i have a sword fairy

As for those upright gentlemen and modest Confucian scholars in the same sect, Zhu Yourong felt that it is not appropriate to get along too close, as casual as water is enough, the distance is just right.

It's not because she thinks they are hypocritical and rigid, on the contrary, Zhu Yourong actually respects these fellow students very much.

It's because...it's not interesting enough.

If you insist on asking Zhu Yourong, what is interesting in her eyes.

In fact, many people have asked her this question openly and secretly. Of course, it is another way of saying it.

For example, she once brewed tea with a Confucian gentleman in a well-known place far and wide, and when Zhu Yourong was about to get up to leave, this gentleman with a reputation for good temper suddenly said:

"Brother Wei Rui, why do you enjoy mountains but not water?"

Zhu Yourong knew that these problems were essentially the same.

If it happens that the clouds are clear and the wind is light, the view is wide and the scenery is just right, she likes to point to a row of green hills in the distance and say with a smile:

The unevenness is interesting, the unevenness of the green hills is charming, and if they are uniform, no matter how steep and majestic the green hills are, they will still be dull and boring, making her unwilling to visit them.

And if the interest fades, Zhu Yourong will also pick up a pen and 'draw' a few words on the paper, and then point to these words with huge differences in size with eyebrows and eyes, and say something seriously.

'That's the fun'.

However, although Zhu Yourong has no feelings for elegant gentlemen, her own disciple who likes to be straight-faced seems to like to deal with straight-faced gentlemen. Instead, she is now her temporary husband who asks her to dig a hole and bury the ruler in front of her. Men, don't like it.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yourong smiled.

I don't think there's anything wrong, her family Xuanji is actually very cute.

As for Zhu Yourong's reason for making Zhao Rong's senses black, of course it's because...

This is her family's disciple, no matter what, she feels good, this kind of double standard, Zhu Yourong is justified.

It is estimated that if Zhao Rong heard it, he would nod his head and sincerely agree with the sentence "you are old, you have the right to say".

All, say a thousand, say ten thousand.

For Zhu Yourong, the most important thing is the word 'fun'.

For example, at this moment, she feels that calligraphy is the most interesting thing in the world.

Apart from writing, it is also fun to preach and teach.

And like just now, hitting Zhao Ziyu with the board and listening to him gnash his teeth and call out 'teacher' duplicity is a new joy.

and so.

More than a month ago, under the early sun at noon, when I saw Zhao Rong's characters for the first time.

Heart trembling.

Half a month ago, at an unnamed intersection when I was going to Lanzhoudu for class, I met Zhao Rong who called himself "Lin Wenruo".

She tried her best to suppress her smile and sullen her face.

Also, Zhu Yourong has thought of Zhao Rong's expressionless face and panicked steps after being caught off guard by her time and time again.

No matter what she is doing at hand, she will suddenly smile, or mutter a few words, and continue to work with a smile on her face;

Or stop the movement, prop your chin, and stare blankly for a while, with your lips curled up even more.

Even not long ago, when Zhu Yourong was writing by the west window, she noticed the flickering light and shadow and frowned and looked up, and then his face bathed in the morning light came into view.

The surprise that suddenly blooms in an ordinary life and... the little panic that the woman's privacy is fully seen by him.

All of these, in this woman who likes to wear Confucian shirts but only wears a small bellyband instead of a cloth corset, the feeling in Fang's heart, and the feeling in aftertaste, she feels that she will never Insufficient and outsider.

Therefore, Jing Zi and the others still don't know about these "fun" in ordinary life in Zhu Yourong's eyes, but think... Mister is too fast.

And these days, when Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong got along for a while.

Some strange tacit understandings for no reason.

Or when everyone is present, he and she look at each other heartily in the crowd, raise their heads, and look at each other.

Or some small actions and details of each other, only the other party can see through at a glance, she blushed, he pursed his thin lips, but the others were still puzzled, and they didn't even notice it at all.

Or just after Jingzi closed the door and ran away, the two looked at each other silently, but the silence was louder than the words. She knew he was angry, and she also knew roughly what kind of anger it was. It wasn't that the anger was hit, but that she didn't. Aloud to explain the misunderstanding to the little girl.

Zhu Yourong knew it all, and she also knew that Ziyu knew it too, the two of them were connected together like a lake in their hearts, the lake was pouring, the height was the same, the surface of the lake was shimmering, the same wave of light was spread flat, and the same smear of color flowed.

Know your heart without words.

At the desk by the west window, a woman in Confucian shirt was in a trance.

It turns out that this is a bosom friend who has a tacit understanding. As long as I bite my lip and give it a glance, as long as I roll up my sleeves and write a word, as long as I lower my eyebrows and don't say a word, he can see that my heart is clear, but...

At this time, Zhu Yourong was bending over, lowering his head and eyes, facing the table case, as if he was seriously reading the words that Zhao Rong was writing on the table.

But at a certain moment, she blinked her eyes again, as if regaining consciousness slightly, with willow eyes, she couldn't help but glance at the focused expression of the man beside her.

It's just that this guy seems a little different from what I imagined. Sometimes he is not serious at all, and he likes to sneak a peek there; It's even weirder than the bosom friend mentioned in the book, but it also seems... more interesting.

Puchi, he is so stupid.

But the words are really beautiful...

Just when a certain Confucian woman was wandering away because she had found a bosom friend, on the other side of the table, a thin palm quietly stretched out, grabbing an ancient unofficial history book that was casually placed on the table after the owner of the palm entered the door. .

The book in the palm was rolled up.

Then, one lift, one drop.

boom--!

"Ouch!"

The scroll landed on Zhu Yourong's smooth forehead.

After being tapped lightly, a red glow appeared somewhere on a piece of fair skin.

The woman was still secretly laughing at Zhao Rong a second ago, but now she has covered her forehead with her hands and leaned back.

She opened her eyes wide, glaring at Zhao Rong who bowed his head to write, and then seemed to think of something, Liu stared even wider.

Is bosom friend so powerful?The heart is so consonant that even if you don't look at the teacher, you can know that you are giggling!

Without raising his head, Zhao Rong said in a soft voice, "Mr. Zhu, you are peeking at me again!"

I 'again' you big head ghost!

Zhu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zhao Rong, her silver teeth were a little itchy, but then she turned her head away, with a slightly embarrassed expression, just now she was saying that someone was peeping at her, but now...

Zhao Rong still didn't look up, staring at the words written in the pen, kept writing the pen, but nodded with a serious expression.

"Hey, do I look good?"

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Chapter 278 Two confidantes

Sudden.

When Zhao Rong lifted the scroll in his hand again, it fell again in Zhu Yourong's bewilderment.

boom--!

Some dull sounds came from the thick scroll, which was in close contact with her bright and clean forehead exposed by the high temples.

Was attacked again.

The woman in Confucian shirt narrowed her eyes, and the next moment, she grabbed the scroll from Zhao Rong's hand.

Zhao Rong, who was facing her sideways, raised the corner of his mouth, and asked her to take the book without using any force.

Zhu Yourong grabbed the scroll and shook it one foot above Zhao Rong's forehead like a demonstration.

The latter did not dodge.

But in the end, the scroll was still not knocked down to take revenge.

Because he is writing.

Zhu Yourong put down the scroll, propped his chin, looked at him quietly like a cat.

Realizing that the woman next to him had no more text, Zhao Rong raised his head with a slightly surprised expression, glanced at her, and said softly:

"There is no problem with your brushwork. Both the gesture and the stroke are above the standard, but the problem of bad writing still exists. This is likely to be a systemic problem..."

After hearing that her handwriting and pen skills that she had been quite proud of in the past were rated as a passing line by Zhao Rong, it roughly meant that she was so-so.

Zhu Yourong was slightly stunned, and blinked at Zhao Rong, as if there were flowers on his face.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows together, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yourong shook her head hastily, but her eyes, as if suddenly lit up by someone, stared at Zhao Rong brightly.

The Confucian woman was not frustrated by Zhao Rong's moderate evaluation, which made her fall from the cloud of feeling good about herself.

On the contrary, Zhu Yourong was very happy.

the reason is simple.

She is not afraid of going too far, or even going astray.

Zhu Yourong was afraid that there would be no way ahead, it would be a dead end, so he could only stand still and look at the sky from the bottom of the well.

The man in front of her, who was supposed to be her student, told her bluntly, and his existence also showed this point - the scenery in the distance is unique.

That's enough, interesting people and interesting scenes are what Zhu Yourong is looking for.

At this moment, she suddenly frowned, with some puzzled look in her eyes, "Well, Ziyu, what is...systematic?"

Sometimes some words that Zhao Rong popped out of his mouth made her a little puzzled, and it sounded like a dialect of a certain place.

Is it because I read too little?

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "It's the overall meaning. The phenomenon that you can't write well, it should be that something went wrong in a certain link. It's the same type. After I find it, I will give you specific exercises and try to solve it at once. "

He paused for a moment, and then said persuasively, "It's like teaching someone how to fish is worse than teaching someone how to fish."

Zhu Yourong nodded thoughtfully, and said sternly, "You have been taught, Ziyu."

Immediately, she smiled sweetly, holding the scroll in one bare hand and pressing it on her chest, and resting her chin in the other, her sleeves slipped down, revealing her slender wrists, and the woman in Confucian shirt stretched out an index finger, tapping the dimple on her cheek place.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Zhao Rong intently, with a bright light in her eyes, "Ziyu, you know so much, where did you read it?"

Zhao Rong, who bowed his head, said casually, "I had a dream at the beginning of the year, and there was everything in the dream. I learned it there."

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips and smiled, she was quiet for a while, her jade lips parted lightly: "Then Ziyu go back and tell me about this dream in detail?"

Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then smiled like a spring breeze, "Of course, but, I have a story, do you have water?"

Zhu Yourong was taken aback for a moment, then came back, shook his head, and wrote some small complaints on his pretty face, "Today there is only enough for a cup of hot tea, this kind of water...you don't know how hard I worked."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth when he heard the words, but he still swallowed what he wanted to ask, "Then... Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhu, fetch it for me."

The corners of Zhu Yourong's lips curled up, "It's not hard, by the way, just call me Zhu Yourong, the teacher is too natural, Ziyu tell me about that dream."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched lightly, you also know the birthmark, why didn't you see you being so close when you hit me?

He glanced at her and changed the subject.

"Wait a little longer, I'll think about the words you asked before, why I broke them up for you, and explain them in a simple and simple way."

"Ah."

Zhu Yourong uttered a nice light muffled nasal voice, seeing this, she didn't ask any more questions.

After that, she glanced at the scroll that Zhao Rong brought in her hand.

He picked it up casually, put his finger between the pages, flipped it lightly, and pinched it with two fingers, and pulled out a not-thin paper manuscript from the book.

The place where Zhu Yourong is familiar with is the densely packed clear and elegant lower script.

"This is... a book that was sent from the mountain, ready to enter the library?" She opened it with a curious tone.

"En." Zhao Rong responded casually, and will return it to the library later.

Zhu Yourong lowered her gaze to this paper, which should be a draft of her reading experience and suggestions for entering the building. She just felt that just touching these small letters with her eyes was a different kind of enjoyment.

Pleasant to the eye.

"Ziyu, the brushwork is clear and vigorous, and the structure is even and steady..."

She nodded and smiled, and said a few words with emotion, then her voice faded, and she read the content silently.