Ming Zhao three years
The snow that year was heavier than in previous years.
Lin Yanshu was wrapped in a thin old cotton-padded jacket and watched the red door of his house slowly close.
She did not die. She changed into men's clothes as a loyal servant and became "Lin Erlang". She sneaked into the capital with half a blood-stained jade pendant.
The lintel of the Imperial College was very high. When she stood on tiptoe to look in, she was suddenly knocked down.
The clear voice was a little careless, "Please give me a moment."
Turning back, she saw a pair of peach blossom eyes - Shen Yanzhi, the young master of the Shen family in Beijing, who was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, glanced at her.
Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly lowered her head: I'm sorry.
Lin Yanshu didn't know that this accident had tightly tied the two of them together.
No one knew that one time, Sanlang Zhaojia climbed over a wall secretly at night and was blocked by Shen Yanzhi. Shen Yanzhi's eyes were as deep as a pool of water: "Zhao San, tell me... What is the crime for a woman who disguises herself as a man?"
Shen Yanzhi just kept it secret and thought about a situation where I sold her a personal relationship with my classmate.
It's just that hiding it, hiding it, has changed the taste.
Lin Yanshu: Shen Yanzhi, what do you want to say to me?
Shen Yanzhi: You... You look good today
Lin Yanshu: What exactly do you want to say?
Shen Yanzhi: May I be like a star, like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night.
Lin Yanshu: What are these?
Small theater
The late spring rain hits the banana leaves, making the sound of a tidal wave. Shen Yanzhi stood in the corridor holding an umbrella, watching Lin Yanshu holding a freshly dried book, with faint traces of ink on his fingertips.
He suddenly spoke, his voice washed by the rain particularly clear: "Ashu Ke knows that at this time last year, the wisteria in the Imperial College was in bloom."
Lin Yan raised his eyes and saw his eyes falling on the rain curtain outside the eaves, as if he was telling Yu: "That day you were wearing a lake blue gown, squatting under the flower stand to pick up the fallen petals, saying that you wanted to put them in a book to make a bookmark. I stood behind the moon cave door and read half a cup of tea."
He moved half a step forward, and the edge of the umbrella was slightly tilted to block the falling rain for her: "I don't dare to say that we vow to each other. I just know that if there is wind and rain in the future, I want to hold this umbrella open for you forever. In this life, I want to accompany you to the end."
Lin Yanshu looked at him and saw some raindrops on his eyelashes, but his eyes were as bright as the stars. Unfortunately, he didn't know it at the time. It turned out that his heartbeat had already been written when they first met. "
The rain was still falling, and the wind in the corridor carried the moist fragrance of flowers, taking away his unfinished words, but the affection hidden in the words fell gently on her heart.
Intention: Brave the wind and waves without fear of hardship, and finally see the warm sun