The first timid taste of some water

Author: Holding Hairpin Star

The first timid taste of some water

From that day on, Wen Yu's interactions seemed to have become a daily routine, gradually turning into a quiet time like water. He devoted himself to her. Even Yang Zuo, who had always been cunning, was bribed by the food he brought every day.

, he called "Brother Wen Yu" very affectionately.

The sunshine in early summer is bright and beautiful. The shade of tung trees in Zhuoying Water Pavilion is cool and tranquil. When the wind blows, the faint light shakes out from the gaps in the leaves, and a ray of light falls on the painting paper in front of the window.

superior.

Ti Zhen continued to outline the outline of the pavilion with an outline pen, vividly depicting the prosperity of the trees in summer. When he saw Yang Zuo staying aside to entertain the fish, he couldn't help but mutter something.

"It's rare that you can sit still. Why don't you kick your little shuttlecock?"

Yang Zuo stirred water in the green glaze jar with a stick of grass, causing the goldfish under the green lotus to sway their tails. He couldn't help but look at the Eight Immortals table, "Brother Wen Yu brought the preserved apricots from the palace."

The cheese hasn’t been opened yet.”

Wen Yu grinded it with his hands, looked at him, smiled, and gave Ti Zhen a silent look.

But Ti Zhen became more calm and relaxed. He dipped the pen into the water and changed the color. "Don't be in a hurry to open it. You can go and play. I will open it again when you don't pay attention."

When Yang Zuo heard this, his eyes seemed to spin. Wen Yu smiled and wiped the ink on his hands with a handkerchief, "You listen to your sister to scare you."

Yang Zuo shook his head and slowly pursed his lips, "I'm not trying to bluff you. My sister cheated me out of my cherry cake last time."

He thought again and counted them one by one on his fingers, "There are also Zhaoxu's wishful cakes, Brother Zhou's auspicious fruits, Brother Shen's plum blossom cakes, and..."

"Is there anything else?" Wen Yu had just finished trying out the colors and drawing a stroke. Hearing his endless tone of voice, he couldn't help but start teasing.

Seeing their eyes falling on him, Ti Zhen stopped, lowered his head and said, "I was young and ignorant at that time."

"During the Chinese New Year last year, Zhaoxu was punished by brother Shen to kneel down because of his homework. Sister, you brought his favorite food and ate it in front of him, which made him cry." Yang Zuo sipped.

He stopped and said, "He is still your nephew. He is only ten years old. My sister is much older than him."

Wen Yu kept smiling and said, "You have an idea and are deliberately causing trouble."

Yang Zuo nodded, "No, I ran away to Uncle Cai's house in anger the next day, and stayed there for three months before returning home."

A pool of golden waves floated, reflecting some light on Ti Zhen's pink face, "If a person is not grand, he is not small."

Yang Zuo smiled brightly, "He is not as easy to coax as Brother Zhou and me." He patted his clothes, took out a shuttlecock from his pocket and bounced it, "I won't play with you anymore, I want to kick the shuttlecock.

I painted for a whole day and was exhausted."

Wen Yu listened leisurely, and when he saw others running fast, the corners of his eyes became a little more peach-colored, "They said you were naughty when you were a child. I see that you haven't changed much now. You are still very naughty. In my opinion, I have to give it to you."

A small word called 'Zhi Niang' is just right."

She fanned her eyes and glanced at him playfully, "Then it's too late. I've already finished taking out the small characters. My husband took them out when I was studying in Pingyang."

Wen Yu's eyes flickered slightly, "Tell me and listen."

"Xuanji." Ti Zhen's eyes were clear and clear, and he slowly wandered around the table of the Eight Immortals, "But except for this name when I was in school, most of the time no one calls me this name. You should call me Ti Zhen."

Ti Zhen asked, "What is your small character?"

Wen Yu paused, pursed his lips and said, "At that time, Taifu Zhu had not given me a word yet."

Seeing that he looked confused, Ti Zhen patted his hand comfortingly, "How about I pick one up for you? Let's call it Yu Qing."

Wen Yuwu thought to himself, "What's the source?"

Ti Zhen flapped her long eyelashes and said, "Stay happy and be lucky for the rest of your life. It is multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, and there is a sky above."

Wen Yu nodded with a smile, his lips becoming brighter and brighter, "It's a good word, I like it."

As he was reminiscing, he saw a pair of plain white hands picking up the string on the pastry box, passing it in twos and twos, and eating a piece of pastry, "I like your soft cheese too."

Seeing that she was willing to praise her, Wen Yu felt happy and said, "If you like it, I'll change the flavors for you to try next time."

Ti Zhen smiled and said yes.

Wen Yu slowly found her side, held her hand, and said with a bit of loneliness in his eyes, "I won't be coming tomorrow. Tomorrow is the ceremony for the master's return to the court, and I have a busy day."

Ti Zhen's eyes were calm, "You haven't stood still at this time, so you have to be careful and careful. You do your job well. I don't care here."

He slowly squatted down and looked at her level, with a pleading light in his eyes, "Can you light the cinnabar for me again?"

"Huh?" Ti Zhen was a little hesitant, blinking again and again, "It's just a grand ceremony, why am I so nervous?"

He nodded his head sincerely, and the hot flashes in his eyes became more intense, "I beg you."

The sunlight was bright and white, flowing leisurely over the side of his face, like a stream of water flowing down. Although she didn't understand, Ti Zhen still followed the instructions. As before, she used her little finger to smooth it on her lips, gently

He tapped lightly on his brow.

The hazy face lifted up, like spring water kissing her lips. Ti Zhen's heart was beating fast, her fingertips were trembling slightly, she didn't even dare to breathe, but she didn't want to push him away and let him go.

He takes whatever he wants.

He didn't dare to rush forward, fearing that she would be disgusted, so he could only step by step, like a dragonfly touching water, getting closer to her, until he saw that she had closed her eyes, then he dared to immerse himself in the rich and smooth beauty step by step.

In touch.

Nervous, shocked, but full of joy.

He put his hand on her shoulders, held her face, and slowly pressed his forehead against hers, with a spring smile on his face, "Does it look like a dream?"

The wind outside the window brought the fragrance of flowers and trees, which blended with the fragrance of ink and lingered in the mouth and nose. Ti Zhen lowered his eyes and said in a daze, "What are you dreaming about? It's obvious that you are short-handed and soft-mouthed."

There was half-bitten cheese on the table, and Wen Yu's smile spread to the corners of his mouth.

Then asked: "Do you like it?"

Ti Zhen's cheeks were as red as peaches, pink and fluffy, with fine fuzz under the light and shadow. She didn't say anything, she just looked at him and smiled, and his heart was full.

The sky was clear, and even the moonlight at night was good. Looking out through the window, the entire yard was as white as ice and snow. The pomegranate branches poked in, and a dazzling red petal fell on the palm of my hand.

Ti Zhen stood in front of the window sill and watched, his face flushed, looking at the little shadow, raising his head and smiling at her, slowly melting into a star and disappearing among the flowers and green bushes.

After a while, Wenxiu opened the curtain and came in, "His Royal Highness said that he would not be coming tomorrow. He said that there was a palace banquet tomorrow night."

She turned her head and found a soft carved chair at one end and sat down, "I know that tomorrow is the big day for Ben Shi to return to the court, so he must be there."

Cao Er's eyes fell deeply and he gradually narrowed his eyes, "Does the girl know that His Highness sent people to follow him near the house?"

Ti Zhen's eyes were pierced, and his carefully traced eyebrows showed a cold light, "What has he been doing recently?"

Cao You clenched his fists in panic, "Your Highness has been very close to the Zheng family's old tribe recently."

There will be two double rows of conspiracy lines later.

(Squat about feelings, squat about feelings, squat after feelings, squat about career...)
Chapter completed!