"My benefactor, please continue practicing calligraphy. I will play the flute for you."
The girl spoke in a delicate voice and sat on the stone opposite Zhu Ping'an. She blinked her watery eyes and looked at Zhu Ping'an who was holding the brush. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Her fair face was faintly blushed and her thin lips were as tender as rose petals.
After sitting down, the girl made a soft sound while stretching out her slender hands to take out a jade flute with body temperature from the open collar. The collar, which was already very low, was made even lower by the girl's action, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, which made people look inside with long eyes.
Zhu Ping'an is no exception.
When the girl saw this, her watery eyes were filled with tears... Just as she was about to make another effort to take care of this gentle and modest little prince... she heard Zhu Ping'an on the opposite side pointing at her exposed snow-white skin and speaking.
"Girl, you have a spider..."
spider
The girl opposite, with eyes full of tears, squeaked and stood up from the stone, dropping the jade flute to the ground. She jumped left and right, scratching and clawing like a fast-forward shot...
A few minutes later, the girl's resentful gaze fell on the young man who had started practicing calligraphy at his desk again.
The girl bit her red lips slightly, walked to Zhu Ping'an with light steps, and said coquettishly, "With such a clear breeze and bright moon, how could you let Nair down? Besides, there are only two of us, so why should you be afraid of knowing it?"
"Not only am I good at playing the flute..."
The girl giggled and rubbed against Zhu Ping'an like a boneless snake.
"God knows only the earth. What does it mean by two people? It was just a piece of cake in the past. Don't take it to heart, young lady. I still have to practice calligraphy. It's easy for you." Zhu Ping'an stretched out his hand to block the girl's body that was like returning to the nest, and said with a serious face.
"Why do you have to do this, benefactor? I don't want any status. I just want you to look at me once in a while when you are tired."
"You wave your brush, I grind ink; you recite poetry, I dance; you read in the east window, I walk with lotus flowers, warm plums and cook wine..."
The girl looked at Zhu Ping'an with tears in her eyes. Her face was delicate and charming, and her voice was soft and tender.
"The scientific examination is coming up, and I still need to practice calligraphy."
Zhu Pingan stood up from the stone, took two steps back, and bowed.
"My benefactor..." the girl said resentfully.
"Girl, please."
Zhu Ping'an bowed again.
The girl looked at Zhu Ping'an with resentment, bit her teeth, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, and turned to leave the woods.
The fragrance of your body makes people lose their appetite, let alone desire...
Zhu Ping'an looked at the girl's departing back and couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Afterwards, I sat on the stone again and continued to write down the policy paper I had revised yesterday, while I continued to ponder and practice calligraphy. Unconsciously, time quietly slipped away from the pen tip with the clear water.
The morning sun slowly rose from the horizon. Although its outline was not yet visible, the eastern sky was already red. Slowly, the moon faded, like a white pill gradually dissolved in water. Then, the sun rose slowly from the jungle, huge as a wheel, emitting a yolk-like glow.
With the sun shining, Zhu Pingan put away the black board, took out a book from his bag, and leaned against the boulder to read it carefully again.
In a room on the other side, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen gently opened the door, just as she quietly left.
"Sister, why did you take so long?" The girl with a ponytail on the bed heard the door open in a daze. She rubbed her eyes again and sat up, asking in a half-asleep state.
"Oh, sister, I had diarrhea, but I'm fine now. You can continue to sleep." The girl standing at the door had an abnormal look on her face and a guilty voice.
However, the girl on the bed was so sleepy that she didn't notice anything unusual. She nodded in a daze and continued to sleep in the quilt.
The girl standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief, then tiptoed to the dressing table and sat down. The next moment, she covered her lips with her slender hands and her shoulders swayed uncontrollably.
Everyone says that the play is heartless, but what can we do as the tears fall, staining the rouge and cooling it down.
Zhu Ping'an was in the woods, leaning against a rock, enjoying the sunshine and reading a book intently.
The sun is shining brightly and I am still young. If I don’t read more books, I will be wasting this good time.
Zhu Ping'an was reading in the woods until his stomach gave off a signal of protest. Then he reluctantly put the book in his schoolbag, stood up, holding the black wooden board, and walked out of the woods with the schoolbag slung over his shoulder.
A white gauze ribbon lay quietly on the fallen leaves in front of him. It should be the girl who dropped it this morning. The scene in the morning could not help but come to his mind again. Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and pressed down the restless little thing under him. You are still young now. When you grow up and mature, I will drag you to the battlefield. Don't complain about the war in the future. Just strike me. As for now, the national strength is not strong, it is not the time to start a war.
What's more, this kind of thing is more interesting when done between couples, and I am not a casual person.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head, walked around the white gauze, and went to the side.
The streets were already crowded with people. There were people selling and eating breakfast in the morning, servants coming out to buy groceries, and wealthy people walking their birds and dogs... In short, the streets were very lively.
Zhu Pingan was walking on the street and missed Yingtian's breakfast. He looked around and saw a long line at a place that seemed to be a newly opened breakfast shop. Zhu Pingan was curious and walked to the back of the line. While waiting in line, he heard people talking about how good the food in this shop was.
The line was very long, but the boss moved quickly and soon it was Zhu Ping'an's turn.
"Would you like the whole set or a la carte?" the shop owner asked. "This is your first time eating steamed rice in our shop, right? I suggest you order the whole set. It's delicious and not expensive, and only costs eight cents."
"Then let's have the full set." Zhu Ping'an followed suit and counted out eight coins from his pocket and handed them over. Eight coins is not too much, and with such a long queue, it must taste good.
The boss's movements were so fast that it was dizzying. He put the egg yolk-stuffed sausage, braised pork slices, green vegetables, sour cowpeas and other pickled side dishes... ... in just a few seconds, and they were all placed on the rice.
Zhu Ping'an brought the steamed rice to the table and sat down. He took a pair of chopsticks and took a bite. It was rich but not greasy, and the taste was so delicious that people couldn't help but enjoy it.
The shop owner, who was in her forties and a plump lady, brought a tea bowl and poured a bowl of water for Zhu Ping'an. Then, she sprinkled some broken leaves into the bowl.
Zhu Pingan was about to drink some water when he saw the broken leaves floating in the bowl. He looked up with some discomfort and asked, "Why is this happening?"
"The water is very hot, and I'm worried that he might get burned if he drank it in one gulp." Pang Da Niang explained with a smile, "These broken leaves are picked stevia, and they taste sweet."
The store owner is thoughtful, no wonder this store is doing so well. (To be continued)