It was a deep, long alley. At the end of the alley, there is an inconspicuous, old corner door.

The winter wind was dry and cold, and the corner gate was blown slightly swaying.

A handsome young man dressed in a dark coat walked slowly from the alley.

He has long legs, but walks slowly.

He walked to the corner door as if carelessly, paused, and suddenly asked, "Am I good-looking?" ”

In the crack of the corner door, a pair of timid eyes were frightened and suddenly disappeared.

Young Lang Jun sneered silently and continued on his way.

If he was not mistaken, those eyes belonged to a child of five or six years old. Those eyes were full of yearning for the outside world, as well as ...... Fear of the unknown outside.

Beijing Normal University, it is not easy to live, and in those tall and low walls, all kinds of stories are staged every day.

Young Langjun didn't take it to heart. He has many, many things to do every day.

But another day, when he passed by the alley again, and when he walked through the familiar corner gate again, he suddenly remembered those timid eyes.

He subconsciously looked into the crack in the door, and his eyes met a pair of timid eyes.

This time, the eyes in the crack of the door, despite the horror, did not move away.

Young Lang Jun turned around, looked at those eyes seriously, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Those eyes, in fact, are very beautiful. The eyeballs are dark and bright, and the eye shape is standard apricot eyes.

It's a pair of girls' eyes.

Today's wind was stronger, the corner gate shook gently, the girl's eyes widened slightly, and she asked him in a childish voice, "Who are you?" ”

He's such a funny little girl.

"Me." He said slowly, "It's a bodhisattva who wanders in the world." ”

"No way. I've seen a bodhisattva in a temple, and it doesn't look like you. The little girl retorted to him.

It's sharp-toothed.

"Bodhisattvas are ever-changing, how can you people in the world get a glimpse of my true face? It's just one of my faces. ”

The young man looked up as a child, and he didn't blush at all.

The little girl in the crack in the door didn't speak again.

"Big lady, big lady, where are you?" A woman's voice called.

The little girl hesitated and ran.

It's really boring.

Young Langjun stood up straight, put his hands in his wide sleeves, and slowly left.

The winter day in Jingshi City that year was terrible cold.

When the young man passed by this alley for the third time, he saw those eyes in the crack of the corner door again.

He frowned slightly, wondering if this little girl had been guarding the corner gate every day.

Could it be that he was born too good-looking? From the hundred-year-old woman to the newborn baby, they are all obsessed with his handsome appearance.

He thought of teasing the little girl again: "Lady Qin, are you waiting for me?" ”

The little girl was a little surprised: "Do you know who I am?" ”

"This mansion is the residence of the Guozi Eunuch Qin Jiancheng, and someone called you the eldest lady that day, and although you are thinly dressed, you don't have to work, so I guess you are the eldest daughter of Qin Eunuch Qin Da Niang."

The little girl looked at him without blinking.

After a long time, she said, "You are so smart." But why do you walk from here so often? At the end of this alley, is the courtyard. Most of the people who live in the courtyard are poor and helpless, and if you are dressed so richly, you must not live in the courtyard. Are you here to find your friend? ”

"You still save the yard in front?" Young Lang Jun was a little surprised.

The little girl kept her mouth shut, not wanting to tell him that her nurse, Mother Xu, lived in the yard. She went once, Xu's mother had a nursing brother at home, and the nursing brother looked at her fiercely, as if she had snatched his mother.

Neither of them spoke, and the deserted alley seemed a little silent.

"See you next time." Young Langjun broke the silence and said goodbye to the little girl.

He's really busy.

This time, the little girl opened the crack of the corner door a little wider, so that she could see the figure of the young man leaving.

But not much.

The little girl silently pushed the door shut.

"Big lady, the old slave is going to cook, big lady come quickly, you can bake the fire to keep warm." Mother Xu called her happily.

Although she is the eldest lady of the Qin family, her life is poor and boring.

The only interesting thing is lying in the crack of the corner door and watching the people walking through the alley. There are not many people passing by in the alley every day, and the only person who talks to her is the young Langjun who has just left. But how did he know she was in the corner door, when she was peeking at him through the crack in the door?

The next day, the little girl saw the young man again.

He was still wearing the dark colored robe, and slowly passed through the corner gate, and then turned around and looked at her: "Lady Qin." ”

The little girl looked at him and pursed her lips: "It's not fair. ”

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, she still understands the word 'fair'?

The little girl said softly, "You know who I am, but I don't know who you are, so it's not fair." ”

He looked down at her, the little girl was small, combed in a double bun, and dressed a little thin and old. His face was bulging, with a little unconvinced.

"However, when you first looked at me through the crack in the door, if I hadn't been vigilant, I wouldn't have known that there were people secretly watching me in a door. That's not fair. "Hmph, in terms of sophistry, no one in the Nangong family has beaten him.

The little girl's gaze was visibly flickering, probably frightened by him.

"Okay, I'm busy, I'm leaving. You continue to look through the crack in the door, but don't let them look flat. ”

The young man said, raised his legs and left.

He's really busy.

When the two met again, it was Chinese New Year's Eve.

This time, the crack in the door opened a little wider. Around the alley, the sound of firecrackers sounded on the ground. As if forgotten, the corner gate was still unrepaired, and it looked a little dilapidated.

There was finally a new change in Mrs. Qin's body - she had two new blue and red head ropes tied to her head.

She still looked at him generously, but still didn't take the initiative to greet him.

The corners of the young Langjun's lips hooked, and he took out a red envelope from his sleeve pocket.

"For you." He said.

"I can't ask for your money." She said.

Young Langjun's smile deepened: "You are a child, this is the New Year's money for children." ”

The little girl's eyes fell on the red envelope, and she looked at it for a long time.

The young Langjun didn't rush her.

After a long time, he heard her ask softly, "Are you very powerful?" ”

He raised an eyebrow, she was a child, how could she tell that he was very powerful? Could it be that he has reached the point of being sharp? This is not going to work, he has to restrain himself.

The little girl had a slight glint in her eyes: "Can you teach me to be more powerful." ”

(End of chapter)