Thinking that he is a snake demon who has cultivated for 500 years, he actually wants to be a maid, it is the mercy of heaven and the impermanence of fate.

However, he has always been creditworthy, even if he is unwilling in every way, then if he loses, he loses, not to mention that for Xiaoqing, it is best to be able to feast his eyes and watch a play.

Yes, go to the theater.

Bai Suzhen actually came to this mortal world to repay his kindness, and his way of repaying his kindness was also very peculiar - to make a personal promise.

On that day, the bridge of West Lake was broken, Xiaoqing took off the hairpin from Bai Suzhen's hair with a smile, and then threw it in front of Xu Xian in the name of temptation.

Xu Xian is a decent gentleman, he took the hosta everywhere to look for the lost owner, and finally returned it to Bai Suzhen's hand very politely, at that moment, the fingertips touched, Xiaoqing seemed to see the slight change in Bai Suzhen's eyes.

He pursed his lips and stopped looking, anyway, he believed that shemales had different paths, and Bai Suzhen was not a fool.

Later, it rained on the West Lake because of Bai Suzhen, and the dripping rain fell to the West Lake, and the calm lake surface suddenly caused layers of ripples.

Xiaoqing stood at the head of the bed, looking at Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian in the bed, the raindrops falling in front of her eyes, and the singing of the boatman in her ears.

"There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but it is difficult to hold hands on the other side. Ten years of repair can be crossed in the same boat, and a hundred years of repair can be slept together. If there is a thousand years of creation, the white head is concentric in front of you......"

The white head is concentric in front of him......

Xiaoqing rolled his eyes, no longer looked at the two of them, but took out the paper fan from his arms, regardless of whether it was hot or not, anyway, he fanned himself very vigorously.

Paper umbrella, the beginning of all marriages, because of the rain to stay guests, because of the umbrella bond,

In the Bai Mansion, Bai Suzhen pointed to the paper umbrella and said, "Whether this umbrella is sent or not, whether he comes or not." ”

Xiaoqing hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Come, how can he not come?"

In fact, for a moment, Xiaoqing hoped that Xu Xian would not come.

But it backfired, everything was going on in an orderly manner, and the so-called fate was also witnessed by Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen.

Ten years of repair can be the same ship, and a hundred years of repair can sleep together.

Xiaoqing watched her and Xu Xian gradually develop a friendship, watched her and Xu Xian tie the knot, and watched her and Xu Xian share the same bed.

I still remember the day of the red wedding dress, gongs and drums.

Xiaoqing took a few jars of wine to find the five ghosts, and then raised his sleeves: "Drink!"

The spicy and exciting feeling echoed in his throat, as if a flame was burning, and he pulled Liu Yuanda's clothes in a daze, pointed to himself and said:

"Do you look at me, do you look like a woman?"

Liu Yuanda smiled and said: "How come, you have transformed into a girl and you have not really become a girl." ”

"Hahaha......" Xiaoqing laughed a few times and swallowed a few more sips of spirits.

"Then why...... Why can't she see me...... She can't see me......" Xiaoqing pulled Liu Yuanda's clothes like crazy: "Xu Xian, right! He doesn't live as long as me, he will always ......die of old age."

He laughed dryly, pointed at Liu Yuanda and said, "I'll kill him......!" You look at me, I'll be ...... one day will be with her openly, go to his Xu Xian, go to his gratitude!"

After drinking and spitting out the truth, Xiaoqing really hopes that one day, she can no longer be Bai Suzhen's maid.

But he didn't expect the subsequent changes, and he couldn't change them either.

The Dragon Boat Festival incident, stealing fairy grass, making trouble in the underworld, flooding Jinshan......

The overwhelming flood, her undying persistence.

Bai Suzhen wanted to rescue Xu Xian wholeheartedly, at that moment, she really didn't see Xiaoqing behind her, and Xiaoqing who was willing to go to the soup for her.

But Xiaoqing still has hope that one day, Bai Suzhen will turn back, as long as he continues to wait.

Leifeng Pagoda falls, and the West Lake dries up.

He can wait.

In front of the rippling blue waves of the West Lake, green willows are shady, tourists are weaving, rowing the old man still shouting loudly: "Ten years to repair the same boat, a hundred years to sleep together......"

Only this time, only the maid in the green shirt remained.

One year, two years, three years...... Until twenty years later:

Xu Xian's son Xu Shilin was the champion of high school, with a splendid red robe, and the scenery went to Leifeng Tower, and the original "West Lake is dry, Leifeng Pagoda is down" is no longer counted because of Xu Shilin.

On that day, Xiaoqing stood on the ancient tree next to the Leifeng Tower, and he waited for Bai Suzhen to come out of the tower, and every second was tormented.

Until finally the purple air rises, and the sky is full of auspicious clouds.

Xiaoqing's original expectation was a little lonely, a little disappointed, and in the end, only a pair of vertical pupils staring at Xiangyun Purple Qi were left.

Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian......

Now he has completed his merits and is ranked in the immortal class......

The white clothes are eye-catching, the black hair reaches the waist, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, and the dust is luxurious.

It's just that in Bai Suzhen's eyes, there is no longer expectation, admiration, and desire.

Even in the face of Xu Xian, her calm eyes could no longer stir up a trace of waves.

Xu Shilin's team left in a big way, the sweeping monk took the broom and returned to the house, and when night fell, candles were lit in the temple, and there was a faint smell of incense in the wind.

Xiao Qing didn't leave, he turned into a green snake and coiled on the ancient tree, a pair of vertical pupils kept staring at Leifeng Tower, and he didn't move for half a minute.

The aura of the temple was not good for the demon, but he was still reluctant to leave.

His sister is still in the tower, right, he just needs to wait any longer, and his sister will come back and go with him to Mount Emei.

Baek Su-jung is still in the tower, right?

Xiaoqing didn't speak, didn't move, didn't eat.

Like a sculpture, he stared at the Leifeng Pagoda motionlessly.

I don't know how long I stayed in the tree, Xiaoqing suddenly thought of something, turned into a girl, and hurried back to her former home.

He rummaged through it like crazy, and after a "crackling" sound, Xiaoqing finally found a tattered oil-paper umbrella at the bottom of the cabinet.

Xiaoqing opened the tattered oil-paper umbrella, and the skeleton of the paper umbrella broke a few pieces, and it fell softly.

He looked at the tattered paper umbrella and smiled, and then jumped to the West Lake.

The fishing boat stopped on the shore, and the boatman reached out to hold the hat on his head, and said loudly, "Where is the girl going?"

Xiaoqing got on the boat, and he was still holding the tattered paper umbrella.

"Boatman, take me to my sister. Xiaoqing pointed to the rotten umbrella in her hand and said with a smile: "This is my sister's paper umbrella." ”

The boatman was stunned and said with a smile: "Don't joke about the girl, this paper umbrella is rotten like this, besides, I don't know where your sister is?"

Xiaoqing pouted, still unrelenting: "Just go find my sister." ”

"Girl, you have to name a place!" the boatman was helpless.

Xiaoqing pointed to the paper umbrella again, and his fingers slid over the handle of the umbrella, and finally pointed to the vast lake ahead.

"The paper umbrellas are here, my sister must still be there!"

The boatman only thought that Xiaoqing was crazy, so he pushed Xiaoqing off the boat without saying a word.

After getting off the boat, Xiaoqing still held the oil-paper umbrella in his hand tightly, he watched the boatman row the boat farther and farther, and finally muttered: "The paper umbrellas are still there, how can my sister ...... go"

How can you go?