On Qiulan''s birthday, Jingzhao got up early.


    After Jingzhao knocked on the door, he heard Qiulan''s voice and pushed the door in.


    Autumn LAN sits in front of the table, see is him, then slightly bent up the eye son.


    Probably because of his birthday, he is in a better mood today.


    Snow white skin floating on the light red, looks better than in the past a lot of complexion.


    "Scholar." Jing Zhao goes to him and sits down.


    His eyes fell on Qiulan''s long black hair.


    Qiulan tilts her head and looks at him suspiciously.


    Jingzhao''s ears were a little red. He pursed his lips and continued: "I want to bundle your hair for you..."


    In the back, the sound was almost inaudible.


    But Qiulan still heard clearly.


    He slightly Leng, then low Mou gentle smile, raise hand will hairpin down.


    A head of soft ink hair then spread down, he led Jingzhao to the bronze mirror.


    Qiulan sits, Jingzhao stands behind him, holding a cloud of green silk on his slender fingers.


    He thought about it, holding the comb, and finally began to move.


    Qiulan has been looking at Jingzhao through the bronze mirror.


    His action is very raw, but he is very serious.


    The beautiful eyebrows and eyes were carefully combing his long hair.


    Gentle and serious eyes fell on his hair, white fingers hidden between the green silk.


    His face was almost devout and persistent, and his clumsy movements were slowly getting faster.


    Qiulan''s heart is suddenly soft and in a mess.


    He didn''t know when Jing Zhao began to learn secretly, but he could imagine that when he learned, he must have a cold face, but his ears turned red quietly.


    He was so good that he gave him a heart without reservation.


    ……


    ……


    "All right." Jing Zhao takes a breath and carefully puts a hairpin on Qiulan.


    He looked at some slightly skewed bun and sighed with chagrin: "I''m sorry, scholar."


    Qiulan shakes his head. He stands up, turns around and pounces on Jingzhao.


    "No, it''s beautiful. I like it very much."


    Jing Zhao just showed his eyebrows and gave a low smile: "I''ll practice more in the future and give you a better look."


    Thinking of the scene of the master frowning and seriously learning how to make a bun, Qiulan can''t help laughing.


    "Let''s go out in the evening," Jing said


    "Good." Qiulan bent her eyes.


    ……


    ……


    Jing Zhao came a little late.


    It''s getting dark. Qiulan is sitting on the steps, waiting for him.


    He changed into a clean clothes, is still bamboo blue, posture is also straight as bamboo.


    Autumn haze Mou Guang Yi Liang, looking at him to come slowly from far step.


    Just as he said before, what he did was to cut through the thorns for himself.


    In Qiulan''s eyes, the world seems to have become black and white, only a piece of bamboo leaf on his corner is shining.


    After seeing him, the scenery around him seems to be vivid again.


    Along with the beating heart in the chest, the blood flowing through the whole body also began to live.


    Jingzhao goes to Qiulan and reaches out his hand to pull him up from the steps. He says apologetically, "I''m late."


    "No, it''s not dark yet." Qiulan smiles.


    Jingzhao naturally unties his cloak and ties it on him.


    "Let''s go." He holds Qiulan''s hand.


    ……


    ……


    human world.


    In the small town at night, it is very busy.


    In midsummer, the evening wind also brings a trace of warmth.


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