Glued up by my father's nemesis

During the lunch break, although the study hall had prepared meals, most of these aristocratic family members were unwilling to let it go. Faberhan and his party, who had been suffocating all morning, dragged Qi Jingsi to the nearby restaurant.

Qi Jingsi was sleepy, so she languidly refused.

He changed back to his previous lazy posture and fell asleep in the empty Yiyu Pavilion with his eyes closed, his mind was full of the piece of rice paper falling at his feet.

A few laughing footsteps came from outside the corridor, and the sound of continuous rain fell in his ears, which was inexplicably clearer and more pleasing to the ear than the pipa song of the No. 1 prostitute in Beijing.

The drizzle was invisible, and the idle flowers fell silent.

He frowned slightly, and with his eyes closed, he seemed to be able to see the hazy drizzle in Beijing's early spring——

The young man in green shirt walked in the rain, his robe was wet, and his eyes were hazier than the rain.

He rubbed his finger against the piece of rice paper he picked up on the ground, and his index finger happened to touch the verse that made his heart tremble until he couldn't calm down now——

Brewing wine with pine flowers, brewing tea with spring water, and cooking a bowl of human fireworks.

The wind wrinkles the water, the spring embraces Lanshan, and sleeps on a crescent moon.

Pei County is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is backed by Lanshan Mountain and surrounded by rivers on three sides. It is gently embraced by Peishui.

That is Qi Jingsi's hometown, where he was born and raised for 17 years.

There is still a person who brought him up in that mountain and river, and that is the only thin shoulder he can trust and rely on in the past 17 years.

Lin Yu embraced him like water embraced Lanshan——

Gentle, tolerant, but also firm.

Almost his entire childhood.

The place he could only go back to in his dream suddenly appeared on Yan Fei's piece of rice paper with his familiar handwriting, making him lose his mind.

The two people in the corridor were still talking about the homework that the teacher taught in the morning, suddenly the minibus paused, and Yan Fei followed the direction and saw the person who was leaning lazily on the back of the chair.

"Xueyou not going to eat?" Yan Fei pulled up his robe and stepped over the threshold, walking to Qi Jingsi's table, "Today there are few people in the dining room, so the cook packed the leftover radish cakes for us, just in line with the current situation season."

He took out an oiled paper bag from his sleeve pocket, "Xueyou, would you like a cushion?"

When Qi Jingsi opened her eyes, she saw Yan Fei standing beside her with her head bowed, her big round eyes in the mist bent into a crescent moon among the clouds, filled with the spring spirit of the entire city of Beijing.

He didn't like poetry and books since he was a child. Although he was detained by Lin Yu in the school all these years, he never really put any thought into it.

At that time, he didn't know what it means to meet for the first time in life, and to look at it for thousands of years; he just felt that at this moment, Yan Fei's downcast eyes and smiles were exactly the same as Lin Yu's tenderness, which made him unable to move his eyes away.

He didn't answer, but subconsciously covered the touching rice paper on the table with his sleeves.

Yan Fei looked at Qi Jingsi's slightly flustered movements, and his smile faded slightly. He lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes covered the crescent moon in the pool of clouds.

"I can't see it from such a distance." He said softly.

Qi Jingsi sat up from the back of the chair in embarrassment, and finally opened the greased paper bag on the table with hands that had no place to rest.

"My name is Yan Fei." Yan Fei raised his head and pointed to the minibus under the corridor, "Standing at the door is my younger brother, Yan Yi; what do you call Xueyou?"

The movements of Qi Jingsi's hands paused, and it took a while before he came back to his senses and answered three words: "Qi Jingsi."

"The two sons take a boat to enjoy the scenery. I hope that I will think of my son and raise it in the center." Yan Fei slightly nodded, "It comes from "The Book of Songs·Bei Feng", it is a good name."

He smiled lightly, "The one who named Mr. Qi must be a very gentle person."

Qi Jingsi didn't like poetry and books. This was the first time he knew the origin of his name, and Lin Yu had never mentioned it before.

He may not understand the meaning of the poem, but Lin Yu is indeed a very gentle person.

So is Yan Fei.

So Qi Jingsi became even more confused.

"There are still people waiting for me in the restaurant." He calmed down his flustered breathing, and put the rice paper under the sleeve of his robe into his sleeve, "Stop accompanying me."

After all, he got up and escaped from the spring rain that filled the room.

In such a distance, Yan Fei's eyesight is only enough to see a little awkwardness in Qi Jingsi's movements, but he can't clearly see the turmoil in his deep eyebrows and eyes.

*****

In order to study purely, Yulin Academy was purposely built on a secluded mountain in the outskirts of Beijing City, and the nearby restaurants are incomparable to Heyi Tower.

When Qi Jingsi approached Faberhan and his party, a group of teenagers had already put down their chopsticks in a lack of interest.

He considered himself a good drinker, and regardless of his homework in the afternoon, he ordered a jug of wine and drank it himself.

"Bah!" Chang Haoxuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, then spit it out like his mouth was burning, and threw it out together with the cup, "Is this tea also for people?"

"Brother Haoxuan, bear with it." Faberhan persuaded, "This is already the best restaurant in this circle."

"Unlucky!" Chang Haoxuan rubbed the tea stains off his lips with his thumb, "A little blind man brought a beggar to be our classmate, so I knew nothing good would happen!"

"Hey, brother Haoxuan." A young man at the table came up and asked, "I see that Yan Fei has big eyebrows and big eyes, but I can't tell from his actions that he is blind?"

"It's not totally blind." Chang Haoxuan showed a playful smile, "I don't know how much money Yan Fei spent in Heyi Tower all these years to cure him into what he is now. He couldn't see anything when he was a child, and he didn't even go to school If people are willing to accept it, his father can only spend enough money to ask someone to teach at home..."

At that time, the Crane Tower was not as beautiful as it is today. Yan Fei was young and had no one to take care of him. Except for the time when his husband was teaching, he would sit behind the desk of the Crane Tower and read books every day.

Up and down the restaurant, you can see a small and thin child holding a book seriously, with the tip of his nose almost touching the paper, but Yan Fei just likes to read, and he can sit quietly like this for a whole day.

So everyone made fun of him, the son of the owner of Heyi Tower is a blind man who has read books.

Chang Haoxuan spoke vividly, and from time to time imitated the appearance of Yan Fei's eyes being buried in the book, which caused laughter in the small Accord.

At first Faberhan laughed and quarreled with everyone, but gradually he felt a chill behind his back.

He turned around suddenly, and was surprised that there was still a person in Ya Ge with cold eyes.

Although Qi Jingsi hangs out with Faberhan and others all day long, she is always in a sluggish mood, and she is in a sluggish state, which inevitably looks abrupt in the crowd.

What puzzled Faberhan even more was Qi Jingsi's unpredictable temperament.

Faberhan grew up in the Hou's Mansion, and saw a lot of women fighting each other. Although he was used to looking at people's faces, he was a child who grew up under the protection of the old Hou Ye. Although he had the arrogance of a wealthy family, he was still A kind of innocence that doesn't know the world.

He looked at Qi Jingsi's face, and gently tugged on Chang Haoxuan's sleeve, but Chang Haoxuan was leaning forward and backward with joy, but he didn't feel it.

It wasn't until the wine cup in Qi Jingsi's hand touched Chang Haoxuan's hair on the temples that the splashed tiles sharply cut through the noise in the room in the Accord.

He didn't even bother to walk around to Chang Haoxuan's side, he just raised his hand and overturned the round table in the pavilion.

The leftovers were spilled all over the floor, and the dishes and tea cups were broken into pieces.

The inside of the pavilion was as silent as night, except for the frightening "creak" sound of Qi Jingsi's boot soles rolling over the broken tiles.

He has never been a gentle and tolerant person. In Beijing City, he restrained his temper and tried his best to keep the water in his heart calm, but when a spring rain fell outside the window, everything was disturbed after all.

Whether it is Lin Yu or Yan Fei, they are just a little different from others; whether it is Lin Yu or Yan Fei, that difference has never hindered others.

Qi Jingsi couldn't figure it out, whether it was Lin Yu or Yan Fei, what did they do wrong, they would be stared at.

"It seems that my trip was unlucky."

With a soft "creak", the door of the Accord was pushed open from the outside.

The man outside the door is wearing a purple round-neck gown with dark patterns. There is a seam at the knee, which is called a horizontal yoke.

Qi Jingsi turned his face to look at the person coming at the door, he didn't know that he had entered the capital not long ago, but there are all officials' children in this elegant pavilion, although he may not know who came, but he can recognize at a glance that this is the official uniform of the second-rank civil servant of the imperial court.

The person who came was none other than Dr. Guanglu, the second-rank official of the imperial court, Xiazi Yueyun Chang Yuzhi, who was well-known as one of the two sages in the capital.

The author has something to say: a little tipps: familiar handwriting.It has appeared twice, this foreshadowing is very important!In case you forgot... Can anyone guess?There is still some time to reveal the secret, you can try it, I will send a big red envelope!

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You can't see the wet clothes in the drizzle, and you can't hear the idle flowers falling to the ground.From "Bie Yan Shi Yuan" [Author] Liu Changqing Tang