Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

After the misunderstanding that day, Pei Xiangyun really disappeared with his precious volumes of copybooks, and never bothered Jiang Yi again.

Jiang Yi didn't see that he could live in a good mood for a few more years, happy to be at ease, and beat up the Wusi people around him who were ready to move, and finally got them to retreat to the other side of the river.

Pei Xiangyun recovered quickly from his hand injury, so he went back to the cooking class to help out again.Because he didn't know how to wash and cook, he was assigned to chop vegetables with his superb knife skills.

As soon as Chen San, the cook, came over with firewood, he saw Pei Xiangyun lying on a flat rock, not knowing what he was doing.

It has only been half a year since this immortal was sent to the cooking class from the general's account, and the rumors that were widely spread at that time have long been self-defeating.

At first everyone thought that he was some kind of relative or friend of old general Zhang, who was brought into the army for training, and would leave soon, but they didn't expect this person to stay for half a year.

In recent days, his whereabouts have become more and more strange, always lying on the stone slab, not knowing what to do.

Even though this man had a bad reputation in the army, and some people even saw him having conflicts with Jiang Yi, what Chen San lacked most was curiosity. Pei Xiangyun looked at the stone slab in front of him.

Pei Xiangyun sensed that someone was approaching, so he covered the stone slab with his backhand. After covering it, he realized that his movements seemed a bit abrupt, so he slowly lowered his arms stiffly.

Chen San caught a glimpse of what he was covering, and there was a hint of meaning on his face: "Hey, where is the post from Prime Minister Linjiang?"

Doubt flashed in Pei Xiangyun's eyes, and he looked up at him.

"Don't look at me like that, who doesn't know that Prime Minister Jiang can write well."

Chen San put the vegetable basket aside and said like a treasure: "Prime Minister Jiang is a good person, he writes well, and draws well. He is really a great talent that Dayan has rarely seen for so many years."

Pei Xiangyun blinked and gave a soft "hmm".

Of course he is happy when someone praises Jiang Yi.

It's just that if I heard it in my previous life, I'm afraid there will be a kind of secret pride and secret joy, just because that talented person is his teacher.

Just not now.

Thinking of this, the fire of jealousy in his chest resurfaced and began to eat away at his sanity.

Pei Xiangyun's hand resting on the stone slab moved, and he clasped it into his palm without hesitation.

The nails pierced his palms, bringing a tingling sensation, which cleared his mind instantly.

This is the way he has come up with to control his emotions recently.

Even though he didn't want to use his brain too much, he still figured out something strange about it.

If the tyranny and bloodthirsty and warlike past life can be explained by fighting many battles, why is he so impetuous now?

Pei Xiangyun thought so, and heard Chen San calling him from the side: "Little brother, are you listening?"

He came back to his senses and subconsciously nodded.

"Since you can get Prime Minister Jiang's copybook, you must have a good relationship with him..." Chen San said in a low voice, "Someday you can do my brothers a favor, we ordinary people also want to learn to write some words, so it's easy to write Send the letter back to the family."

Pei Xiangyun was a little uncomfortable with him being so close, so he frowned and moved aside.

Chen San didn't seem to mind his repulsion: "My mother is over 70 years old, and I miss it very much. I haven't been to school, so I count on Prime Minister Jiang to teach me how to read."

"But I'm not familiar with him..." Pei Xiangyun whispered, "We even had arguments."

As in his previous life, he didn't want Jiang Yi to be nice to others, so he froze for a while after saying that.

Now Jiang Yi's only student is not himself, so what position is he insisting on?

Chen San poked him: "It's nothing, Mr. Jiang is such a good person, why would he care about you?"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the vegetable basket, and said worriedly: "Don't forget, just mention it when you have time, and thank you for the brothers first."

Pei Xiangyun didn't reply, nor did he look up at him, he just stared at the stack of scrolls that he had rubbed countless times.

The upper left row is Qingjuan Xingkai. If you don't mention it, some people will think it is the authentic work of a famous historical master.But the characters on the right are crooked like earthworms, which can be regarded as quite unsightly.

Pei Xiangyun reluctantly turned over the previous few pages. Just as he was about to pick up his pen, his head suddenly ached again.

He took a deep breath, reached out and slowly pressed his temples, forcing himself to calm down and stop thinking about those disturbing things.

I don't know why, reading and writing, which is so common in the eyes of others, has become more difficult than reaching the sky for him.

He originally thought that in his previous life, he was playful and didn't want to make progress. As long as he studies hard this time, he will definitely be able to learn well, but now he finds that this is not the case.

It is a habit to get a headache every time I read too much.

But this is what he promised Jiang Yi, Pei Xiangyun thought.

Now that you have promised Master, you must do it.

He took a deep breath, carefully put the roll of copybook away, shook the dust off his body and walked outside.

Today is New Year's Eve, it's rare for the army to lose the chill of the past, and it's a little more festive.

As soon as Pei Xiangyun transferred out of the cooking class, he heard a melodious sound of the piano coming from the school grounds.

He is no stranger to the sound of the piano, he had heard his teacher play it many times in Longxi in his previous life.

But the teacher seemed to have a special liking for the first piece of music, and after such a long time, he could still remember the melody clearly.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the place where the sound of the piano sounded, but he hesitated after taking two steps.

I promised the teacher that I would not bother him.

If he had been in his previous life, he certainly wouldn't have thought so much. If he wanted to go, he would have gone directly, so there was no hesitation.

But after being taught twice by Jiang Yi, even a fool should know what to do and what not to do.

Pei Xiangyun narrowed his eyes, finally slowed down and hid behind a tent, only a few steps away from the person he was thinking about day and night.

Jiang Yi was surrounded by many officers and men of the Yan army. These soldiers had little contact with such elegant things, and they were not familiar with the rhythm.

Pei Xiangyun looked in the shadows where the light could not reach, and suddenly saw himself sitting next to the teacher in his previous life, staring at the people around him, for fear that they would take away the teacher's love for him.

He couldn't help feeling lonely, and when he turned his gaze, he saw a little boy who was no higher than his leg height, who seemed to have noticed that he was standing here, and was trotting furtively and trotting over.

It's Zhang Su...

Ever since the two had a dispute that day, Pei Xiangyun had never seen him again.

Or dare not see him.

Zhang Su stood firm in front of him, and stuffed something into his hand without saying a word.

Pei Xiangyun spread out his palm inexplicably, and found a lone glutinous rice dumpling standing on it.

The glutinous rice dumpling was covered with exquisite oil paper, and white snow and red plums were painted with rouge and paint. One could tell at a glance that it was a precious thing brought back from Yandu.

He was a little at a loss, and with a sullen face, he stuffed the glutinous rice dumpling back, and said bluntly, "I don't want..."

"I brought a box, and I couldn't finish it..." Zhang Su reasoned with him with his hips on his hips, "I gave two to the teacher. The teacher said he doesn't like sweets, and asked me to share it with the people I want to share."

Pei Xiangyun was stunned when he heard the phrase "I don't like sweets", and then Zhang Su whispered: "I think you stand here and dare not come here, are you afraid that the teacher will punish you again? Really, I clearly said It's okay."

"not me……"

Pei Xiangyun subconsciously wanted to find a reason, but after going around for a long time, there was still only one reason.

Afraid of being punished, afraid that those beautiful lips would say something that would stab his heart.

Seeing that his mood was down again, Zhang Su sighed maturely: "Let me talk to the teacher tomorrow so that he won't be angry with you, okay? It's pitiful for you to stand here alone."

Pei Xiangyun held the corner of his lips, showing a forced smile: "Then thank you."

The child is kind, but how does he know that there is a family hatred in the previous life between them?

"Okay, don't be unhappy after eating glutinous rice dumplings..." Zhang Su said, "I have to go back, the teacher is still checking my homework."

Pei Xiangyun looked at his back, and suddenly said: "I pushed you that day, don't you blame me?"

"No wonder..." The pink and jade-carved boy smiled, with a slight dimple on his cheek, "The master said, "The prime minister can pull a boat in his belly", and you must be magnanimous. "

After he finished speaking, he ran back to Jiang Yi and quietly made a face at Pei Xiangyun.

Pei Xiangyun looked down at the glutinous rice dumpling in his palm, and suddenly felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.

I was actually comforted by a child, and the more I lived, the worse I looked.

With a sigh, he put the glutinous rice dumpling back into his pocket, took one last look at Jiang Yi in the crowd, and slowly moved back to the cooking class.

The excitement should be the excitement of others, and it has nothing to do with myself.

In the afternoon, everyone had already prepared the meals they needed, and now they all went to drink and listen to music. The cooking class was very deserted.

Pei Xiangyun stood there in a daze for a long time, only then realized that there was no place for him in such a huge Longxi military camp.

What a failure...

He sighed, thinking that it would be better to go back and finish today's copybook. He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard a dull "plop".

Pei Xiangyun's gaze sharpened suddenly, and he casually took a kitchen knife that was placed on the chopping board next to him, and gently touched the place where the sound came from.

Is it a soldier from the cooking squad?

Or...someone broke in?

With a flash of thought, he suddenly opened the curtain in front of him, instinctively passed the knife in his hand forward, but it stabbed empty.

no one?

Pei Xiangyun frowned, polished a torch, and took photos around, only to realize that he had arrived at the place where the ingredients were placed.

The winter in Longxi can be called a "ice and snow place". If the ingredients are covered with a layer of oil paper and placed outdoors, the ingredients will not spoil for several days.

Pei Xiangyun looked around, but found nothing unusual. He was about to leave when he kicked something soft.

The author says:

Zhang · Kind-hearted · Su: You look so pitiful!

Pei · Disliked and beaten · Xiang Yun: QAQ;

Entered the main line, entered the main line (actually only entered the main line now)