Invitation

The better days are coming, and this time the problem is with me.

I'm hypocritical, I'm sick, I'm like a mentally ill person, I call home a dozen times a day when I'm at work, and send a message on WeChat every half an hour, just to hear Yunyu's voice, to confirm—you Does it need to be confirmed, but I have to confirm that he is at home. I tried to restrain myself from this stupid behavior like being full, but found that it was not possible. I couldn’t hear Yunyu’s voice for two hours I was flustered, and then I started to think wildly and uncontrollably. I know that my messy thoughts are all unfounded worries and nonsense, but I just can't control myself. It's useless for me to chat a few words, but my frequent phone calls finally caught the attention of my boss. He gave me a scolding, and finally said, "No matter what you do, you can't delay work." When I came back from being scolded with drooping eyebrows, a colleague next to me leaned over and asked me, "What's the reason? What's the matter with you these days?"

I don't want to say, "Nothing."

He was also very gossip, and said relentlessly, "What's the matter? Did something happen at home?"

I didn't want to talk, so I waved my hand.

He yelled at me with his shoulder: "Tell me, everyone cares about you."

I thought about it, and I didn't know how to say this, so I started to close my eyes and said blindly: "My aunt has dementia and can't be alone. My cousin is on a business trip these days and entrusted her to me. Is it right?" Don't worry about her, I have to make a call after a while."

My aunt has epilepsy, she is smart when she is not ill, and her body is still very strong. If she hears this, she will kill me if she has epilepsy. She will come to my door and take a size 42 slipper sole to smack my face in size 38.

My colleague frowned: "The old lady's disease is not curable, how long do I have to stay at your house?"

I don't know how soon my problem will be cured, so I guessed it and said, "A week or so."

Come on, I understand what my boss means by saying "work can't be delayed". This week, if he has nothing to do, he will say "Xiaobai, please do this", "Xiaobai, please do that", for fear that I will have less work.

This is the case during the day, and it will be better when I go home at night, but no matter how much physical exertion I have before going to bed, I can’t sleep well. Frequent nightmares make me wake up countless times in the middle of the night. Those haunting nightmares are mixed. They are intertwined, but they are all so realistic that it makes people desperate. After waking up, they still can't recover for a long time.

I woke up again last night with a fright.I could hear myself yelling "Yunyu" out of breath, and then I sat up suddenly.

Yunyu followed me sleepily and sat up, rubbed her eyes and put the quilt on me, hugged me, patted my back and smoothed my hair, resting her chin on my shoulder, he kissed me On my face, the voice was still hoarse and lazy, he whispered: "Okay, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

I said nothing, and wrapped my arms around his neck like a shipwreck survivor hugs a piece of driftwood.

He is very warm, the fabric of the pajamas is soft and clean, with the fragrance of laundry detergent and the unique warm smell after being heated by the body temperature of the person in the bed, I gradually calmed down in his arms, he kept patting me gently, and slightly Shaking and making those "hmmmm" noises that come with trying to lull a child to sleep is childish but miraculously effective, and I've always been able to wriggle out of my horrific nightmares in no time.

I shook my head, wiped my face, and said, "It's okay baby."

He said, "Having a nightmare again?"

I said, "Ah." Then I patted him, "Okay, I'm fine, go to sleep."

I couldn’t see his expression clearly in the dark, he didn’t say anything, after lying down, he tucked me up, hugged me from behind, kissed my hair, and said in a low voice: “Go to sleep, I'm here."

I hummed, and two hours later, I found out sadly that I seemed to be fucking insomnia again.

No way, three months of drug sleep aid made me dependent on sleeping pills, not much, but after stopping the drug all of a sudden, it is always easy to suffer from insomnia. I dare not tell Yunyu about my insomnia. Last time I When the stomach problem happened again, I saw that he was so distressed that the whole person was not in the right state. I am a young man in his twenties. When I was fighting in the war in my previous life, I was the one who had my stomach stretched out and didn’t make a sound. Like a crispy-skinned beauty lamp that can fall down when the wind blows, even if I'm Thanos, in his eyes, I'm still a purple potato that's afraid of melting.But it was too uncomfortable to lie with my eyes open. I turned over sneakily, and tiptoed out of bed again. I got into the medicine box under the TV cabinet, planning to take a sleeping pill to sleep, when I opened the button of the medicine box, I heard a faint voice behind me: "What are you doing?"

I was so startled that the hair on the back of my neck was sticking up, and I turned around to find Yunyu standing behind me, Baoxiang looking at me solemnly.

I smiled embarrassingly, and quietly pushed the medicine box back, thinking that there is no difference between how this person behaves like a ghost and a man, and there is no sound when he walks: "That's right, I can't sleep, just get up and take a stroll."

Yunyu sighed and said, "Don't take medicine if you can't sleep, I'll warm up milk for you."

I want to say no, that thing doesn’t work well, he has already turned around and went to the kitchen, found a small milk pot from under the cupboard, poured some milk into it, turned on a low heat and boiled it slowly, I was surprised Looking at the delicate and brand new little milk pot: "When did our family have this little thing?"

Yunyu took a milk powder spoon and put sugar into the pot little by little without looking up: "I bought it."

I leaned against the door frame and said, "It's pretty cute."

Yunyu smiled, he was always very quiet when he did this kind of thing, he looked good-looking, quiet, like a fairy in the fireworks in the world.

God of Cookery.

I was in a daze, God of Cookery snatched away the cigarette I had put to my mouth: "Don't smoke."

I was about to break down: "Bao, let's quit smoking, it has to be done step by step, you can't pay back two packs a day two days ago, and then stop giving one at a time, in this way...people will...problem ..."

I finished the second half of the sentence in a hoarse voice as if I was dying, and plopped down on the dining table, Yunyu didn't turn her head back: "What's wrong?"

I said, "Baizhou is mad because he doesn't smoke."

Yunyu laughed out loud, and I sat up and pulled his sleeve: "Just one."

He said, "No."

I frantically shook my shoulders at him: "One by one, just one."

Yunyu said, "No."

I sighed, and sat back: "Okay, I have to live a long life with you, and I won't smoke if I don't smoke."

Yunyu smiled and sat across from me. I shook his hand and looked at the blue-purple flames of the gas stove in a daze. He was silent for a while and said, "What's wrong with you?"

I knew what he was saying was that I was not in the right state during this time, so I thought about it and said, "It's hysteria, I don't know what's going on."

He frowned slightly and said nothing. I said, "Don't worry, why don't I see a psychiatrist?"

Yunyu nodded and said that I would accompany you, then stood up and turned off the fire, poured the milk into a bowl and handed it to me, I sipped the milk, and actually vaguely understood what was going on with me.

In fact, Yunyu's departure had a much greater impact on me than I had imagined. Even if a piece of meat left a hole, let alone the fact that he was wiped out in my arms, it hurt me so deeply that Yunyu After coming back for such a long time, my subconscious mind still hasn't come out of fear and grief.

My situation should be PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder. I have done some understanding of this by chance before, but I don’t know how to treat this disease. After all, I am not a psychiatrist.

So seeing a psychiatrist was on the agenda.The doctor I made an appointment with was an old lady with a very kind face and kind eyes. The chair in the consultation room was very comfortable and soft, and she was very eager to talk when she sat there. I came in with Yunyu, and I sat down and introduced to her: "This is my lover, Is it convenient to listen here?"

The old lady smiled: "Yes."

I sat there and babbled for almost an hour, processing the previous experience with realism, and even talked about my abnormal anxiety during this period. I don’t know why the old lady was talking Always laughing, an old lady who looks so professional actually has such a low point of laughter, which made me feel like I was spending money to talk about cross talk. After I finished speaking, I sighed: "What are you doing? I'm getting depressed."

The old lady shook her head very gently and said: "Basically, we ruled out depression. Your performance...is not in line with the symptoms of depression."

The old lady and Yunyu looked at each other, then at me, and said, "Our preliminary judgment is mild PTSD."

really.

Yunyu said: "...what?"

She explained softly: "Post-traumatic stress disorder is generally a sequela caused by a huge psychological trauma. The general manifestations are anxiety, inability to concentrate, and frequent nightmares of recurring scenes. Combined with your experience , basically it can be judged to be mild PTSD."

I could feel that Yunyu's hands tightened when she heard the words "huge psychological trauma". I quickly patted him and said, "I think I can do another rescue."

The old lady pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Don't worry, I personally think you are more optimistic, young man, and your symptoms are relatively mild. At present, the most important thing is the company of your lover, and you can use anti-anxiety drugs to help. I don’t think it’s necessary, you’re not there yet, relatively stable company will make you recover faster, so don’t worry.”

Yunyu asked: "Is it enough to be with you?"

She nodded: "Stable, long-term companionship."

On the way home, Yunyu was thinking all the time. I walked side by side with him and heard him muttering in a low voice: "After the trauma..."

I said: "Post-traumatic stress disorder, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's mild, it will be fine after a while, don't worry, ah."

He didn't speak, but shook his head, wondering what he was thinking about.

When I finally knew what he was going to do, it scared me so much.

A few days after that, I was washing the dishes in the kitchen after dinner, and I just put the bowls and chopsticks in the cupboard after draining the water. I turned around and saw this man's expression of bitterness and hatred, that little expression of concern for the country and the people, I thought he was watching some serious CCTV documentary, but when I walked over to watch it, the hostesses in the variety show all laughed out loud. They didn’t watch the TV screen at all. They were reading there. I stretched out my head and glanced at it. , what kind of psychology book, he saw me coming, he slapped the sofa and said, "Sit here."

My heart was flabbergasted: "Why are you so serious..."

Yunyu didn't say anything, and took out a long box and handed it to me. The box was very delicate and elegant, with a sense of being old-fashioned. I took it for no apparent reason and opened it, only to find that the inside of the box was lined with red velvet. In the middle is a dagger, green and green, like a piece of ice.

I said: "...Fish Intestine Sword?"

His seriousness made me even more nervous. I was afraid that he would first hand me a fish intestine sword, and then take out a glass of poisoned wine in his left hand and a strip of white silk in his right hand, saying that I found out that you secretly smoked on the balcony. You can choose one of these three, I tremblingly asked: "What are you doing?"

He said: "I am the sword spirit of Yuchangjian now, and my soul depends on it. I will try my best to be by your side in the future, but when it is really beyond my power, you hold it as if I am with you." Same as around."

I didn't understand what it meant: "Then if I call it, will it agree?"

He said, "You try."

I was quite curious: "Hey," I called out to the sword, "Daughter-in-law!"

Yunyu: "...Don't call me that, call me by my name."

Me: "Oh." After thinking for a while, I said, "It's too stupid to call your name in front of a sword in front of you, isn't it... hey, Yunyu, Yun Biru, do you dare to agree to me calling you?" ?”

The sword suddenly let out a buzzing sound.

...it dares.

I was happy: "Yo, you're still chirping with me—babe, you should chirp too."

Yunyu made no objection, shook her head with a smile, and said, "The Fish Intestine Sword has given me at most 60 years of longevity. During these 60 years, I will remain in this world for a day, and the connection with it will not be broken. You hold it can feel it.”

He said and shook my hand.

Holding the sword, I said emotionally, "That's great...by the way, what if the controlled knives cannot pass the security check?"

Yunyu: "...let's check it in."

The two of us looked at each other, and after a while, we laughed together.

It was a long time after that, when I had almost recovered, I learned from Qin Feng that the bones of the ghost, the sword of the sword spirit, the knife of the sword spirit, and the inner alchemy of the demon are all life-threatening things. Crisp to me.

When we asked him, we had just finished dinner, and he was cleaning the exhaust hood of the range hood with his back to me. Hearing this, he smiled and said lightly, "It's nothing, I know you will take good care of it."

I said: "You should tell me that this thing is so important, so I won't bring it to work. From tomorrow onwards, it must be provided to the family. It is such an important thing."

He shook his head and said, "No need. You were supposed to take it with you."

I said I……"

Yunyu turned around and leaned on the operating table, smiled and waved her hands, and said, "I can't see your place, and it's my private wish to have it accompany you."

I didn't say anything, and kissed him for a long, sweet kiss in the kitchen filled with the smell of dish soap and cooking fumes.I know my lover is telling me in his own way that he is here and will never disappear again.

The story can probably come to an end here, but life must go on, day by day, the wound will always heal, waiting for us is a long and short second half of life, it is like a winding road, the end of the road It is the common end point of two people. Although it is sometimes tortuous and bumpy, it is always worth looking forward to.

In the following decades, like countless ordinary loving couples in the world, we accompanied each other and relied on each other, gradually kneading the two into one. I went shopping with him and secretly went to the dark movie theater with him. Kissing, getting sweaty at the hot pot restaurant with him, staying in bed with him in winter because of the warmth of the quilt, bickering with him occasionally and always being in love with him, enjoying the occasional surprises with him, I also face the inevitable storms together with him, clasping fingers with him in trivial daily necessities, and lingering with him in fiery love, what things are rubbed off, and what things slowly fade away Settling down, lying in the depths of the song-like years, together with our breathing and heartbeat, quietly watching the long stream of water.

Many, many years later, this meandering path finally came to an end. At that time, we were all old and crooked old men. Standing side by side at the end of this life, I seem to be able to see that they are two young people who have experienced all kinds of troubles. People, their eyebrows and eyes are the same, one is gentle and handsome, the other is uninhibited but a little silly, they hold hands side by side, walked through the sun and wind and rain, and finally walked all the way with a smile, their heads dyed white by the long years.

Finish.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry that the final chapter of the main text is a bit difficult to write, so I delayed it.

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☆, extra one (one)

The legend will come to an end, life is still going on, the rest is mediocre food, rice, oil, salt, wives and children, hot kang, Xiaolongnv has to know that she has to pay for buns when she goes out of the mountains, and she has to eat fireworks when she enters the world of mortals.After I completed the ID card for Yunyu and settled down, I started looking for a job for him. In fact, he is such a person, a typical traditional Chinese intellectual in ancient China. Wen also went through his hands. In the first year of Wu Tai's first year, he had just dealt with Gaodi, and his promotion to the censor was just around the corner. If there was no such thing, maybe the historians would keep him. I couldn't move an inch, so I traveled all over the city, and after a month of busy work, I finally found something similar—teaching calligraphy in an institution.

The institution is quite large and formal, and the teachers are paid well. His words are amazing, and they quickly agreed.Yunyu has no objections, but I feel a little pity.His handwriting is beautiful, soft and solid, he can write both regular script and cursive script, official script and small seal script, and even pen script. Teaching Chinese characters always makes me feel that a bright pearl is overkill.In my heart, Luoyang Yunlang should deserve better, and it is best for everyone to see his light.

When I pouted and told him about it, he smiled, shook his head and said, "You also said that I am a dross of feudal tradition..."

I sighed and prompted him: "Living fossil."

He nodded: "I'm too far behind the times."

I said: "The classics will last forever."

He smiled and said nothing.

I squeezed his face: "No, honey, you are too vengeful, I have said this sooner or later, I almost don't remember it myself, hey, do you have a small book, I will tell you You can write whatever you want, and one day Bai Zhou will say that I am a living fossil of the dross of feudal tradition, hold grudges, and sooner or later will blow his brains away."

He burst out laughing, and stuffed a piece of dragon fruit into my mouth, and I pressed the top of his head with a mouthful of fruit in my mouth and yelled: "I press this button, and you will become a silly cat!"

The TV program was playing there, and we laughed and laughed on the sofa.

I can see that Yunyu still doesn't quite adapt to this society, but he is working hard to integrate into it. He is still not used to wearing short sleeves and trousers. He always frowns slightly, but doesn't say anything, and goes on his own. I cut my hair short, and I was shocked when I went home. He saw that my reaction was not right, and asked a little nervously, "...doesn't it look good?"

I hurriedly said: "Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking people have good-looking hairstyles, I just..." I walked over to hug him, touched the back of his head, feeling a little complicated, "Would it be a little hard work?"

He hugged me with one hand, and stroked his shortened hair with the other, and said softly, "No. I can't always be a person who doesn't fit in with the world."

With short hair, he is like an ancient book in hardcover and hard leather, but with a modern shell, the moon-like temperament in his bones is still the same, and his short hair complements his white jade face more delicately, and his already picturesque eyebrows are even more delicate. Sometimes with a quick glance, there is a bit of bright meaning.

A beauty of this level, regardless of gender, is a person who can wreak havoc on the world.I really don’t want to let him go out, so I’ll just keep him at home as an offering. It’s okay to tear up the fan for him, and it’s okay to play with the princes for him, even if I let me entertain my relatives in colorful clothes.

But that's all I can think about myself.After all, Yunyu is a man. A thousand years ago, he longed for self-cultivation, governing his family, governing the country and the world, and it is impossible for him to be willing to be raised at home 1000 years later.He has a gentle and gentle personality, and is very considerate of me, but I know that he is not the little girl who washes my hands and makes soup for me all my life, and I can't bear to treat him like that.

Besides, to put it bluntly, although Qin Feng didn't care what I want, we still owe him 20 yuan. Working hard and being social animals, after all, we not only have to make ends meet, but also have to save money.

Afterwards, things went pretty smoothly, but Yunyu has two shifts at night, and she can't get home until after eight o'clock, and the rest of the shifts are on Saturdays and Sundays, so I may have to deal with the problem of dinner on weekends It's solved, I have no problem, I bought the vegetables and came back to clean up. When he came back, I finished the meal and waited for him in the kitchen while playing with my mobile phone. Looking at the corner of the porch, staring at me for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.

I said, "What are you smirking at, come over for dinner."

He looked at it for a while, came over to wash his hands, tilted his head and pursed his lips at me, his eyes were bright, and he said, "So that's how it feels."

His voice was very soft, and his tone was very joyful, like a child who was suddenly stuffed with a handful of candy.

I smiled, and felt warm in my heart: "Then I will cook on weekends from now on."

He said: "No need, what do you want to eat? Buy the vegetables, pick them up, cut them up, and put them away. Just wait for me to come back."

I said: "Why, whoever has time can do this thing, you are so tired just after get off work."

He shook his head, picked up a chopstick and ate it. I raised my ears and looked at him: "How is it? Is it much better than the last time I made Yuanxiao?"

To be honest, the last time he ate something I made was more than 1000 years ago. It looked like a floor, I took a chopstick and tasted it: "It's a bit salty...it's definitely not as good as yours, but it's okay, I think."

He swallowed what was in his mouth, smiled at me, and said, "I'll do it next time."

Me: "...Why, no, you have to give newcomers a chance to grow up, right?"

He ate with crooked eyebrows, didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to pinch my face.

Now that I think about it, the memories about the kitchen are always full of lovely fireworks, about firewood, rice, oil and salt, about one vegetable and one meal, about the warmth and touch of all the daily life, and also hide the beautiful thoughts of being a couple for a lifetime in a tired life think.

Later, things developed fairly well, but one day two months later, I suddenly received a WeChat voice from Qin Feng, and the cute voice hahahaha excited me for more than half a minute before saying: "Your man is hot!" Alright! Hurry up, go to No.19 on the Weibo hot search list." Then he started hahaha again.

I had an ominous premonition at the time. I opened the Weibo hot search and saw No.19—well, now it has risen to No.18.

I fuck.

My eyes are black.

What the hell is this.

Hot search list No.18 - "Learn calligraphy sisters (dog head)".

With trembling soul and hands, I clicked on the tag, and found that it was indeed our Yunyu.

What am I saying!

Let me just say that a beauty of his level, no matter if it is a man or a woman, is a person who will bring disaster to the world!

Only the peony is truly national, and the capital moves when the flowers bloom!

The Po owner with the most comments under that tag, the avatar should be a girl, and he posted a few photos, one of which is Yunyu standing on the podium and writing with her wrists hanging, her eyebrows lowered and her eyes lowered, and the projection machine clearly writes his words On the screen hanging on the blackboard, there is a picture of him bending over to write letters for the students, the death angle of the upward shot, the weird light that turns the person into a yin and yang face, and the AV-like high-blurry quality, obviously it is a candid shot , and the psychological quality of the person who took the sneak shot is not very good, but even such a picture is still stunning at first glance and beautiful at second glance. After all, let’s not talk about facial features, this person is standing there from a distance, with a handsome body Root bone is enough to be noticeable.The third picture seems to be that Yunyu found out that she was secretly taking pictures, and she smiled at her, and she seemed to be waving at her to signal her not to take any more pictures. The girl sent the picture with the words: "My brother's calligraphy The teacher is simply a treasure ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The three words 'I can' are a taint to him! I don't deserve to say those three words! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm dead! awsl!"

I was dazzled by her densely packed ahhhhh, so I took a deep breath and clicked on this Weibo comment.

"Sister can't, sister can."

"I want my brother to write on me (see picture)."

I clicked on the picture, and it was a Crayon Shin-chan with her ass pouted.

"Are all the little girls talking so flirtatious nowadays? I, Hong Shixian, can be the first!"

"What happened to the second floor? Has it started again? (See picture)"

The picture is that "Internet is not a land outside the law".

"I can! I can!"

"I'm such a good boy, there really are such boys in real life! This is what Nuwa pinched so hard back then, I cried."

"The word woc! This wrist! This hand! This face! This temperament! Tonight hovering over Shijiazhuang is my passionate cry! I want to know all the information about this man within 10 minutes!"

"Ten minutes up sister."

"Half an hour."

"It's been two hours, and my heart hurts."

……

Yunyu saw me staring at the phone repeatedly, and turned her head to look at me: "What's wrong?"

I looked at him with complicated emotions, and handed him the phone: "You're hot, don't you know?"

He took the phone and glanced down, then looked up at me, with very innocent eyes, "It's none of Xiaoyun's business, Xiaoyun doesn't know" written all over his face.

Me: "...I want my brother to write on me."

He: "...I don't know what's going on."

I squint at him.

He said sincerely, "Really."

I thought about it, and sighed: "Okay, I should give your organization a free advertisement."

Back then in Luoyang, he was well-known in the county, and a piece of beautiful jade would attract attention wherever he put it.This is an era of information inflation. Anyone who sells pork, tofu, or Liangpier can be given the name of Shih Tzu as long as he looks good. The good-looking little brother who was secretly photographed on the subway can become an Internet celebrity, and even more so. Not to mention that Yunyu is so talented and handsome, I actually guessed that he might attract everyone's attention, but I didn't expect him to be searched directly on the rocket, my God, Too able to fight.

But this is also a fast-moving era, the moment that attracts attention will be forgotten again, and Yunyu doesn't want to enter the entertainment industry, so this burst of enthusiasm will be over.That's what I say rationally, but emotionally... how should I put it, I still don't feel like it.

Obviously he belonged to me alone before.I see it alone when I wear white clothes, I see it alone when I wear blue clothes, I see it alone when I have long hair, and I see it alone if I have short hair. How come it turns into a group of little girls shouting "I can" to his photo.

Just holding such sour thoughts that are hard to say, I couldn't hold back that night, I tossed him over and over again, he couldn't kneel a little in the end, I grabbed his waist, and Yunyu's moan was broken : "You have something wrong tonight..."

I kissed his sweaty nape from behind and said, "You are mine."

There was grievance in his voice at first, but he smiled when he heard this, turned his head and kissed my cheek, and said softly, "En."

He kissed me on the lips and said, "I'm yours."

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☆, extra one (two)

I have to admit that I am a very narrow-minded man.

After a not-too-long ideological struggle, holding the complex mentality of "my wife, I have to watch others to take a look" and "Oh, my baby is giving lectures on stage, I haven't seen it before", I didn't Tell Yunyu, and then sneak up in his classroom on Saturday morning.

I finally understood what Yunyu felt when she saw the handkerchief floating out of my arms. Probably love is associated with strong possessiveness and exclusivity. If you have a bad temper, you can tie me up and throw me on the mountain to feed the wolves.

Bah, what to change, I will not change in this life.

Not at all as I expected, sure enough, there were a bunch of people crowded in the back of the classroom, and there were a lot of people in the aisle, and they were kind enough to bring paper and pens. I glanced and found that most of them were young girls.

I sneaked into the classroom with my waist down, and I stood out among a group of young girls in their 40s and a few parents of students in their [-]s. A girl with shawl hair looked at me and moved to the side. I hurriedly whispered After saying thank you, she squeezed over and sat down. The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Your brother is from Weibo?"

I froze for a moment, and glanced at Yunyu who was preparing to write on the podium, wondering if he was willing to be so open about his sexuality—he was so reserved and shy, a person who was ashamed to openly hold my hand in the supermarket at the beginning , I don't know whether he is willing to post such private things as sexuality in such a public place on the Internet.So I thought about it and whispered, "My friend."

The little girl raised her eyebrows and laughed.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this girl's smile is very... kind.

Yunyu had been busy on the podium with her head down all the time before, and now she finally raised her head, and saw me sitting in the corner of the back row at a glance, her eyes widened in confusion and surprise, she stood on the podium and stared at me. Seeing me tilt my head, I gave him a wink, he smiled helplessly and clearly, stopped looking at me, raised his hand and lowered his hand to signal silence amidst the noise, after waiting for a while, I thought he was going to say something , and he said, "Take out your homework."

While he was down and strolling around to check his homework, the girl with shawl hair next to me looked at the characters of Yunyu projected on the screen, and whispered to a red-haired girl beside me: "What kind of regular script is this? I can't quite see it, it's very beautiful, like a face and like a willow."

I said in my heart, I am an expert.

The red-haired girl narrowed her eyes and said, "I don't know too well..."

I added a sentence: "It's not Tang Kai, it's Wei Jin regular script, based on Zhong Yao and Wang Xizhi."

The girl with the shawl hair looked at me in surprise, nodded and said: "Jin regular script is fine, and it has the power to open up the source of Tang Kai. It is indeed more agile to follow the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

I smiled and said that the girl is actually not as mysterious as you said. When the teacher on the stage died in his previous life, Yan Liu was born and there was a Sui Dynasty. He has been flipping through Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan's copybooks at home all day long, and he likes it very much. no.

We didn’t talk anymore after that, the two girls kept typing with their heads down and looking up at people. I quietly looked at my lover on the podium. He was restrained but not dull. He rarely gets distracted, and he is also very serious. The onlookers behind him