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?Study in the Guozijian is exhausting, and ordinary supervisors will have an extra farming holiday in May, but the Confucian students in the Guozixue class are all the children of officials and eunuchs, and they don¡¯t need to work in agriculture. They only look forward to the 40-odd holidays at the end of the year.
? On the twelfth day of December, the Confucian students of Guozixue gathered in the doctor's hall, preparing to listen to the admonition before the official leave. Jiang Yan got up a little later, packed up and rushed to the courtyard outside the doctor's hall, and saw a group of Confucian scholars gathered beside the stone steps in front of the hall, pointing something, and from time to time, a phrase "who piled it up" and "okay" came from time to time. Ugly", I don't know who said something, and the Confucian scholars gathered together burst into laughter.
Curious, Jiang Yan pulled Ruan Yu who was coming and said, "Ayu, what are they laughing at?"
"Ayan, go and see, someone built a snowman beside the stone steps!" Ruan Yu led Jiang Yan to the side of the stone steps, pointed to one side and said, "Look, it's interesting! "
Jiang Yan followed Ruan Yu's guidance, and sure enough, there was a two-foot-tall snowman standing in the corner beside the stone steps.
This snowman has a small head and a big body. The eyes are dotted with black beads the size of a thumb, and the mouth made of red beads is pressed into a line. It is quite serious, but there are two big lumps of cinnabar red on the cheeks, which is serious. There was a bit of weird joy in it. Jiang Yan guessed that the person who built this snowman must be a novice. He didn't know that the snowball would look naive if it rolled fluffy. He pressed the upper and lower snowballs with brute force. The snowballs were as hard as iron and full of bumps. , looks like
It's really ugly.
The snow was swept all afternoon yesterday, and the roadside was clean at this time, except for this grotesque snowman standing in front of the steps.
The morning light first appeared, shining on the snowman's black eyes, shining brightly. Jiang Yan sensed that something was wrong, she closed one eyeball with her hand and looked at the sun, she was speechless for a moment.
"These eyeballscouldn't be inlaid with black pearls?" A knowledgeable person in the crowd exclaimed.
Then, someone hurriedly pulled the snowman's mouth out to have a look, and then exclaimed several times: "Who is full and has nothing to do? Make a snowman here, and use black pearls for eyes, and red agate for eyes." Make your mouth!"
Not only that, the snowman's neck is wrapped with fine Hangzhou fine silk, such an ugly and rich snowman is really unique in Yingtian Mansion.
"Hey, I worked all night to make such a snowman. Don't break it! The beads are returned, can you pick them up!" Wei Jinghong squeezed into the crowd and snatched the red agate from the Confucian scholars who watched the excitement. The beads were crookedly pressed back on the snowman's mouth, and the serious snowman turned into a clown with raised mouth corners.
Seeing that Wei Jinghong is so precious, the crowd who watched the excitement thought he was the one who made it, and after a few words of laughter, he dispersed. Jiang Yan put the black pearls in her hands back into the eyes of the snowman, recalling the snowman that Fu Li shoveled away before Wei Jinghong finished the pile yesterday, and asked, "This strangely shaped snowman is Mr. Wei's masterpiece?"
Unexpectedly, Wei Jinghong was at a loss for a moment, and laughed and vetoed: "The snow I made would not be so ugly!" After that, he winked at Jiang Yan mysteriously, "However, after blowing out the lamp last night, someone I slipped out for a while, but I didn¡¯t know why, and when I came back, my hands were red and cold, and I was not allowed to ask.¡±
Needless to say, the "someone" in Wei Jinghong's mouth knows who it is.
Jiang Yan understood, rolled her eyes, entered the door with her sleeves covered, and sat down beside Fu Li.
The arrogant and seldom-spoken Mr. Fu was sorting out the book case. When he heard her footsteps approaching, he paused slightly, and then continued to sort out, stacking the books.
Jiang Yan glanced at his slender knuckles, and sure enough, there was a slight redness and purple on the back of the hand, like the marks left after being frozen Before Jiang Yan could look carefully, Fu Li seemed to notice her gaze, Calmly, he put his hands on his knees, covering the red marks on his hands with the hanging cuffs.
When the bell rang, the Confucian scholars took their seats, waiting for Si Ye's admonition. This kind of scene was always serious, so Jiang Yan had no choice but to look away for the time being.
After finally surviving the lengthy admonition, all the Confucian scholars bowed to bid farewell to the master, and a year of hard study came to an end.
Everyone dispersed in twos and threes to return home, but Jiang Yan deliberately kept the scroll in her hand until the end. Fu Li picked up a pen to practice calligraphy, and accompanied her in silence.
Soon, there was no one in the hall, except for the silent two sitting quietly across a narrow aisle.
"Mr. Fu, you are still injured, so it is better not to hang your wrists to practice calligraphy." I don't know how long there was silence, Jiang Yan raised a pair of bright and smiling eyes from behind the scroll, and slowly broke the silence, "I saw the snowman at the door , although it is decorated with pearls and jade, its appearance is a bit strange, but it is still interesting to look at carefully."
Hearing this, Fu Li slowly put down his pen, and it was very rewarding to see his expression.
&Yan waited for a long time but did not get Fu Li's answer. There was always a vague, cobweb-bound boredom in her heart. After a long time, she sighed softly and got up.
Before he could walk away, someone grabbed his wrist.
She turned around in surprise, only to see that Fu Li was still sitting upright on his knees, holding her hand painfully, and said softly, "I thought about it."
These three words were spoken lightly and hastily, but they sounded like thunder in Jiang Yan's ears, the cobwebs bound in her heart disintegrated, and her heart beat out of rhythm.
"What about you?" Fu Li raised his chin slightly and asked her.
The temperature on her wrist was hot, Jiang Yan bent her eyes, quickly lowered the corners of her mouth, and said the truth in her heart: "I have thought about it too. I think it should be clear soup with little water, family rules and regulations, and chickens flying like dogs." .¡±
Fu Li let go of his hand, and his complexion that had just turned sunny turned cloudy again.
"It's that bad too." He snorted coldly. The tone couldn't tell whether it was justification or irritation.
"If Mr. Fu doesn't want to retire for the time being, I can wait for a while." Jiang Yan faced the lingering snow and winter sun outside the window, her hair fluttering slightly with the wind that leaked in, and raised her chin and asked Fu Li, "But before that , do you have anything to return to me?"
Fu Li was still immersed in the scene of "chicken flying and dog jumping", and for a moment he didn't understand what Jiang Yan was referring to.
In a daze, Jiang Yan coughed dryly and turned around, patted the non-existent dust on her body and said: "It seems that you are not ready, and I am not ready, then this matter will be discussed later." She turned around and walked out of the hall, took two steps and then paused, turned around as if remembering something, and said to Fu Li: "Soaking hands in hot pepper water can relieve frostbite."
After finishing speaking, she smiled lightly, and did not forget to poke the snowman's cheek when she descended the steps, like a child who has no worries.
Fu Li watched her back and left, then looked down at his own knuckle-knuckle palms, and remained silent for a long time.
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?Fu Li¡¯s imagined life after marriage: Jiang Yan, spread paper and ink for me!
Jiang Yan: Okay, husband~
Fu Li Tsundere: You're so stupid, you can't even study ink! Come, let me teach you!
Fu Li: Jiang Yan, undress me!
Jiang Yan: Alright, my husband has worked hard~
Fu Li Tsundere: The technique is too slow, let me do it! (Speaking, by the way, pick up Jiang Yan.)
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