Chapter 369 Meng Ruo Invites Yan Ruoci to Meet Again

The girl who pushed in the door immediately exclaimed when she saw Ci Song's residence.

Ci Song didn't bother to open his eyes at all, and just asked slowly: "Xiao Nizi, what's wrong, have you finished visiting the academy?"

Zhuang Diemeng walked to Ci Song and replied: "No, your academy is really too big. I just went to the West Lake of the academy and walked around, and I was already very tired."

"Academy West Lake? Yes, it's late July now, when the lotus flowers bloom. This West Lake is a good place to go."

Ci Song still had his eyes slightly closed, lying on the chair and feeling the warmth of the sun.

"It is indeed very beautiful. When I was at home, there were lotus flowers, but I always felt that something was missing. When I saw the West Lake in the academy today, I realized that it was missing that artistic conception."

As Zhuang Diemeng spoke, he sat down next to Ci Song, rested his chin on his hands, and looked at the sky in the distance.

"What artistic conception?"

"Master once said that the lotus in the Taoist temple is a reflection of the practitioner's heart. It represents the Taoist pursuit of tranquility and a state of mind that is uncontested. The lotus in the West Lake of the Academy is a completely different scene. It is a kind of The exquisite beauty, coupled with the poetry and songs on the edge of the West Lake, is a kind of cultural inheritance and accumulation, which makes people want to immerse themselves in it and feel the atmosphere. "

Zhuang Diemeng said, then looked at Ci Song and asked, "Ci Song, tell me, is this the case?"

Ci Song opened his eyes, looked at Zhuang Diemeng, and said with a smile:

"It seems that our Yan Sheng Academy is really a good place. It can make a little girl like you become elegant, hahaha."

"What are you talking about? This is called speaking out of feeling, okay?" Zhuang Diemeng put his hands on his hips and looked at Ci Song angrily.

Hearing this, Ci Song closed his eyes again, stretched, and continued: "It's whatever you say, why are you here with me?"

"Oh, it's like this. I originally wanted to go to dinner with you, but when I came to look for you just now, I went to the wrong place, and then I met a woman who showed me the way. She said I’d like to invite you to have dinner with me later.”

Ci Song wondered: "Woman? What woman?"

"I don't know her either. Anyway, she is quite beautiful and has a very good temperament. She is not an ordinary person at first glance." Zhuang Diemeng thought about it carefully and then said.

"Beautiful woman? Very good temperament? It seems to be Aunt Meng."

"Yes, yes, that woman said her surname was Meng!" Zhuang Diemeng clapped her hands and said.

"You're so good at forgetting such important information."

Ci Song stood up, put the chair back into the room, then walked outside and said, "Okay, let's go quickly. Don't keep Aunt Meng waiting." "Aunt Meng? Who is she?" Zhuang Diemeng followed. Ci Song asked curiously behind him. "She is the wife of Dean Yan, and she is also one of my elders. Where is the dining place?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Diemeng walked up to Ci Song and said, "It's in the attic where I went to the wrong place just now. I'll take you there."

"good."

Zhuang Diemeng took Ci and Song to chat along the way. After a while, they came to the attic where Zhuang Diemeng had gone to the wrong place. The attic is called "Yaoyue Pavilion". Looking from the outside, the entire attic seems to be tightly surrounded by a green bamboo forest, and the bamboos are verdant. The sun shines through the gaps in the bamboo leaves and falls mottled on the ground, like a vivid picture of light and shadow.

"No, Zhuang Diemeng, this loft doesn't look like a place for people like me to live, does it? How did you come to find me in a place like this?" Ci Song complained as he looked at the elegant loft in front of him.

"I heard from the students in West Lake that you are a direct disciple and a famous genius in the academy, so the place where you live must not be bad..." Zhuang Diemeng replied.

"No matter how famous I am, I'm still just a disciple. To live in a loft like this, I have to be a gentleman."

Ci Song walked to the attic door and knocked gently on the outer door of the attic.

"Aunt Meng, Ci Song is here."

After a while, the door to the attic slowly opened, and a woman wearing a light cyan dress appeared in front of them. It was Yan Zheng's wife, Meng Ruo.

Ci Song bowed his hands and said, "Ci Song has met Aunt Meng."

"No need to be polite, come in quickly." Aunt Meng smiled slightly and motioned for Ci and Song to enter the attic.

The two of them, Ci and Song, followed Aunt Meng into the attic. The interior of the attic was decorated in a simple and elegant way, and a faint scent of tea came to their nostrils. Aunt Meng led the two of them into the house. The decoration inside was equally simple and elegant, but yet elegant.

"You two sit down first. I'll have someone prepare the dishes first. When Ruoci comes back later, we can start eating." Aunt Meng said, then turned and walked outside.

"Aunt Meng, don't bother. In fact, you can just eat whatever you want." Ci Song said quickly.

"No trouble, Xiao Song. You two have some tea first. Ruoci will be back soon." Meng Ruo said and already walked out of the room.

Zhuang Diemeng looked at Meng Ruo's leaving figure and couldn't help but sigh: "Ci Song, who is the Ruo Ci that Aunt Meng just said?"

"It's her and Dean Yan's daughter, Yan Ruoci." Ci Song said, sitting at the table and pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Yan Ruoci? This name is really nice."

Zhuang Diemeng murmured softly, and then asked: "What kind of person is she?"

"Uh..." Ci Song really didn't know much about Yan Ruo Ci and didn't know how to answer.

At this moment, a gentle female voice came from outside the door, "Mother, I'm back."

Hearing this voice, Ci Song and the others stood up and looked out the door. A woman in a green Confucian robe slowly walked in. She had a pretty face and a gentle temperament, like a blooming lotus, fresh and refined.

"Huh? Someone came to the house today?"

"Sister Yan, long time no see, how are you doing?" Ci Song bowed to Yan Ruoci.

"You are... Brother Ci?"

Yan Ruoci was slightly stunned. She did not recognize Ci Song at first, because in her impression, Ci Song was about the same height as herself, and his smile was a bit shy and childish. However, the temperament of Ci Song in front of him was completely different from before. Not only did he grow taller, but his facial lines also became more resolute and powerful, making his originally pretty face look more mature and stable.

"Brother Ci, how did you become so tall? I almost couldn't recognize you."

Yan Ruoci walked in front of Ci Song, looked him up and down, and said in surprise.

"Haha, people always change. Sister Yan is still as young and beautiful as before." Ci Song said with a smile.

"You have changed, but your personality has not changed much. You are still as smooth-talking as before."

Yan Ruoci turned his eyes to Zhuang Diemeng, "Who is this?"

"Oh, this is a new friend I met while traveling, a Taoist disciple Zhuang Diemeng." Ci Song introduced.

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