Red plums reflect youth

"Ziqing, today the old master asked me to copy the book, please. The skinny monkey is urging me!"

There was a mischievous smile on the boy's handsome face. It was the 15-year-old Liu Qiaoyang.

"It's fighting crickets, or watching a monkey show~~ Lai Pi, you want me to imitate your handwriting again." Ziqing glared at him: "If you don't have anything to exchange this time, don't ask me for it."

He stared at Qiao Yang coldly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.At the age of 13, he is already handsome, well-behaved and sensible.

At this time, little Qiaosheng ran over, dancing and shouting: "Brother, where are you going to play, take me there, take me there."

"It's broken!" Seeing Qiao Sheng running over, Qiao Yang jumped up and down and ran away.

Ziqing could only vaguely hear Qiao Yang's last words, "I leave it to you."

Xiao Qiaosheng watched his brother run away eagerly, woke up his nose, and burst into tears, and rubbed his nose and tears on Ziqing.

At times like this, Ziqing would always pat Qiao Sheng gently: "Don't cry, don't cry, brother will take you to hide and seek."

Little Qiaosheng opened his watery eyes wide, with a few tears still hanging on his face, looked at Ziqing, and giggled: "Well, I still want to listen to my brother's storytelling. Brother Ziqing is the best, and Qiao Yang is a big brother." Badass!"

Mrs. Liu in the hall saw the whole situation thoroughly, with a joyful face and a sweet heart.With these three sons here, this house is really lively.

But how to help Qiao Yang fool his father with homework in the future, I have to think about it~

At dinner time, Qiao Yang hadn't come back yet.

Liu Ruzheng glared at Mrs. Liu angrily. Mrs. Liu picked up the juan handkerchief and covered her mouth, squinting her eyes and laughing.

Liu Ruzheng glanced at Ziqing, and Ziqing hurriedly lowered his head and picked up a piece of meat for Xiao Qiaosheng: "Come on, I'm tired from playing, eat more."

Liu Ruzheng glanced at Qiao Sheng again, Qiao Sheng just chewed the meat and muttered, "It's delicious, it's delicious."

Liu Ruzheng had no choice but to "hum".

The eldest son was stubborn, wandering around all day long and never going home until midnight.

But... Liu Ruzheng was thinking that she was probably like this when she was young, uh... it might as well be as good as her son's writing. (Of course Ziqing helped write it.) So occasionally I would teach him a lesson, but most of the time I just turned a blind eye and closed my eyes.

Qiao Yang, a ghostly spirit, had already known his father's heart, so he became even more unscrupulous.

This day, he followed the example of those dudes and went to Qingcheng Pavilion to listen to music and drink.

Speaking of Qingcheng Pavilion, everyone in Pingyang City knows it.

There are beauties singing, playing the piano, and dancing here... However, if you want to regard it as a place where those yingyingyanyans sing obscene songs in Fireworks and Willow Lane, you will be very wrong.

In the Qingcheng Pavilion, Qu'er is a masterpiece of literati, the piano is the tune of Yangchun Baixue, and the dance is a wonderful performance.The people who come and go here are all literati and elegant guests, or arty prodigal sons.

Reciting poems and composing pairs, drinking and having fun, watching dances and enjoying music, it's so lively.

However, in this world, where there are beauties, there are many right and wrong, not to mention a beauties like Qingcheng Pavilion.

It's just that the boss here must have some background, so, at most, there will be a little bit of jealousy in this Qingcheng Pavilion, but there is no big mess.

Forgot to say one thing.

The owner of Qingcheng Pavilion is the most beautiful woman in Pingyang City, Miss Yu Xuefei.

12 years ago, a dance called "Phoenix Flying Nine Heavens" amazed everyone in the city.

But, for some reason, Yu Xuefei no longer dances even a single dance~

"It's boring. Why don't you go to Mingxiang Street? What's the use of putting on a show here?" After taking two sips of wine, the thin monkey pursed his lips.The thin monkey's real name is Luo Rujing, the posthumous son of Mr. Luo.This Luo family used to be considered a big family in Pingyang City, but in recent years, it has shown signs of decline.

"Hey, don't you just miss Xiaoru's sister from Yanyulou~ But let me tell you, Xiaoru's waist is not as thin as Xiaolian's." Xu Changming made fun of him. Li practiced martial arts with his father, and fooled around with Liu Qiaoyang and Luo Rujing in private.

"You two are worthless!" Liu Qiaoyang gave them a playful look, then turned to look at the dancer Pianpian on the stage, shaking her head in tune with the tune, as if she was very intoxicated.In fact... he doesn't know how to appreciate these qin tunes, but the tune reminds him of the tune that Xiaoyun hummed softly in the Yanyu Tower that day, and when he thinks of Xiaoyun's fair and tender face, his heart drifts away.