Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

On the afternoon of the second day after Shen Yanbing left, Limingyue welcomed an unexpected guest at home.

She rarely went to the studio and practiced the line drafts by herself under the guidance of Teacher Liu Yu, but the doorbell screen at the entrance suddenly lit up and there was a call.

Limingyue will no longer make a fuss-usually the takeaway brother will appear here when he sends things up.

But this time it was a little different. She glanced at the screen. She was a woman wearing a peaked cap and holding a cardboard box.

"Shen Yanbing!"

The woman's voice soon came through the intercom. Liming Yue frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

——Can't open the door to strangers.

The visitor was shocked to hear the unfamiliar female voice, and almost asked angrily: "Who are you?"

If the other party hadn't reported Shen Yanbing's name at the beginning, Liming Yue would have hung up the call.

Two seconds later, Limingyue still hung up the call.

The other party finally reacted, took a deep breath, pressed the doorbell again, and went straight in: "Tell Shen Yanbing that Xu Nuo will return something."

Liming Yue's tone was cold: "She is not at home."

Xu Nuo's hand holding the cardboard box was a little numb, and he put the things on the ground, and became angry: "Who are you?"

Liming Yue embraced her arms and said in a cool tone: "What is the relationship between you and Shen Yanbing?"

She has hardly called "Shen Yanbing" like this, but at this moment these three words blurted out so smoothly, as if they had been silently recited countless times in her heart.

Miss Xu Nuo got angry and sneered: "I'm her girlfriend, where did you come from?"

girlfriend.

Liming Yue was slightly surprised, but her tone was even colder: "I haven't heard of you."

Xu Nuo was instantly blocked and speechless, his palms clenched, his nails pierced into the flesh, his complexion was ugly.

People come and go in the back, her makeup is exquisite, and she can maintain her last decent look, and she smiles distortedly with her head up: "Tell her, please tell her that I'm getting married. At the end of the year, I will be with Qiu Feng."

After speaking, she left angrily, and she threw the cardboard box into the trash can.

Limingyue looked at the extinguished display screen and returned to the desk after a while.

Shen Yanbing has a girlfriend.

Her memories were quickly sorted, and she came to the conclusion that it was divided.

She was a little absent-minded when she mentioned the brush. Shen Yanbing rarely talked about personal matters with her—feelings were kept silent, family seldom mentioned, and work had nothing to do with her.

She and Shen Yanbing have been under the same roof for so long, but they have never really approached each other.

Liming Moon was wandering and writing, his thoughts flying wildly, and when he woke up, the rice paper was full of countless "Shen Yanbing" written on it.

She closed her eyes and remembered that she wrote these three words to Shen Yanbing on the wet beach last time, and the other party smiled and drew a crescent moon for her.

Liming Yue fixedly looked at the wet ink marks, and sat on the chair with a relaxed muscle.

She took the initiative to call Shen Yanbing for the first time.

But she didn't know how to start.

"Yes?" When Shen Yanbing's familiar voice came, the ice in Limingyue's heart suddenly melted away slowly, and she restrained her voice and returned: "I am."

Limingyue's always proud attention collapsed at this moment, and she couldn't help but wandered. His soul floated up, and there was always an illusion that another person was speaking when she opened her mouth.

She asked deceptively: "Will you like me then?"

Limingyue closed her eyes forcefully, and when she opened her eyes, her soul returned instantly—what did she say!

Shen Yanbing did not pretend to be wrong.

Limingyue asked about his girlfriend's likes, she was pretty sure.

——It makes her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"You are too young." Shen Yanbing was sober, and his tone didn't have the usual smile and casualness.

Limingyue was silent, and when the other side of the silence was about to hang up, she finally spoke.

"I am not a child."

"According to modern calculations, I am also an adult."

Her tone was the same as that of Shen Yanbing, but she was able to hear a bit of unique stubbornness when she listened carefully.

Shen Yanbing finally smiled: "You are in modern times, but you don't have an independent person yet."

She didn't give Limingyue a chance to take the call, and continued: "It hasn't been long since you came here. It's normal to have an attachment to me, but you have to be clear that this is just dependence."

"The modern people you have come into contact with are still too few, and you will gradually understand in the future."

It's later again.

Limingyue couldn't see the word—Shen Yanbing always used "later and later" to perfuse her.

It's like saying to five-year-old Shen Yueran: You will know it in the future!

Liming Yue has a sense of unwillingness to be treated equally, but now she can only obediently curl her eyebrows: "Okay."

She hung up the phone voluntarily and looked at the rice paper on the table with "Shen Yanbing" written on it. The ink marks had dried up. She crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

Limingyue continued to practice calligraphy, but his mind was slow, and the big characters he wrote were impetuous.

She began to draw and do basic hooking exercises, but her hands couldn't stop trembling, and the lines were crooked.

Finally, she got up, picked up the mass of rice paper in the wastebasket, smoothed, and countless "Shen Yanbing" looked at her wrinkly.

Limingyue exhaled a long breath, folded it neatly, and put it in the bottom of the drawer.

Shen Yanbing was originally going back to Bincheng tonight. Ms. Zheng Man explained that it would be better to go in the morning, but she refused.

When she came back that afternoon, she told her mother that she had changed the ticket for tomorrow.

"Why, who can change your mind?" Zheng Man sighed, and glanced at the mobile weather news, "Oh, it's raining in Bincheng."

Only then did Shen Yanbing noticed that there was a typhoon warning in Bincheng.

"Just stay at home for a few more days, and wait for the typhoon to pass." Zheng Man said as it should be. Anyway, there is nothing wrong, where is not a house.

"No." Shen Yanbing regretted it rarely-she shouldn't escape, she should go back tonight as soon as possible.

Limingyue was at home alone, and as soon as the typhoon hits, he could not get out. In case of any power outages and water failures, it would be a disaster.

The weather in Shacheng is fine, and there are already dark clouds over Bincheng.

Limingyue watched the weather news on the tablet and learned to read the complicated typhoon dynamic path diagram.

Shen Yanbing said that it was time to come back tomorrow morning-which made her feel uneasy.

Limingyue looked at the air vortex on the coast in the picture, and felt that Shen Yanbing didn't want to see her.

——She is distracted again.

Limingyue pinched her arm and wanted to change her bad habit.

That night, Limingyue fell asleep amidst the patter of rain.

Shen Yanbing had soaked in the bathtub for a long, long time, and still did not feel sleepy when he lay in bed.

The next day, the news of the imminent landing of a typhoon in Bencheng made headlines. The wind was already blowing in Bencheng and the heavy rain was coming.

"This weather really changes when it changes." Shen Yanbing sighed when he received the message about the cancellation of the flight.

Ms. Zheng Man revealed her mercilessly: "The weather forecast was talking about it a few days ago, obviously you didn't pay attention."

Shen Yanbing was helpless. The weather in Shacheng was too good these days. She stayed indoors every day without paying attention.

The sky outside the window was not as clear as yesterday, and it was a bit gloomy and dull.

Since the phone call yesterday, Limingyue has not contacted her again.

She glanced at the chat box, and the conversation between the two remained in the voice of the last takeaway-she rarely ordered takeaways in this weather. Will Liming Yue cook at home by herself?

Shen Yanbing stood up suddenly and continued to drag the clear suitcase out, put his bag on his back, and brought an umbrella, ready to go straight out.

"Hey, how do you go back now?"

"High-speed rail." Shen Yanbing waved his hand, "I'm leaving."

Zheng Man watched her leave and sighed, "Be careful."

The door was closed, and Shen Yanbing dragged the small suitcase and disappeared from his sight.

Limingyue looked at the squally wind blowing outside and checked the windows of each room.

It had rained last night, and she was just confirming it now.

Or find a reason for herself-she is sitting on the bay window of the master bedroom, looking at the slightly messy bed.

Shen Yanbing doesn't fold the quilt very much. Fortunately, she doesn't have the habit of throwing all kinds of clothes on the bed, and it doesn't seem messy to the eyes.

Limingyue only came in once when she was looking at the closet a long time ago.

There was almost no change in the bedroom. There were not many things. The things on the bedside table were neatly arranged. Only the unfolded quilts and the sheets that were not ironed showed a little bit of life.

She suddenly remembered the woman who came to the door yesterday—Shen Yanbing's ex-girlfriend.

Has the ex-girlfriend been here when she is the current girlfriend? Does she also sit on the mat in front of the coffee table? Does she sleep in the lower bunk of the second bedroom or the master bedroom at night?

Limingyue sat in the bay window, and the rain was about to come outside, and the low clouds pressed over the building, and everything seemed to fall.

She got up and left the master bedroom without touching anything.

When Shen Yanbing came back, he was caught in the rain again.

After Liming Yue received the text message, she waited in the living room. Before the other party took out the key, she opened the door from the inside.

The two seemed to fall into a weird silence through an invisible door.

—— Liming Yue thought it was a long time, but in fact it was only a second or two.

Shen Yanbing smiled at her: "Don't let me in?"

Limingyue immediately turned sideways and helped her pull the small suitcase in, "You are getting wet."

This is obvious.

She went to the bathroom again to take out absorbent towels and a hair dryer. Shen Yanbing simply wiped her hair, without mentioning the trouble. "Bencheng has a typhoon every summer."

Limingyue stared at her and responded, "This is the coast."

This was the first time she encountered a typhoon. In addition to the self-study of geography during this period, she subconsciously wanted to analyze the cause and path of the typhoon to Shen Yanbing.

She also wanted to be like Shen Yanbing, using other topics to bring the previous embarrassment away.

Shen Yanbing went into the bedroom to change clothes. When she came out again, she was completely dry. She finally lay on the sofa in a relaxed manner and saw Liming Yue who had been standing: "What's the matter?"

Liming Yue asked: "Are you afraid of typhoons?"

"It shouldn't be very serious this time." Shen Yanbing patted the sofa to let her sit down. "Are you afraid?"

Liming Yue shook his head: "It is a tropical cyclone. The high temperature of the sea water caused it to evaporate into the air, forming such a low-pressure center."

Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows and put down his phone: "Oh?"

"So, this is a normal natural phenomenon, not a divine punishment, and has nothing to do with our conduct."

Her Royal Highness always accidentally exposed the education she had received. Shen Yanbing found it funny, "Thank you Teacher Li, I understand."

Liming Yue finally managed to adjust and almost couldn't stabilize, she cleared her throat, "...this is what you all learned."

She was just looking for topics and reviewing her learning state by the way.

Shen Yanbing smiled: "I forgot everything after I got out of school."

Liming Yue had a little confidence: "Can I go to school in the future?"

"If you have a chance." Shen Yanbing put his arm on the pillow, looked at her with his cheek, and said, "Have you eaten?"

Her Royal Highness shook her head.

Shen Yanbing rushed on the road for five or six hours. It was already dinner time. She took a short rest, got up and got down two boxes of pork bone ramen.

The kitchen is very clean, the food in the refrigerator is neatly stacked, and Liming Yue obediently did not cook without authorization.

Shen Yanbing poured two glasses of water, sipped it slightly, and motioned to start eating.

The sky outside is getting darker and darker, things on the balcony were taken back early, the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn up, a chandelier in the house was bright and the atmosphere was quiet.

Shen Yanbing glanced at the local news and found that several places had been affected by the disaster.

The two sat next to each other, and Liming Yue slowly ate the ramen while actively asking her about her return home.

Shen Yanbing said in a few words, caring about the other party's state of being alone at home.

"There is no lost." Liming Yue can already go out alone, and will go to the studio and downstairs to buy things.

Both of them silently kept silent about Xu Nuo's visit.

There was another violent storm outside, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were squeaking, as if they were about to be broken in in the next second, it was shocking.

Liming Yue couldn't help but look back at the faintly floating floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Suddenly, the light in the living room went out without warning, and the room was shrouded in darkness.

——The power is off.

The author has something to say: there may be another chapter in the evening, bowing for support.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: nickname 0, 10 bottles of Changqiao Wobo; 7 bottles of learning today; 2 bottles of Qinqi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!