Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters like Qing's diary
Li Yi thought for a while and decided to close the drawer.
If it was Zui Mo, given their current relationship, maybe he would have secretly opened it to see if she had scolded him in the diary, or if she had any secrets. But Ruo Qing was different, she
It was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to do anything sinful.
The moment he closed the drawer, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the yellowed paper pressed at the bottom, and his hand movements paused again.
The paper is a little old and wrinkled, and you can vaguely see some lines and writing on it, which are very familiar.
Li Yi hesitated for a moment, then took out the thick book with a blank cover, placed it on the table, and carefully took out the paper underneath.
The confusion on his face deepened, because the familiar feeling also deepened.
The paper was very old. He opened it carefully, and the lines and handwriting became clearer. The first thing he saw was a poem written on it.
To be precise, it's words.
"Xianyun makes tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver people travel far away in secret..."
It's "Magpie Bridge Immortal".
When he unfolded the paper completely, the lines gradually formed in series.
It was a woman in palace clothes, with ribbons flying behind her. Opposite the woman was a man in coarse cloth. In the middle was the Milky Way drawn with a few strokes. Under their feet were countless flying birds drawn with two strokes...
It is a simple drawing of the magpie bridge meeting.
The calligraphy is ugly, and the simple drawing seems extremely childish to him now, but he wrote the calligraphy and he also drew the painting.
This is the prayer lantern that he and his little maid released on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the early years of Jinghe's life.
Later, the sky-praying lantern was picked up by Wan Ruoqing, and the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was also circulated. The intersection with Wan Ruoqing probably started with this sky-praying lantern.
But she didn't expect that this thing that Li Yi had long forgotten would be brought to Kyoto by her and kept until now.
Li Yi looked at the lines on the paper and hesitated for a long time before folding them again and putting them back exactly as they were.
I picked up the book again and when I was about to put it back, I accidentally opened it and took a look.
It was the first day of July in the first year of Jinghe.
Turning another page, it was the seventh day of July, and then the thirteenth day of July.
This is obviously a diary, and it is not the kind that records every day. As for why it started in July, it may be because the last one happened to be finished, or maybe she developed the habit of writing a diary from that time.
It's not important at all, what's important is that this is her diary.
Li Yi just glanced at it without looking at it again, closed it again, and carefully put it back.
If it's other books or the like, there's nothing wrong with reading it. Reading it after you know it's someone else's diary is a bit morally corrupt.
The few articles I accidentally scanned just now were nothing more than things that happened in the tick column, or some talented people wrote good poems at poetry gatherings, and she copied them, and then there was a poem praying to the sky at a certain poetry gathering.
The lamp fell from the sky and happened to fall at her feet. There was a good poem written on it...
The diary is a very private thing. If it contains the worries of my daughter's family, I would never be able to peek into it again.
However, if you have anything on your mind, I feel itchy in my heart just thinking about it...
Do you want to take a look again...
Just a glance?
He put his hand on the diary, hesitating in his heart.
Just when Li Yi's mind was a little confused, footsteps came from the door again.
Wan Ruoqing gently opened the door, with a trace of panic on her pretty face. She finally felt relieved when she saw Li Yi sitting upright in front of the table, writing something with a pen.
Li Yi turned back, glanced at her, and pointed to a book on the table: "I folded the page you just saw, just find the folded page next time."
Wan Ruoqing came over, nodded and said: "It's a script written by someone. Mr. Sun thought it was good. He brought it to me yesterday for another review."
Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the drawer next to the table, and then quickly moved away.
Li Yi pretended not to notice her gaze, pointed to the bed, motioned for her to sit down, and then said: "How many states are there that we haven't developed yet?"
"There are five more." Wan Ruoqing gave the answer without much thought, "These five states are all poor and remote places. We have sent people there before, but in the end they failed..."
"It doesn't matter, in that case, just abandon these five places." Li Yi shook his head and said, "What do you think, if you go to Qi..."
Wan Ruoqing said in surprise: "You mean, take our Goulan to Qi State?"
Li Yi nodded.
Wan Ruoqing frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "Qi State is different from Jing State. If our people go there, they will definitely encounter unimaginable obstacles. If it is just for acting, it will be fine, but if it is used to collect information
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When it came to Goulan, she became serious and carefully analyzed the pros and cons of Goulan's development in Qi, and how to proceed if she really had this idea...
Li Yi was thinking about other things while listening to what she said.
After she entered the room, she glanced in the direction of the desk three times intentionally or unintentionally. Each time her eyes would glance past the drawer, indicating that there really was something important in there, which made her, who had always been steady, panic.
Li Yi looked at the diary with a blank cover on the bookshelf in his mind. After a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his thoughts moved at the same time.
The book slowly opened a page.
Two pages.
Countless pages.
In the early year of Jinghe, it was the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.
"Poems can also fall from the sky. I wonder who Mr. Li is who wrote "If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night"..."
In the early year of Jinghe, August 15th.
"I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart... It turns out that he is Li Yi. I should have thought of it a long time ago. I should have thought of it a long time ago..."
Jinghe...
"He is actually our neighbor, but if he is so talented, why would he do these businessman things..."
"Oh no, she offended so many people tonight. Will it affect his career? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone tonight, tonight..."
"He's injured, I don't know if it's serious or not..."
"Thanks to him today, Mr. Sun and the others don't have to leave. The sisters also have food to eat. It seems that they owe him too much..."
"His wife is so beautiful, she matches him perfectly... He is leaving. Is he going to Kyoto? When will he come back..."
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"He finally came back and wrote so many poems for Zui Mo that even Zui Mo himself was scared... Zui Mo, it turns out Zui Mo is also..."
"Kyoto is really big. Will Goulan really be able to open all over Kyoto and all over Jingguo in the future?"
"It's great that Zui Mo is here too. She must be lonely in Qing'an Mansion. I wonder if he will come over today. She will be very happy to see Zui Mo, right?"
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The expression on Li Yi's face changes, sometimes he is happy, sometimes sad, sometimes annoyed. The reason why he doesn't like to put books written by others into his mind is because when he accepts the information, he can clearly feel the person who wrote it.
The emotion at the time.
There is no real empathy in the world, but for Li Yi there is.
Although he has never experienced anything similar, the emotions revealed between the lines will be experienced by him exactly in the process.
When reading engraving books, this situation does not occur at all.
Therefore, he almost completely understood Wan Ruoqing's mental journey in the past two years. Of course, he also fully understood the emotion hidden between the lines.
"You..., what's wrong with you?" Wan Ruoqing looked at him blankly. Seeing the change of expression on his face, she asked nervously: "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no." Li Yi closed his eyes, opened them again, and shook his head: "I thought of something myself."
The feelings of girls are always poems, but the process of writing poems is very difficult. The feeling of the two emotions intertwined is not pleasant. If you continue to read page after page like this and experience all these emotions, it will be like experiencing a period of life all over again.
, he may have a split personality.
As soon as my mind moved again, the books in my mind turned into dots of light and completely disappeared.
At the same time, countless pieces of information poured into his mind.
He looked at Wan Ruoqing, and just as he was about to speak, his body shook violently, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone's fist, filled with some kind of emotion.
He clutched his chest, gasping for air, his body trembling, and tears fell almost uncontrollably...