Engraved in Bone

A man in the hall above Qinglun's peak reached out to touch the small ball of light around him. The light suddenly covered his whole body. When he opened his eyes, he had a more vague look in his eyes.

When I waved my hand again, there was a water mirror in front of it, which reflected the face of a teenager. A folding fan covered half of the face, with a frivolous but not offensive smile in his eyes.

For a moment, it seemed like Mo Jingyu when he was a teenager.

Inside the West Market.

The boy shook the inscription folding fan stolen from the study without knowing which master's hand. The folding fan blocked the chaotic eyes with a frivolous smile, and a teardrop in the corner of the eye was particularly hooking. If you see which girl is looking at him secretly, the teenager poked at the person behind him with an elbow: "Write it down, let's go back and tell Dad that he will be in the house."

The servants behind were crying with a face. Fortunately, his master was talking nonsense on his mouth. If he did, the master could strip his skin.

The grandfather of the Jiang family, Jiang Ziyu, was famous for his love in the year of the weak crown. Although he loves to play with a girl's house, he can see that the girl is like a peach blossom. In this heart, he is afraid of being willing, but only because of his fame, he scolds a waver.

However, this swayer loves to visit the wind and snow, but the backyard has never heard of any girl warming her bed.

This makes the girl in Beijing more fantasies about the day when this world grandfather can look after himself and put himself in the backyard.

This time, the young master who was supposed to be reading the sage book in his own yard also accidentally overheard someone who talked loudly and said that the newly arrived Liyuan class had a master of Huadan, and his graceful figure was tickling. His voice is even more intriguing.

This was awful. Jiang Ziyu, who said he was going to have a look, sneaked into the study and stole the fan that was most popular with Master Jiang on weekdays.

These things outside are naturally shown to others, who is placed in the house every day to show? When Jiang Ziyu took it, he said so naturally.

No one knows the name of the grandfather of the Jiang family. The favorite red coat and the tear mole are the only one who has it. The class leader of the pear garden class is naturally done in the capital. Ready, who is who and who is who you are. Before this door came in, people had greeted him respectfully: "Sir."

Jiang Ziyu waved his hand to show his intention: "I heard that the Liyuan class has a master Huadan who looks very good, but this son just came to look at the world, I wonder if the class owner can ask."

This world grandfather is much better than those male brothers. It is no wonder that there is no other bad rumor in the capital that only spreads the name of romantic.

After entering, the class leader didn't find the grandfather secretly following him, but stopped at the door, and didn't plan to go any further. After all, Jiang Ziyu, the rules in the drama team, still understands it. It does n’t make sense for others to force themselves into it.

"not see."

It was a clear male voice faintly coming from inside. Jiang Ziyu couldn't help but want to look inside to see what the other person looked like, but he couldn't see anyone coming out from the inside, only the faint voice and Approaching footsteps.

Slowly, Jiang Ziyu saw a large number of petals blooming, as the peony was planted on his heart, layer by layer; the man's floral decoration was not vulgar. The two willows are shaped like a moon gate, with a slightly frowning eyebrow and a phoenix, which makes Jiang Ziyu's eyes fall into place at once, and he doesn't know what to say.

"Who are you?"

The commercial sound is crisp orchestra autumn. Somehow, Jiang Ziyu thought of such a sentence.

It wasn't until the servant next to him pulled his sleeves that he reacted, seeing the person in front of him looking at himself, somehow why Jiang Ziyu blushed and hurriedly opened a fan to hide his embarrassment and face Fei Xia: "The son of this family is Jiang Ziyu, the son of the Jiang family. When I heard that Huadan in the Liyuan class hanged his throat, he wanted to come and listen to how nice the drama touted by those people.

"The tea house is ahead. Grandpa Shi went wrong."

"Oh, oh." Jiang Ziyu turned to prepare to leave, but turned back again, only this time he found that the person in front of him was taller than his own. He hesitated before asking: "Can you tell me your name?"

"It ’s wrong for Xiaomin and Shizi to meet by name, not to mention that the nickname is inadequate; if Shizi really comes to listen to the opera, turn left in front of the gate and Xiaomin will be on the court later. I'm afraid I can't take the world grandfather in person. "

"It's okay, you go, you go, I won't bother you."

Jiang Ziyu was like a gimmick. He followed behind the panic class leader with a smile, sitting at the best position, waiting carefully for the appearance of the person he had just met.

He said that the operas were deceiving. He originally wanted to leave after seeing one side, but after seeing it, he was a bit reluctant to leave so quickly, sitting in a position and waiting, and almost went to sleep. , My head is extremely low.

As soon as the soft voice came out, it seemed that warm water was flowing out like warm current, stroking Jiang Ziyu's heart. He woke up all of a sudden, his eyes widened, and he looked at the man on the stage below with a wave of his sleeve. Jiang Ziyu always felt that he was throwing his sleeves at himself and could not help but reach out. Grabbed, but fell empty.

Wang Qing's eyes stared straight at him, Dai Mei's eyebrows wrinkled lightly, her sorrow locked, and she was so shocked that Jiang Ziyu wanted to rush down and heal all the sorrows for that person. The satin in the man's hand was as flexible as a hand, flying up and down, fascinating people's eyes.

After the man left the field, everyone was clamoring, and Jiang Ziyu returned to God. He didn't even hear what the man was singing, but the figure of the other person was so deeply imprinted in his mind that he couldn't disperse for a long time.

Jiang Ziyu thought, if how good it would be for a woman to be a Jiao'e, he would immediately marry him home.

Unfortunately, the other person is a man.

Jiang Ziyu, who has lived for more than ten years, never thought it was a man who gave him a glimpse of himself. He never thought that he would never forget the other person since then. His mind was lingering on the stage.

He felt like he was crazy.

Jiang Ziyu heard that the person would perform in a flower boat during the Dragon Boat Festival. When he begged his sister that day / when he attended the party of the little sisters, he could pull himself up. At the time, he was ridiculed that it was a spring heart, and I was embarrassed to see which girl. speak out.

He wasn't a girl, but he couldn't tell if he liked it, or he wanted to look at that person's side again. Maybe if he looked at him again, it would be like that?

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Silent and elegant lack of patriotism and unruly romantic young man grandfather and trivial love affair