Rise From the Humble

"My benefactor, please continue practicing calligraphy. I will play the flute with you and listen."

The girl said delicately, sitting on the stone opposite Zhu Pingan, blinking her watery eyes and looking at Zhu Pingan holding the brush in her hand, the spring in her eyes was almost dripping with water, and her voice was delicate and soft, as if it was about to melt. Same.

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. It was lower and opened a lot, revealing a large area of ​​snowy skin, which made people look in with their long eyeballs.

Zhu Pingan is no exception.

Geez, Mr. Zhou is looking at me.

Seeing this, the girl's watery eyes were filled with autumn water. Just when the girl was about to continue her efforts, the gentle and gentle young master heard Zhu Ping'an opposite, pointing at his exposed snow skin, and said something. .

"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 the jade flute on the ground. It was like a fast-moving camera, jumping left and right, scratching up and down.

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 gentle steps. She said in a charming tone: "The scenery is so beautiful, Master, don't you want to live up to such a romantic relationship? There are only two of you here, Master, I just want to do it." What can you do?"

"The Nu family is not only good at playing the jade flute."

The girl gave a sweet laugh, and then she rubbed against Zhu Ping'an like a boneless snake.

"Girl is joking. At this time, besides you and I, there is still a world, and God knows it. In the past, it was just a simple task, 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 from returning to the nest. similar body. He 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 poems 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 filled with water when she looked at Zhu Pingan, and her face was slender and charming. The voice is also 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 it? Besides, I am still young, and my body will be easily damaged too early.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the girl's leaving figure. I couldn't help but curse.

Afterwards, 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 think about it and practice calligraphy at the same time. Unknowingly, time quietly passed from the tip of the pen with the clear water.

At this time, it has slowly risen, spreading warm sunshine to the world, and the world is gradually getting brighter. The sun shines through the leaves into the woods, and the woods are gradually getting brighter.

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 so what if the actors are sentimental? The girl in the dressing mirror slowly shed tears and wetted the carefully applied rouge.

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.

"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 coins 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 are all placed on top of the rice in just a few seconds.

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's mother 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.