In the end, he shook his head almost, "Don't ask!" Jiu Yi's face remained a little pale under the warm yellow tone. "Before you, there was only one person, adult, when I was 21 years old."

This answer beyond Sheng Yingqi's imagination.

He didn't dare to look at Qin Mingzhu at first, and then he was suspicious in his eyes, "Really?"

"Really." Qin Mingzhu was already exhausted. He lowered his head. "I want to go to sleep. We will go out for dinner tomorrow and celebrate your birthday."

"Is that person Yan Jiayu?" Sheng Yingqi asked suddenly.

Yan Jiayu, who could not be in front of Qin Mingzhu many years ago.

Qin Mingzhu lived in Su Garden, a grandparents' house when he was nine years old, and studied Kunqu with his grandmother. It is not the eight classics of the eight classics.

At that time, Qin Mingzhu still had long hair -when he was six years old, he watched a cartoon, and the protagonist inside left a curled long hair. Because he liked the cartoon, he said that he had to stay, so he stayed until he was nine years old.

The day when Yan Jiayu appeared was a sunny day.

Qin Mingzhu was wearing the costumes tailor -made for him at the time, scattered his hair, sitting in the bangs, covering his face with a plum bamboo folding fan, while silent.

The words could not be carried out for a long time. He poked out the white arms from the costumes, overlapped, and resisted with his chin. He felt that the whole person was so stuffy like a tree by the lake and the stones in the water.

"Pearl." A call caught his attention.

He turned his head and found that he was usually looking at his servant sister. He sat straight and hadn't spoken yet. The other party had quickly walked to the front and wiped his face with a wet towel paper.

"I can't remember the words, thinking that it is a bit hot outside, I will remember faster." Qin Mingzhu looked up, "Why did you come here?"

"Come to you, come to the guests at home." Sister Sister said that the guests came from the north, and the family had a close relationship with the grandparents outside Qin Mingzhu, so I came to Suyuan for a while.

Listening to the guests, Qin Mingzhu came a little bit. He loved it most, but now he is detained in front of his grandmother to study in the summer vacation. He is not allowed to run around in front of his grandfather.

He didn't see him so strict last year.

He asked, "What kind of guest?"

If you are a big guest, you may not play with him.

At a glance, the servant sister saw Qin Mingzhu's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Rest assured, it is about the same age as you, and it should be three or four years older than you."

When he heard this, Qin Mingzhu couldn't sit at all. He didn't change his costumes. He asked where the guest was, and ran directly.

"Hey, Pearl!"

The nine -year -old child ran fast, and the servant sister did not catch up.

When Qin Mingzhu ran to the conference room of Qingzuangtang, he passed the window, first seeing the grandparents sitting on the window, and then a high -volume person. There was a short one next to him. The figure, the figure was slightly covered by a high vase.

Sister is not to say that she is three or four years older than him.

Qin Mingzhu walked to the door, opened the bamboo curtain straight in, and said at the same time, "Grandfather, grandmother."

The grandfather's expression remains unchanged, but the grandmother smiled helplessly and beckoned to Qin Mingzhu, "Come here." Wait for the people into his arms and said, "This is the pearl of our family, the pearl, the uncle Yan and Yan Yan elder brother."

Qin Mingzhu turned his head to look at the guests. At this time, he found that the short guest was not short because the other party was sitting in a wheelchair.

It was a thin teenager. The leaves in the celadon vase were lush, and the warm daylight shown in the south window fell on the tree, and the remaining sketching had a white face. He sat quietly with his eyebrows, his eyes hidden vaguely. When Qin Mingzhu called Brother Yan, his eyelashes like his eyes spread out slowly, slowly raising his eyes.

The eyeballs are like the ink pearl in the shell, only one present, and hiding back in the shell.

Qin Mingzhu, who was glimpsed by the ink pearl, glanced at the boy curiously, and walked over on his own initiative.

To him, it was the raw face he had finally met, and he was a beautiful older brother - except for looking in the mirror and his mother, he had never seen anyone more beautiful than the other.

"My name is Mingzhu." He introduced himself to the teenager, and handed over the folding fan with the pattern of connecting branches that he had been holding in his hand, "Here it is, this is my favorite fan."

Afraid that people won't believe it, I deliberately emphasized the word "favorite".

The boy's hands were placed on his legs, which were a pair of white and thin hands, with obvious blue veins visible on the backs of the hands. When lifted, you can still see a little red on the fingertips.

Qin Mingzhu kept handing over the fan until the boy stretched out two hands to catch the fan and whispered to him.

"thanks."

After that day, the teenager lived in Suyuan, living in Qingritang, the courtyard originally prepared for Qin Mingzhu. Qin Mingzhu also knew the name of the other party——

Yan Jiayu.

Qin Mingzhu has always been reluctant to live in Qingritang, he prefers to live together in the courtyard of his grandparents.

In the morning, can play coquettish with grandmother, and then go for a walk with grandfather. don’t want to sleep alone at night, and can go to the window of grandparents’ room with a pillow to sleep. The clear curtain was drawn down, and he often watched the stars outside through the window and listened to the gossip of his grandparents.

Because Qinghaitang was originally built for Qin Mingzhu, everything in it was Qin Mingzhu's favorite. When he was very young, he began to have his own unique aesthetic, pea green dyed bamboo curtains, lilac-colored porcelain vases, silk-colored throw pillows, and begonia red carpets.

When new guests arrived, Qin Mingzhu also became a frequent visitor to Qingritang. He often lay on the carpet, and his white hands and legs were lined with begonia red.