Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

The weather is getting colder, and the frequency of Limingyue going to the balcony to visit the vegetable trough has also increased. Fortunately, Bencheng is already sunny, and the idea of ​​moving indoors will not be dissipated.

Shen Yanbing has been very boring these few days, sitting at Limingyue's desk and practising handwriting.

"Push it down, don't need to be so light." Liming Yue stood aside studying ink, "Pay attention to the front of the pen."

Shen Yanbing has a good foundation, and he quickly recovered some feelings, and his neat appearance can bluff a layman.

Limingyue's eyes slowly moved from the writing to the person.

Shen Yanbing's appearance is very enduring, not the kind of beauty that fades with the passage of time, the more you look at it, the more charming, the whole person seems to be surrounded by a layer of soft light.

Limingyue suddenly felt lucky that Shen Yanbing, who had such a treasure, had not been dug away before she came.

It was God's will that made her meet Shen Yanbing, and it was God's will that made Shen Yanbing still waiting for her.

Liming Yue laughed suddenly, feeling that she was really wishful thinking.

Action is not as good as the heart, and hesitation makes people shrink.

She couldn't help walking behind Shen Yanbing, holding her hand, "Take you to write."

Shen Yanbing raised her eyebrows, Liming Yue's palms were already covering the backs of her hands, in a cold and uncomfortable posture, but Liming Yue's hands were already very stable, waving on the familiar Xuan like clouds and flowing water.

Shen Yanbing didn't make any effort, letting the opponent's hand wander around, taming the tip of the pen.

The two got close, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up. I don't know when to stop writing, Shen Yanbing turned around, leaning his back against the desk, and staring at Liming Yue.

Shen Yanbing likes Limingyue's apricot eyes very much. When the mist is smiling, they are all fascinating.

There are paintings and calligraphy of Liming Moon everywhere, and the traces of Liming Moon everywhere.

——This is a life that Shen Yanbing never expected.

Unexpected rejection, no regrets and boredom, some are refreshing, and no longer boring sweet daily routine.

The two did not speak tacitly, and kissed peacefully.

November is about to pass, and just after the midterm of Bin University, there is a sense of tension going straight to the end of the term.

Even Limingyue is facing unprecedented tension and pressure-the results of several games have recently been released one after another, and the public list of submissions will be announced soon.

Zhang Lao let her not be nervous, but this is one of her rare works after the Lanting Exhibition, which will inevitably receive great attention from colleagues.

She needs the affirmation of major events to dispel rumors.

Shen Yanbing was watching TV in the living room. Seeing her uneasy, he patted the sofa and asked her to sit down.

"How have you learned from Zhang Lao recently?" Shen Yanbing handed her a cup of tea.

Liming Yue sips lightly, narrowing her eyes: "It's okay."

It's okay, but it didn't achieve the expected results.

Shen Yanbing is very sensitive to this kind of subtext: "Online learning really lacks some feeling."

Especially ancient people like Limingyue and old gentlemen like Zhang Qing, even if they are familiar with these equipment, they will be a little bit meaningless after all.

Zhang Lao couldn't see Liming Yue's pen and writing status, and there was bound to be a problem in the communication between the two.

Calligraphy is not a subject with clear answers to questions like mathematics and physics.

Liming Yue knew clearly in her heart, but she never mentioned it.

Liu Yu also questioned this way of communication and regretted: "Mr. Zhang has kept you like that. If you are obedient, stay in Beijing."

She regretted Liming Yue's choice more than once, "This is a serious waste of your talents. Have you ever heard a word? Become famous as soon as possible!"

Adoring to Zhang’s old school is not only as simple as pointing and learning. It is the key to establish contacts with celebrities from all walks of life who interact in the study room and expand contacts.

That is a circle that is not at the same level as the Bencheng Academy of Fine Arts.

——In the art circle, fame and background are the pursuit of countless people. Without them, it would be nothing.

This is not a pure industry.

Shen Yanbing didn't believe that Liming Yue couldn't figure out these key points.

Water flows to low places and people go to high places. As Limingyue, he should be more sensitive to these than generations.

It happened that she was still like a casual person.

Shen Yanbing asked: "Do you want to go to the capital?"

"I don't want to." Liming Yue looked at her, "Do you want to drive me away?"

Shen Yanbing felt helpless after hearing this: "No."

Liming Yue understands too well, and always takes the lead in raising questions that he knows is impossible, and blocking other responses with the most indispensable questions.

Shen Yanbing knew this trick well, but he didn't feel unreasonable to make trouble.

She just didn't know where to start with her.

Limingyue lowered her head slightly, and did not make a sound for a long time.

Bright lights shone on the floor, and only the living room of the two of them fell into a silent deadlock.

A little later, Shen Yanbing received a WeChat message from Liu Yu, and only then learned that Liming Yue had received a special invitation from the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts in the past few days, but he never responded.

It is not an invitation to visit the exhibition, but a full quota of licensed auditors.

How precious, Shen Yanbing was shocked to see how much Master Zhang Qing attaches importance to this matter.

She turned to look at Liming Yue, who was slowly flipping through extracurricular books at the desk, thoughtfully.

Zheng Ke has been in contact with her frequently during this time, and the words mentioned are not far from Liming Yue.

Shen Yanbing told her that Liming Yue had received the invitation from the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.

"Go! Why not! That's Zhang Qing——" Zheng Ke had a lot of dealings with this old gentleman, "The old man has a very young mentality, and he especially likes to support the younger generation."

Although it is Zheng's family, both she and Shen Yanbing have to admit that they are probably limited by energy and style. Mr. Zheng is not so fond of teaching, and Mr. Zhang is not thoughtful when it comes to teaching apprentices.

Zhang Qing is a person who pays more attention to basic practice and system theory. His behavior is obvious. The cursive script practiced by Zheng Dexing is more free and easy.

Shen Yanbing is embarrassed to say that Liming Yue is because she can't do without her-this kind of reason is simply unreasonable in the eyes of modern independent women.

Piansheng Liming Yue is such a stubborn person.

Within a few seconds, Zheng Ke called and Shen Yanbing glanced at Liming Yue without leaving a trace, and took his cell phone into the study.

Zheng Ke: "Xiao Li is too young, and more importantly-she has no education!"

That's why the teacher needs to make up for it, and Shen Yanbing is also very clear.

Zheng Ke was brooding about this incident: "How difficult is it to enter Beijing and the United States, how difficult is it for graduates to stay, squeezed and beaten up, and when the opportunity is presented in front of people, there is no reason not to go. "

"I will regret it if I miss it." Zheng Ke sighed and turned to ridicule, "And what it's like to be around you all the time, I thought it was your student if I didn't know."

Shen Yanbing smiled lightly: "Really."

Zheng Ke replied: "Yes."

Before hanging up, Zheng Ke emphasized again, "We must go!"

She went abroad after graduating from the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts that year. When she came back, she changed her direction and didn't stay in the capital anymore. It is a bit regretful that she wants to come.

If she had a firm belief and followed the predetermined path, she should already be a teacher of Jingmei.

But there is nothing if there is no if, and it will be too late to regret it.

Shen Yanbing looked at the night scene outside the window, his expression gloomy and his eyes deep.

Before going to bed that night, Shen Yanbing replaced the thin blanket in the bedroom with a thicker quilt, sat on the bedside quietly flipping through a book, and looked at the bay window from time to time.

Liming Yue rarely sat on the bay window, with her knees bent and her arms wrapped around her.

The neon lights outside lit up the night, and the high-rise LED lights were full of brilliance. Without drawing the curtains, Liming Yue sat quietly with her knees and looked out the window.

It is rare for Shen Yanbing to take a paper book today, and only the sound of pages turning in the room.

A little bit of time passed, and after a long time, Shen Yanbing finally closed the book and looked at the bay window.

"Don't catch a cold."

The bay window was closed tightly, but Limingyue only wore pajamas and sat there with nothing on the floor. With bare feet outside, she would catch the cold if she was not careful.

However, Limingyue did not move, resting her head on her bent elbows and knees, but instead buried her head and ignored her when she heard the words.

Shen Yanbing got up and sat leaning over.

Her back was pressed against Limingyue's back, and her head tilted back to touch Limingyue's head.

The two leaned back on their knees, like two swans, with a different beauty of loneliness in the quiet night.

One person will be lonely, but two people still look lonely.

Limingyue hunched her body and hugged herself in a ball, and suddenly said, "I don't want to go to the capital."

Shen Yanbing: "Yeah."

Limingyue said again: "I want to stay in Bencheng."

Shen Yanbing: "Yeah."

Liming Yue bowed his head: "I don't know."

She didn't know whether her choice was right, she felt sad.

The night was very cold, and Shen Yanbing touched the ground with his feet, leaning on the bay window with his back, and touching Limingyue's arms and feet, and whispered, "It's too ice."

Limingyue raised her head, held her arms, rested her chin on it, calmly: "I'm not cold."

She could feel Shen Yanbing's emotions, and Shen Yanbing could not speak the meaning behind it.

Shen Yanbing wants her to go to Beijing.

She looked out the window. There was no moon or starlight.

Shen Yanbing suddenly hugged her from behind.

Limingyue heard her say: "You are an adult, and you must learn to make trade-offs."

Shen Yanbing's nose sprayed behind her ears, but her words were calm.

Limingyue sometimes really hates this kind of peace.

She said: "I just want you."

The prospects are elusive and unknowable, she just wants the real Shen Yanbing at the moment.

She suddenly turned around, and the cold legs on the bay window clamped the person standing in front of her. She hugged the incoming person tightly and pressed to her ear: "I only want you."

In the night, the moon suddenly showed its face, and the darkness of the sky gave birth to a quiet and soft meaning.

Shen Yanbing freed one hand and closed the curtains, covering all the disturbance and noise, leaving the whole room peaceful.

She held Liming Yue's back with one hand, and she lowered her eyes and said, "Okay."

As a matter of course, Shen Yanbing did not refuse this invitation.

The temperature in the bedroom is just right, and the light is just right.

The hair was hanging down, the thin lips opened slightly, the dim wall lamp shattered light and shadows, and the corners of Shen Yanbing's lips slowly burst into a smile. She leaned forward, the shadows shrouded, and Liming Yue opened her eyes slightly, encircling her neck.

The atmosphere of the cold war quietly collapsed, replaced by a kiss with honey, a little bit of fun.

Limingyue was held by Shen Yanbing, and an itching rang in her ears.

She heard Shen Yanbing's confession for the first time—"I like you."

The still water was deep, and the bone erosion was not enough for outsiders. Shen Yanbing's kiss slowly slipped to the side of her neck, and his head rested on her shoulder.

Liming Yue hugged her and whispered: "I like you too."

There was a sudden tingling pain in her shoulder. After the hardship, she was relieved for a long time. Shen Yanbing's voice was low and her eyes moved slightly: "I love you."

Restrained and enthusiastic, Liming Yue hugged her hand for a while, suddenly lowered her head, and the corners of her eyes moisturized as she raised her head, "Well, I know."

She has never doubted Shen Yanbing's friendship with her, this is a natural trust and tacit understanding.

The warm wall lamp melts a puddle of spring water, and there is no sleep tonight.

The author has something to say: Late night broadcast.

The next day: What is more painful than deletion is the number of characters, and I have been tossing for a whole day.