Way of Choices

The door of the courtyard was knocked, Xuanyuan broke through to ask questions, and came back in a short time. Although the young man’s face was full of beards, he could not completely hide the red. That was nervous and shy, because one was wearing a paper umbrella The young girl followed him to the library.

Tang Thirty-six looked at the beautiful girl and said slightly: "Where is a lilac girl?"

Xuan Yuanbo rubbed his hands nervously and said, "I don't know which lady she is, so I didn't ask if I asked."

Tang Thirty-six said: "Then you let her in? Even though Qixi just passed last night, why is that so."

Xuanyuan Po quickly explained: "She said she knew Chen Changsheng."

Chen Changsheng was reading a book, listening to this, put down the scroll and looked out of the threshold, and found out that he really knew - not the lady in any house, but the big maid Shuang'er in Dongyu Shenjiang House.

Naturally, he wouldn't break Xuanyuan's explanation, got up and walked out of the library, and said to Shuanger: "It's been a long time."

It was indeed a long time since I saw it. It was months since Shuang Er came to the National College of Education to find him.

Sher gathered the oil-paper umbrella and motioned him to follow him to a remote corner.

"Is there anything?" he asked.

Shuanger looked at him, thinking about the rumors of the vine feast last night, and after looking at it for a while, I said, "I heard about you, and I must admit that you are indeed beyond the expectations of many people, my wife and me. The original evaluation of you was not correct."

Chen Changsheng said: "You have your position, so no need to apologize."

He is telling the truth, all the time, he only speaks the truth.

Shuanger raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't get me wrong, I have wrong opinions about you, but it doesn't mean that I support you with the young lady. Even if you have learned, but you won't practice, it will still be... …"

Although she didn't like Chen Changsheng, after all, she didn't have a bad heart, and collected the word waste.

But everyone knows what she means.

Chen Changsheng said: "Whether you support it or not, it doesn't mean anything to this marriage."

Shuanger was a little angry and said, "I and my sister are sympathetic to sisters. I care more about the happiness of the lady than anyone else. You took out the wedding book at the vine feast and raised your eyebrows, but did you think about it, Miss and Akiyama Jun? There is a good match between them, but you are so ruined, how can you bear it?"

"So, are you here to fight for Qiu Shanjun?"

Chen Changsheng looked at her and said, "You should know that at the Ivy Feast last night, your lady asked Bai He to bring a letter, in which she admitted the marriage, and now you seem to be different about the marriage. 'S opinion, even arguing for other men?"

"You do this, does your lady know?"

Shuang was speechless, she didn't know why Miss did this.

Chen Changsheng said: "What else?"

"The previous statement really shouldn't be said."

Shuang Er calmed down, raised her arm, wiped off the water droplets between her bristles, and said, "Miss let me bring you a sentence."

"What words."

"Don't get me wrong."

Listening to this sentence, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time. Before Shuang Er said something similar, it was very hurtful. What does Xu Yourong mean?

He asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." Shuanger looked at his face and said, "You should understand yourself."

Baihe returned to Kyoto with the letter last night, and Xu Yourong expressed his attitude in the letter. Although he was very clear, Xu Yourong could not really want to marry herself. She must have a different meaning to do so, but for her The disgust is still much relieved.

But listening to Shuang Er's quotation, he couldn't be in a good mood.

"that's it?"

He looked at Shuang Er and said, this meant to be ready to drop off.

Shuang Er said: "Miss also said that if you have something to say, you can write to her directly."

With a sound of a crane, the white crane fell from the sky, flapped its wings, and fell outside the library. The water droplets on the feathers slowly trickled down.

Chen Changsheng looked at Bai He and nodded.

Bai He walked in front of him, lowered his thin neck, and touched his right arm, looking somewhat affectionate.

"How have you been all these years?" He looked at Bai He and said.

Bai He Qingming twice, as if answering.

Looking at this scene, Shuanger was surprised.

When Bai He flew away last night, Chen Changsheng felt that he had forgotten something. At that time, he thought it was the black dragon under the ground of the waste garden. At this time, he remembered that he should write a letter, and then asked Bai He to bring Xu Yourong, there are many things, direct communication is much better .

Shuanger always plays the role of middleman between him and Xu Yourong, he doesn't like this.

After coming to Kyoto, Xu Yourong only wrote an autograph letter to him. There were only four words in that letter.

——It's self-reliant.

Chen Changsheng thought about it for a while, and he should write four words that are decisive, profound, and outstanding, so that he can reply to each other without losing face.

This is also the first letter he wrote to her after ten years old.

But in the end he just wrote the letter very plainly, with ordinary words and ordinary things.

He is not very willing to be angry with the little girl.

Even if she is Xu Yourong, even if she is only three days younger than him, she is still a little girl.

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Ten Thousands of miles south of Kyoto is the Virgin Peak.

There are forbidden grounds under the Virgin Peak. Only three hundred miles away, there was a small town. Ordinary people live in the town, with iron shops, wine shops, meat shops, and gambling shops. The gambling shop generally plays cards nine and dice, but there is a simple decorated room in the deepest part of this gambling shop, with a table.

This table is playing mahjong.

Sitting in the east hand is a beautiful young girl.

The girl was fourteen or five years old, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her eyes were lacquered.

The three at the table knew she must not be a mortal.

Two years ago, when the boss of the gambling shop was about to be younger, looked more timid, and more likely to arouse human desire to commit crimes, he died very miserably. The dealer took the position of the boss. The middle-aged man at the head of the table.

From that day on, every once in a while, the girl would come to the town and play a mahjong, and you would not be allowed to leave the table for two days and nights.

The plainly decorated room is only open once every few months. The first three people who accompany her to play mahjong are never changed. Those three people are ordinary people. Real ordinary people, how can you expect to meet To such an unusual thing.

From the initial fear of uneasiness to the fact that the cards will not shake hands, they have spent a long time, but now, they can already get along with the little fairy naturally, they will not put water in the game, but a real knife Really making a gesture of winning or losing, and sometimes even dare to complain a few times.

What a blessing is it to play cards with such a beautiful little fairy?

And sometimes, it really makes money.

There was a loud chatter outside the window, and the girl said: "There is something tonight, don't fight."

The three were very surprised, thinking what happened, this time it ended so long in advance? Do you still need the rules for two days and one night?

The girl took out a few gold leaves and placed them on the table to compensate, and turned away.

The three looked at each other, and one of the women worriedly said, "The little lady didn't know what was happening, and she wasn't very interested in watching it."

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On the wild mountain cliff outside the town, Xu Yourong unfastened the letter from Bai He's legs and opened it at will.

Under the starry sky, the paper was photographed very clearly. The above statement was ordinary, the handwriting was clean, and the length was not long, but she watched it for a long time.

In those sentences and handwriting, she saw restraint, but no emotion of resentment, not even a little negative emotion.

It is difficult for her to imagine that a teenager can be so calm after experiencing so many difficult days in Kyoto.

In exchange for her, she certainly can't do it.

She remembered that he was only three days older than herself.

She looked in the direction of Kyoto and said: "If it weren't forgery, this guy was either a gentleman or a real person."

Bai He yelled, obviously disagreeing with her statement. The disagreement here refers to making false words.

Xu Yourong was helpless and said, "Why do you like that guy? I don't remember what kind of person he is and what is worth your liking."

Bai He whispered twice, reminding her of her earlier statements about gentlemen and real people.

"Neither a gentleman nor a real person is a person who can accompany the long years of monasticism. That would be too boring."

She looked at Bai He and said, "I don't want to live a boring life."

Bai He slightly leaned his neck and seemed a little confused. If you don’t want to marry Chen Changsheng, why would you write that letter and acknowledge this marriage in front of the world?

Xu Yourong didn't explain anything. She had her own ideas. Neither the parents nor the teachers, the Pope's adults, or the Queen Mother were aware of it.

Then she opened Singer's letter and began to read, and then she learned what happened at the Qingteng feast last night.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised.

Now that the marriage letter has been announced to the world, can it be at least calm for a while?

It's just that the guy is really surprising.

Then she saw the conversation between Shuang Er and Chen Changsheng.

She took her hands up and looked in the direction of Kyoto again, silent for a long time.

"I suddenly remembered... When I was eleven years old, I secretly wrote a letter for you to take to Xining."

The white crane's beak is lighter, that's the last time it went to Xining. No one knows the whole Dongyushenfu Mansion.

"In that letter I seemed to say that I would not marry him."

"He did not reply to the letter, so what is he insisting on now?"

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The thing Chen Changsheng insisted on was never this marriage. Except for the masters and brothers of the old temple in Xining Town, in this world, only the black dragon under the palace knows. Of course, he did not know that the middle-aged woman who met by the pool also knew.

For that matter, he even gave up the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. All night time, he was used in meditation and in the use of the starlight to wash the marrow. Although there seems to be no progress, but before the last moment, He will never stop working hard.

In the early morning, he woke up in the library.

As yesterday, it was still awakened.

In front of the National College of Education, there was a loud loud noise.

He pushed open the door of the library, and broke through with Tang 36 and Xuanyuan.

The door of the National College of Education was broken.

The National College of Education was broken.

The courtyard door, which had been sorted out for several months, was collapsed by a carriage.

The ground covered with gravel and wooden blocks looked very pitiful.

A horse fell on the wet ground, opened his eyes, and his four hoofs stepped slightly.

The smoke gradually dispersed.

More than ten rides appeared outside the National College of Education.

Fresh clothes angry horse.

An extraordinary breed of horse.

Those knights are indifferent and obviously not ordinary people.

A young knight, looking at the broken courtyard door, said blankly: "Is this broken courtyard still necessary to survive?"

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(Late later, because it is difficult to write, although it is late, I still wish everyone a happy Tanabata.)

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