The Taifu's Mansion in the west of the city is cold and lonely, with few people around.
Shen Qingci, the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty, entered the officialdom at a young age and had a cold face. No one in the capital dared to approach him.
Everyone said that the Grand Tutor could not hold a speck of dust in his heart.
Until one evening, a lost rabbit demon fell from the wall.
White glutinous rice does nothing.
Road crazy. Gluttony. Chasing butterflies can knock you into a flower bed.
The only advantages are that his ears are soft enough, his tail is white enough, and his smile is like a glutinous rice dumpling rolling in the spring light.
Shen Qingci bandaged him, gave him cloth shoes, and asked the kitchen to make desserts in various ways.
He didn't say anything, he just put the study key on the door frame every morning.
Every night I stand for three seconds at the door of the bamboo courtyard in the east wing to make sure that the white shadow in the house is still there.
Bai Nuomi decided to stay.
Stay and dig in the dirt, chase butterflies, and whisper to the bamboos.
Stay and steam a basket of crooked sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cakes.
Stay and learn how to write the thirteen characters on Prunella vulgaris.
Stay and stand outside the door of the Buddhist hall every day, saying through the door panel——
"I'll make it for you tomorrow."
Shen Qingci closed his eyes behind the candlelight and curled the corners of his mouth.
This Tutor's Mansion, which has been dead for too long,
Finally someone broke in.
Childish and nonsensical