"A sea of books. ”

Li Xiu's gaze peeked out and placed it on the stone, which was very large, bigger than the house in the Shulu Academy.

He remembered that it used to be very small, only the size of a futon.

Probably misremembered.

Several people walked under the blue stone, saluted Liang Qiu, and then raised their heads slightly to look up at the cyan stone stele, and a faint shadow shrouded the bodies of several people.

"Well done. ”

Liang Qiu looked at Li Xiu, his eyes were gentle, and his tone sounded very soft.

"It's a matter of duty. ”

Li Xiu saluted again and said respectfully.

Liang Qiu's identity in the academy is very special, it is not as simple as teaching, no one knows where she comes from, no one knows when she came, but suddenly one day Liang Qiu appeared in the academy and then became a teacher.

The most beautiful teaching, the most gentle teaching.

She has a lot of praise on her body, and I don't know how many academy disciples always secretly look at her, which is a very charming teaching.

"You are not a person who knows how to be humble, nor is you a person who can be humble, and there are no outsiders here. ”

Liang Qiu's voice sounded softly, and the impact on the stone flowed back, adding a little crispness to this gentleness, which was very good.

It's pleasing to look at all things beautiful.

The beauty is like this, and so is the nobody.

Both have one thing in common, they both want to sleep.

After seeing the beautiful scenery, the body and mind are comfortable, and you will want to sleep beautifully and relax your body.

When you see a beauty, you will think about what is under the clothes, this is human nature, everyone's human nature.

It's just that there is a lot of beauty that is enough to override and control this primitiveness, which is also human nature.

Complex and changeable, nobility and reason are forever imprisoned**.

Li Xiu and others are not the only people who know how to appreciate this beauty, the wind in Meiling rarely stops, and the wind in the library is naturally always blowing gently.

A piece of white paper fell from the sky and floated in front of the eyes of several people, Li Xiu raised his hand and stretched out his fingers to pinch it gently, there was nothing on this paper, there was only one person.

A nice looking person.

The dress dragged the ground, the corners of the skirt were separated to reveal a **, a few plum blossoms fell lightly on the skirt, the person in the painting raised his chin slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered, and the beautiful eyes were slightly bent, straighter than the crescent moon, and fell on Li Xiu's body.

Although it is in the painting, you can still clearly see the gentleness in those eyes.

Long black hair tied up on his body

Later, a few strands of forehead were placed sideways on the face.

The beautiful people in the painting look like heavenly people.

That's Liang Qiu.

There is only one person in the world who can draw such a picture.

A few people looked in the direction where the white paper was floating, and sure enough, there was a man sitting on the courtyard wall of the Book Record Academy, with a piece of paper floating in front of the man, holding a pen in his hand, and on the other hand there was a heaven and earth aura flashing constantly, decorating the portrait on the paper little by little.

Although they had never met, Li Xiu knew that this should be Su Shengwan.

Chen Zhimo paused for a moment, and then bowed to the man in white.

is also a person on the grass yellow paper, and regardless of Su Shengwan's ranking in front of him, the most intuitive Su Shengwan is the teaching of the academy gallery, and he is a disciple.

When the student sees the gentleman, he naturally has to salute first.

Li Xiu and the others also saluted, and then looked at him, if Zifei is a legend and pride of the academy, then Su Shengwan is the legend of the academy.

What is a legend?

It only exists in listening and speaking, and no one has ever seen it, and that is a legend.

Because he rarely stays in the academy, Su Shengwan is a wild and uninhibited person, more like a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, who loves heaven and earth as a bed quilt and a writer's garden in the four seas in his life.

He only likes all good things, and he will only make stops in all good places.

Liang Qiu stretched out his hand and pinched the piece of paper, folded it lightly and carefully put it into his arms, his good-looking eyes fell on Su Shengwan's body, such a gaze is very familiar, it can be called warmth.

Su Shengwan was still drawing, looking up from time to time.

Time becomes fast and slow in this moment.

I don't know how long it took, Su Shengwan, who was sitting on the wall, let out a satisfied laugh, walked down the wall, and walked in front of several people.

Ignoring Chen Zhimo, Li Xiu and the others, he walked in front of Liang Qiu and handed over the paper painting in his hand like a treasure.

"Thirty-seven!"

Liang Qiu stretched out his hand to take it, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then carefully took it into his arms again.

There was no her on this paper painting, and there was no one on it, just a few plum blossoms and a few wisps of summer wind.

"How long are you going to stay this time?"

She asked.

Su Shengwan didn't think about it, and said directly: "I don't know, when you are tired and when you leave, when you are tired and when you return, where do you need so much preparation?"

When the words fell, he waved his hand gently, and then jumped out of the library over the wall, without the demeanor of a senior, as if he was in the middle of an eye

Nobody's prodigal.

"Liang Qiu. ”

Chen Zhimo rubbed his chin and shouted softly.

"What's wrong?"

Liang Qiu withdrew his gaze from the courtyard wall and asked.

It was rude for a disciple to call the master for his life, but the people in the academy called Liang Qiu that, because she wanted others to call her that.

"With my talent, I guess I will be able to beat him in a few years, do you want me to beat him up for you?"

Chen Zhimo raised his eyebrows, thinking that he had a plan.

Liang Qiu glanced at him, didn't speak, and sat silently in place with his chin propped up with his hands.

A faint wind blew a few strands of loose hair on her face.

It's like a girl who loves a lot.

Lovesickness is long.

Liang Qiu is the goal pursued by many people, not to mention Chang'an and the whole Jianghu, there are several teachers in this academy alone who like her, such as the beard teacher.

I like you, you like him, that's what feelings are all about.

Liang Qiu likes Su Shengwan, and Su Shengwan is a prodigal and has never responded.

It's just that every time I come back, I have to draw a few paintings for Liang Qiu, which should be considered a response, right?

Many thought to themselves.

Maybe only the two of them really know in their hearts!

"The academy is a great place, and there are always things that are worth putting your eyes down. ”

Li Xiu patted Chen Zhimo's shoulder and said softly.

Chen Zhimo glanced at him and didn't speak, he sat on the ground casually like Liang Qiu, he was a wandering monk and naturally couldn't enter the sea of books.

Chen Sining was a little silent, maybe there would be more envy in his heart, everyone would want to have such warmth, but he was from a poor family, where could he be qualified to enjoy it?

The most bitter is the cold door.

The most bitter is white.

He can only keep moving forward, keep going up, and one day become strong enough, maybe he is really qualified to enjoy all this, right?

If you think about it, no one will answer.

Chen Sining sat on the ground, looked up at the stone in front of him, and was silent for a long time.

Then he closed his eyes.

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ps: I hesitated for a while between the most beautiful person and the most bitter white clothes in that painting, and then I thought about it, in fact, either one, good night