"My benefactor, please continue practicing calligraphy. I will play the flute with you and listen."
The girl said coquettishly, and sat on the stone opposite Zhu Pingan. She blinked her watery eyes and looked at Zhu Pingan, who was holding a brush in her hand. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her fair face showed a faint blush. Her lips are as delicate as rose petals.
After sitting down, the girl made a soft sound while stretching out her slender hand to take out a jade flute with body temperature from the open collar. The originally low collar was even more disturbed by the girl's actions. It was low, revealing a large area of snowy skin, which made people look in with their long eyeballs.
Zhu Pingan is no exception.
When the girl saw this, her watery eyes were filled with autumn water... Just when the girl was about to continue her efforts, she would take care of this gentle and gentle young master... when she heard Zhu Ping'an on the opposite side stretched out his hand. Pointing at his exposed snow skin, he made a sound.
"Girl, there's a spider over there..."
spider?
The girl with eyes as bright as water on the opposite side squeaked, stood up from the stone, and dropped her jade flute on the ground. She jumped left and right, scratching up and down, like a quick shot...
A few minutes later, the girl's resentful eyes fell on a young man who had started practicing calligraphy at his desk again at some unknown time.
The girl bit her red lips slightly and walked to Zhu Ping'an's side with a gentle step. She said angrily, "How can Nair let down such a clear breeze and bright moon? Only the young master and the slave family, why should they be afraid of knowing about it?"
"The Nu family is not only good at playing jade flute..."
The girl gave a sweet laugh, and then she rubbed against Zhu Ping'an like a boneless snake.
"God knows and earth knows, what are two people? In the past, it was just a matter of effort, girl, don't take it to heart, I still have to practice calligraphy, girl, it's easy." Zhu Pingan stretched out his hand to block the girl's body, which was still in the nest, and said with a serious face.
"My benefactor, why do you need to be like this? I don't want a status. I just want you to be tired. It would be nice if you could visit me occasionally."
"You wave your hand while I study ink; you recite poetry and I dance; you read by the east window, and I grow lotuses every step of the way, and warm plums and brew wine..."
The girl's eyes were watering when she looked at Zhu Pingan, her face was slender and charming, and her voice was soft and delicate.
"The scientific examination is coming soon, and I still need to practice calligraphy. Please excuse me, girl."
Zhu Pingan stood up from the stone, took two steps back, and cupped his hands.
"My benefactor..." The girl resented.
"Girl, please."
Zhu Pingan handed over again.
The girl glanced at Zhu Ping'an resentfully, gritted her teeth, felt embarrassed and annoyed, and turned around to leave the woods.
The fragrance on your body makes people lose their appetite, so why talk about happiness...
Zhu Pingan looked at the girl's leaving figure and couldn't help but cursed.
After that, I sat down on the stone again and continued to write down a policy essay that I had compared and revised yesterday. I continued to ponder and practice calligraphy. Unknowingly, time passed quietly from the tip of my pen with the clear water.
The morning sun rises slowly from below the horizon. Although the outline is not visible yet, the sky on the east side is already blushing. Slowly, the moon faded away, like a white pill gradually melting in the water. Then, the sun slowly rose from the jungle. It was huge, like a wheel, and glowed like an egg yolk.
With the sunshine, Zhu Pingan put away the black wooden board, took out a volume of books from his school bag, and leaned against the boulder to read carefully again.
In a room on the other side of the Qinhuai River, a girl of seventeen or eighteen gently opened the door, just as she walked quietly.
"Sister, why have you been gone for so long?" The girl with a ponytail on the bed heard the door knocking in a daze, rubbed her eyes again and raised her body, asking half asleep.
"Oh, sister, I had a stomachache, but I'm fine now. Let's continue sleeping." The girl standing at the door looked a little abnormal, and her voice sounded a little guilty.
However, the girl on the bed was too sleepy and didn't notice anything strange. She nodded in a daze and continued to lie on the bed and fall asleep.
The girl standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief, then walked quietly to the dressing table and sat down. The next moment, her delicate hands were covering the corners of her lips, and her shoulders were shaking slightly uncontrollably.
It is said that actors are ruthless, but they can't help but shed tears, which are stained with rouge and cool down.
Zhu Ping'an in the woods was leaning on a stone, enjoying the gift of the sun, and concentrating on reading a book.
The sun is shining brightly, and I am still young. If I don’t read more, I will be wasting my time.
Zhu Ping'an was reading in the woods until he saw his stomach sending out a signal of protest. Then he reluctantly put the book in his schoolbag, stood up, held the black board under his arm, and walked out of the woods with his schoolbag slung across his body.
A white gauze belt was lying quietly on the fallen leaves in front. It should have been left by the girl in the morning. The scene in the morning couldn't help but come to mind again. Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and pressed down a restless little thing under him. Go down. You are still young now. When you grow up and mature, I will drag you to the battlefield. In the future, don’t worry about the war and just give me a strike. As for now, the country is not strong and it is not the time to start a war.
What's more, this kind of thing is only fun to do between couples, and I am not just a casual person.
Zhu Pingan shook his head and walked around the white gauze belt, going around from one side.
The street is already crowded with people. There are people who come out to sell breakfast in the morning, servants who come out to buy vegetables, and rich people who walk their dogs... In short, the street is very lively.
Zhu Pingan missed Yingtian's breakfast while walking on the street. Looking around, he saw a long queue at one place, which seemed to be a newly opened breakfast restaurant. Out of curiosity, Zhu Ping'an walked to the back of the queue and stood in line. From time to time in line, he heard someone say how delicious this store was.
The queue was very long, but the boss acted quickly, and Zhu Pingan was in line soon.
"Sir, do you want a full set or a la carte?" the shop owner asked. "This is your first time coming to a small shop to eat steamed rice. I suggest you order a full set. It's delicious and not expensive. It only costs eight cents."
"Then let's get a complete set." Zhu Ping'an followed his advice and counted eight cents from his pocket and handed it over. It's not a lot of money. The queue is so long, so it must taste good.
The boss's movements are dazzlingly fast. Egg yolks, sausages, braised pork slices, green vegetables, sour cowpeas and other pickled side dishes...it only takes a few seconds to cover the rice.
Zhu Pingan came to the table with this steamed rice and sat down. He took a pair of chopsticks and took a bite. It was fat but not greasy, and the taste was so delicious that you couldn't help but devour it.
The proprietress of the store was a chubby lady in her forties. She brought a tea bowl and poured a bowl of water for Zhu Pingan. Then, he sprinkled some broken leaves into the bowl.
Zhu Ping'an was about to drink water when he saw broken leaves floating in the bowl. He raised his head with some discomfort and asked, "Why is this?"
"The water is very hot. I'm worried that the young master will get burned if he drinks it in one gulp." Pang Pang 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 booming. (To be continued.)
