The morning at Nanfeng Academy starts with the crowing of roosters.

The servant who had not yet woken up completely from his sleep dragged his steps to open the door lazily. The bottle inside had already changed his clothes and carefully checked the inventory. He held the account book in his hand and re-checked the number he had checked last night. Then he raised his head and said a few words to the servant.

A noisy sound came in from outside the door, and the gongs and drums shook the sky, making it very festive and lively.

Han Ping put down the account book in his hand, frowned and looked out.

"What's wrong?"

The servant also looked out the door and replied, "Oh, which company has officially decided on it? Is it a betrothal gift..."

He stood at the door and looked for a while, and suddenly said, "This seems to be from the Shen family?"

Han Ping suddenly stood up.

Nanfeng Academy is not far from the avenue. He stood on the threshold and could clearly see the abortion. The bright red red color was very dazzling, and it was pierced everywhere, like thorns piercing straight into their hearts.

Han Ping paused, took a step back, and closed the door tightly.

"Why are you closing the door?" The sound of swallowing dragon suddenly came from behind, dragging the tail sound, with a little usual arrogance and disdain, reached out and pushed the door that had just been closed again. "Isn't it just a matter of order? What's there to dare not look at?"

Having got used to his temper, Han Ping just sighed softly.

"You have to think about your father, too..."

"What do you think?" Tunlong looked up and his eyebrows were raised. "He has to go and see, he can't escape!"

They never doubted Duan Cun's intention to Shen Hanxiu.

When Duan Cun first entered the Nanfeng Pavilion, he was only eleven or eleven years old, but he had learned to be versatile and spoke like a mature adult. He was quick-witted and diligent, chopping firewood, burning fire, cleaning, and adding tea, and doing everything. Occasionally, he was so tired that he couldn't bear it and was extremely sleepy. The boiling tea boiled his forearm and didn't hear him crying even if he swallowed the bottle.

By the time Han Ping entered the restaurant, Duan Cun had quickly grown into the boss's right-hand man.

He never shed a tear in front of anyone. Even if a guest saw him being pretty and got on his hands, he would laugh and push the person away without a trace. People who could flatter him were happy in their hearts.

Just like this, a man who seemed to be hit, Han Ping secretly saw him crying in his back.

That was when he received a letter.

Rather than saying it was a piece of wrinkled paper. Duan Cun read it secretly, quietly carrying someone on his back, and then silently stuffed it into his clothes. However, his originally straight shoulders slowly tensed up and down, and then shook up and down. He stood behind the tree and caught a glimpse of his biting his lips tightly, but the ground in front of him was quickly soaked a small piece.

It was not until he got to know him that Duan Cun had not passed the rural examination and had to wait for a few more years.

"Why didn't my father think about going to study by himself at that time?" Hanping asked.

The young man leaned on the railings of the Nanfeng Pavilion at that time. The fragrance in the pavilion was extremely strong. When the pavilion came, it was like an unknown hand covering the mouth and nose. Duan Cun lowered his eyes and looked at the young servant below sitting on the guest's legs, teasing. The jumping candlelight dyed the entire venue orange-red, and the hanging curtain was blown high by the night wind. Duan Cun held up the cigarette pipe and only smiled faintly.

"Dad doesn't have that talent," he said, "and you can't learn it."

Han Ping didn't believe this. Duan Cun clearly wanted to learn it, and his intelligence and spiritual consciousness were not inferior to anyone. But Duan Cun just took a sip of cigarettes and let out a sip of fog, without saying anything more.

He was offering Chen Hanxiu a high place, but he still stayed in this Nanfeng Pavilion, becoming a madam who was rejected and looked down upon. His preferences and sincerity were worn out little by little, and the only thing left was a skin condensed by the smoke, barely becoming a personal figure, and no one could see the empty inside.

In the fourth year of the new emperor's ascendance to the throne, Duan Cun obtained a golden smoke gun from a Persian guest.

This was the first time he clearly showed his preference, and he couldn't bear to use it even if he used it. He only put the gun in the cabinet every day, put it in a mahogany box, and wrapped it in a soft silk cloth.

"Wait until my father is gone," he said with a squint, "Han Ping, I will leave this Nanfeng Pavilion to you-I don't want anything next to me, just that cigarette gun, just give it to me."

Han Ping said in surprise: "Dad is leaving?"

"Oh," Duan Cun knocked the cigarette pipe he used to on the handrail, and a little smile appeared on his face, "Who isn't going to leave? Let's wait. When he really gets up, I can go out from this place."

I remembered all the tone, expression, and Han Ping clearly at that time.

But after Duan Cun went out at night, his expression became very different when he came back. Han Ping opened the door for him and noticed that his waist was empty and the cigarette pipe hanging on his head was gone.

"......father?"

He said in surprise, "You are-"

"Nothing happened," perhaps seeing his concern, Duan Cun waved his hand at him, "I took it away, I was not robbed."

He kept going upstairs for a moment. After a while, the smoke gun that he had never been willing to use was taken down with a box and handed over to the servant who helped pass things.

Han Ping became increasingly puzzled, and Duan Cun said for a long time: "Give up."

“Why?”

“…He doesn’t like it.”

Say yes—a smell of dust.

Duan Cun secretly stood in front of the back door of the Shen family that night. When facing the words that the young man frowned, he smelled the smell of his body almost in a hurry. It was indeed dusty. Even if he had just taken a shower and changed his clothes before coming, the dirty smell in his bones could not be changed.

But Chen Hanxiu only had the fragrance of ink on his body. His hands were clean, with the smell of books, his fingers were long, and there was not even a calluse on his head.

Duan Cun secretly glanced at his hand. Even if he was raising the balm later, the marks of the skin on his head could not be removed.

He stood outside the door, and Chen Hanxiu stood inside the door.

There is a galaxy between them.

The golden jade smoke gun was also given to Chen Hanxiu, saying that the point may be used later. Since Duan Cun had quit smoking, it would be useless to hold it, so he handed it over overnight without hesitation.

After that, he raised his hands more and more carefully, and raised them like scholars. He practiced calligraphy, learned painting, and learned piano, and tried hard to learn elegance and know etiquette.

But after he finally recovered, Chen Hanxiu did not hesitate to draw a clear line with him.

"You-" he heard the servants of the Chen Mansion say with a grudge, "The same comes from natural disasters, why did you fall to this point?"

When he first heard this, even a person with a good temper like Han Ping was so angry that he almost started to get started and grabbed the slave's collar to argue. But Duan Cun just pulled his hand away and said calmly: "They were right."

Han Ping: "Dad!"

"It was just a difference..." Duan Cun's lips trembled, and he slowly finished speaking, "It was me who was in vain to be such a passionate person."

I'm in vain to do this kind of passionate species!

Feng Jilie outside, after hearing the words, he turned his head and walked towards the wind. Without taking two steps, he tilted his body and fell to the ground.

Since then, I was in a coma for three days and three nights. When I woke up again, I felt like I had let go of the past.

Han Ping just thought he was stimulated.

But now Chen Zhuangyuan is about to get married, but the stimulation of the past is now condensed on his head like a dark cloud.

Why did you choose the eldest and younger fathers before they left the city?

Han Ping was anxious, but he heard a rumbling sound in the window upstairs. Someone hit the window and broke the window a crack.

"Don't..." He heard a vague bass, "Big morning..."

Then came his father's voice, which was extremely low, as if he was coaxing something. The crying sound became clearer little by little, and the tail end was hooked, as if it was holding a small hook, which stirred people's hearts one after another.

Dragon Swallowing: "..."

Bottle with: "..."

The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Didn’t this sound ring out in the middle of the night last night?

Why did you come back this morning?

The people in the fun are all aware of this tone. Han Ping counted the number of times he heard last night and this morning, and vaguely felt that his waist and legs were starting to hurt.

Who said that the general was not good?

If this doesn't work, does he really want to have it?

The wolf on the second floor shook his hair and licked the fat rabbit's hair all over the body. It was so wet that it was so satisfying that it was so delicious that General Qiu's shooting skills were really superb. He could hardly see the shadows when he was fast, but when he was slow, he made the scalp numb and could not raise any strength.

Kou Qiu was defeated in just two or three rounds, and then he could only be forced back to the wall by the opponent and forcibly withstand the attack.

Until he couldn't get anything out and trembled every time he was touched, Qiu Lie pressed against him and slowly took the knife back into the scabbard.

"Hold it well," the man said softly, "Don't leak it out."

He kissed the young man's sweaty forehead again and got up to ask for water. He had already thoughtfully ordered people to boil the water. When the hot water in the bucket was soaked, Qiu Lie hugged the young man and stepped into the bucket.

The warm water flowed in and Kou Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

The water vapor was hazy, General Qiu combed his hair for him, and looked at him leaning against his arm, so sleepy that he didn't even want to say a word, so he patted the other person's spine. The soreness in his waist and back was relieved. Kou Qiu had just closed his eyes, but heard the sound of gongs and drums moving away from outside and circled back again.

Kou Qiu was so upset that he opened his eyes all at once, "Who?"

Noise pollution early in the morning!

The system boy was also very dissatisfied, [I finally finished learning it, and the noise made me forget what I just memorized!]

Qiu Lie patted him comfortably, took the lead in coming out of the bucket, and said to his big baby: "Extend your hand."

The big baby spread his arms obediently, and he wiped his body with a silk cloth and kissed him again.

When they went downstairs, the cubs' eyes gathered quietly at Kou Qiu's waist, like searchlights. When Kou Qiu sat down on the chair with difficulty, someone quietly pushed the bowl towards him. Kou Qiu looked down and saw a bowl of red bean porridge.

Kou Qiu: "..."

His cub was very filial, "Dad, the beef-whip soup is also stewed on the stove."

We all feel that you need to replenish your essence and Qi very much.

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To be continued...