The glory of the king

Chapter 247

Like a squirrel, Mu Yayin rubbed her eyes and pursed her lips.

Listening to the other party's words, Peasley couldn't help laughing: "My saliva is not poisonous, is it necessary to rub it for so long?"

"I know it's not poisonous. But I want to... rub it into my heart!"

As soon as Mu Lingyin said this, Pisri and her body froze.

The atmosphere in the entire pavilion suddenly became ambiguous.

"That, that..." After a long time, Pisley pinched his nose, but couldn't help but speak first.

However, before he could say anything, Mu Lingyin suddenly threw the paper in her arms towards Pisley, leaving only one sentence: "Don't think too much", before disappearing into the pavilion.

Peasley reached out and grabbed the paper that had fallen from him.But his eyes kept looking at the direction where the beautiful teacher disappeared for a long time.

"You didn't say a word of care, just left?"

Peasley gave a wry smile, then folded the paper with those six characters written on it, and put it into his bosom.

Sighing leisurely, I thought to myself that I was really being sentimental.

Maybe he is older than the other party's real age than the psychological age, but when it comes to the apparent age, he is younger than the other party after all.

The other party may have a good impression of him, but he must have a grudge because of his age.

Maybe he doesn't care and doesn't dislike the other party.But the other party may think that he is young... Well, it is because of his age.

Now that I have bid farewell to the other party, it can be regarded as a farewell to the dim feeling.

Maybe we will be separated from now on, and goodbye is a passerby.

Peasley collected his emotions and resolutely walked towards the door.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he stopped suddenly, and then turned back to the desk where Mu Lingyin wrote, picked up the particularly warm [Piaoxu], and wrote on a new piece of paper. next sentence:
"Qing gave birth to me before I was born. I gave birth to Qing and I was already old. I wish I hadn't been born at the same time. I will be with you every day."

After finishing writing, Pisley was silent for a long time before he pressed the paper with an inkstone and left here silently.

Not long after the boy left, Mu Lingyin's figure reappeared outside the door. She walked back into the pavilion with weak steps, her eyes wandering around the room, as if she wanted to see that familiar figure.

However, at the moment when people were leaving the building, apart from the creaking sound of the wind blowing the windows, there was only the sound of her weak footsteps.

However, when she saw the handwriting on her desk, it was as if she had discovered a new world. She threw herself down in front of the desk and looked at the newly released four-line poem.

"Qing was born, I was not born... I was born, Qing is old... I wish I could be born at the same time... Day by day, be good with Qing..."

As Mu Lingyin was chanting, tears suddenly rolled down, dripping down on the paper, infusing the undried "hate" on the paper, making it a bit blurred.

Seeing this, Mu Lingyin quickly put the paper on the table, but she squatted on the ground like a little girl, crying bitterly!
"Hate not being born at the same time...Hate not being born at the same time!!"

Mu Lingyin hugged her knees, bit the lower edge of the white skirt with her glutinous rice teeth, and tried her best to suppress her crying...

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded in the originally quiet pavilion.

Mu Lingyin was overjoyed, thinking that Li Sipi had returned, before she raised her head, she yelled, "Student Sipi!"

However, when she raised her head, she suddenly realized that it was not a handsome young man who walked in, but a man with the appearance of a beggar.

"Mu, Mr. Mu Yi? You, why are you here?"

Mu Lingyin turned her back and wiped away the tears on her face.However, no matter how she rubbed it, her red eyes became redder.

The beggar Mu Yi didn't speak, and went straight to the table, picked up the piece of paper where Pisley left the poem, read it to himself, and then nodded approvingly.

"You have a good vision. This little guy is indeed a person worthy of your entrustment for life."

Mu Yi opened his mouth, although his face was dark, but his expression was serious that Pisley had never seen before.

After hearing the other party's words, Mu Lingyin was embarrassed and explained falteringly:
"Mr. Mu Yi, you, what nonsense are you talking about? I have nothing to do with him or him."

Mu Yi shook his head tut-tut, and sighed: "You said that your awareness is not as high as that of a young man? I am a concubine, you love me, but you are still suppressing your feelings and deceiving yourself. Are you doing this? ?”

Mu Lingyin's whole body was shocked, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.Because she felt that what this calligrapher she respected made sense, and she couldn't find any excuses to refute.

"You don't need to hide it from me. Look at the words you have written in the past two days. You don't have the charm of concentration in the past. I'm afraid that when you write, your mind is full of the boy's figure!"

"I..." Mu Lingyin lowered her head in shame, without making any excuses.

"Let me ask you, do you like him?" Mu Yi asked bluntly.

Such a sensitive question immediately made Mu Lingyin's heart beat faster, and she instinctively wanted to shake her head in denial.However, Mu Yi suddenly shouted in a low voice:

"Face your heart! Isn't what you think in your heart different from what you write?

Ten years of familiarity, just crying bitterly, don't you like him or not, don't you have any idea in your heart? "

...After being silent for a full minute, Mu Lingyin sighed leisurely and said:
"Yes, you're right. I like him. Very much.

I don’t know if it was from the first time we met, or when he saved me from Zhang Zhao a few years ago, or when he bought me this lake pen last time... But I understand, I really do now I really like him.

I like his humor, his tenderness and consideration, his extraordinary talent, and this poem he left for me...

But, but I also know that I can't like him!I'm his teacher, I'm ten years older than him, when we first met, he was a kid...

If I let others know that I am an old woman who is in the third year, and I like a child who is ten years younger than myself, will others say that I want to tease a tender cow?

Even if he is willing to accept me, I don't want myself, an old woman, to delay this child's youth! "

"Heh, old woman? Are you just so self-deprecating? If it's an ordinary person in the world, for them who have only a hundred years to live, it might be really not good for a woman to be ten years older than a man.

But don't forget, you are not ordinary people, you are all Glory Warriors!It is an existence that the more you practice, the longer your life will last!
What is the difference between a mere teenage years and more than ten days in your long life? "

　Thanks for the monthly ticket of Wunuanming children's shoes, and the old iron crab crab support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)