After getting drunk that day, Ling Yun rested at Wang's house for another three days.
During this period, I learned the names of everyone in the Wang family. The master of the Wang family, Fatty's uncle, was named Wang Wenxuan, and Mrs. Wang's name was Liu Yanli. She was Fatty's mother's sister. They had a son and a daughter.
The son's name is Wang Jinghui, and the daughter's name is Wang Wenjing.
Wang Jinghui is Fatty's cousin, three or four years older than him.
Because the fat man would come to Wang's house with his mother every year to stay for a while. Of course, sometimes Mrs. Wang would come to his house. The two were similar in age, so they always had a good relationship.
Speaking of Wang Jinghui, even though he looks fourteen or fifteen years old, he was already a child at such a young age, two or three years earlier than them!
Of course, the candidate Tong Sheng was a year or two older than Ling Yun. He had heard Fatty mention it only three years ago.
It is said that the fat man had to go to the academy to study, not only because of the excitement of the conflict with the scholar in the Zhou Mansion, but mostly because of his cousin Wang Jinghui.
After all, those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to vermilion are red.
With such a cousin, the fat man often suffered blows from his elders when visiting relatives.
It's nothing more than watching what your cousin does, and then watching what you do.
Just like the seven aunts and eight aunts who are talking about this and that in your ear during the New Year, no one knows whether they are doing it unintentionally or on purpose.
But even if it was an unintentional remark, the young fat man really took it at ease.
So as far as reading is concerned, Fatty was deeply influenced by him.
As luck would have it, they were about to make an appointment to take the college entrance examination together, when Wang Jinghui was added to the group, making them a four-person group.
As for Miss Wang, Ling Yun had never seen or heard of her before meeting her.
It is said that one day he was bored and walked around the palace, and later found that he was lost.
So a man was walking in the palace, and unexpectedly came to a small garden, and found that all kinds of flowers were blooming in it, which were very beautiful.
So he admired it for a while. The flowers were in full bloom, which naturally aroused his idea of reciting poems and showing off his knowledge.
Besides, there is no one here at this moment. Even if it cannot be done or it is difficult to do elegantly, no one will notice.
At this time, Ling Yun was alone in the huge small garden, bowing his head in meditation.
At this moment, two people suddenly came, both from a girl's house.
One of them was wearing a light blue dress, with a thin and pure white gauze coat, which vividly showed off her graceful figure.
Her waist-length hair was blown all over the sky by the spring breeze, and a few strands of hair flew playfully in front of her face, making her look even more elegant and natural.
There is no decoration on the head, just a light blue ribbon, gently tying a strand of hair.
With a shallow smile, the pear dimples appear, her hands are like catkins, her smile is charming, and her beautiful eyes are covered with a blue chain lying casually on her wrist, which makes her skin white, tender and shiny.
The eyes are as pure as water, sometimes with some melancholy.
There is another person who is not on the same level in terms of appearance or clothing, but looks more like her maid.
Ling Yun, who lowered his head in deep thought, did not notice the arrival of the two men.
One of them suddenly said, "Where are you, Xiao Si, the new guy here? What are you doing here? You don't even want to say hello to our young lady when you see her."
Suddenly being disrupted from his thoughts, Ling Yun looked back at them with an unhappy expression on his face.
But as soon as I saw the girl, my heart skipped a beat, and I looked at her infatuatedly, and I was stunned for a moment.
A girl was stared at openly and openly in her own home. You can imagine how angry she was at this time.
I saw displeasure on her face, and she let out a "hum".
When Ling Yun came back to his senses, he never thought that he was staring at others and lost his mind. He was really a pervert.
He felt that he had lost his etiquette, and just when he was about to apologize, he immediately thought that he was only ten years old and not very tall, so he should be fine, right?
Who would argue with a little brat?
Even if you go up and kiss a girl, no one will accuse you of molestation. Instead, they will say you are cute.
By comforting himself in this way, Ling Yun's nervous heart gradually calmed down.
Just when he was about to compliment the little girl on her beauty, she unexpectedly was scolded by the person next to her, "Bah, you idiot, are you still looking at this? Who gave you the courage to spy on my young lady here? Believe it or not."
Should I dig out your eyeballs?"
"Miss? Could this person be..." It's over, Ling Yun's heart is extremely broken, and he has lost his usual calmness.
I thought that this matter must not be spread out! Otherwise, the reputation of the pure and innocent guy will be ruined.
If the fat man finds out, he will inevitably be labeled as a pervert. He has always been an upright person, so why is he obsessed today?
Ling Yun rolled his eyes slightly and glanced at the girl. Sure enough, it was like this.
Her melancholy eyes were a little confused, and two words "good-looking" came to Ling Yun's mind.
It’s so beautiful!
However, he was no longer in the mood to appreciate it at this time, and he actually got lost and came to the boudoir of the female family members of the protagonist's house. He said that he did it unintentionally, and no one believed it if he spread it.
Ling Yun lowered his head and bowed to apologize, "The boy lost his etiquette for a moment. Please forgive me, Miss Wanwang."
The girl saw that he was quite polite, although not handsome, with light yellow skin, and his behavior did not look like he was fake, so she said calmly, "It's nothing, I won't do it next time!"
"Miss, that man is just a slut, why are you..." Seeing that his young lady didn't argue with him, the other man couldn't help but become anxious.
"It's okay, he did it unintentionally. Besides, he behaves like a scholar, so he wouldn't be one of those people." The girl smiled faintly and explained to him.
My own lady had said so. She was caring about Ji Yue, but she couldn't bear the tone, so she stamped her feet and stared at Ling Yun fiercely.
Seeing that she was not angry, Ling Yun breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his mind, ignored the maid's look that looked like he was eating him, and turned to leave.
Just after taking two or three steps, he suddenly remembered something and slowly stepped back, smiling at the girl and bowing his hands.
"What else do you want?" The girl glanced at him warily, with confusion in her eyes.
I thought to myself, could this person be just as Xiaoyu said, a deceiver?
"The boy got lost, so he just broke in. I wonder if it's convenient for the girl?" Looking at the girl who was wary of him, Ling Yun quickly explained the reason. Otherwise, looking at her like this, he might not be able to help but call someone.
"Oh?" The girl stared at him closely and looked him up and down again.
The girl didn't know when there was such a strange man in the house. Although he was young, he was quite courageous.
Not only did he peek at her, but he also wanted her to lead him. She didn't know what to say to him.
To bring it or not to take it, the girl weighed it in her heart.
At the same time, he raised his head and stared at him. At this time, Ling Yun no longer had the squinting look in his eyes just now, only his eyes were clear and full of expectation.
Ling Yun noticed something strange and raised his head slightly, so the two of them looked at each other.
When Ling Yun saw the girl staring at him, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He smiled and touched his nose. When the girl saw his look, she couldn't help but purse her lips and laugh.
