Are you jealous
Shi Yi was rather unsure about this issue.
She thought, Zhou Shengchen liked herself, how much did she like? She has no bottom in her heart.
That's why you are anxious? Just like in Bremen.
"You don't even have this confidence, are you?" Hong Xiaoyu frowned, "So I said, you still have to love yourself more when you marry. I see how you like him, how you start, and even get married without any ceremonies. Yes. You are so concerned, you know that you are a treasure handed down from generation to generation, so you sell the pearls at the local stall..."
Shi Yi couldn't help laughing: "What are all metaphors?"
"It was originally..."
"Shhh," Shi Yi picked up the phone and said softly, "I'm going out to answer the phone."
She got up and went out.
This is an old-fashioned wooden building. The place where they eat is on the second floor of Linhe, with seven or eight tables lined up. They took up two tables, and she walked to the west side by the window on the east side.
Zhou Shengchen called on time.
She leaned against the wooden window and spoke to him in a low voice.
Zhou Shengchen has been trained very skillfully by her. Starting from the dinner meal, she reports her itinerary in every detail. It's also because he really has a good memory, and he can even tell the specific time. In the end, I heard that I was in a great mood, thinking that Hong Xiaoyu could ask questions, and pretended to say unintentionally: "Recently, it seems...someone is pursuing me."
Zhou Shengchen was slightly silent: "Is that D Wang?"
"Um... how did you know?"
"I always knew."
…
Shi Yi thought that he was in control of all his information, and he was suddenly embarrassed to be seen through.
She didn't speak for a while.
It was Zhou Shengchen who noticed: "Want to know, would I mind?"
She was embarrassed to admit, but did not deny.
Zhou Shengchen laughed: "You can think so, because I will mind that I will keep track of your movements at any time."
"real?"
"Really," he paused and said softly, "it is true."
She laughed out loud. In the distance of the water, you can see several moored wooden boats with lights hung.
There are no tourists in the scenic spot, only the organizers, the media, and the finalists. Therefore, this kind of cruise ship will not be open at night, only docked, and it is a landscape of its own.
Zhou Shengchen continued to say a few more words and disconnected.
After everyone had dinner, the person in charge of the scenic spot arranged an event.
Go boating or go to the big theater to listen to Pingtan.
Shiyi doesn't like the feeling of being on the riverside late at night, so he goes to Pingtan. After sitting in the theater for half of the time, some sultry summer wind blew in. She listened indifferently, gently turning the rosary on her wrist.
The environment is not pleasant on such a hot night.
But inexplicably, it reminded her of something that had long been vague.
In that life, she had studied Tang history since she was a child and was very interested in the "Neon Feathers and Feathers" written by Tang Xuanzong, but it was a pity that she was lost due to the Anshi Rebellion, and no one ever obtained a score. One day I heard that Li Yu and Zhou Hou, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, recovered more than half of them.
She really wanted to hear it, and Zhou Shengchen also spoiled her and asked someone to ask for music scores.
It's a pity that she made a mistake that day and missed the "Neon Feathers and Feathers" show. Everything only stems from a cup of tea. She liked tea since she was a child, and Zhou Shengchen collected famous teas for her. That day, she wanted to make his favorite tea for him, but because of the water quality, she poured it and poured it again.
The famous tea was worth a thousand dollars, but she was squandered arbitrarily.
That was the first time he scolded her, with anger on his face, but he couldn't bear it.
But she was not allowed to watch singing and dancing, and she was left in the study, standing and holding a pen, with the words and sentences writing the famous teas of the past dynasties. When she wrote about the Tang Dynasty, her eyes were aggrieved red, listening to the sound of singing and dancing music from a distance, but she had to continue to hold the pen and continue to write word by word: Mengding, Zisun...Shenquan Xiaotuan, Bijianmingyue, Fangshan Luya, Yonghu Cream, Xishan Bailu, Huoshan Huangya
She blinked hard, trying to catch the tears, but she still fell on the paper, dizzy.
"Eleventh," he leaned slightly, looked at the dense paper she had written, and finally spoke, "You pour a cup of tea for the people for a few days or even a month’s ration. If you have a taste for tea, I will do it for you. You buy tea, but you don’t want you to be arrogant. I don’t know if the people work hard."
She held her pen and nodded slightly.
"You are the future prince..." Zhou Shengchen continued.
She suddenly looked up and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
She didn't want to remember these just because she was a princess. She is just his disciple, willing to be punished by him.
There is stubbornness in the tearful eyes.
Zhou Shengchen wanted to say something but stopped, couldn't help but smile slightly, and straightened up: "Continue to write."
There was a night wind blowing in.
Pingtan continued, Shiyi leaned on the side of the wooden bench, still having difficulty pulling back his thoughts.
There seemed to be a full copy of rice paper in front of her.
And Yu Guangli, only him.
The decoration of the place where I live at night is not exquisite.
More like ordinary people.
She didn't know if it was because of the pingtan she heard after dinner, or because of the atmosphere here, she remembered the days when the two were in Zhenjiang before he left. It was short and mysterious. At the time, he was just nervous about getting along with his strange family. Now when I think about it, I feel more emotional.
Is he destined to exist in such a family
The home of Zhong Ding is hidden from the world.