In this depressing atmosphere and quiet environment, the eyes seemed to have gained weight. With so many pairs of eyes at one place, the thin pen finally slowed down. Female professor Yu Lian glanced at the small regular script on the paper.
, nodded, put the pen on the delicate little inkstone, and then looked at the junior brothers and sisters who were looking at him expectantly.
As expected, she was the third senior sister of the Academy, whom the Master all admired. She solved this dispute between senior brothers that had never happened in the academy with just one sentence, and made a very direct judgment on the dispute between the two senior brothers.
"You are all wrong."
Yu Lian looked at the first and second senior brothers and said calmly: "Whether it is the bookworm or the little maid, there is no answer to whether they are Ning Que's good matches, because the word "match" refers to the relationship between each other.
No matter how you insist on your own opinions, how can you know Ning Que’s feelings?"
The second senior brother frowned slightly and said, "My junior brother is an orphan. He has no father, mother, or relatives. His home is waiting in the back of the academy. Of course, his marriage must be decided by the teacher or us senior brothers and sisters."
Yu Lian smiled slightly and said, "So I say you are wrong."
"You don't know my junior brother, but I watched him go to the old library, watched him vomit blood and fell into coma, watched him lose weight in silence day after day by the window, I know what kind of person he is, don't say
There is no marriage in the palace, let alone who we senior brothers and sisters want him to marry. Even if the teacher comes back and asks him to marry Haotian's daughter, if he is not willing, he will still be unwilling. If he is willing, it is meaningless for anyone to object.
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She turned around and looked at the senior brother and said calmly: "You always have to walk the path of life to know the taste, so in the end it depends on him to choose. No matter how he chooses, the price he will pay for it belongs to him.
We must also learn to bear this price, and I believe teachers will also hold the same view."
After saying this, Third Senior Sister Yu Lian packed up the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table and left the small courtyard without saying hello to anyone. The large courtyard uniform that covered her petite body swayed gently in the wind and disappeared into the night.
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In the previous academy debate that was rare in history, what the senior brother said was very obscure and difficult to understand. What the second senior brother said was also a little unclear. At this time, what the third senior sister said was also philosophical and incomprehensible. I believe that the three of them are actually just.
I felt something vaguely, but the rest of the people couldn't understand it at all.
The two senior brothers fell into silence. The junior brothers and sisters followed the footsteps of the third senior sister and left quietly. The seventh senior sister Muyou glanced at the two people sitting in the chair worriedly, filled the teapot on the table with hot water, and then left.
Room.
The candlelight swayed gently, and the sound of the waterfall pouring into the pool could be heard faintly from behind the courtyard. I don't know how long it had passed, but the senior brother slowly stood up, with a look of exhaustion on his clean brows and eyes.
The second senior brother stood up and bowed respectfully.
The senior brother said: "Since she said this, it seems that you and I are indeed wrong, but I still insist on my opinion, and I can't think of it. Since he and Shanshan
If we are in love, why wouldn't we choose her?"
The second senior brother thought about it and said, "Because he can't let go of Sang Sang."
The senior brother suddenly thought of a possibility, frowned and said, "Will the junior brother want both?"
The second senior brother Su Rong said: "Such greed will be punished by God. Moreover, although the two little girls are very different in their birth status, they are definitely not the vulgar women in the world. How can they allow my junior brother to be so happy?"
The senior brother looked at him quietly and suddenly asked: "Jun Mo, how much did you see?"
The second senior brother was silent for a moment and then said: "When Yan Se and Wei Guangming turned into ashes, I saw the momentary movement, but I still couldn't see it clearly. Could it be that, senior brother, you have already seen clearly what will happen in the future?"
The senior brother smiled slightly and said: "I'm afraid even the teacher can't understand it, let alone you and me?"
The second senior brother frowned slightly and said, "I don't know how much Yu Lian saw it."
"Her attention has always been on her junior brother. I'm afraid she's not as good as you and me."
After saying this, the senior brother didn't know what he was thinking. He was silent for a long time, then reached out and patted the second senior brother's shoulder gently and said: "Jun Mo, maybe you are right, but I can't bear it.
The second senior brother was tall. When he saw his senior brother trying to pat him on the shoulder, he habitually leaned forward slightly so that the senior brother could pat him more smoothly. The ancient crown on his head actually almost hit the senior brother's face.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and all the negative emotions caused by the previous argument disappeared.
Only the word "cannot bear" still echoes with the sound of the waterfall.
Ning Que didn't know that a meeting was held in the back of the academy for his life-long event, and he didn't know that the two senior brothers, who in his eyes no longer bothered the world, had a fierce conflict over this matter. In recent days, he continued to
I took Shanshan to visit the city of Chang'an where the winter was fading, and went to various study rooms to appreciate the masterpieces of predecessors.
In the two lifetimes combined, he has never been in love, or even had close contact with the opposite sex, so he doesn't know if he and Shanshan are in love now, because that night in the red wall and white snow
After they said they liked each other, the relationship between the two didn't seem to have changed at all. It was still as peaceful and casual as ever, even though they didn't even hold hands. The only difference was probably the girl's occasional shyness when their shoulders touched.
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It was this shame that made up for a large part of Ning Que's regrets about love imagination. When he led Shanshan through the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, he would often think of the girl leaning against him by the fire at the Beishan crossing that day.
The maid, thinking of Situ Yilan walking with her by Yanbei Lake, realized that responding was the source of joy.
This feeling is really good, even if there is no close physical contact or sweet words, [Baidu Jiangye Bar YY: 108052] vows to each other, so Ning Que is willing to continue walking with Shanshan, just passing by those narrow
In the shadow of the winter trees in the alley, as he walked through the melting pine and snow by the lake, he occasionally felt that somewhere in his heart became a little empty.
In the evening, the two of them walked to Lin 47 Lane. Standing under a tree at the entrance of the lane, Ning Que invited Mo Shanshan again: "Come in and sit down. There will definitely be enough food."
Mo Shanshan looked at the shop door of Lao Bizhai not far away and said softly: "No need."
Ning Que asked in confusion: "Why?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the toes of his shoes sticking out of his skirt and said softly: "I was very happy to walk side by side with you in Chang'an City. I was also very happy to comment on the calligraphy and paintings with you. That night you said you liked me, and I
Very happy.”
Then she raised her head, looked at the inconspicuous dimple on Ning Que's cheek, blinked her eyelashes slightly, suddenly raised her hand and poked it gently with her fingertips, and said with a smile: "But just liking it is not enough."
Back in Laobi Studio, Ning Que was still thinking about the meaning of Mo Shanshan's words. If he was asked to solve mathematical problems or practice enlightenment, it would probably be much easier than understanding what girls were thinking, so
Somewhat confused.
"Master, it's time to eat."
Sangsang took out two bowls of chicken soup from the small urn and asked, "Would you like some chopped green onion?"
Ning Que said: "The chicken soup you make is the best in the world, so drink it plain without adding green onions.
Normally, Sangsang would look happier when receiving praise from Ning Que. Although she didn't necessarily smile, she would always put a rice spoon in the bowl and press it hard when feeding him. But today she didn't seem to listen at all.
After arriving, he just silently added some food to Ning Que, then silently sat on the other side of the table and silently picked up the chopsticks.
Ning Que looked at her expression and suddenly thought that he had been wandering around a lot these days. He explained with a smile: "I told you that night, those shameless senior brothers and sisters in the back of the academy threw me to Chang'an City to work as a thug.
Archway, so I have been preparing for someone to challenge me these days."
Sangsang hummed softly, then continued eating while holding the rice bowl.
After Ning Que finished drinking the chicken soup, he poured two ladles of white rice on the big bowl in front of him, and then started to chop the rice like a whirlwind.
There was silence around the table.
Ning Que suddenly raised his head, looked at Sangsang across the table and asked, "Since you were very young, we have been discussing what kind of sister-in-law we should find for you."
Sang Sang gently put the rice bowl on the table, looked at him and said, "It's the young lady."
"That was the name I changed after I left Weicheng."
Ning Que couldn't help but laugh when he thought about the past when he took Sang Sang to the Red Sleeves to pick out a girl. Then he finally understood why there was always something empty in his heart these days. It was because he hadn't heard something yet.
Personal opinion [Baidu Jiangye Bar YY: 108052] means that he has not reported it to someone yet or that he wants to hear something he wants to hear.
He looked at Sangsang and said seriously: "What do you think of Mo Shanshan?"
Sangsang looked into his eyes seriously. After a long time, he picked up his rice bowl again and said, "Very good."
Ning Que looked at the little girl who was about to bury her face in her rice bowl and asked slightly, "Is that good?"
Sangsang's little face poked out from the rice bowl, looked at him and said, "It's just very good."
Ning Que looked at her eyes as clear as a small pond, her hair as yellow as the first grass after snow, her dark little face, and the grain of rice stuck to her face. He was silent for a long time, feeling helpless.
Yan smiled.
"Nothing, just asking casually."
He reached out and plucked off the grain of rice stuck to Sangsang's face, threw it into his mouth skillfully, and then continued to eat with his head down. For some reason, his mood became a little depressed, and he thought silently.
My own Sangsang is indeed still a child.
After dinner, Sangsang went to boil water and wash the dishes as usual, while Ning Que started writing talismans. When he was tired and sleepy, he would randomly write a few calligraphy notes to refresh himself. Late at night, he would burn his feet and go to bed to prepare for bed.
Although the midwinter is about to pass, spring has not really arrived yet. Chang'an City is still a bit cold under the night. The two of them still sleep on the kang built last winter, head and feet facing each other as in previous years.
Sang Sang's little feet were washed clean, and she was held in Ning Que's arms. He touched the smooth, delicate and white jade feet, feeling very comfortable and at ease, and clicked. Then he closed his eyes and entered the wonderful world.
dreamland.
No matter how you look at it, this seems to be just a repeat of the nights Ning Que and Sang Sang had spent in the past fifteen years. It was just an ordinary night, but Sang Sang didn't fall asleep at all.
She opened her bright eyes and looked quietly at the roof covered with discarded talisman paper, as if looking at the rock walls of the Minshan cave where she had lived over the years, and the earthen walls of the small courtyard in Weicheng.
(Hmm, as soon as I wrote about Sangsang, I got along with it. It seems that I am going with my destiny. The title of this chapter is great.) (To be continued.