Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

"I seem to have time-traveled. When I traveled to this dungeon a few years ago, I also met the two young masters of the Lin family," Yu Lansong admitted honestly.

He Yi half-jokingly said, "Huh? Clearing up the plan is so kind, I'm afraid we can't figure out the story line, so why don't we send you back to experience it?"

Fearing that he would not believe it, Yu Lansong hurriedly said, "It's true, I saw Young Master Lin when I was a child."

Yan Su stood aside, not disbelieving him, but nodded in a leisurely manner, and asked him, "Did you get any clues?"

Yu Lansong, "..."

"I don't know if it counts as a clue..."

He told the two of them everything he saw, and kept some of them.

After listening to what he said, He Yi rubbed his chin, "According to what you said, the relationship between Eldest Young Master Lin and Young Master Lin is not good, so it is possible that Young Master Lin was killed by Young Master Lin."

"Impossible, he won't kill."

It may be that Yu Lansong's tone of excuse for Young Master Lin was too hasty and too fast, He Yi immediately noticed the abnormality, narrowed his eyes, "Why are you so sure?"

"I think Young Master Lin is a good man," Yu Lansong hesitated for a moment, then whispered.

He Yi came up and looked at him intently, "Why don't you think I'm a good person? What did he do to you to make you believe him so much?"

Yu Lansong unconsciously grabbed the quilt with her fingers, "I just feel..."

"He's turned into a ghost, yet you actually speak for a ghost," He Yi said angrily, "I think everyone looks like a good person according to your personality. If you bully you, you can say that others didn't do it on purpose."

He came to a conclusion, "Idiot."

Yu Lansong, "..." I bear it.

He didn't want to talk to He Yi anymore, so he turned around and asked Yan Su, who looked more serious and reliable, "Is there really a ghost in that yard? How could I go back to the time before?"

Yan Su pushed his glasses, "The undissipated resentment in that yard is very deep, and a huge magnetic field has been formed. It is not impossible to travel through time and space. After all, nothing that happens here can be solved by science."

Yu Lansong thought for a while and asked, "I want to go to the yard again, can I?"

He Yi curled his lips, "Why, you and Master Lin are still in love, and you want to catch up on the old days?"

Yan Su was much easier to talk to than him, and not only nodded in agreement, but also made a suggestion, "You just woke up, and your physical condition is not good, why don't you rest for one night and go see it tomorrow."

Yu Lansong agreed. Now his limbs are weak and his head is dizzy, and he can barely get up from the bed.

Mr. Lin came to visit and was very happy to see Yu Lansong woke up. He told Yan Su that he had something to discuss with him. Yan Su asked Yu Lansong to take a good rest, and went to the front hall with He Yi to meet Mr. Lin. It's time for business.

After everyone left, Yu Lansong was alone in the room, threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, stepping on the wooden floor with his feet without socks. He squatted down and dragged out a large wooden box from under the bed with great effort.

This should be what Young Master Lin left behind, but unfortunately the wooden box was locked, and Yu Lansong didn't know where the key was.

A wisp of black mist came out of the box, wrapped around Yu Lansong's arm, and stuck to him intimately.

Ever since Yu Lansong knew that this thing had its own consciousness and had no intention of hurting him, he became much more courageous and began to try to communicate with it, "Can you help open the box?"

The black mist rubbed against Yu Lansong's body like a coquettish dog asking for welfare, and when he was satisfied, he slowly slipped into the keyhole. After a while, there was a click, and the lock broke.

Yu Lansong held his breath, feeling that he was about to reveal some secret, and carefully opened the wooden box.

There is nothing special in the box, but it is full of books, each of which is well preserved, and spices are added to prevent moisture and insects, and there is a fragrance as soon as it is opened.

Every one of them was seen by Yu Lansong on Young Master Lin's desk.

He took out a book and opened it, and made some notes on it, in the handwriting of Young Master Lin, very delicate and beautiful.

Yu Lansong suddenly remembered that Young Master Lin had said that all the treasures in this wooden box were his.

From this point of view, Young Master Lin didn't hate his brother as much as he imagined, but kept his brother's relics and carefully collected them.

Yu Lansong rearranged the books neatly and put them back, lying on the bed in a daze.

He waited for a long time, but Yan Su and the others did not come, but the faceless paper man npc found him.

Mr. Lin left and came back, rubbing his hands in embarrassment, "Old man, I have an unfeeling request. My youngest son loves to listen to operas since he was a child. Could you please learn a section from Mr. Liyuan and sing it to him personally? It should be his last wish."

Yu Lansong, "..."

If he remembers correctly, what Young Master Lin hated the most since he was a child was going to Liyuan to listen to operas. He often complained to Yu Lansong that it was noisy, but Mrs. Lin loved to listen, so she would drag him along every time. go.

I don't know whether Mr. Lin really doesn't understand his son, or he wants to bring young master Lin back to life.

Just as Yu Lansong wanted to remind him tactfully, the system suddenly ding-dong, [System suggestion: After the player accepts the npc's quest, it will be more conducive to the advancement of the plot. 】

Yu Lansong, "Then... that's fine," it was obvious that he didn't want the young master to rest in peace.

Fortunately, the young master's temper improved a lot when he grew up. If he was a child, he would have thrown the entire Lin Mansion over.

"That's great," Mr. Lin's tone was full of gratitude, "I invited the best opera teacher in Xiyuan for you. He taught the top players in Xiyuan, and he will come to the house tomorrow."

After the npc left contentedly, Yu Lansong said to himself to the black mist that was still wrapped around his waist, "Kunqu opera should be popular here, I don't know if it's difficult or not."

Moreover, Mr. Lin repeatedly emphasized that he is the best gentleman, so he always has a bad feeling.

The next day, when Yan Su and He Yi approached him, Yu Lansong helplessly spread his hands at them, "I can't go to the courtyard with you anymore, Mr. Lin asked me to learn to sing."

He also asked his servants to remind him early in the morning to tidy up before going to see the teacher. He said that the teacher is very strict and doesn't like people who are late and slovenly.

Yan Su and He Yi went to the small courtyard to discuss the situation, while Yu Lansong went to the front hall to meet the teacher alone.

At the entrance of the front hall, I heard her voice before I saw her. The woman's voice was as mellow as a nightingale. Although I couldn't understand the song Yu Lansong, I prayed silently in my heart, don't be a faceless paper man again.

Preferably a beautiful and gentle big sister, he thought shyly.

Walking into the front hall, Yu Lansong didn't see a beautiful woman, but only saw a long-haired man leaning against the door, wearing a blue shirt, not a faceless paper npc, but rather feminine and beautiful, with a pair of tops Picking fox eyes.

The most beautiful thing is that posture, which most people can't learn, standing upright, very charming, as elegant as a bamboo.

Yu Lansong, "..." He was overthinking the plan. Except for Lu Hanxiao, he has never been matched with a beautiful woman player until now. They are all men. How can there be a gentle and beautiful big sister? Woohoo, it doesn't exist at all. .

When the man saw him, he looked critically up and down, "You're late."

Yu Lansong has been in this dungeon for a long time, and he no longer has any sense of time. The man said he was late, but he didn't dare to reply, so he could only apologize obediently, "I'm sorry."

The man waved his hand impatiently, "I don't need to say anything else, it's impossible for you to learn in ten days what others have learned in ten years, so you just follow along and don't embarrass me too much." .”

Yu Lansong, "...Yes."

"My name is Zhang Shiyin. You can just call me Mr. Zhang. You are going to the West Garden with me now. There is a shortage of manpower there. You mainly go to see it today, understand?"

Zhang Shiyin kept his word and had a strong personality. He didn't even ask Yu Lansong for his opinion, but just pulled his sleeves and left.

Zhang Shiyin took him to the West Garden, threw him to a beautiful woman, and said, "This is the young master of the Lin family who came to learn opera, take good care of him", and the man disappeared.

What Zhang Shiyin said was to let them teach him some basic things, but the woman obviously misunderstood it.

The woman covered her mouth and replied with a smile, took Yu Lansong's hand, and pulled Yu Lansong, who was still a little dazed, into the garden.

The young woman's red lips were as seductive as roses, and she touched Yu Lansong's face with her callused hands, "What a beautiful young master, why is the family willing to let you out to suffer?"

Yu Lansong's earlobes were red, "Sister, I only study for ten days."

"You can't learn this skill in ten days, but..." The woman stopped suddenly at the door, pushed him lightly, and pushed him gently into the room, followed by herself, "We will teach you well of."

As soon as Yu Lansong fell into the room, someone grabbed his waist.

This is the place where actors usually put on their makeup and rest. Now it is before going on stage, and many people are putting on makeup.

The woman with makeup on only half of her face was tall and beautiful, but her chest was a bit flat, and her fingers raised his chin, "What do you want to learn, young master, let my sister teach you, okay?"

Yu Lansong was a little dizzy from the fragrance of the powder, and always felt that something was wrong, why are women so strong...

He replied subconsciously, "...I don't know."

He only felt the hands touching his face, all the way down to his chest, and someone pinched his waist. At first he tried to resist, but soon lost his strength.

Actors all like beautiful things, especially this young master, who is even more stunningly beautiful. While tugging, someone got a little oil paint on his hand and smeared it on the corner of the young master's eyes.

The originally plain face was dyed bright, like a ghost in a storybook.Zhang Shiyin was busy until the evening before he thought of leaving the young master of the Lin family to hang out in the backyard all day.

This kind of young master with a good background is not easy to deal with, so Zhang Shiyin wanted to grind him down with a cold attitude, and all the disciples under him had very weird tempers.

But Zhang Shiyin also knew that he couldn't do things too much.

It was already dark when he came back, and the yard was brightly lit. Before he could go in, the door was knocked open, and the young master who was smiling at him during the day stumbled out, his tone flustered and pitiful, "Sister , this really doesn’t work.”

He didn't notice someone outside, so he bumped into it head-on, Zhang Shi's voice was very loud, he took two steps back when he hit him, and supported the person.

Yu Lansong raised her head pitifully between his arms, her almond-shaped eyes were stained with red oil paint, and her mouth was smeared with something, making it moist.

It looked like she was being teased miserably, but it was different from Zhang Shiyin's imagination.

Zhang Shiyin frowned with willow-like eyebrows, "What's going on."