039 Spring Dream Morning Cloud

The wind sends warmth, and the heart begins to open.

Cheng Xueyan looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her with a faint smile, but inadvertently caught an afterlife's eye. She didn't feel anything, but the later generation blushed, took a fan and pretended to talk to the people around her. But after a while, her eyes glanced over again and drove the group of later students to look this way together.

She was a little uncomfortable, but Bitong pulled the corners of her clothes with a smile: "That later life is still quite handsome."

"What are you talking about?"

The face began to burn.

"It's naturally far worse than Mr. Ling..."

Bitong continued to tease her.

"If you think he is good, I will match you to him..." Cheng Xueyan fought back.

It was Bitong's turn to blush: "What did the girl say?"

Before the voice fell, he suddenly screamed in a low voice: "Oh, come here, come here..."

Cheng Xueyan looked over and saw that the shy but still shaking the folding fan down from one side of the steps and coming this way.

Bitong had never seen this situation, but when she came to her, she had to hide her master behind her.

"Jiang Xiaolou, a young student, visits the girl and dares to ask the girl's name?"

Bitong stood in front with an unfriendly posture, and the scene was slightly embarrassing.

"I'm offended. If the girl refuses to express her name, can you tell me where the mansion is? I will visit you another day."

"You... scholar," Bitong wanted to scold him as a prodigal, but she felt that he was also polite, and finally didn't scold him: "Read so many sage books, is it just for you to block the way to chase the girl?"

"Guan Jujiu, on the island of the river. My fair lady, a gentleman is so good..." The scholar closed the folding fan and shook his head in the palm of his hand.

Cheng Xueyan rolled her eyes. If people living in this space-time have to write those two poems before opening their mouths, she might as well jump into Xihu and drown now.

Bitong blushed and ears hot when she heard it, and her always sharp teeth and clever mouth suddenly lost its use at this moment: "You... If you... let my master know, there will be no place to die!"

The scholar smiled: "Who is your master? Tell me..."

Cheng Xueyan pulled Bitong's clothes behind: "Low-key, low-key..."

Bitong swallowed a spit: "I'm afraid it will scare you..."

The scholar was waiting to ask, and a tall man on the embankment shouted loudly, "Where does life not meet? Jiang Xiandi, it's time to go..."

The scholar regretfully slapped his hands with a fan and bowed his hand: "There are still important things to do today. Girl, I'll see you later, and this sister..."

His smiling eyes made Bitong's face roast like fire.

"See you later..."

He took two steps, but turned back and respectfully presented the folding fan with both hands: "It's the first time we meet. If you don't respect a small gift, I hope the girl will accept it."

He glanced at Cheng Xueyan, but handed the fan to Bitong's hand, and Bitong took it reflexively. After he walked up to the river embankment and waved his hand to this side, he finally disappeared with the group of people. After a long time, he burst out, "The prodigal son!" He toss the fan to the ground again.

There is fluffy grass on the ground, and the snow-white paper fan lies on the green grass, looking innocent and pitiful.

"Why is it so hot? I just saw that you had a good chat..." Cheng Xueyan pretended to be surprised.

Bitong's eyes widened: "Girl, he is for you..."

"But I didn't say anything to him, but you..." Cheng Xueyan blinked: "But this scholar is really good. If you want to, I will send someone tomorrow... Alas, why did I forget to ask him where he lives?"

Bitong's face was so hot that it almost exploded: "The girl made fun of me again. I'm blocking the girl. How can the girl think that... People like him have read a lot of sages, but they can only flirt with good women with sour articles. I don't want to marry such a person!"

It's also true that he dares to flirt with himself as a married woman...

"I don't think he is very handsome, polite and polite. He should be from a scholarly family. Although his behavior is slightly frivolous, he is not a romantic teenager. Didn't you see that several women over there have been looking at him just now..."

"Whoever likes to see, anyway, I won't get married. Besides, his voice suddenly lowered: "He can't marry someone like me..."

Cheng Xueyan saw that there seemed to be a pattern on the closed folding fan and was bending down to pick it up. She couldn't help listening to Bitong's words. The outspoken hand couldn't help but pause, but still picked up the fan, unfolded it, and exaggeratedly praised, "What a good folding fan, you see..."

Bitong was distracted and took over the fan.

It's really a good fan. Sandalwood is the fan bone, and two poems are engraved on the big bones on both sides, respectively: "It's like a spring dream for a short time, and it's like there is no place to go in the morning clouds" and "When to see it in a short time, peach leaves cross the head to see the haze."

"So it doesn't look like a prodigal son, but an elegant man." Cheng Xueyan seemed to be talking to herself.

"Elegance!" Bitong still gritted her teeth, but her tone was a little weak.

The fan is snow-colored paper.

I just paid attention to the scholar, but I didn't find that this fan was an ink painting. It seems to have been done carelessly, but it covers a snowy scene all over the sky. Light ink distant mountains, rustling trees, quiet cold water, fishing for an old man alone... There is a scene of killing, which makes people seem to be really in it, and the thin sweat disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Bitong looked over little by little, and when she moved her eyes to the lower left corner, she suddenly screamed like being bitten by a mouse, and the fan fell upside down to the ground.

"What's the matter?"

Cheng Xueyan picked up the fan and also took a look. While his eyes touched the name, a name also popped out of Bitong's mouth: "Gu Haoxuan..."

This fan was painted by Gu Haoxuan.

Gu Haoxuan... her ex-husband in this life...

"What a narrow enemy's road!" Bitong clenched her fist: "That scholar is really not a good person. Girl, you'd better throw away the fan..."

Cheng Xueyan hurriedly wiped the Saturn on that fan: "What are you losing? Didn't you say that his painting money is hard to find? Do you want to give money to someone else?

With that, he threw the fan into Bitong's arms: " put it away!"

Bitong was stunned. Is the girl confused? When I received the letter, although I didn't say a word, I left all the things stained with the breath of the Gu family and went back to the house. How can I care about this fan?

"That scholar is really generous," Cheng Xueyan praised and snatched the fan again: "Isn't this fake? Bitong, do you know Gu Sanxian's authentic works?

Bitong shook her head in a daze.

In fact, even if you stay for hundreds of years, you can sell it at a good price... hundreds of years? What are you thinking about?

She threw the fan back into Bitong's arms: "Take it away first!"

I don't understand what medicine is sold in the girl's gourd. Bitong pinched the fan and looked at the sentence "Come like a spring dream for a short time, go like there is no place in the clouds", and her heart was inexplicably confused.

At the same time, the basket on the arm also shook.

The two little turtles were turned upside down all the way, and they will finally wake up and try to break out of the basket.

"Girl, hurry up, look, these stars have come out!"

A huge and bright star hung on the dark blue sky in the west. It was so bright that it almost took away the glory of the moon.

The two squatted on the shore, Bitong took out the turtle from the basket, and Cheng Xueyan carefully picked it up.

The little turtle strained its neck and pulled its four legs, and looked eager.

"Don't be busy. You will be free in a while."

Cheng Xueyan touched the pattern on the back of the turtle, and a burst of sadness suddenly surged out in her heart. Today, we got together. I don't know when we will see each other again. Even if we see it, we are afraid that we can't recognize each other.

Bitong saw that she was in a daze and was about to urge her, but she pulled out the hairpin from her head.

"Girl, what are you going to do?"

"Prick!" She answered solemnly and scratched the turtle's back with a hairpin: "The turtle is a spiritual animal. Maybe we can see it when we come here again next year..."

"What word did the girl pierce?" Bitong doesn't know simplified Chinese characters.

Cheng Xueyan said a mysterious sentence in her ear.

Bitong almost fell into the lake with laughter.

Cheng Xueyan watched the little turtle "plop" into the water, stroked around and disappeared.

Gu Haoxuan, Gu Haoxuan, I should have had no grudge against you, but why did I become your abandoned wife as soon as I wore it? It almost made me a street rat. Now it's just a small punishment. It's better not to let me touch you, otherwise... Alas, it's a pity that only the word "three idle" is engraved. The turtle shell is really hard enough, and the hairpin is really blunt enough...

"Girl, there is another one. Do you want to engrave it?" Bitong couldn't help taking out another turtle.

"This is yours. You can't let me do good deeds alone, right?"

"But..."

What else is it? Do you want to engrave a few words as well?

Eatment? What's the word? Bitong began to think closely.

"How about carving...Jiang School Building?" Cheng Xueyan's eyelashes trembled with a smile in her eyes.

"Jiang Xiaolou?" Bitong blinked, and two blushes suddenly rose on her cheeks: "Girl, you..."

With this excitement, the struggling little turtle slipped and fell into the water perfectly after turning around for a week and a half.

"Oh..." Bitong wanted to reach out and pick it up.

Cheng Xueyan stopped her: "Let it go..."

Two blisters appeared on the surface of the water. It turned out that the previously released turtle was waiting for his partner. At this time, the two turtles touched their claws and swam happily.

Cheng Xueyan looked interestingly, and Bi Tong looked up at the sky: "The willow top on the moon..."

Cheng Xueyan's hand stopped playing with the water: "Maybe he didn't come at all. Even if he came, where can he find such a big place?"

Bitong smiled mischievously: "Is the girl worried that she can't see Mr. Ling?"

Cheng Xueyan pretended to be careless and continued to play with water.

"There is Ganlu Temple nearby. It's very lively. Why don't you go and have a look?"