Happy Little Scholar

Li Yi thought about it and decided to close the drawer.

If this was Zui Mo's, given their current relationship, maybe he would have secretly opened it to see if she scolded him in the diary, or if she had any little secrets, but Ruo Qing was different. She was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to do anything sinful.

At the moment when he closed the drawer, his eyes inadvertently swept across the yellowed paper pressed at the bottom, and his hand stopped again.

The paper was a little old and a little wrinkled, and some lines and handwriting could be vaguely seen on it, which was very familiar.

Li Yi hesitated for a moment, took out the thick book with a blank cover, put it on the table, and carefully took out the paper below.

His face was more confused, because the familiar feeling was also deeper.

The paper was already very old, and he opened it carefully. The lines and handwriting became clearer. The first thing he saw was a poem written on it.

To be precise, it was a lyric.

"The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, the Milky Way is far away and dark..."

It is "Magpie Bridge Fairy".

When he unfolded the paper completely, the lines gradually connected and took shape.

It was a woman in palace clothes, with colorful ribbons flying behind her. Opposite the woman was a man in coarse cloth. In the middle was the Milky Way drawn with a few strokes, and under the feet of the two were countless flying birds drawn with two strokes...

It was a simple drawing of the meeting of the magpie bridge.

The handwriting was ugly, and the simple drawing seemed extremely childish to him now, but he wrote the handwriting and drew the picture.

This was the prayer lantern that he and the little maid released by hand on the Qixi Festival in the early years of Jinghe.

Later, the prayer lantern was picked up by Wan Ruoqing, and this "Magpie Bridge Fairy" was also spread out. The intersection with Wan Ruoqing probably started from this prayer lantern.

It was just unexpected that this thing that Li Yi himself had long forgotten was brought to Kyoto by her and preserved until now.

Li Yi stared at the lines on the paper for a long time before folding it again and putting it back in the same shape.

When he picked up the book again and was about to put it back, he opened it and took a look.

The first day of July in the early years of Jinghe.

He turned another page and it was the seventh day of July, and then the thirteenth day of July.

This was obviously a diary, and it was not the kind that recorded every day. As for why it started in July, it might be because the previous book happened to be finished, or maybe she developed the habit of writing a diary from that time. This is not important. The important thing is that this is her diary.

Li Yi just glanced at it and didn't read it again. He closed it again and put it back carefully.

If it was another book or something, it would be okay to take a look. Knowing that it was someone else's diary and still reading it, it would be a bit morally corrupt.

The few articles she accidentally scanned just now were nothing more than what happened in the brothel, or some talented men and women wrote good poems at a poetry meeting, and she copied them down, or a prayer lantern fell from the sky at a certain poetry meeting, just at her feet, with a good poem written on it...

Diary is a very private thing. If it contains the girl's worries, it is always difficult for her to peek again.

However, what worries could Ruoqing have? Just thinking about it makes her feel itchy...

Should I take another look...

Just take a look?

His hand was on the diary, hesitant in his heart.

Just when Li Yi's mind was a little confused, footsteps came from the door again.

Ruoqing gently pushed open the door, with a trace of panic on her pretty face. When she saw Li Yi sitting upright at the table, writing something with a pen, she finally felt relieved.

Li Yi turned his head, glanced at her, and pointed to a book on the table: "I folded the page you just saw. Just find the folded page next time."

Wan Ruoqing came over and nodded: "It's a script written by someone. Old Sun thought it was good. He gave it to me yesterday to review again."

Her eyes glanced at the drawer beside the table inadvertently, and then quickly moved away.

Li Yi pretended not to notice her gaze, pointed to the bedside, motioned her to sit down, and then said: "How many states are there that we haven't developed yet?"

"There are still five." Wan Ruoqing gave the answer without much thought, "These five states are all poor and bad places. People have been sent there before, but they didn't succeed in the end..."

"It doesn't matter. In this case, these five places will be abandoned." Li Yi shook his head and said: "What do you think, if we go to Qi..."

Wan Ruoqing was surprised: "You mean, take our brothel to Qi?"

Li Yi nodded.

Wan Ruoqing frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Qi is different from Jing. If our people go there, they will definitely encounter unimaginable obstacles. If it's just for acting, it's fine, but if it's for collecting information..."

When it comes to the matter of the brothel, she becomes serious, carefully analyzing the pros and cons of the development of the brothel in Qi, and how to proceed if she really has this idea...

While listening to her, Li Yi was thinking about other things.

Since she entered the room, she looked at the direction of the desk three times intentionally or unintentionally, and each time her eyes would sweep past the drawer, indicating that there was really something important in it, which made her, who had always been steady, panic.

Li Yi looked at the diary with a blank cover on the bookshelf in his mind. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind moved at the same time.

The book slowly opened to a page.

Two pages.

Countless pages.

In the early year of Jinghe, it was the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.

"Poems can also fall from the sky. I wonder who Mr. Li is who wrote "If love lasts forever, how can we stay together day and night"..."

In the early year of Jinghe, it was August 15th.

"I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart... It turns out that he is Li Yi. I should have thought of it a long time ago. I should have thought of it a long time ago..."

Jinghe...

"He is actually our neighbor, but if he is so talented, why does he do these businessman things..."

"Oh no, she has offended so many people tonight. Will it affect his career? It's all my fault. Tonight, I shouldn't have gone tonight..."

"He's injured. I don't know if it's serious or not..."

"Thanks to him today, Mr. Sun and the others don't have to leave. The sisters also have food to eat. It seems that they owe him too much..."

"His wife is so beautiful, she matches him very well... He is leaving. Is he going to Kyoto? When will he come back..."

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"He finally came back and wrote so many poems for Zui Mo. Even Zui Mo himself was scared... Zui Mo, it turns out Zui Mo is also..."

"Kyoto is really big. Will Goulan really be able to open all over Kyoto and all over Jingguo in the future?"

"It's great that Zui Mo is here too. She is probably lonely in Qing'an Mansion. I wonder if he will come over today. She will be very happy to see Zui Mo, right?"

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The expression on Li Yi's face changes, sometimes he is happy, sometimes sad, sometimes annoyed, sometimes worried. The reason why he doesn't like to take books written by others into his mind is because when he accepts the information, he can clearly feel the person who wrote it. The emotion at the time.

There is no real empathy in the world, but there is for Li Yi.

Although he has never experienced anything similar, the emotions revealed between the lines will be experienced by him exactly in the process.

When reading engraving books, this situation does not occur at all.

Therefore, he almost completely understood Wan Ruoqing's mental journey in the past two years. Of course, he also fully understood the emotion hidden between the lines.

"You..., what's wrong with you?" Wan Ruoqing looked at him blankly. Seeing the change of expression on his face, she asked nervously: "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no." Li Yi closed his eyes, opened them again, and shook his head: "I thought of something myself."

The feelings of girls are always poems, but the process of writing poems is very difficult. The feeling of the two emotions intertwined is not pleasant. If you continue to read page after page like this and experience all these emotions, it will be like experiencing a period of life all over again. , he may have a split personality.

With another thought in his mind, the books in his mind turned into dots of light and completely dissipated.

At the same time, countless pieces of information poured into his mind.

He looked at Wan Ruoqing, and just as he was about to speak, his body shook violently, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone's fist, filled with some kind of emotion.

He clutched his chest, gasping for air, his body trembling, tears falling almost uncontrollably...