windy cold

There were not many books to sort out. Lu Wanfeng flipped through the books absent-mindedly, sneaking a peek at Qin Chuhan from time to time, and finished it quickly in such a half-hearted state.

Then he offered to help copy the book, but was sternly rejected by an eye-catcher.

It was still early, and Lu Wanfeng didn't intend to leave at all. He just sat at Qin Chuhan's table and watched him copy. He was not noisy, and he was rare and honest. It was just that he got tired very quickly, and his jaw became empty.

From time to time, shouts and orders came from outside the pavilion. The swordsmanship class in the afternoon was going on. After a while, there was a burst of ups and downs of cheers. I don't know who competed with whom, and who or who won.

The quiet time passed quickly, Qin Chuhan had no other distractions, and finally put down his pen to dry the paper, and then turned his head to look at the guy on the right who had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time.

His face was buried in his arms, and his long black hair, which was always loose, was scattered on one side of the long case. It was exactly the same as the master's unrestrained temperament. Even when he came to the Ling's house, he didn't see it tied up. His performance made people even more annoyed.

But this long hair...

His thoughts were interrupted for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, his hand had already touched a hair tip, just as it looked, soft and smooth, black as ink, and the amazing calligraphy and painting in his impression were nothing more than That's it.

In my memory, there was someone who had this kind of hair before, and they pestered me like this all day long. I thought it was really annoying, but that person was the only light source in that dark abyss, allowing me to struggle desperately to get out light source.

I just don't know where that person is now.

Or... is no longer there.

"Uh……"

The prostrate man groaned, moved his hands, stroked his head and slowly raised his head.

Qin Chuhan immediately let go of his hand, then retracted it abruptly, and the black waterfall immediately slid down, like the finest silk gently brushing his fingertips, the intoxicating touch passed by, leaving people with a sense of loss.

It turned out that he had inadvertently tightened his fists, pulling a tuft of hair between his fingers.

"... Finished writing?" Lu Wanfeng rubbed his sleepy eyes and straightened his hair.

Qin Chuhan had already collected his emotions, and calmly stacked the copied pages in order, without raising his head, he said, "Well, it's time for dinner."

"Ah..." With a big yawn, Lu Wanfeng stood up and looked out the window.

I wanted to accompany him to read silently, but why did I fall asleep?

Qin Chuhan picked up the family training, stood up and said, "It's getting late, go back quickly."

"Shall we go have dinner together? Ouch!" Lu Wanfeng also stood up, his feet numb and almost fell to the ground.

Qin Chuhan glanced at him, "No." After speaking, he walked out and turned out of Fanshu Pavilion.

Lu Wanfeng scratched his head, feeling a faint pain in his scalp.

The next day's class was the first time the school's gatekeeper was absent. During the break, many people gathered to discuss the matter. Lu Wanfeng listened to it. He was a little listless throughout the morning, but it was rare that he didn't doze off.

The place where Qin Chuhan used to stand was replaced by Ling Yun, and he was still meticulous in enforcing the school discipline, but he was less ruthless.

Lu Wanfeng rested his chin in a daze, and poked and poked his fingers on the table. The knocking sound inadvertently became louder, and suddenly a ruler hit him in front of him. Look, it was dark again in an instant.

"Second Master Lu seems a little disappointed," Ling Yun smiled softly with his eyebrows bent, then put away his smile, and said seriously, "The class is in a daze, making strange noises and disturbing the order. If it happens again, I will serve you with a ruler."

Lu Wanfeng put away his tingling fingers, and immediately sat down properly. He couldn't help thinking: women change their faces so quickly...

Finally, when class was over, Lu Wanfeng sluggishly walked out, unexpectedly, the school entrance was completely blocked, and at the center of the crowd was Ling Qiuyu, the young lady of the Ling family.

He withdrew his feet, and before he could turn around, the little girl in the crowd spotted him, bouncing around, waving and shouting: "Brother Wanfeng! Brother Wanfeng!"

More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared over.

Resisting the long sword of jealousy, Lu Wanfeng bent down to the little girl pushing through the crowd with difficulty, and smiled dryly: "Sister Qiuyu."

"Brother, I know that you went down the mountain with Brother Chuhan to buy mine the day before yesterday, and mine..." Ling Qiuyu was also an elf, and as soon as she stopped talking, seeing that there were many people around, she stood on tiptoe, hugged his neck and moved close to him. He whispered in his ear, "Did I buy my sugar back?"

The heat from the little girl's breath made the ears itch. Lu Wanfeng couldn't help shrinking his neck, but the little girl had no sense of shyness at all. Seeing that he didn't respond, she approached him and asked again in a low voice.

This time he quickly answered: "I bought it, I bought it."

He took out the two he had brought with him and put them into her hands. Seeing the little face blooming with a smile, he thought it was cute, so he stroked her head.

Suddenly remembering his current situation, Lu Wanfeng raised his eyes and saw Lu Cheng, Lu Ze, and a group of Lu family brothers who were staring at him. On one side were Ling Yun, the senior sister of the Ling family, and his brother Lu Jianglin, who were still holding the ruler. A little scalp numb, quickly retracted his hand and stood away.

Lu Wanfeng, Lu Wanfeng, why can't you control your hands!

"Thank you, Brother Wanfeng!" The little girl was completely unaware of her little brother's situation, she put the candy in her pocket thinking she was concealed, carried the little skirt and walked down the steps in two or three steps, taking the Lu family twins and other little followers along with her Leaving school.

Lu Wanfeng wiped away his sweat secretly.

But he didn't forget that there were two people beside him.

"Little Master Lu has a really good relationship with my eldest lady." Leaving the classroom, Ling Yun put away his rigid and strict aura, and put on an approachable smile.

Lu Wanfeng breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, but glanced at the elder brother who was at the side, and said cautiously: "Sister Qiuyu is so cute and lovable, she has a good relationship with everyone."

Ling Yun covered his mouth and chuckled, "You really can talk."

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

Although the relationship between the children of the Lu family is not the same, they are divided into small and large factions. Lu Wanfeng has gone through so many things in the past few years since returning to the Lu family, and he has already figured out some of the relationships. Special, just want to stay out of it.

The most powerful disciples of the Lu family this year are the twins Lu Cheng and Lu Ze. Sometimes they don't even pay attention to the direct descendants. It is not difficult to see from the attitude towards Lu Jianglin. Lu Wanfeng never concealed his disgust.

At present, Ling Qiuyu is the favorite of the twins, and he will avoid it if he can. The matter of Lu Qiao has given him a huge enough blow.

But he also has things that he can't figure out, such as parents and elder brother.

Lu Yuan was extremely strict with Lu Wanfeng, he was not stingy with lessons and punishments, which could even be considered harsh in the eyes of outsiders, but Lu Wanfeng knew that his father also had a gentle side to him, and occasionally he would give a few compliments.

As for her mother, Yin Xiao, she made no secret of her rejection of herself, and could even be said to be disgusted. She didn't bother to insult herself with some harsh words, and she never treated her poorly in terms of food and clothing, but her cold eyes always made Lu Wan feel uncomfortable. Feng felt that he could not lift his head up in front of her.

The eldest brother is the mother's own son, but his temper is not as impatient as his father's, nor as indifferent as his mother's. His appearance is similar to that of his temper. He should understand that it is difficult for him to do the job, but those moist and calm eyes are still incomprehensible.

So compared to the twins whose thoughts are written all over their faces, Lu Wanfeng is more unable to understand his brother's thoughts. It goes without saying that Ling Qiuyu is cute, but his appearance really does not tell whether he has the same thoughts as the twins. , In any case, they are more reluctant to offend.

So you still have to think carefully about what you say, especially when you are stared at by your brother.

Seeing that Lu Wanfeng was not in high spirits, and he didn't raise his eyes to look at himself, Ling Yun felt a little nervous, and asked, "Are you mad at me because of things in class? The Ling family has always strictly enforced discipline. If I I didn't control my tone well...then I apologize to you."

Hearing this, Lu Jianglin's eyes that were originally looking at his younger brother suddenly turned away, and he frowned slightly.

Lu Wanfeng was startled, and hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, "No, I'm not angry, I was thinking that the dignified chief disciple, Qin Chuhan, was absent today..."

Qin Chuhan's punishment was only known to a few Ling family members. After all, whether it was the reason for the punishment or the fact that there were a large number of foreign guests at this time, the less people who knew about such a shameful thing, the better.

Therefore, when talking about this matter, Lu Wanfeng inevitably felt a little guilty. In other people's eyes, he was often reprimanded by Qin Chuhan in class, and it was too late to hide. What kind of thing did he suddenly care about.

But Ling Yun knew about it, so he explained it for others, "Eldest brother is not feeling well, and he is taking leave today to rest at Lianwu Peak."

Lu Wanfeng said in a daze, "Oh...are you uncomfortable? I need to rest more."

Ling Yun still thought he was weird, but he couldn't put it into words. Suddenly, a cold wind hit his face, almost messing up his hair. He brushed it back, smelling the coolness of the air, and looking at the sky, the thick clouds were faintly gray There is a sign that the hot sun just now is slowly being blocked by the temperature.

She thought about it, and said to the two of them: "There may be a heavy snow in a few hours, remember to cover it thickly at night, and don't catch cold."

Lu Wanfeng promised again and again, but he didn't really listen to it. He was full of thoughts: "Is he tired and sick? Counting it, he hasn't rested for two days. It's so cold in the evening drum and morning clock...it's all my fault."

"Second Brother," Lu Jianglin suddenly called out, pulling back Lu Wanfeng's thoughts, the frowning brows had calmed down, "You haven't had a good rest these two days, go back quickly."

"Ah, yes, yes, then you talk, I'll go first."

It just so happened that his mind was not here, and when he reached this step, he almost ran away when the wind was blowing under his feet.