imperial psychologist

Chapter 438

Such a night, such a moonlight, such a sparkling lake and the white snow in the distance, makes people reluctant to get off the boat.

The young people sang and laughed happily on the boat, and ordered to drink, but this kind of elegant game is really not very friendly to Bai Ling and Bai Yi.

For a wine order, sometimes a kind of flower is required on the surface of the wine, sometimes a scene is required, and sometimes both are required, and some other landscapes and scenery must be added, or some ancient poems with limited sources;
It doesn’t count if everything is added, the meaning has to be connected together, and there are requirements for the final wine bottom, usually something close to it has to be left-the delicious food and wine on the table, the mountains and rivers and the bright moon outside the window...

This really challenged the ancient prose skills of the two.

In fact, apart from the occasional one or two shocking golden sentences, the brothers and sisters can only accept punishment obediently at other times.

At the beginning, Bai Yi tried to be brave enough to block the wine for Bo Ling, but he couldn't stand it after a while, so Zeng Jiuyan and Zhang Jingzhen took turns to punish him.

It was Bai Ling's turn again, and she shook her head as usual with a half-red and slightly drunken face.

"No." Bo Ling said in a vibrating voice, "No, no, or no!"

Zeng Jiuyan let out a long sigh from the side, "You two...you two are deliberately trying to get me to drink more, right?"

"I said at the beginning not to bring me, you insist on bringing us together." Bai Ling smiled and grabbed the jug on the side, and filled Zeng Jiuyan's cup, "Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow, drink it .”

Zeng Jiuyan had to drink on his back.

Bo Ling held her empty cup in one hand and shook it gently in the air. She smiled and said, "It was really not easy for me to say a sentence or two occasionally. I think, all the sentences I said , that should be sent to the shop, written and framed, let me take it home and hang it on the wall.”

There was laughter from all around.

Zhang Jingzhen clapped her hands again and again, "It can be hung on the wall, and every sentence you two exchanged can be framed and hung on the wall!
"'The sky is high and the earth is far away, and the universe is infinite; when happiness is exhausted and sorrow comes, there are countless people who know the fullness and emptiness; Guanshan is difficult to cross, whoever mourns for those who have lost their way; when we meet by chance, we are all guests from other lands!'

"These are all famous sentences through the ages," Zhang Jingzhen said with a smile, "I'll write them when I get home tonight, and I'll send them to you when I finish."

Bo Ling was obviously a little surprised, "...you memorized it after listening to it once?"

Zeng Jiuyan laughed at the side, "In the early years, I heard that Mr. Zhang has the ability to never forget, and I thought it was exaggerated. Now that I see Jingzhen, I know that it is definitely not a false rumor."

At this moment, Bai Ling suddenly remembered that Zhang Shouzhong had also relied on rote memorization of the "Psychological Lecture Notes" three years ago, and stuffed the facsimile of the handouts into his mind.

Looking at Zhang Jingzhen in front of him again, it was really as Zeng Jiuyan said - this is really a father and son!

Everyone laughed and started a new round of drinking orders. This time, Bai Ling was firm and said that he would not participate in anything.

She covered her reddened cheeks and left her position, walking towards the stern.

The fisherman with the oars was working there, and when he saw her coming out, he nodded slightly, and Bo Ling also turned his head to pay tribute, and then leaned against the cabin wall and sat down along the side of the boat.

The cool breeze outside wakes me up.

She bent down slightly, stretched out her hand to hold the icy lake water, and just touched the lake surface with her fingertips when she heard a voice from behind.

"Why did you come out alone?"

Bo Ling turned his head and saw Chen Yicong standing behind him, wearing a cloak and holding one in his hand.

"Take it."

"...Thank you," Bo Ling took the cloak and put it on her body. At this moment, she did feel a little cold. "It's too hot inside, I'll come out and rest for a while."

Chen Yicong sat beside Bai Ling in silence.

The lake under the moonlight reflected the shadows of the two.

Chen Yicong didn't look into Bai Ling's eyes, but looked at the reflection of the full moon in the lake not far away.

Suddenly there was an explosive noise in the cabin—it seemed that Zeng Jiuyan was laughing and shouting, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Are you having a bad day today?" Chen Yicong asked suddenly.

Bo Ling didn't react for a while, "What...?"

"Happy and sad, there are so many knowledges, we meet by chance, and we are all guests from other places... These sighs don't sound very happy." Chen Yicong looked at Bai Ling, "Did someone offend you?"

Bai Ling laughed dumbfoundedly, then shook his head.

"No one messed with me," she leaned against the partition, with a strand of hair hanging down her shoulder wrapped around her right hand, thought for a while with a half-smile, and then said softly, "I'm just, homesick."

"Qian Sang?"

Berlin didn't answer.

Seeing that Bai Ling was speechless, Chen Yicong continued, "If you want to go back and have a look, I can arrange it for you. How long you want to go back and live is entirely up to you—"

"It's not Qian Sang, it's not Qian Sang." Bo Ling shook his head again, "...My father did grow up in Qian Sang in Shuzhou, but I've never been there."

"Then where is the 'home' you want?" Chen Yicong was a little puzzled.

Bo Ling turned his head slightly, and also looked at the moon in the water in the distance.

It was a good question--but she couldn't figure it out.

When she came here, this "Berling" was about three or four years old. Since then, the most common scene in life is moving.

Moving from one village to another, from one small town to another small town... Calculated, the longest place she has stayed so far is actually here - Pingjing.

It's been almost seven years.

This suddenly made Bai Ling feel a little bit ironic. What could be more like her "hometown" in this world than here.

Chen Yicong watched the subtle changes in Bai Ling's expression—she was stunned at first, then deep in thought, and now suddenly smiled inexplicably.

Chen Yicong narrowed his eyes, feeling a little strange.

"...Is it difficult to answer?"

Bo Ling grabbed her hair in silence a few times, she removed the hair tie, and casually re-tucked her long hair into a ponytail.

"Let's not talk about this," Bai Ling abruptly changed the topic, and then looked at Chen Yicong with a smile, "You don't seem to be happy today, what are you thinking?"

"Me?" Chen Yicong opened his eyes slightly, and then quickly regained his composure, "...how did you know that I am unhappy?"

At this moment, there was a sound of knocking on the table in the cabin, accompanied by booing and laughter-this seemed to raise the cabin.

Both Bo Ling and Chen Yicong looked in the direction of the cabin somewhat unexpectedly—what the hell are the people in it going crazy about?
"Don't pay attention to them," Chen Yicong moved a few inches in the direction of Bai Ling, and said softly, "Let's say ours."

Bai Ling smiled and looked at the young man beside him, "During the dinner just now, except for the time when the wine order was in turn, you hardly talked much, you are so out of your mind...do you have something on your mind?"

"...Yes." Chen Yicong nodded calmly, "Yes."

Bo Ling propped his face sideways, "What?"

　Thank you Pinellia Yaxiang, sweet and sour rice balls, book friend 161021 for the monthly ticket~
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(End of this chapter)