imperial psychologist

Chapter 426 Sentimental Heart
When Chen Yicong stepped into Boling's courtyard again, it was still as quiet as usual.

He exhaled, and the white cold mist dissipated in the air.

Finally back here again.

He passed the gate of the courtyard, and passed the sweet-scented osmanthus tree—last summer, he and Bai Yi visited the north, and Bai Ling stayed here alone for a summer and an autumn.

By the time he returned from his northern tour, the girl whom he had not seen for seven months had already changed her appearance.

Perhaps in the past few years, Bo Ling has been changing every day, and it was only when Chen Yicong noticed these accumulated differences for the first time when they saw each other again for a long time.

He still remembers that in the late autumn of last year, when he came back here again, Bo Ling was sleeping in the morning curled up on the wicker chair swing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

At that time, the dots of sunlight fell on her face through the layers of branches and leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

There were not many childish parts of Bo Ling at first, but after he began to grow rapidly, the youthfulness of a girl gradually emerged.

The originally round eye ends were slightly elongated, and the deer-like eyes added a bit of trembling edge;

The petite nose stood up, and the original innocence revealed a bit of worry;

And the girl's fingers...they were slender and white, and the parts near the knuckles and nails were slightly pink, which looked beautiful but weak.

This greenness made Chen Yicong startled again——

Chen Yicong didn't know how to describe the change he saw, he just felt like he was standing beside a flower that was about to bloom.

He didn't know when the flower would open, which made him love and fear at the same time.

The autumn breeze carries the fragrance of flowers, blowing so restlessly.

……

Chen Yicong rubbed his hands together, and stopped beside the empty swing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

He looked around the yard—it was empty.

Since Lidong passed, Bai Ling, who is afraid of the cold, seldom moves around in the yard. Even if Chen Yicong didn't enter the main entrance, he could probably guess what she was doing.

It's nothing more than sitting at the table and reading a book, lying on the bed and taking a nap, or leaning against the window to embroider a purse.

Speaking of embroidered purses, Chen Yicong was particularly helpless. He didn't know when it started, but Bai Ling suddenly became interested in these needlework girls.

After the two of them finished the class for the day, Bo Ling took out a purse with the pattern of an animal head and gave it to him. Chen Yicong was so excited that he held the purse that night until dawn and fell asleep.

Not long after, he found that Bai Yi had a similar one on him, and a few days later he found that Bai Shijun was also wearing it, and later he found that even Zhao Qi had one on his waist.

It was only then that Chen Yicong realized belatedly that Bai Ling gave everyone around her the purse she made by herself—there were still many failed products in her own room, and God knows how many and many she embroidered in total. How many did you send.

The young man was hit hard, and he was deeply annoyed by it for a while. During that time, he excused himself to be busy, and didn't even take a look at Boling's yard for more than half a month.

After waiting for half a month, Chen Yicong felt that the longing in his heart slightly overwhelmed his anger, and he couldn't help but ran to someone's yard to say hello.

At that time, Bo Ling was reading a book. When he saw him coming, he put down the book and asked him with a smile, "Are you busy recently?"

Looking at Bai Ling's smile, Chen Yicong felt mixed feelings.

He suddenly realized that all the bitterness he had forcibly endured in the past half month in order to win Bo Ling's attention had left no trace at all here.

So from that day on, he never did such a stupid thing again. He listened carefully to the lectures given by Bo Ling, and he wrote the assignments carefully, and he would come over to take a look when he missed it every day, not to mention anything else for the time being.

Going with the flow like this made him feel a lot better—but not completely, so he often tried to make Bai Ling angry, at least when she was angry, her reaction would not be so indifferent.

It wasn't easy to piss off Burling, who was always astute at interrupting his train of thought before he started messing around.But after getting along for a long time, Chen Yicong still has some skills.

The fun of this incident is that Bai Ling often makes unexpected reflections on Chen Yicong afterwards, and she will express these reflections solemnly when she apologizes.

This not only makes Chen Yicong feel enlightened from time to time, but also makes him feel a kind of superficial happiness--while he laughs at his own superficiality, he is really very happy at the same time.

As a result, the young man's heart seemed to be divided into two halves, one half rushed forward and clumsily punched, and the other half secretly observed himself and Bo Ling.

As he slowly understood his feelings for Berlin, it became much easier to hide them than before.

All kinds of contradictions and joys gather together to form a secret core in Chen Yicong's heart.The beautiful figure of Boling appears and disappears in this core.

And when he won a big victory in the court today, he couldn't wait to run to share the joy with Bo Ling.

When he opened the door of the back room, he found that there was only Zhao Qi here.

Zhao Qi was obviously sleepy from the stove in the room, but when he saw Chen Yicong, he opened his sleepy eyes with a jolt.

"The Emperor—"

Chen Yicong put his index finger on his mouth, signaling Zhao Qi not to shout, so Zhao Qi's voice was cut off abruptly in the air.

Chen Yicong looked around and asked softly, "Where are the people from Boling?"

Zhao Qi pointed to the door leading to the back room.

Chen Yicong frowned slightly, walked through the main room curiously, and came to the patio of the back room—Bai Ling was indeed there.

Holding a damaged cattail fan in her hand, she was squatting in front of the small stove and fanning the wind slowly.

The flame in the stove fluctuated brightly and darkly with her movements, and a small black iron pot was driving on the stove, and her eyes were also unpredictable between light and dark.

Bo Ling heard footsteps and looked up following the sound.

"You are here." She whispered, "Did you come down?"

"En." Chen Yicong nodded.

"How is it?" Bo Ling casually put the broken cattail fan in his hand on the old wooden table beside him, "Did it go well?"

Chen Yicong breathed a sigh of relief, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, "...it went so well."

Bo Ling smiled, but he didn't seem surprised. A lot of white mist came out of the spout of the small iron pot. Bo Ling carried it and walked to the nearby table where there was a teapot and four cup.

There is already tea in the teapot.

Water was poured in, arousing a burst of tea aroma.

Chen Yicong frowned and sniffed for a while, "...Monkey Chief of Yuezhou?"

Bo Ling put down the iron pot, moved the tea tube not far away to look at it, and then sighed softly, "It's true!"

"Where did it come from?" Chen Yicong became a little curious—now that the end of the new year is approaching, usually the new tea of ​​the year has been exhausted, and the next year's monkey leader will not be available until April, which is the time when there is no shortage of tea.

(End of this chapter)