Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

The afternoon before Shen Yanbing left, when Liming Yue came out of the studio, she was holding a scroll in her hand.

"I prepared a birthday greeting for Auntie," she was a little embarrassed, "you don't seem to be interested in this, but I don't know anything else."

The aunt she was referring to was Shen Yanbing's mother.

Shen Yanbing smiled and unfolded: "If you are interested, she will like it very much."

This is an extremely diligent seal calligraphy-ink characters on a red background, straightforward and simple, in one go, it has begun to take on the demeanor of a famous artist.

Liu Yu also specially framed it as a scroll that is easy to carry and hang on display.

Shen Yanbing rolled it up carefully and smiled: "I will bring it to her, thank you."

——This is actually a bit difficult for her. She hasn't figured out how to introduce Liming Yue to her family.

The two of them got in the car, and the dryness had faded in the evening. Shen Yanbing half-opened the window, and the wind was blowing slowly. She gathered her long hair that had been blown away from time to time at dawn and moon, and suddenly said, "You will leave tomorrow."

Tomorrow she will start walking this road alone.

"Yes." As the sun sets, Shen Yanbing is not wearing sunglasses, his profile is gentle and calm.

Limingyue asked about her family's condition, and she heard Shen Yanbing smile: "Modern society is a small family system, and there are not many relatives that come and go."

"Does your mother also have a job?" Liming Yue observed that it seems that most modern women are not bored at home.

"She is also a college teacher." Shen Yanbing introduced her to the hierarchical system in colleges and universities. Her mother was a full professor long ago, and most of them were doctoral students who were well-known leaders in the profession.

Liming Yue listened carefully, and said with emotion: "It's amazing."

Compared with Jing Chao, the world is more friendly and tolerant towards women than she imagined.

Limingyue leaned her head halfway, her eyes fell on the side face of Shen Yanbing driving: "Will you become a person like your mother too?"

Shen Yanbing was a little surprised when he heard that, after thinking about it, he replied, "Probably not."

"Why?" Liming Yue was strange—she thought Shen Yanbing was also a very powerful person.

Shen Yanbing laughed softly: "Everyone has their own way. I can't devote myself to academics and I am not interested."

Limingyue didn't understand the deep meaning very well. He just nodded and wrote it down. After a while, he said, "I want to be a person like you."

The car had already reached the residential area, Shen Yanbing drove into the underground parking lot intently, and waited for the car to stop securely and perfectly before opening his mouth: "Why?"

Liming Yue stopped speaking, and Shen Yanbing had to answer the words by himself: "Being yourself is the most important thing."

Liming Yue stopped talking, and did not speak again until he went upstairs.

Early the next day, Shen Yanbing took the packed suitcase and backpack, ready to set off.

Limingyue sent her out: "Goodbye."

"Be careful and don't open the door to strangers." Shen Yanbing let her in, "Goodbye."

Limingyue said again: "Goodbye."

Shen Yanbing took a taxi to the airport. Soon after arriving, he picked Shen Yueran from Deng Yan and bent over: "Long time no see."

"Long time no see!" Shen Yueran took the initiative to hold her hand, carrying a schoolbag to say goodbye to her mother, "I will miss you!"

Deng Yan exchanged greetings with Shen Yanbing and waved away with a smile.

Shen Yueran followed Shen Yanbing to pick up the ticket, looking left and right, "Where is Sister Li?"

"She is at home." Shen Yanbing smiled casually, "Do you like Sister Li so much?"

Shen Yueran was a little bored, and asked herself: "Why didn't she come?"

Shen Yanbing had to explain: "She is very busy and has her own things to do."

Shen Yueran reluctantly accepted this answer, and shook Shen Yanbing's hand, "Why don't you bring Sister Li to have fun next time."

Shen Yanbing was talking to the staff, checked the small suitcase and walked in with the child, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I brought snacks!" Shen Yueran was quickly turned away from the topic, his eyes swept across the surrounding shops, pitifully, "I want to eat fried chicken..."

Ten minutes later, the two sat in the KFC store and ordered a large set meal.

Shen Yueran bit the burger, slurred: "Is your mother forbidden to eat this?"

"She doesn't bother to care." Shen Yanbing's mother is very busy and rarely restricts her.

I remember when she was a child, these foreign fast foods were popular in the age, but her mother, Ms. Zheng Man, never eats these unnutritious things, and she never brought her here.

These memories rarely come to mind on weekdays, but when I think about it now, Shen Yanbing doesn't have much emotion.

Did she quietly contradict her mother's words like Shen Yueran before? Probably not. She always told Ms. Zheng Man directly, without concealing it.

It took less than two hours to fly from Bencheng to Shacheng. Shen Yueran was probably too excited before, and fell asleep soundly after the airflow stabilized.

The person who came out of the airport to pick them up was Shen Yanbing's cousin-in-law. None of them were familiar with each other, and they only chatted politely about the current situation.

Shen Yanbing was still wearing a sun hat in the car, and the sun pierced his eyes without any problem, and it was much hotter than in Bencheng.

Although the name of Shacheng has the word "sand", it is a real southern city. When the rainstorm comes, it almost floods the whole city. When the sun comes out, it will blow people out, and the stove city deserves its reputation.

The air-conditioning in the car had been turned on at its maximum, and Shen Yueran was sweating all the time, and all of his sloppy energy was lost in the sun.

Shen Yanbing was disturbed by the weather and had no patience to speak, but his relatives who drove were still trying to break the deadlock.

"Auntie said that you still went to Bencheng University? Why don't you think about Shacheng and have a care with your family."

Shen Yanbing pulled down the brim of his hat, covering half of his face to block the sun, weakly: "This climate in Shacheng."

The cousin's husband laughed, "Isn't Ben Cheng so hot?"

"That's right." Shen Yanbing replied, this is the truth, but of course it is not the whole reason.

Shacheng University is more than one grade higher than Bencheng University. With her resume, it is not difficult to stay at the prestigious Shacheng University-let alone her mother is a well-known scholar.

But she didn't want to get into this so-called academic circle and was anxious under Shada's strict employment competition system.

Having had enough of this endless comparison, Shen Yanbing chose the more relaxed Bencheng University under the incomprehension of his friends.

——Bencheng’s economy is among the top in the country, and the environment is quite livable. The subsidies for recruiting talents from colleges and universities are also very good. She has not regretted her decision.

Cousin-in-law is a senior partner of a certain law firm in Shacheng. He has a successful career at a young age and is more comfortable in dealing with people. Shen Yanbing, who was not willing to say anything, also said a few more words.

"Your cousin has been working on a calligraphy exhibition recently, saying that she is hosting a competition with the Calligraphy Association."

Shen Yanbing was slightly surprised: "Isn't she talking about opening a gallery before?"

"You don't know her yet, it's the same when you think about it." The cousin laughed. "Since she became the editor-in-chief of a calligraphy magazine last year, she has been worrying about this all day long."

Shen Yanbing laughed, "Is there a time when she is worthy of work?"

"Life, I still have to take care of myself occasionally."

Shen Yanbing's cousin, Zheng Ke, is three years older than her. The two have been in a good relationship since they were young. Later, when they were in different cities, they gradually separated.

Unlike Shen Yanbing, who is outstanding in his studies, Zheng Ke's talent is basically based on art. Chinese painting and calligraphy is even more personally passed on by the master and grandfather.

But Zheng Ke still failed to follow the expectations of her elders. The adolescent Zheng Ke quickly became fascinated by Western painting, and finally entered the oil painting major of the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts that countless people had dreamed of. After graduation, he went to study abroad. After a few years, I went around to gather around, and only came back two years ago to become a freelancer.

Compared with Shen Yanbing's resume, cousin Zheng Ke's life is not less colorful.

Shen Yueran stood in the back seat and waited eagerly to get out of the car. Shen's family and Zheng's parents were family acquaintances. The two lived close to each other. When they arrived at the apartment building, Shen Yuan's mother came out early to pick up the child.

Shen Yueran refused to let her grandma hug her and waved her arms: "It's too hot, air conditioner, ice cream!"

Shen Yuan's mother smiled often and promised again and again, thanking Shen Yanbing and asking about his relationship status.

Shen Yanbing was a little embarrassed, the other party's enthusiasm for matchmaking is vivid, "Don't worry about it."

The cousin's husband exchanged a few words with Shen Yuan's mother, and lifted Shen Yanbing's suitcase upstairs, speculating: "Koke should have already arrived."

Zheng Ke has been busy organizing exhibitions recently, and in a blink of an eye there is no figure. He just threw the pick-up to him and ran away.

Shen Yanbing's parents lived in a duplex building with a spacious interior and attached garage and yard. It was a type that Shen Yanbing could never afford in Bincheng.

Zheng Ke really arrived. Sitting in the living room on the first floor, watching TV and eating fruit, he saw the two come in and beckoned casually.

"Bring Shen Yueran back, her grandmother is too capable." Shen Yanbing took off the sun protection jacket and hung it up, walking inside, "Where is Ms. Zheng Man?"

Zheng Ke laughed. I don't know when Shen Yanbing liked to call his mother's full name, but he respected and teased him. Everyone is almost used to it.

"Auntie is upstairs." Zheng Ke smiled at her, "Why don't you bring people back?"

Zheng Ke's boyfriend has changed from junior high school to another. He has long felt that his cousin is not right. He has also seen Xu Nuo several times, and he was not surprised to know that he came out.

"Isn't there no girlfriend?" Shen Yanbing waved his hand and walked upstairs to the bedroom with his luggage.

Zheng Ke tilted his head back, spread his whole body in the word "big" on the sofa, and shouted to the husband who had just picked up: "Look, it really is divided."

Shen Yanbing walked on the spiral staircase, glanced down at her, and laughed outrageously.

The door of the study room upstairs was ajar, and Zheng Man's voice came out from time to time-even if it was a holiday, she had to be busy with people on the phone conference.

Shen Yanbing's bedroom had obviously been cleaned in advance, and it was spotless, exactly the same as when she came back during the Chinese New Year.

The curtains of the bay window are closed tightly, the white bookcases are full of old books, and nothing is hung on the four white walls. There are a lot of things piled up in pen holders, debris baskets and drawers, but it is still unimaginable. This is a girl’s life. The bedroom for more than ten years.

——This is simpler than the Bincheng apartment where she has only lived for a year.

Shen Yanbing suddenly thought of Her Royal Highness, who would buy many things, everything was novel, and she wanted to fiddle with everything to go home.

She often pretends that she didn't see it, and she has to take the initiative to mention it.

For her, this process of communication and amusing is very important.

But when she was a child, Ms. Zheng Man never seemed to pay attention to what she wanted when she was visiting the mall.

Her mother gave her full trust, but she asked what she wanted to buy and what she liked, and took it as she wanted, without reason or opening.

This kind of trust used to be an important pillar of her sense of security, and later it gradually became a major reason for the alienation of their mother and daughter.

Shen Yanbing opened the suitcase, and the birthday scroll from Liming Yue was put in a gift box. What she prepared for Zheng Man was originally a set of purple sand tea set, but later remembered that she had it at home, so she asked a lot of friends during this time. , And finally found this three-volume collection of scriptures in an old store in the city.

——She heard Ms. Zheng Man talk about it in the first half of the year, and she wrote down many book titles in her notebook.

The sound of the study calmed down, and Shen Yanbing put down the two gifts, arranged his clothes, and then walked over and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

There are some different voices from the voice. After the two were separated, the communication between most of the motherland was the most relaxed and natural state of the two people's chat.

Shen Yanbing concentrated, pushed the door and walked in. In front of the solid wood desk, Zheng Man wearing glasses rubbed his eyebrows and stood up with a faint smile: "I'm back?"

With this greeting quietly opened up, the gentle woman in front of me suddenly overlapped with the kindly caring image on WeChat. The indifference in the past memory seemed to be just her illusion.

Shen Yanbing didn't care about it, and answered softly, "I'm back."

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