Zhao Yiru pushed open the window, stepped on the window sill and jumped up the tree. After a few ups and downs, all she could see was the long dark green bow on the ponytail behind her head flying.
Several frightened shouts came from a distance——
"Oh my god, Miss Zhao!"
"Come down quickly! Come down quickly!"
"Zhao Yiru! You're jumping up and down like a monkey again! Don't say you are the daughter of the master of our Immortal Immortal Sect when you go out! Really, you don't have the demeanor of a monk at all!"
"Zhao Yiru! The senior brother asked you to go to the study to eat watermelon!...Uh, sorry, sorry, it was me eating watermelon, and the senior brother asked you to go drink tea!"
——"I know! I know! One by one, they are screaming Hun'er! It's so annoying!"
But when Zhao Yiru stood in front of the security door, she swallowed involuntarily, and her right eyelid suddenly kept twitching. She had a premonition that she would be criticized again.
"Yi Ru?"
Zhao Yiru tugged on his ponytail and said haha: "Haha, senior brother is back! I suddenly remembered that the gas in the kitchen was not turned off! I... I will go back and turn off the gas first..."
The door suddenly opened with a creak.
Then a clear and elegant male voice came out.
"Come in."
Zhao Yiru walked in with a sad face, feeling that my life was at risk.
After walking around, there was no one in the living room, the inner hall, or the tea room.
"I'm in the backyard."
Hearing the sound, Zhao Yiru became even more nervous and walked in with both hands and feet.
Want to ask her why?
In fact, it was nothing, except that there was a large bamboo forest in the backyard, and she had a psychological shadow on bamboo...
The size of the bamboo forest is the size of her psychological shadow.
It's so convenient to use local materials. Senior brother shouldn't treat her to fried meat with bamboo shoots, right? She hasn't been beaten for forty or fifty years since she entered the world.
Woo hoo, senior brother, please be merciful!
This atmosphere is so scary! Zhao Yiru was barking wildly in his heart.
Is it too late to admit my mistake now? Woohoo...
There is a futon under the eaves, and a man in green robe is sitting there, with a crimson box under his palm.
The sitting posture of the man in green robe is wild yet elegant. His eyelids are half-closed, and he still has Zhang Yu's handsome face, but his aura is completely different.
Uncut jade without repair, deep pool bottom.
Zhao Yiru respectfully saluted the man in green robe with clasped fists.
There seems to be a familiar aroma floating in the air.
Zhao Yiru shrugged his nose and looked at him. He still used Zhang Yu's face and said in surprise: "Senior brother, you also ordered Mengxiang?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Zhao Yiru scolded herself for being so stupid. Isn't this what she was afraid of?
Now it’s okay, I’ve exposed the scandalous things I did! It’s just shooting myself in the foot...
If Jiang Liuer were around, he would definitely laugh out loud right now!
Zhang Yu's eyes passed across her face and wandered to the depths of the bamboo forest outside the house.
Under the sky, the raindrops were thin and clear, falling into the dust and mud according to their own trajectory, and then rising from the dust and mud, water vapor enveloped everything.
The vast gray sky is connected to the sky by towering green bamboo forests, transitioning from light green to dark green, from top to bottom, from outside to inside.
The green color of each bamboo leaf dances and lingers in the rain curtain. You and I are among you, and together they form the picture of the bamboo forest rain scene in front of you.
He didn't know what he thought of, and he chuckled lightly, with a clear and shallow sound at the end.
Zhao Yiru next to him trembled when he heard the sound and tried to minimize his presence.
Zhang Yu tapped the red box under his hand with his slender fingertips and handed it to Zhao Yiru.
"Ask Yeyoushen to hand this box over to Ye Zhaoling."
Zhao Yiru was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, his almond-shaped eyes were rounded: "That's it?"
"Huh? Did you do anything else that I don't know about?"
Zhao Yiru took the box and stepped back: "No! No! Of course not! I didn't do anything! Senior brother, you know me best! From childhood to adulthood, among the eighteen senior brothers, I am the most honest!"
"Well, go ahead."
Zhao Yiru turned around holding the box and let out a long sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a light question came from behind -
"Yi Ru, did you set the fire?"
Zhao Yiru turned around, confused: "Ah? What's the matter? Senior brother, are you talking to me?"
Zhang Yu smiled: "Go ahead. You heard wrong."
Zhao Yiru stretched out his hand to scratch his head and left.
Zhang Yu's eyes glanced into the rain curtain again.
