face, "My husband is from outside." It's been a long time since a newcomer moved into our alley, and as soon as he came, many people went to see the excitement. I went to see it too. ”

She recalled for a while, and the fifth girl thought that she was going to say a lot, but who knew that she just said in affirmative: "What a lot of books!" ”

The five girls laughed, and even Ning Shuo couldn't help but smile.

The fifth girl asked, "What happened later?" ”

Feast Bell recalled with a smile, "Later, ah......"

"One morning, Xu's mother and I passed by his house and saw him lying on a deck chair under a big tree basking in the sun."

It was spring, green trees and new sprouts, but Xu's mother pursed her lips and said, "How does it look like dead wood." ”

Thinking of this, her heart trembled, and she said seriously to the fifth girl and the third cousin: "Mother Xu is talking nonsense!" She only saw that her husband was like a dead wood, but she didn't think that the dead wood would sprout in spring. ”

She tried to compare, "Mr. is beside the hundred-year-old tree in Lingnan, and on the head of Mr. is the heavy canopy of the hundred-year-old tree, with green leaves and mulberry, mottled roots, even if it is a dead tree, there should be a glimmer of life, right?" ”

The five girls followed her gesture, and a picture was really born in their minds: spring, delicate, the morning sun passed through the cracks of the century-old tree, and basked on a handsome but dying person.

The morning sun is intertwined with the people who rise and fall in the twilight, contradictory and soft.

She developed a desire to paint. If you draw it, it will definitely look good.

The fifth girl is also a lover of books and paintings, and she can't help but tell the picture she thinks to the feast bell, "Let's draw it, shall we?" ”

The feast bell was instantly dumb and shook his head, "Can't ...... Can't draw Mr. ”

The fifth girl regretted again and again, "It's a pity." ”

Feast Ling also felt a pity, she could only say strongly: "Anyway, from that time on, I believe that Mr. will sprout!" ”

The fifth girl laughed again. I think she describes her as childlike and attractive. Ning Shuo also recalled the first time she met her in her sentences.

At that time, the little girl stood timidly at the door of his yard, nervously picking up the door frame and whispering to herself, "This, this ...... Mr...... I live in the first house at the end of Taoling Lane. ”

It was indeed a spring day, and he remembered that it was spring, and her voice was soft and glutinous, with childlike immaturity, and the spring breeze, which appeared in his ears like this.

With his eyes closed, he sat under the tree and basked in the sun against the big tree. Although he never opened his eyes or opened his mouth to respond, he was still disturbed by the words "this gentleman" for a moment.

It's unusual.

It's the first time someone calls him sir.

But he ignored her. He was thinking about who had harmed his father, and he didn't have the heart to reply to her words. But she is very persistent. After a while, I brought a piece of peach blossom cake.

At first, she stood outside the door with a please, and then carefully entered the courtyard door without asking, and stood in front of him expectantly.

"This ...... Sir, do you have a lot of books? Isn't it very knowledgeable? ”

Ning Shuo opened her eyes, her cold look obviously frightened her, she was so frightened that she took a few steps back, which showed that she was timid.

But after a few moments, he boldly took a step forward, "You have so many books, are you also a teacher?" ”

In the whole town, only the old gentleman who taught had so many books.

She said as she sent the peach blossom cake in her hand to the front, "Sir...... Can I read your book? ”

He didn't speak, he closed his eyes again.

She could only walk away obediently. But the peach blossom crisp was left.

As the sun rose and sunset, he didn't go back to the house all night, only leaned on the big tree and had nightmares, and the next morning he didn't know whether he was awakened by the dew or the morning sun, and he was uncomfortable.

He thought that it would be nice to die like this.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and then saw her looking at him expectantly, her eyes were very bright, and she carefully handed over a piece of Shanlin cake that is often eaten in Lingnan breakfast.

"I can...... Borrow your book to read it? ”

- So...... How could such a timid girl boldly fall in love with her husband?

His heart burned with panic.

After a person dies, it is not a happy thing to know that the disciple is ignorant and in love with him—even if he is not dead, it is a headache.

He sighed, feeling the pain in his flesh. It was sour and astringent, and the pain made his face pale.

In the end, even he didn't understand why his body hurt.

Fortunately, he kept his head down until the sword was carved, and the two little girls did not notice his abnormality. is still talking about Song Qingshu on the side.

"I heard him...... I was so happy that all of Kyoto knew about it. But my mother said that when the time comes, the girl of the Mo family will also go to the eldest sister's house, and I am afraid that the girl of the Mo family will be wronged and implicated. ”

Feast Bell: "Hey, what then?" When the time comes, let's talk to the Mo family girl? ”

The fifth girl nodded, "Okay—find a few more people, and we'll keep her guarded, and she won't hear those gossip." ”

Then he scolded: "The girl's family is just that, some men's mouths are really ugly!" ”

The feast bell was the same enemy, "When the time comes, we'll eat separately, right?" You can't see a man, right? ”

The fifth girl nodded, "It's also Song Qingshu!" ”

So they just want to guard against women who like to gossip.

Feast Bell can be regarded as participating in a banquet of aristocratic girls, and I think it's okay, but "everyone really likes to talk about Kyoto...... New. ”

She must have been secretly told as well.

Ning Shuo saw them next to each other and said whose girls and ladies were unforgiving, and he didn't care about him at all.

Yan Ling's eyes didn't look at him expectantly.

At this moment, Ning Shuo was a little crying and laughing: So what is he worrying about?

He shook his head and went on carving the wooden sword.