Red Mansion Aesthetics Debris Flow

"Your resignation is as good as your letter, everything is safe, brother."

The letter is divided into two pages.

The letter paper on the first page was unfolded. If this was a martial arts article, it could be described as like a knife like a sword, and an invisible sharp fierceness rushed towards the face.

The silver hook painted on iron is full of vigor, and it's nothing more than that.

Yujun gave up his hand, and slowly stroked the dry handwriting with his fingertips.There was a slight trance in his eyes, and he outlined in his mind the image of standing upright against the light, with a soft light all over his body.

Oh, he's probably a little taller than then, maybe a little thinner?

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When the longing in a person's heart cannot be comforted, he will fall into a sweet fantasy.

At that time, he was "lodging" in the Lin family incognito. There were a few times, and he was suppressed and smashed the Four Books and Five Classics all day long. No matter how good-tempered Lin Zhanyang was, he was still a bit of an artist.He hasn't thought about his serious styling design for a few days, hasn't touched a brush and needlework for a few days, but has been tossing about "studying hard" and "working hard" all day. How can he hold back?

Do not perish in silence, just erupt in silence.

Lin Zhanyang would definitely not choose to perish, so he chose a way to vent——

He ran out of the house angrily, looking at the ordinary bluestone slabs outside the house, he could just break a branch and dance wildly.

What kind of scene was that?It seemed that the moonlight in the entire night sky was shining for him alone, and even the flying hair carried a sharp and penetrating chill.

Yu Junci was not willing to interrupt such a scene, he endured his pounding heart, and stood in place for a long time, until he felt that the aura around Lin Zhanyang was no longer so frenzied and irritable, he interrupted him abruptly:

"Zhanyang? What are you doing?"

At this time, Lin Zhanyang would act like a child who was caught sneaking around and doing bad things, fighting with hands and feet and standing up quickly with a guilty conscience.

A child who can't lie can be coaxed out of his troubles by his "big brother" in less than a cup of tea.

Then Yu Junci, who is both civil and military, would chuckle and suggest that he come and see if there is anything he can do to help.

I also don't know that Lord Lin Ruhai Lin, who only wanted to put pressure on Lin Zhanyang so as not to get involved with the "Lord Zhongshun", if he knew that in the many nights that followed, "Situ Lang" would use the name of "remedial lessons" to successfully erect in Lin Zhanyang's heart. Without an indestructible sense of trust, what would you think?

This character was only started to be practiced at that time. Yu Junci personally taught the curving hook, and every stroke of the stroke revealed a familiar breath.

Yu Junci is now touching the stiff paper, and his palm seems to recall the delicate texture it felt when it was covered in Lin Zhanyang's hand.

But the same way of writing abruptly exposed the completely different temperaments of the two.

Zhan Qiuhui and Lin Ruhai joined forces, but they couldn't make Lin Zhanyang's writing less sharp.Based on this, Yu Junci can be proud of it.

On the second page, as expected, it was instantly sloppy and casual, the opposite of the previous page.If it is read by ordinary literati, I am afraid that they will be so angry that they will recite it without any skeleton!

Yu Junci stared at the messy brush strokes, and could almost imagine the child lying on the bedside, yawning after excitedly finishing the writing.

I don't know how many times Yang Yang practiced the fierce and arrogant eleven words just now.Yu Junci thought with a smile.

In fact, this is a tacit understanding between the two who did not know when:

You see, I didn't dare to slack off after you left.

At this time, Yu Junci's heart will be full of joyful pampering and pampering:

Just because the person he was facing was himself, Lin Zhanyang didn't have to hide his sharpness at all, and because he was facing himself, he could simply confide in his heart casually.

The only value of those handwriting is only because of the content of his creator's narration, not how correct and beautiful it is.

However, the content on the second page caught Yu Junci a little off guard. '

Lin Zhanyang said in a cheerful and expectant tone, Zhan Qiu gave him an excellent foundation, and the rigid teaching in the government school was even stricter than Zhan Qiu. He was bored and not good at learning, and he had already made up his mind , I'm going to participate in the Qiuwei in a few months.

"If it goes well, I will be able to see Brother Yu in autumn!"

Here Lin Zhanyang also specially used labels to emphasize his joy.This vertical plus dot mark is very familiar to Yu Junci now.

So...you are going to see Yang Yang all of a sudden?

"For such a big event, the people who were placed in Yangzhou to look after them all died? There is no news at all!"

After realizing it, Yu Junci immediately became restless.

Lu Cheng looked at these big characters piercing through the back of the paper, and broke out in a cold sweat. Even if his spine was poked and his mouth was broken, the master had never been so obviously angry!

"Master, calm down. This subordinate is going to examine the person in charge of the Jiangnan side. If the younger ones find out that someone has tampered with it, they must look good."

Is it really boring and crooked?Does the person who is held on the tip of the master's heart dare to move?

Those of them who have been guards in the past few years have been watching, how can they not know what the master is thinking?That young master who patrols the salt censor's family is worried even if he puts a hundred eyeballs on it.

After all, Yu Junci is not what it used to be. Although he doubts it, his self-control has become stronger after all. By the time he arrived at Liuren Garden, he could no longer see any strange expression on his face.

Even when he got off the carriage, brushed off the non-existent dust on his robe, and looked up at the plaque hanging high, he was still thinking that Yang Yang was really his nemesis.

For the visit to Liuren Garden before, he always had some emotional ups and downs in his heart.Now that he was in a hurry to send a letter, he aroused a lot of anger...

Instead, he calmed down.

Even so, there is a foul-smelling beast locked inside.

"Is this the tree falling and the monkeys scattered, or Zhang Yuan, you are busy with your affairs, but Gu Gu is almost impatient to wait."

Yu Junci paused when he stepped into the door, his eyes were slightly cold, and the corners of his lips slowly opened a mocking and strange arc.

That's right, you are a noble and unparalleled prince, when will you be allowed to wait for others!

It's a pity that the past has passed after all.

……

In Yangzhou Fuxue, the early summer showers and the first break, Guan Ying's singing is wet and slippery.

Reflecting on the washed plantains, Lin Zhanyang calmly raised his wrist and wrote.

And on the long embankment outside the pavilion, more than ten steps away, his nominal classmates gathered in a crowd, laughing and praising each other from time to time, flattering each other.As the sun got higher and higher, these students who leaned on the embankment and chanted the remaining snow on the broken bridge to the bright light of early summer gradually lost their leisurely and suave attitude at the beginning.

Waiting to see Lin Zhanyang monopolizing the pavilion in the middle of the lake, with tiles on the top to shade the sun, and a maid moving her dexterous fingers underneath, and after a while, she peeled off a plate of crystal clear grapes, and put them moistly in the fruit plate. with...

This is too bullying!

"Hmph, it's a pity that Mr. Yu Shi has a weak son, and now there is a disaster of doves occupying the magpie's nest, which makes people sigh."

Not only someone in the crowd suddenly made a sound.

The author has something to say: Q: How thick is Xiao Ci’s filter on Yang Yang.

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Tucao nonsense, my Taobao id is Meng JJ, I went to a temporary courier today, I didn’t have a pick-up code, I had to look for it, the delivery was confirmed several times, what is my name, I insisted on reciting the recipient’s name aloud in public )

After searching around for a while: "Oh, you can just say Ding Ding! I wonder why you girl is... forget it and take it away."

I:"……"

Ding you ballball!What are you thinking about!