The glitz of the world, after all the forms of the world, almost forget the beginning, those humble and pure white times go farther and farther, and there will always be a trace in the depths of memory. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Time is like a rushing stream, no matter how much you keep it, there will be a moment when it flows into the sea.

Zhao Ping held a meal in his left hand and a book in his right hand, and kept greeting the servants who walked around him along the way.

Still wearing some white scholar's clothes, some long black hair combed in a neat bun on the top of the head, the delicate face shows a somewhat dreamy side face under the sun, and a pair of slender hands block the sun from time to time, spontaneously giving birth to a scholarly temperament.

casually put the food in his hand on the table with some oil, looking at the slightly empty house, Zhao Ping couldn't help but look a little dazed.

It's been three years since I came to Zhang's house, and the relationship between my second uncle Zhao Geng, plus I served by the little master's side, I don't have to worry much about food and accommodation, and no one has lived in the bungalow that Zhao Ping lived in, so the room seems a little empty and quiet.

In the past three years, Zhao Ping has never returned home, but after paying the monthly money every month, he saved it and sent it home at the end of the year.

From the letters brought by the family, Zhao Ping learned that Zhao's father's leg injury had healed, but he only left a little hidden illness and couldn't work hard. The younger brother has grown up and can help the family do some work. With the money sent back by Zhao Ping, the family's life is okay.

In the letter, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother have been telling him to be a good person in the Zhang family, to be honest, not to cause trouble, to take good care of himself outside, and so on. Every time Zhao Ping reads this, he feels his heart surging, just like a mirror-like lake flooding with layers of microwaves, half paid, and his heart is full of gratitude and joy.

After eating the food brought back in three or two bites, Zhao Ping carefully picked up the neatly placed books on the side, opened the books, spread out the paper, and lifted the brush.

Zhao Ping was sent over to be the little young master's personal scholar, and he usually didn't have much to do, and the little young master also had a personal scholar by his side, plus other entourage, it can be said that Zhao Ping would not have been appreciated by the little young master.

Although the head of the family invited a teacher to teach the little master, the little master was not interested in those Confucian Confucian Fu at all, and he was playing all day long accompanied by another personal scholar, Lin Qu, who already had a slight demeanor of a gentleman. Although it was fun, the little master still didn't dare not complete the homework assigned by the teacher, otherwise he would definitely be scolded if the head of the family knew about it. At this time, Zhao Ping has a place to come in.

Although Zhao Ping came from a poor mountain range, he was slightly talented in learning, learned quickly, and was usually diligent and inquisitive, pestering Mr. to ask questions whenever he was free, so the little master threw all the homework assigned by Mr. to Zhao Ping, and went out to have fun accompanied by Lin Qu.

Zhao Ping is writing his daily homework so that he can give the little master an errand.

The sun is setting and twilight is falling. A bright moon rises, bringing a starry night sky. A group of stars with lazy eyes scattered around the bright moon. The light veil-like clouds float in the sky, like a fairyland hidden in the fairy mountain pavilion. The ethereal sky in the distance and the thick earth are united, and heaven and earth are one.

Gently lifting the sore wrist that had been writing for a long time, Zhao Ping narrowed his eyes that were a little astringent, and gently put down the brush stained with black ink, ready to wait for the ink to dry and clean it up.

got up and was about to get a bowl of water to drink to moisten his throat, when suddenly, a loud "bang" in his ears interrupted Zhao Ping's movements.

Listening to the sound of breaking in, Zhao Ping's brows couldn't help frowning when he relaxed slightly. Turning to look at the man who was swaggering into the house wearing the same scholar's clothes as Zhao Ping, he gently wiped the ink that accidentally fell on the paper due to the trembling of his hands, picked up the paper on the table, picked it up and threw it into the arms of the man who was standing in front of Zhao Ping with squinting eyes.

"Lin Qu, don't you have long hands? This is the young master's homework, take it. Zhao Ping's tone was as cold as ice cubes in the harsh winter, and his gaze staring at Lin Qu was like an arrow but as cold as snow.

"You can go. ”

Lin Qu stretched out his hand to take the paper thrown by Zhao Ping and put it in his arms, and when he heard Zhao Ping's eviction order, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and then he said disdainfully: "If the young master hadn't asked me to take it, you thought I would be willing to stay with you." He dusted off his body casually, and stepped on the ground twice, stirring up a cloud of dust, choking Zhao Ping coughing non-stop, and had to hide his face with his sleeves.

"The young master is going to go on a trip tomorrow, remember to come on time. After speaking, he glanced at Zhao Ping in disgust, and without waiting for Zhao Ping to answer if he heard it, he turned around and left.

Looking at the shaking door, Zhao Ping's face was a little ugly, Zhao Ping's appearance was not disgusting, his personality was also very easy-going, and he strictly followed his parents' teachings in the Zhang family and did not cause trouble. But if you don't cause trouble, things will cause you, and trouble will sometimes come to your door.

Lin Qu was a distant relative of the eldest lady, and he was very hostile to Zhao Ping from the moment they met, and Zhao Ping was also a monk at first, but he was puzzled by it, but later he understood why this was the case after listening to others.

Before Zhao Ping came, the young master was the only one by his side, as the saying goes, one person attains the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven. Now Zhao Ping has also come to be a personal scholar for the young master, and he has stepped in, isn't this robbing him of his job, so Lin Qu has always been hostile to Zhao Ping, and he will mock him at every opportunity.

Although he came out of a poor small village, Zhao Ping is not a person who is afraid of things, and he does not admit defeat in the face of Lin Qu's provocation.

Shaking his head vigorously, he threw these bad things out of his mind, Zhao Ping didn't bother about what happened just now. Zhao Ping is not a bad person, and he has a good relationship with others, plus the second uncle is a housekeeper, Lin Qu can't do anything to himself openly, he can only play tricks secretly.

What annoys Zhao Ping is that tomorrow's outing, those rich children have nothing to do to get together to play, and sometimes they have to compete for literary talents, the little master of the Zhang family has no ink in his stomach, and he doesn't want to lose face in front of these fox friends and dog friends, so he asked Zhao Ping to help make some poems in the back and tell him secretly.

Zhao Ping has a headache about this matter, his family knows his own affairs, Zhao Ping knows that there is not much ink in his stomach at all, and he is about to be scraped clean by the little master of the Zhang family, and he doesn't know how to get through this difficulty tomorrow.

The more Zhao Ping thought about it, the more he felt a headache, but he couldn't hide it. I can only sigh helplessly, tomorrow will be blocked by soldiers, and the water will cover it.

Zhao Ping cleaned up the table and bowls, picked up the books next to the bed and looked at them, there was only a long lamp in the room, and the small flames were constantly jumping left and right, always trying to jump out of the wick.

Zhao Ping's figure was stretched extremely long by the candlelight, extremely long.

The moonlight shone lightly outside the house, and occasionally from a distance came a few barks of unknown dogs or other animals, mixed with the footsteps of servants walking hurriedly outside the house, and everything seemed so quiet.

In the bright starry sky, countless stars are flashing, like a pair of charming eyes, silently watching this ordinary teenager.

The people in the empty hall are quiet, and sit alone on the study bed facing the night light. I don't know the meaning of spring outside the door, and the moon is half a tree.

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