In the name of array

Li Xiucheng: "A friend of mine studies history. Recently, because of the need for a thesis, he specialized in researching Zhao Jian. He also created a questionnaire for me to fill out. It's just some interesting questions and answers. Do you want to read it?"

Li Xiucheng's memory is not very good, but he still remembered that because he filled out this questionnaire before going to bed that night, he dreamed of Zhao Jian while sleeping, and what was even more weird was that Zhao Jian's face in the dream was exactly the same as Zhao Jie in front of him.

Zhao Jie raised his eyebrows slightly: "Send me."

Li Xiucheng found the link and sent it to Zhao Jie.

The title is simplified: 50 questions about Zhao Jian's life.

Zhao Jie clicked on the link, first of all is some introductions of Zhao Jian's life.

Zhao Jie directly skipped and looked down.

The first question is: Zhao Jian is full of talent and economics. He was originally the most prestigious student who won the three yuan and the first prize in that session of Chunwei, but he gave up participating in Chunwei on the eve of reference. What do you think caused him to give up participating in Chunwei?

A: Self-willed, I want to try what kind of experience it is like "a high school student who gave up his studies and wants to go back to the countryside to develop a scientific research career"

B: I saw through and was tired of the partisanship in the court at that time.

C: It is predicted that the court will collapse in the next 5 years, and I have made a plan to assist the new emperor.

The link that Li Xiucheng sent to Zhao Jie was the original link that Fang Xu sent him, and there was no answer given by Li Xiucheng.

Zhao Jie scratched the end of his eyebrows and asked, "What did you choose for the first question?"

Li Xiucheng answered without hesitation: "A"

Zhao Jie: "..."

It's quite interesting...

Li Xiucheng looked at Zhao Jie with great interest and said, "You fill it out too, and I'll send it to my friends together when the time comes."

Zhao Jie clicked B with a complicated expression.

Zhao Jie scrolled down, pointed to one of the short-answer questions and asked Li Xiucheng: "The great inventor and politician in history, Zhao Jian, and the founding queen Li Xiwei jointly developed a strong ship and a sharp gun. *, what is the reason why you disappeared without a trace after conquering the border countries and opening the prosperity of the morning?——How did you answer?"

Li Xiucheng remembered the unofficial history that Fang Xu told him, and said: "I will answer this question, because Zhao Jian loves Li Xiwei deeply, but the relationship between the emperor and the empress is as deep as the ocean. In the days when I was fed dog food every day, I finally decided to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."

Zhao Jie: "..."

you will be lonely...

If someone asked him now, what would it be like to study his own quiz?

At this moment, he felt that he didn't dare to think about anything.

Zhao Jie resisted the desire to swear, threw the phone aside, and said to Li Cheng, "Come with me."

Zhao Jie led Li Xiucheng through the living room and came to a guest bedroom with a balcony. The style of the bedroom is also Chinese, with white walls and wooden doors and windows. The gauze bed curtains are hung on both sides by hooks. There is no extra decoration in the room, and the overall look is comfortable and tidy.

The bathroom in the guest bedroom was partitioned off by a screen. Zhao Jie took out a set of clean home clothes from the closet and handed it to Li Xiucheng, saying, "There are only two bedrooms here, and Zhao Ye lives in this one when he occasionally stays here. , but don’t worry, the bedding has been changed.”

Li Xiucheng opened and closed his mouth after taking the home clothes.

Zhao Jie saw his faltering: "What?"

Li Xiucheng: "The home clothes he wore?"

Zhao Jie laughed: "Washed."

Li Xiucheng pursed his lips and said nothing.In fact, it's not that he dislikes the home clothes worn by others, but because he doesn't wear underwear.

Who carries clean underwear with them?

Zhao Jie must have a dryer at home, but it also takes time to dry it, so that means that during this period of time, Li Xiucheng has to hang up and wear clothes worn by others.

Even if it was washed, Li Xiucheng's face was full of rejection.

Straight men may not understand this rejection.

really.

Zhao Jie clicked his tongue lightly, turned and left the bedroom.

Li Xiucheng put the clothes on the bedside, thinking whether he should go back to Hexin or not, Li Qun should have left by now.

Li Xiucheng struggled for a while, and finally decided to leave. After he had thought up his words, he walked out of the bedroom, and saw Zhao Jie walking towards him with another set of clothes and towels in his hands, and handed them to him: "This, the new one. , unworn, washed."

Li Xiucheng: "..."

Wishful, but there is a kind of embarrassment of being seen through.

Li Xiucheng took the clothes and went back to the bedroom without saying anything.

After taking a shower, Li Xiucheng wiped his hair with a towel, looked around the bathroom in the guest bedroom, and found no hair dryer as far as he could see, so he hung the towel around his neck and left the room.

Zhao Xie was no longer in the living room. He thought for a while and went back to the bedroom. After a while, there was a knock on the bedroom door. When Li Xiucheng opened the door, he saw Zhao Xie holding the hair dryer he was looking for.

Zhao Jie: "Blow dry your hair before going to sleep."

Li Xiucheng took it to thank him, and after drying his hair, Li Xiucheng went to return the hair dryer.

Zhao Jie was still not in the living room. Li Xiucheng heard the sound of water coming from another part of the room, thinking that Zhao Jie should take a bath in his room at this time.

He put the hair dryer in a conspicuous place, and looked at the decoration and layout of the house again. Looking from the wooden dining table to the sofa seating area, he could instantly grasp the sense of axisymmetric ritual in the entire space.

The decorative paintings hanging on the walls are all mysterious classical scrolls, and the wooden fence trim embedded in the cloth wall panels exudes a soft texture.

There is a closed door next to the collection cabinet I saw earlier.

He walked to the antique collection cabinet and carefully looked at the two swords.He noticed it as soon as he entered the door, just because he was too embarrassed to ask under the circumstances at that time.

These two swords are supported by a wooden base. The scabbard looks to be made of ebony wood. The sword mark, guard ring and the mouth of the sheath are all wrapped in copper rings. The complicated patterns on them show its quality. The hilt is black but looks There is no material, and the animal face pattern on the gauntlet emits a faint cold light under the light of the collection cabinet.

The two swords are the same size, only the animal face pattern on the gauntlet is slightly different.

Li Xiucheng looked at the other ornaments on the collection cabinet again. The candlesticks were of a special style, with an exotic style.

In the grid next to the candlestick is a thin-bodied jasper wine jug. There is no pattern on the surface of the pot, only the handle is carved with a branch pattern.A pottery xun and a jade flute are placed in a velvet box.

In the grid next to it is a fan with carved bamboo flowers, and in the middle of the collection cabinet is a white jade hairpin which is displayed separately.

Li Xiucheng looked at this white jade hairpin, and a winding path under the shade of lush trees suddenly appeared in his mind.

There is a wooden courtyard in the bamboo forest at the end of the path. Under the windows in the courtyard, there is a clear stream flowing along the porch and falling into the crevices of the stones. The splendor of spring is scattered from the gaps in the bamboo leaves, and scattered on the ground through the window lattices. In the silk clothes.

Someone was stepping on the fine light and shadow with bare feet, brushing away the black hair sticking to his face due to sweat or other stickiness, and he was holding a white jade hairpin in his hand.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Xie's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and Li Xiucheng turned around suddenly in shock, his panicked eyes met Zhao Xie's deep gaze.

Zhao Jie, who had just finished taking a shower, was naked, and the broken hair on his forehead was still dripping water. He saw Zhao Jie stretching out his hand towards him, as if brushing away the black hair for him, his figure suddenly became clear. jumping wildly.

Zhao Jie raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Haven't you recovered yet?"

Something exploded in his mind with a bang, and the scorching heat burned his face red. He seemed to be a body without a soul, and the words he said were completely out of the control of his brain: "You, Why don't you wear clothes?"

Zhao Jie smiled, and looked down at himself in the bath towel: "Isn't this what you're wearing?"

Li Xiucheng followed Zhao Xie's gaze and saw that the water stains on Zhao Xie's body hadn't been completely wiped off. A voice in his mind shouted to him through the heavy heartbeat: "Run!"

But the legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they couldn't move a step.

He took a deep breath to pretend to be calm, and glanced at the hair dryer that he had placed in a conspicuous place, like a drowning person who saw the straw to save his life, and said, "Then what, where is the hair dryer."

Zhao Jie turned his head and saw the hair dryer that Li Xiucheng put on the locker, so he turned around to get the hair dryer.

Li Xiucheng let out a long breath, went to the sofa and picked up the book "The Minutes of Dazhao" that Zhao Jie gave him, and said to Zhao Jie who was drying his hair in the guest bathroom: "I'm going back to my room, good night."

Li Xiucheng hurried back to the room, fearing that Zhao Jie would hear his frantic heartbeat that couldn't be covered by the hum of the hair dryer if it was a second late.

He didn't know that as soon as he returned to the room, Zhao Jie stopped blowing his hair, leaned against the door frame of the guest bathroom, and stared at the door of Li Xiucheng's bedroom with complicated eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

There is a wooden oval clock on the disposal shelf in the living room. The slightly long pointer walked quietly for half a circle in Zhao Xie's motionless posture. Only then did Zhao Xie turn and leave and entered the bedroom.

Not long after, Zhao Jie, who was wearing home clothes, came out of the bedroom again and walked towards the collection cabinet that Li Xiucheng was looking at.

Zhao Xie stood in front of the collection cabinet for a while, staring at the white jade hairpin that Li Xiucheng had been looking at before.

If someone was by Zhao Xie's side at this time, they would be surprised by the fascination and sadness in Zhao Xie's eyes.

Zhao Jie raised his hand, as if he wanted to reach for the hairpin placed in the middle of the collection cabinet, and then hung down powerlessly in mid-air.

Then he turned around and walked to the side of the collection cabinet, opened the closed door and walked in. Through the opened door, he could vaguely see that what Zhao Jie walked in was a study room. With many portraits.

As Zhao Xie closed the door, before he had time to see the characters on the screen, they were all hidden behind the door, and disappeared together with Zhao Xie's back.

After Li Xiucheng returned to the bedroom, he still couldn't calm down for a long time. He lay in the soft bed and analyzed his heart. The "dream man" who had been with him for many years turned into the appearance of Zhao Jie in "**".

Is he crazy?

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The next morning, Li Xiucheng woke up again from his dream.

He sat on the bed and recalled the dream. In the dream, 'Zhao Jie' was playing with him in the bamboo forest covered by thin snow. He held Tao Xun in his hand and played a low and melodious tune jerky.

'Zhao Jie' sat on the bluestone, holding the jade flute impressively in his hand, when he was unable to continue the piece due to his lack of technique, there was a melancholy sound of the flute blowing slowly and smoothly and naturally with his Xun The sound blends perfectly.

The slightly bleak piece became affectionate under the ensemble of the two, and the thin snow on the bamboo leaves quietly melted.