Everyone in the capital knew that Sheng Tinghe and Shen Tingzhao were childhood sweethearts and also happy enemies.
He thought she was making trouble, and she thought he was pretending.
She chased the butterfly and fell into the flowers, while he slowly drank tea in the pavilion: "Stupid."
She learned to play the piano and played the wrong note. He passed by the window and chuckled: "Noisy."
Sheng Tinghe was so angry that he tore up his books, ate his snacks secretly, and unilaterally announced that he had broken off relations with him n times.
Until one day, Sheng Tinghe accidentally opened a picture album in his study.
When I opened it, I saw that it was full of paintings of her: her climbing trees, fighting crickets, eating sweets until her teeth were sticky...
The ink on the latest page is still wet.
It's an angry her and a peeping him.
Sheng Tinghe:? ? ?
*
Later, the family saw a beauty scout for Sheng Tinghe.
I heard that the other party is gentle and elegant, and likes quiet women best.
She went to the appointment bravely, but she bumped into a familiar figure beside the kiosk.
Shen Tingzhao was leaning against the corridor pillar, playing with the Lopa she didn't know when she had left it with him, and her voice fell softly.
"I heard that someone wants to marry a gentle scholar?"
He raised his eyes and looked into her eyes.
"I'm like this, can't I?"
*
Later, Shen Tingzhao was still the arrogant and arrogant young powerful official in front of others, but he always loved to cling to his wife.
"Qingqing, no one will pay attention to me in court today."
"Qingqing, my hand hurts. I need to blow it off."
"Qingqing, yesterday you praised the young general next door for his bravery."
Shen Tingzhao, who used to be calm and self-possessed, buried his face in the crook of Sheng Tinghe's neck, his voice muffled.
"But you clearly said I'm the prettiest."
Intention: Thousands of appearances are depicted in the pen, but only one person is hidden in the heart.
