Green Luan Banquet

Although he promised his father to apologize to Yan Xiu, he didn't know how to apologize. After all, Young Master Shen never admitted his mistakes a few times since he was a child.After much deliberation, I felt that I should at least bring a gift.

Naturally, it would not work to just take something there, he searched for a long time in his room, and finally found something suitable.

Shen Qingyan sneaked in outside Yan Xiu's study.

Looking out from the window in Yan Xiu’s study, you can see a small water pavilion bypassing the corridor, and many flowers and trees are planted all year round beside the mahogany corridor bridge. There are also a few plum blossoms in front of his window, and there is often a cold fragrance of plum blossoms in winter .Yan Xiu was standing in front of the desk, holding a brush, practicing calligraphy.

Yan Xiu frowned, his slightly lowered eyes covered his eyes, from the side, his expression was less indifferent, his whole person was delicate and indifferent, just like an elegant green bamboo, Shen Qingyan suddenly remembered that he had once read a sentence to Mr. Poetry, "The sound of autumn bamboo, the cold color of Wuling pine".

He was lying on the window sill, looking a little dazed for a while.

Yan Xiu continued to write a few words, but his brows became tighter and tighter. He stopped suddenly, dipped his left hand holding the pen with ink, and began to practice silently again.

Wait, left hand?

Shen Qingyan, who was lying on the window, rubbed her eyes and confirmed again.That's right, the man's right hand was still injured, so naturally he couldn't write.

"Didn't the master exempt you from practicing calligraphy? Why are you still writing?"

After Yan Xiu was able to get out of bed, he went back to school to attend classes. At that time, he could not move his right hand, so the teacher exempted him from the practice of writing.If it was Shen Qingyan, I don't know how happy he would be, but Yan Xiu came to the school early every day, and returned to his study in the Shen Mansion early after school, no different from usual.Teenagers love to play by nature, but Yan Xiu doesn't seem to have such a nature.

Yan Xiu glanced at him sideways, did not speak, and continued.

"Hello!" Shen Qingyan waited impatiently, and turned in through the window.

Yan Xiu glanced at the gauze tied on his right hand, and said, "Practice handwriting for peace of mind."

Shen Qingyan was taken aback, and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Yan Xiu glanced at him, then turned his head to practice calligraphy, but did not answer his question.

Seeing that Yan Xiu ignored him, Shen Qingyan ran over to read his handwriting by himself. He originally thought that the handwriting written by this guy's left hand must be extremely ugly, and he would laugh at him after reading it.

Yan Xiu wrote very slowly, because he was not very proficient, he wrote every stroke carefully, which seemed a bit awkward, but compared to the chicken-like handwriting of Young Master Shen, it was much neater.

Young Master Shen had nothing to say, and a feeling of sadness and grievance suddenly appeared in his heart. Since this guy came, he was not as good as him in everything, and his hand was injured, and his handwriting could be better than him.

He suddenly became angry and pressed Yan Xiu's hand, "I want to write too!"

The boy's eyes were round and round, and even his cheeks were bulging into balls, frowning like a ball, Yan Xiu looked at him, and suddenly remembered his adoptive father and said, "Ah Xiu, from now on you will treat the Green Banquet as My brother."

Brother... Yan Xiu lowered his eyes, put down his pen after a while, and gave up his position to Shen Qingyan.

In the evening, Shen Qingyan, who had been practicing calligraphy for an entire afternoon, finally put down his pen. Yan Xiuxiu was reading a book on the soft bed beside him. His right arm was wrapped in gauze and hung around his neck. He was holding the book in his left hand. His shoulders were straight and his eyes were on the book. Look at it seriously, he is only a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, but his demeanor is calm and introverted, his handsome appearance makes people look at him, and they feel close to him.

Shen Qingyan suddenly felt a little hot on his face. It's strange, I didn't realize that this guy looks so good-looking before.

Shen Qingyan stood in front of the case and hesitated for a while, finally took out something from the sachet on his waist, and walked to Yan Xiu.

"I'm giving this to you. Treat it as an apology." It was a piece of high-quality jasper. The quality of the jade was transparent and delicate, and the tentacles were warm. With the faintly flowing warm luster, one can tell that it is not an ordinary object at a glance.

Yan Xiu's gaze shifted from the book to Shen Qingyan's hands, the young man's fingers were long, his joints were not protruding, his complexion was fair, showing a kind of pampered beauty, just like him.

He held the jade pendant carefully in the palm of his hand, and brought it closer to Yan Xiu's eyes.

"Actually, I didn't blame you." Yan Xiu put down the book and looked up at him, "I...I can't accept it."

"You can take it if you want." Shen Qingyan pulled his hand involuntarily, and stuffed the piece of jade into Yan Xiu's hand.