"Don't look at me, gentlemen. Why do you remind me of this fact every time when I almost forget that my face is a little too handsome?"
Zhao Rong asked sincerely.
Yu Huaijin nodded and stopped looking at this "shameless" person; the others also laughed in good faith, and the atmosphere became clear.
Zhao Rong smiled and put down his tea cup without showing any courtesy at all. "So, do you have anything else to do? If not, I will take a step forward. If you don't go back, my wife will come to rob you." He was still serious and honest.
Shameless.
The leader, Yu Huaijin, glanced at the scattered invitations on the eucalyptus slips. He said nothing and seemed to be sitting still with his eyes lowered. Some people in the audience looked a little embarrassed.
Zhao Rong looked around. On the right, a classmate with a mustache asked in a low voice: "What will Brother Ziyu do with these invitations?"
"Of course I am prepared to decline...does Brother Gao have other ideas?"
"I don't dare to take it seriously." The male student who was called 'Brother Gao' looked at Zhao Rong's expression and suddenly advised him sincerely: "How about Brother Ziyu take the time to attend. After all, it is the kindness of the senior brothers.
In fact, if you want to spend more time with Ling Zheng, you can take her with you. After all, the invitation says that Brother Ziyu is allowed to bring one or two people with him..."
"Zhuo Jing doesn't like making trouble, so forget it..." Zhao Rong shook his head and suddenly paused because he saw some classmates covering their mouths with their fists in the back seat, lowering their heads and coughing slightly, as if they were a little embarrassed.
Zhao Rong suddenly understood and couldn't help but glanced at Yu Huaijin who was drinking tea, Xiao Hongyu and others with a slightly red face, and said, "Why did you analyze the pros and cons so clearly for me just now?" He politely advised me that "someone" wanted to join us.
go.
Zhao Rong laughed in his heart, took a sip of tea, put down the cup, stood up and took the initiative to see off the guests:
"I still won't go. If there is nothing else, I will leave first, Zhuo Jing said. Well, everyone can sit back for a while and let Teng Ying accompany me."
Xiao Hongyu and other Suixingtang students were so embarrassed that they hurriedly escaped from their stools and said goodbye with regret.
"No need to send it far away, by the way..." Zhao Rong, who was about to leave at the entrance of the courtyard, suddenly turned around, pointed at a certain piece of eucalyptus slip that was being glanced at by more than a dozen eyes, and said with a sincere face: "Gentlemen,
I happen to be away from the academy for the next two days. Could you please help me with the next thing? I would like to thank the senior fellows in the academy for me and explain the reason sincerely. Well, it would be better if there are senior fellows who are familiar with each other.
Yes, each person can choose one to send back...or two..."
Xiao Hongyu, Wu Peiliang and other students were all stuck, looking at each other in surprise.
Yu Huaijin drank tea in silence, glancing at someone who was "sincerely admonishing" him.
…
At the gate of Dongli Xiaozhuyuan, Zhao Rong smiled and sent away several students who had taken the invitations. The latter half-heartedly accepted and left with a smile on their face.
Just as Zhao Rong was about to turn around to look at the situation in the yard, a voice came from behind him.
"Tzuyu..."
"Why are you walking without making any sound?"
Zhao Rong looked at Jia Tengying beside him speechlessly.
The latter, who was used to being a little transparent, said a little embarrassedly: "Tzuyu, do you know Mr. Chun in the academy?"
"Mr. Chun?" Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment. He recalled the roster that Zhu Yourong had given him before, but he remembered something. "Yes, I have an impression. What's the matter?"
Zhao Rong paused after asking, remembering that he had just spotted this name in the yard, and was about to speak again, but Jia Tengying was already blushing and said: "I have always admired Mr. Chun, he is also a person from ancient Yue, among us
The ancient Yue Kingdom was a well-known Confucian scholar."
It was rare to see this roommate so excited. Zhao Rong pointed to the eucalyptus slips in the backyard behind him, which were still surrounded by seven or eight students, and asked: "Is there an invitation in there? An invitation from Mr. Chun's senior disciple?"
Jia Tengying was a little nervous and whispered: "I just took a look and it seems that there is..."
Zhao Rong couldn't help it anymore and kicked his butt with his legs, "Then what are you waiting for, kid? Hurry up and grab a seat. Others will take it away later and make a fool of themselves."
Zhao Rong was speechless and laughed at this wooden head.
"Okay, okay!" Jia Tengying quickly nodded and ran away.
I'm afraid it's too late.
When he came back with a beaming face, Zhao Rong stopped at the entrance of the courtyard and couldn't help but whisper a few words.
"Remember to go there in advance, make an excuse for me, and tell Mr. Chun's seniors that I'm in an emergency and I can't come. Then you should be more familiar with yourself, be more responsible when you come back, and be thick-skinned. The seniors will call you dessert. End of explanation
Just stay there and don't leave. Find a low-key place to sit down. Later, people will just think that you were invited too. Isn't this just a case of infringement? So I asked you to go early..."
"Don't just eat. The important thing is to get to know your senior brother. You can't take the initiative to find some topics. It's also about the school, Yu Huaijin or me. Except for picking cucumbers in your field, you can talk about everything else.
, there is nothing that cannot be said, such as my richness and handsomeness, etc., don’t hide it..."
Zhao Rong sighed, and Jia Tengying listened very seriously.
It was almost time to explain, the excitement in the courtyard had dissipated, and the sky above his head had long been covered with stars. Zhao Rong left Dongli Xiaozhu, and at the main entrance of the academy, he also laughed a few times with two familiar gentlemen who had returned from drinking.
After saying a few words, he clapped his sleeves, turned around, walked through a busy street filled with people like flowing water, turned into an alley, took a path, and walked towards the courtyard where he rented for a long time.
Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er rented a courtyard with two entrances, including a front hall, a back bedroom, an east kitchen, a gallery, and a pavilion. The entire courtyard was square and symmetrical.
Viewed from a distance, there were blue smoke birds floating up from the chimneys in the courtyard at this time, but they were not obvious in the dark night that was gradually covering them.
Zhao Rong suddenly turned around the corner of the alley and took a long detour. There was a small flower standing alone between the cracks of the outer wall of an abandoned yard. He couldn't recognize the name. It shouldn't be a rare species. It was during morning exercise the day before yesterday.
Just passed by here.
Zhao Rong bent down and took it off easily, turned around and went back to his residence, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked straight to the east kitchen where there was the sound of firewood burning on the stove. The kitchen door was open to the outside. He crossed the threshold without going in, and leaned gently on the door frame, twisting his fingers.
Holding the flower roots, I quietly looked at the green-gold figure busy back and forth in front of the stove and chopping board.
Qingjun's waist is very slender, especially when the upper fabric is bulging. Even without a belt, the slightly empty fabric around the waist clearly reveals this, especially when she occasionally stands on tiptoe.
When standing on tiptoes to pick up the bowls from the top of the cabinet, the waist is bent upward, which is especially obvious.
Zhao Rong's eyes subconsciously fell on it. In fact, the lady's waist was not only thin, but also very flexible. Only he understood this deeply, especially every time it bent back and forth, it could always reach the height again and again.
Zhao Rong's thrilling arc made him couldn't help but take out a hand from the temple and use the tiger's mouth to grasp the tough waist carefully, as if he wanted to measure something carefully. Something flashed in front of Zhao Rong's eyes.
The picture disappeared like a bubble.
In fact, her slender waist and those long legs underneath are the result of Qingjun's long years of practicing swordsmanship and martial arts. In my memory, she has been beautiful since she was a child. She was a beauty when she was a child, and she was slim and graceful when she was a girl;
Zhao Rong thought about it carefully, Qing Jun's figure should be the best proportion he has ever seen, and it still has the classic and beautiful shoulders that Zhao Rong likes most, rather than the right-angled shoulders that give people a slightly strong and cold feeling; carefully,
Speaking of which, he still prefers curvature.
The delicate bodies of Xiaoxiao and Qianer are a bit too petite and girly, but the burden on Zhu Yourong is too heavy, which makes others 'worry' for her, and the body proportions are inevitably a bit unbalanced.
If Xiaoxiao and Qianer are Xiaohe who reveals her sharp horns, the former is slightly more voluptuous, although it is limited. Then Qingjun is the girl next door who has just grown up. Everything is just right, and the flowers bloom in the most beautiful place.
In the season, if one part is too much, it will be too much, and if one part is too little, it will be too little. As for Zhu Yourong, she has Zeng Yun with her breasts wide open, and she can reach the returning bird from the canthus; she will be at the top of the mountain, and she can see all the mountains and small mountains.
You know, because of the structure of women's clothes in this world, it is difficult to fake them. There is no way to get rid of the bellyband of the obscene clothes, unless the waist is tied higher to make it visually protruding, but it also adds more
There is not much growth, so for ordinary women, if they can stand up and bulge from the outside, they are quite promising, such as our own Qingjun, and what is the concept of Zhu Yourong? Every time she goes out, she will be tightly bound with cloth.
, but the difference between still and unbundled is not big. It can only be said that there is too much material piled up, and it is difficult to compress it further.
In this case, you may have to ask, since it is the same whether to bind or not, why bother to bind? Isn't it easier to be liberated? Zhao Rong has to talk to you about the wave-particle duality, referring to
What is true is that certain things can not only be partially described in terms of particles, such as one by one, but also partially described in terms of waves, such as wave after wave, so it coexists in the form of particles and waves...
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Putting aside these academic issues for the time being, Qingjun in the East Kitchen was busy cooking seriously and lightly at the moment, without looking back at her husband; Zhao Rong did not ask where Qian'er was, he was alone
He crossed his chest, leaned against the door frame, and fell into some deep thoughts while quietly observing.
In his memory, another person who could rival Qingjun in terms of stature was the Queen Mother Dugu who was known as the most beautiful woman in Dali. However, it may have been because Zhao Rong suddenly broke through and was in the impact.
The impression generated under the force of Qingjun is a bonus. As for Qingjun, he not only made a visual inspection, but also measured it inch by inch. It can be considered a rigorous study. His wife won.
As for the other two divorced women who have had a profound impact, Su Qingdai is similar in temperament and figure to Qing Jun, but the palace is a bit bigger, although the palms will be numb when performing family law. The body of the heroine Luo Xiu is a bit thin and skinny.
, Occasionally, his hip bone would bump into him. Although at that time, this slight pain was nothing compared to the severe burning of his upper body, but the special experience of the occasional bump in the mold lake was still a bit profound...
People are like this. Sometimes in some important scenes, some subtle feelings and experiences are more profound than the serious things at the time. For example, many years later, I have forgotten the questions in the college entrance examination, but I always remember the eraser that fell at my feet.
When I picked it up, the black and gray stains on the eraser were clearly visible.
But tonight, Zhao Rong didn't want to care too much, he just wanted to look at Qingjun quietly.
Zhao Lingfei knew that her husband was looking at her, and she also knew that he often liked to watch her doing housework in a daze. Although she didn't know what Mr. Dao was thinking, Zhao Lingfei also liked that his attention fell on her.
She felt that he was paying attention to her and cared about her, and a sense of security and shyness arose spontaneously, although occasionally his eyes were a little inappropriate.
When Zhao Lingfei had finished cleaning most of the things and was washing her hands in front of the water tank, Zhao Rong, who had been watching in front of the door, suddenly walked forward...