Mythical First Love Handbook

Yang Yi lowered his head and bit the flesh into his mouth with Si Shaoliu's hand.The palms are itchy and hot.

"Is it sweet?" Si Shaoliu asked him with a smile.

Yang Yi didn't taste anything yet, so he quickly replied: "Very sweet."

"Then I'll peel it for you to eat. It's not good if it's slower, but more will make perfect." Si Shaoliu squeezed the chestnut shell, "If you have time, why don't you teach me how to be with you?" It seems that the peeling is fast and good."

Yang Yipin said that he coaxed himself to be happy, but he didn't realize the deeper meaning.

"I'll peel it." Yang Yi held his hand and took out the chestnuts, "Uncle peeled them for you to eat. Tell my uncle if you want to eat."

Si Shaoliu almost blurted out his whole life, but fortunately he changed his words temporarily: "Do you treat people like this outside?"

Yang Yi smiled: "I was outside, and some people rushed to bring me tea and water. But my uncle just likes to peel chestnuts for Zhao Zhao. You are my only little nephew. Although you are not related by blood, my uncle is I really like you."

At this time, Yang Yi took it for granted that he liked it, without any guilt.

Si Yuanzhao was not like him.

He had a guilty conscience, but said very sincerely: "I like you too."

Although one likes, not the other.

Yang Yi was drunk again.It seems to be a really difficult thing to do.The Empress Zeng came to the door again, and there were other strangers who were decent people in suits and leather shoes or long gowns.

Yang Yi never talked about these things in front of Si Shaoliu.Si Shao Reuben didn't ask any more questions.In fact, he could vaguely guess it, but he couldn't help Yang Yi.He is eager to grow up, but it seems that he can't help Yang Yi more than painting.

Drunk, dreaming and dying, swallowing clouds and spitting fog.I would rather live in a dream than take a sober look at this world.

And those who are awake, want to suck the blood of others more to nourish their own wealth.

On the day when the Heavenly Court collapsed, all the monsters on the line between human and sky also disappeared.

You see, immortals are immortals made by humans.Demons seem to be demons born from humans.

What is good is human, and what is evil is also human.It depends on whether you yearn for light or for darkness.The gods fell to the ground, and the demons also came to the world.You have to choose for yourself which way to go in the future.

Si Shaoliu could see through.But he was in the Yang Mansion, so he had to shrink his wings and hang his head.

He can only paint.

Yang Yi is on the go, sometimes not coming back for half a month.He was alone in the study, and he painted Yang Yi, Yang Yi who was sitting, Yang Yi who was standing, Yang Yi who was smiling at him, and Yang Yi who was drunk.

Only in this way, only when painting him, can he settle down his restless heart.Don't think too much about anything, ask too much about anything, and do nothing too much.

As long as you think about Yang Yi, who said he was willing to peel sugar-fried chestnuts for him for a lifetime, it's all worth it.

Hmm... Although in this life, he added it without authorization.

On the day Yang Yi came back, the autumn wind blew away the fallen leaves, and the courtyard was bare.Si Shaoliu hid in the study room, with his back to the door, and was covered with an old robe, which was specially worn when painting oil paintings.So that the clothes are not stained with various ideas.

Yang Yi approached quietly, wanting to surprise his photo, but accidentally saw the person in the painting.

In the half-person-high painting, the starry sky, trees, flowers and plants each have their own style, but there is only one protagonist who is favored by thousands of stars——Yang Yi.

Yang Yi knew that Si Shaoliu loved painting, knew that he was good at painting portraits, and even knew that Si Shaoliu could paint himself, and had seen himself paint.But it was the first time that he saw himself in Si Shaoliu's painting, which was about to be completed.

The bright stars are his foil.

The luxuriant branches and leaves are his foil.

The beauty and fragrance are his foil.

The sun, the moon, the stars, the heavens and the earth, and the myriad landscapes all became the foil for Yang Yi in Si Shaoliu's pen.It seems that the wind, flowers, snow and moon, all kinds of scenery, can't compare with a Yang Yi that makes him concentrate and draw his attention.

Yang Yi forgot his exhaustion, his irritating lawsuits, and even his soul in time and space. He only heard something break out of its shell, and it was huge in an instant.

Yang Yi stared blankly at Si Shaoliu, and Si Shaoliu stared at the person in the painting.

The setting sun leaked into the study room through the window, dim and warm, treating everything under the light equally, outlined in gold, and lightly dyed by warm light.It's like another light and warm oil painting.

Yang Yi couldn't help but took two steps forward, put his hands on the back of the chair, bent down, and approached his photo.He didn't know what he wanted to do, but his body was already approaching from his heart.Perhaps, he just simply wanted to get close to his photo and touch his sweetheart.

Although, he didn't know yet, it turned out that it was his sweetheart.

"The painting is really good." Yang Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the side face of Si Yuanzhao who was close at hand. Under the light, Yang Yi could clearly see Si Shaoliu's fair skin and fine down.It was such a small piece of skin, but it made Yang Yi bewitched, and he was stunned. Fortunately, his mouth received the command in advance, and he finished what he was going to say, "Can you give it to me?"

Si Shaoliu was taken aback by Yang Yi's sudden appearance, but the next moment his expression was filled with joy, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy: "Yang Yang, you are back."

Si Shaoliu turned his head, Yang Yi retreated a little subconsciously, before he had time to regret anything, he heard the phrase "come back", to Yang Yi, it was like the sound of nature.For a moment, Yang Yi felt hot, soft and itchy in his heart, which was really outrageous.

In a low voice, his gentle words were hard to express, and said: "I'm back. I've been out for a long time, but Zhao Zhao misses my uncle?"

Si Shaoliu became more and more familiar with him, and at this moment he was only shy for a moment, and then replied: "Thinking about it."

Yang Yi felt satisfied.It's really strange, just these two words made him feel full of excitement.It seems that a long-cherished wish of a thousand years has been fulfilled.

He turned around and borrowed Si Shaoliu's pen and paper, his mind was empty, but he wrote quickly. He wrote it in two or three times, stacked it up, and then sent it to Si Shaoliu: "Uncle, can you exchange this photo for this painting?" ?”

Yang Yi likes it, let alone a painting, so why not give him all of them.But Si Shaoliu also wanted the words written by Yang Yi.So he took the rice paper stacked up by Yang Yi and said, "It's not finished yet, but it's already yours."

Yang Yi was overjoyed. Seeing that Si Shaoliu was about to unwrap the rice paper impatiently, he hurriedly stopped him: "Wait a minute. Don't look."

What's the point.Give it away, but don't let people look at it.Si Shaoliu obediently stopped, and looked at Yang Yi in confusion.

Yang Yi coughed uncomfortably: "It's not well written, it's a mess. You, don't joke. Uncle is a soldier, not as proficient in writing as you are. Cough cough, just look at it for yourself."

It turns out that you can't look in front of him.Si Shaoliu held the thin rice paper and met Yang Yi and looked at him. Both of them were in a daze, unable to move away and unwilling to move away. In the chest, it seems that it has been separated from the chest, and it no longer belongs to itself.

In the end, Jiang Zeting came in to break the deadlock.There is no way, Yang Yi still has a banquet to attend in the evening, which is extremely important, and this trouble is also involved.

Yang Yi told Si Shaoliu that he might not be able to come back at night, so don't wait.Si Shaoliu agreed.After Yang Yi left, he didn't know if he was affected by the atmosphere just now. When he opened the rice paper, Si Shaoliu felt anxious and curious.

Four lines of characters, twenty characters, with silver hooks painted on iron.

"The mother-in-law is half holding the snow, and the osmanthus is a ray of light.

In the place of spring and autumn, Qingning shines. "

It turned out to be a poem.

If you show it to the teacher, he will be scolded to death.How to scold, probably, shit doesn't make sense.There is no theory of antithesis and neatness, let alone the theory of central thought.

After reading a poem, he couldn't even understand what he wanted to express.It's not that shit doesn't make sense.

Si Shaoliu smiled lightly, and stroked Yang Yi's handwriting: "What do you mean? I can't even understand it. Whirling..." Si Shaoliu pondered for a moment, but still didn't understand, "It's the leaves whirling. Posuo is still the Posuo of the Posuo world in Buddhism. Guipo refers to the moon. Then Posuo should also be a noun... half a handful of snow in the world, or a ray of light from the moon?"

"Chun get autumn sleep... Chun get autumn sleep..." Si Shaoliu finished his dinner, washed up, and prepared to rest in his room.But lying on the bed, his mind was still full of Yang Yi's unclear poems, which would be scolded by Wenquxing as unworthy of being called poems.

He got up again, turned on the light, and lay on the window of the room thinking hard, puzzled.He looked out of the window, and the night wind was whistling, making a "chacha" sound on the withered autumn leaves.

It's autumn now.

Si Shao rested his chin on the folded arms, and blew the cold wind for a while in a daze, thinking, it will still be spring when it comes.Half a year has passed.

So "Qing Ning takes a picture".

According to……

Which one is the word "photo".

The "photo" of Zhaoshui Linchuan is still... the "photo" of Si Yuanzhao.

Si Shaoliu was in a daze, and suddenly felt that he seemed to understand, but at the same time felt that he didn't understand so well.

He couldn't help thinking that Yang Li's poems were really bad, and he had read so many books for nothing.

Eh, yes.Although Yang Li reads books, it is not poetry and songs, but more military books, history books, travel notes and miscellaneous books.That is, there is no collection of poems by famous poets in all dynasties.

So, he thought silently in his heart again, in this way, Yang Li is very good.I didn't even learn it, so I wrote poems for him.

Si Shaoliu was in a trance, and without knowing what Yang Li was thinking, he had already subconsciously moved towards the answer he wanted.

He was chanting silently, the mother-in-law holding half a handful of snow, and a ray of light in the soul of cassia...

it's over...

can not fall asleep……

Si Yuanzhao knocked his head on his arm, and recited the poem over and over again in his heart, and finally he became Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang...

He chanted this name countless times, and laughed as he chanted it.He didn't know why he was so happy in his heart, he was quite satisfied and felt a sense of completeness in life.Why?

Obviously, the mountains and rivers are so vast, he hasn't gone to see them yet.

Obviously, he has a sweetheart, but he can't make this sweetheart like him too.

Obviously, he is a man, but he is trapped in a corner, no one knows that he understands his will, and there is no way out.

However, I am still satisfied.It seems that no matter how much he asks for, he can't make him feel regretful and difficult.Obviously, life is still long, but it seems to have come to an end, extremely complete.

It was only then that Si Shaoliu discovered that he had fallen in love with Yang Yi unconsciously.

Unbelievable, but of course.

Yang Yi, a person who really knew Si Shaoliu.He gave Si Shaoliu the freedom and the right to fly. He is treating a weak person with no bones with equality and even appreciation, even if he is a god of war.Once upon a time, the number one God of War.

Obtaining him is the greatest fulfillment in Si Shaoliu's life.