"Time is still maple red, lamenting that people have gone west and east"

The sun is about to set, and it is twilight

The sparse clouds blew by with the chill of the wind, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. The night is dark, and the peach blossom branches are stained with dew, which is clear and transparent. The gurgling water, flowing through the winding mountain road, a Hong mountain spring across the distant mountains. A subtle green in the mountains is lined with a scorching peach color, and a gentle fragrance comes from it. The residual temperature of the wind fades, and a few wisps of fine and shredded wine fragrance in the distance will penetrate into the tip of the nose in a trance, jumping around and tugging at the heartstrings. The starlight fell on his inky hair, glowing with a gentle glow in the faint light, startling the grass and sending out a starlight.

It was as if he saw a graceful woman swaying towards him, her eyes were glowing with fine fragments of starlight, covered with a layer of indistinct hazy mist, and all that was left after the wine was overwhelming was reluctance

“... Sister" sighed softly, and her appearance was obedient with some corresponding helplessness and pity, and her thoughts were also swaying, and she sighed helplessly

Holding a chapter of Qingming Fu with his hand, he turned his mind back to the math test questions on the table

It is said that he was asked to see if there was any problem or something

"It's.... It's going to die," Zhong Yu doesn't want to do this kind of thing

It's not as good as before

Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly, taking your nerve and trying to stay awake. If someone hears a rustling sound, follow the sound and walk to the door of the study.

There are a few tables in the study, and I usually sit there for self-study. Now only I am left, wearing the new clothes that I just bought at the beginning of spring this year, sitting behind the desk, the room is very light, but the red candle on the table is still lit, holding a pen to write on the paper, but at present, I don't even know whether I am writing or painting, my eyes are bloodshot, my eye sockets are deep, and my face is blue.

Later, I finally stopped working on paper, and my sore arm hung down weakly, looking like I was going to die.

That's the price of the battle......

College Valley.

Lin Zhuxi flipped through a book.

Classic cloud, the extreme of sound is affection or ruthlessness, mobilizing all things, looking at the world, and the emotion of sound can control all things. It can also attack everything, which is really a flexible method.

Qi, metaphysics. She pursed her lips.

Choosing music is just a hobby. At a time when technology is also very developed, she is not without mobile phones and computers. Before entering the school, she had just entered the pit of musicians, and then... She managed to combine what she learned in music class with these.

Selling sugar skewers, the old man of Erxian Bridge

Listening to the legend, the Xu family is like a shock

Before I knew it, the lights were dim

The moonlight rested on the trees

A boy under the tree

The sound of the flute in the boy's mouth

The sound of music wafted

(Lyrics purely borrowed)

Really, she rolled her eyes. Isn't it completely different from the one in the book...... The book only talks about the sound attack, but the ancient book also talks about the use of musical instruments, music theory knowledge and the so-called "pole".

Forget it.

The little satchel flicked and went to the stadium again.

Learn Martial Arts ...... Well.

Physical fitness is still necessary, I am a soft and weak girl, I am tired to death when I run 1,200 meters, so let's practice physical fitness. Jogging, four thousand.

The first five hundred meters were fine, and then ... Afterward... She seems to have fallen to the ground and been lying on the ground for a long time?

I don't remember, I don't remember, ah, it's so comfortable to sleep. Disturbed by the sound of the hexagram retouching the wooden case and the clown who refused to admit defeat, Lin Shengyi squinted his eyes and swept his eyes outside the carved wooden window, the sky was hazy, and the green trees were swaying, and it was close to dusk.

Raising his arm from the brocade quilt, he poked out his five fingers carved like jade, and slightly calculated that he knew that the non-first squad leader had provoked a fishy commotion for nothing, and his eyebrows and eyebrows were faintly smeared like ink, which seemed to have something to do with his secret punishment of people.

However, the dust has long been settled, and people who are too good are always easy to attract people's eyes - not to mention that they "value" him very much.

The ban at the gate of the courtyard was artificially touched, and the aura vortex was triggered to take the wide-sleeved green clothes on the pear blossom wooden frame in the air, tightly covering the vertical and horizontal blood marks on the shoulders and backs of the loose moon-white profane clothes, and the strong wind pushed away the place and creaked, but the figure of the person swept by, and the bare toes that were not wearing shoes and socks and could still be distinguished from the veins of the green tendons were bruised on the slightly cool stone, and a box of rouge was steadily placed on the vermilion lacquer copper lock, and the uneven lines outlined the flowery peach blossom tree, and the smile on the lips was not dispersed, as if it had condensed into a dead thing such as amber.

"It's ...... The peach blossom scene in the eighth courtyard?"

The eighth courtyard is the courtyard with the theme of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", and the peach blossom forest inside is a must in the Fenghua Garden, but at present, the Chinese teacher Mu Zhongyu lives temporarily.

Sliding open the round lid but leaking out the fragrance of the orchid, although it is elegant, but inexplicably mixed with the vulgar vulgarity, the smile is like a cloud, and the glimmer of light gradually disappears, and his mind turns back and forth, remembering that the Mu family recently broke into the sect and gave the teacher a Mu family order, and the thin lips touched lightly with disdain.

"Boy Lin, you also received this orchid rouge in the peach blossom box?"

Lang Lang's young voice fell into his ears from far and near, and Lin Shengyi raised his eyes to see Tang Miao coming in a hurry, holding a box of almost identical rouge in his hand.

"Well, Mr. Tang has made some discoveries?"

"I asked all the way and found that every courtyard in Fenghua Garden seemed to have received, and each one was the same as a replica, from the material to the rouge left inside, both in quality and density. ”

"Oh, I guess it's a prank by some teacher or student. Lin Shengyi's tone was casual and didn't seem to want to be involved too much, Tang Miao was angry and wanted to say a few more words, but the Zhu door behind him was opened, and an embarrassed student stumbled out, "Huh" sound was soft, Lin Shengyi didn't know where to find a folding fan and half open to block people's way.

"Who is this kid?" Tang Miao's eyebrows raised with three points of surprise, "Isn't there just you and your family Tiantian and the Xue boy who has been in the limelight recently?"

"Tiantian, is this nickname you can call?" Lin Shengyi retorted unceremoniously and began to deflect the topic, stuffing the fat powder box in his hand into the hands of the classmate who was like a quail grandson, "It's a consolation prize for you to lose to Xue Zhun." ”

The classmate's body trembled three times, and his shrunken eyes fell on Teacher Tang Miao, who looked like a young man with a crown of jade, and quickly withdrew, holding the rouge box and leaving this place without saying too many words.

Tang Miao's face did not change his face was used to it, and he was about to say a few more words when he was interrupted by someone interjecting.

"Ha, Lin Shengyi, this rouge is yours? I thought that a girl was interested in me, but I came over and found that every courtyard received exactly the same thing. Su Yannan, who came from the shadow of the tree, did not carry the black sword as usual, and his expression was still the same as usual.

"It has nothing to do with me, my family is sweet and I don't need to be greased and powdered. Lin Shengyi withdrew the hand that had touched the rouge into his wide sleeve, shook the folding fan lightly to break the passing breeze, and shook his head affirmatively at Su Yannan.

"Okay...... But if you really sent it, it's really not interesting, and it's all half used. ”

The folding fan was closed against his chin, and Lin Shengyi's eyes were surging with thought: "Used it......"

Tang Miao spoke with data without thinking: "Yes, the product introduction at the bottom says that there are 5 grams, but counting this iron box is only 5.2 grams, but the lid alone weighs 1 gram......"

"Then Mr. Su, how do you know that this is used? I see that the surface of this rouge is smooth and flat, where are the traces of use?" Lin Shengyi became curious, and his voice was lowered to bring out three points of magnetic lingering.

"Ahem...... If you are familiar with the rouge used by the girl's family, you can naturally find that there are fingerprints on this one that are covered by grease and oil......"

Lin Shengyi replied nonchalantly: "It seems that Teacher Su is very familiar." ”

"But why is it all ......?"

"It's just a small thing, there's no need to waste time thinking about it. Lin Shengyi put the folding fan into his sleeve, "Teacher Tang, please take away these rouge boxes and throw them in the fire to dispose of them." It's time for the exams, so don't waste time while everyone is revising. ”

"But ......!"

"But ......!"

Tang Miao and Su Yannan spoke at the same time, Lin Shengyi was disturbed and his temples jumped, and his fingers in his sleeves pinched and learned that the classmate who had just received the gift of rouge fell unconscious on the road, forcing the sound into a line to hide from the eyes and ears of the two teachers, and ordered Tian Qi, who was on the way home from class, to drag this person to the chemistry teacher for treatment and find out the composition of rouge.

As if he was just thinking about it, he opened his lips and said helplessly: "If you care so much, Mr. Su, a new Qinglou named 'Nameless' has opened under the mountain, and in addition to the skin and meat business, it sells all kinds of rouge. However, the boss has not yet shown up to negotiate with the school about this land matter, so you can take a few students to have a look...... Well, Xue Zhun and Tian Tian are not allowed to bring it.

"Oh yes, this orchid rouge scent is a bit similar to the one in Teacher Mu's yard, you can also call him too. ”

"Stay safe and don't lose too much time. ”

Note: Lou Zhonglou commented on the "name + identity" registration, Mu Zhongyu, Su Yannan, and Tang Miao were forced to participate, Xue Zhun took a personal copy first and then came over, and students are welcome to follow the plot characters. It's early in the morning. The morning mist shrouded in a faint halo, and I don't know when the spring color of the garden was called back to the flowers and trees lying by the window, and the little girl in the pink skirt was hazy. In the early morning, the dew dripped down the little girl's slightly scattered forehead. The person on the tree woke up suddenly, the pink figure flickered, and he was subconsciously ready to jump up and shake it, only then did he turn sideways, and with a bang, he fell down the flower tree that had a slight curve.

"Huh...... Eh, eh!"

The little girl stood up from under the tree. There was a little trace of annoyance on the delicate and immature little cheeks, and he rubbed the slightly damp hair a few times, patted the dust that did not exist in the pink skirt slowly, and muttered quietly.

"Hmm...... I knew that I wouldn't make flowers and trees, and on the first day of March, it was sunny.

People should always exercise themselves in moderation.

Today, for example, is a good day off – even if it may be a special day.

At this time, Qi Xiu was in Zhenyu Street. Start school in the spring? No, he doesn't know.

Now Qi Xiu is facing a difficult choice, which has a lot at stake.

After eating a bowl of ravioli, or leave the wonton alone to find something else.

Although politics has emphasized the value of food on several occasions, human desires often tempt people to do something wrong.

It's not a big deal to waste food once in a while, right?

Yes, he did exactly what he did called "self-soothing" – which seemed stupid.

But he probably knew that this was stupid, but as a good student, he decided not to go if he didn't comfort himself.

After eating the last sip of noodle tea in front of the gate of the Bomo Pavilion, Qi Xiu began to copy books once a day again.

There seems to be something else.

Stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, Qi Xiu has almost all his energy concentrated on the pen and ink in front of him.

If you want to gently turn your wrist, you can write such a tall and thin character like a bamboo, which is naturally enviable.

But Qi Xiu didn't feel how proud he was of this. Not only is it not proud, but it is even a little lamentable - it takes a few years in the early morning, and that's it.

If you can't be among everyone, you still can't be satisfied. Now I just don't make it to the court.

Suddenly, without warning, his pen froze.

Thanks to his mere "almost" preoccupation, that little bit of wanderlust can still capture something that has just been left behind.

His expression was as stiff as a clay sculpture of wood.

Bolted. Flying like a wild run.

Qi Xiu wants to save his life before he is on the brink of death.

Well, it's probably too much to say it's life-saving. But if it is really delayed, even if that teacher will not really have a convulsion and chop him, his future days will probably be full of Teacher Tang's whimsical ideas.

Eager to jump up to the second floor, Qi Xiu's footsteps were fast, he took one of the packages in the room and ran to Teacher Tang's refining room.

There was a knock on the door to the refining room, but no one answered. Qi Xiu inspected the metal that Teacher Tang asked to bring and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Mr. Tang was probably having breakfast.

Looking at the height of the day, he should have expected the routine of a lazy man—oh no, Mr. Tang is diligent, and he has no intention of offending.

Wait for Mr. Tang to come back. Next time I get a big lotus leaf lantern or something? at least ...... Won't it fall?"

The little girl pouted, muttered her chin and thought carefully, while her movements did not stop, she squatted down and picked up the pink petals piled up under the tree, revealing the dense formation patterns under the white jade board. I found a flower branch at random, but I was thinking about it but added a little more. Thinking about it seriously, it didn't seem appropriate to use the flower branches in the array, so he simply stretched out his little white and tender hand, and drew a few times at random. The pattern covered with undried water traces suddenly brightened, the white light flashed slightly, the peach tree with lush petals in the sky dissipated in an instant, and the peach pit that was still glowing with afterglow slipped aside.

“... Hm. Next time, I'll go find that one... Tang Dynasty... Or turn on a light? Bring a lotus lantern. Just to reinforce the quality... Should it be possible?" the stunned little girl, who had not scattered a trace of distraction, carried her bag and stared at the dusty glass cover of a fire, thinking seriously.

So there is the following scene:

The little girl was thinking.

The little girl was thinking.

The little girl decided to go to dinner!