Jiaohua

Chapter 35 The First Thing
Xia Zhaoyi strolled around and came to the hilltop next to the cliff in the south.

The night was like dark ink, and a small courtyard with bamboo shadows appeared. At the end of the corridor, the lights were dimly yellow.

Outside the main door of the small courtyard, a little maid knelt on the ground, holding a palm fan in her hand, leaned against the back door, and fell asleep.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at the swaying curtains on the four sides of the corridor and couldn't help laughing. The whole mountain seemed to be the most pleasing place.

Seeing how the maid was sleeping, she didn't want to disturb people's sweet dreams, so she walked down the small steps of the corridor and walked to the door on the other side.

Raising his hand and knocking, Su Juren's voice sounded: "Who?"

"Ali." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Su Juren was flipping through the book when he heard the words, put down the book and got up.

Open the door, it's really a girl.

"Ali." Su Juren said in surprise.

The wind is cold and the dew is heavy, and the night is like water.

Su Juren was dressed in a thin shirt, his sleeves full of ink, and he was covered with a green robe.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at it and said, "Mr. is reading?"

"Well," Su Juren nodded and said, "Why are you here?"

The girl's face was clean, but her clothes were tattered. The yellow mud behind her was about to be dried by the night wind.

The little man raised his head, his eyes were bright and clean, but it was not as clear as a child should have. This kind of clarity was something Su Juren couldn't describe.

"The bridge collapsed and I couldn't go back, so I came to disturb Mr. Xia Zhaoyi with a smile.

The stone bridge over there collapsed. Su Juren heard Bizhu mention it before, nodded and said, "I'll go to Bizhu, you can sleep with her tonight."

"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi nodded and said again, "But sir, I want to ask you to borrow some ink."

"Borrow a pen and ink?"

"Well, I have some use."

It's uncomfortable to draw iron pieces on the box, and it's better to have a pen and ink to control it.

Su Juren thought for a while, and looked to the back. There was a small Banpo there, which used to be a bamboo forest. In front of the Banpo was a small case that covered the rain. He usually likes to go there when he is reading poetry.

It was late at night, and the girl was young, but they were not related and not related, and there were differences between men and women. It was really inappropriate to let her into the house, so Su Juren said, "Alright, you go over there and wait for me."

"Ah."

The terrain below Banpo is slightly higher, and the rain stopped for half a day, and it dries faster than other places.

Su Juren came over with a pen and paper. The little girl was sitting on the side, holding a small wooden box. The light and shadow of clear bamboo fell on her face, with a calm bearing.

After Su Juren put it down, he did not leave, but sat down opposite the robe, wondering what the girl wanted the pen and paper to do.

The mountain wind was strong, and the stack of paper sheets on the table was blown away by the paperweight.

The girl picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, but did not drop the ink immediately, but stared at the paper in a daze, thinking about it.

After a while of silence, the end of her pen finally fell.

　These chapters were originally too boring, so they were simplified and changed, which did not affect the plot, but made people look no longer sleepy. The title can't be changed.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)