The rainy summer is cool, but it is cool and comfortable.

Qianling trotted through the street with a red umbrella and documents in her arms.

The town is full of people, and all kinds of umbrellas form a bright sea of flowers.

The drizzle parted, and the hanging lanterns fluttered over the town, and the hazy rain and fog lit up a warm light.

The long hair was casually curled on the left side of the head, pinned with a small pin, like a short and chubby sloping bamboo shoot. The black lotus leaf-shaped middle sleeves are vividly cocked, and the red tassels hanging from the cuffs sway with the movement.

She was dressed in black and red demonic national costumes, stepped on small boots, the waist was tightened to wrap the girl's immature lines, and her loose skirt was hung with bells and tassels, and she fluttered in the wind in her trot.

Like an agile little leopard cat, she ran through the crowd with a smoke, and there was no sense of disobedience, as if she had always belonged here.

"Next ......"

Qianling held the hot bun that had just come out of the cage, held the umbrella between her arms, and flipped through the stack of documents in her arms with both hands.

She had always done errands, burrowing in and out of various strange areas of the valley floor all day long, and her stomach was rumbling after a few runs.

It's just that the documents and materials sent today are different from usual.

She held a bun in her mouth, flipping through the documents in her hand one by one as she walked.

The documents were all lists, with names and portraits, and most of them were girls.

Listening to Lan Feng, there have been a lot of personnel changes and job transfers in the clan recently, and the people on these lists are to be sent to the various stewards for selection.

Flipping through the documents with her fingers, Qianling tilted her head and looked at the bun carefully, trying to pick out the nearest recipient nearby.

Suddenly, a familiar name passed from the corner of her eye, her fingers paused, and Qianling's eyes widened and she turned back to the page.

Moon?

She blinked at the familiar name written in the corner of the list.

There are still documents to be sent to Xiao Yue! For the first time in the world, isn't the document for Xiao Yue sent by Lan Feng himself every time?

She raised her head and raised her umbrella to reveal the canopy of the sacred wood dome as clear and green as jasper.

Lan Feng is getting lazier and lazier, isn't there just a branch between him and Xiao Yue? Why do you want her to run away so close......

But well......

Qianling looked at the drizzling rain and departed from the dome of the sacred tree, a strand of chestnut hair hanging down her cheeks, and a silly smile appeared on her face holding the bun.

Anyway, I haven't seen Satsuki for a long time...... Strange to him.

The rain and mist are misty, the green leaves are rolling, the shadows of the trees on the top of the sacred trees are paved, and the trunks are wet and slippery.

"Satsuki! Ouch ......"

The transparent ripples opened, and Qianling jumped out of the ripples with the red umbrella in her hand, and her feet slipped and she almost fell to the ground with her face and ate.

Trembling, he walked all the way over the wet tree trunk with an umbrella, and rubbed the mud off the soles of his shoes in the open space next to the house. She looked at her water-stained dress and the still dirty layer of sludge on the soles of her shoes, so she simply stood by the window with an umbrella and poked her head into it:

"Satsuki?"

The rain fluttered, and suddenly it was slightly chaotic, like a fresh breeze flowing by.

"Ling. The familiar cold voice came from behind him.

The robe hung down, and the swaying black hair poured down to the waist with the wind, and the ends of the hair were gently brushed. Lan Yue's toes landed lightly on the trunk of the Divine Wood Dome, and the black wings that spread out behind her were lightly retracted.

Qianling turned around and looked into those clear and clear eyes, smiled and ran forward with an umbrella, covering the top of his head to block the rain:

"I thought you were still asleep so early. ”

Lan Yue stared at this energetic guy with her eyelashes, wiped a little oil stain from her mouth with her fingertips, and her soft voice revealed a little helplessness:

"Think they're all like you?"

She looked at him with a blank face, and her eyes were clear and clear, with a clear concern and longing in her eyes:

"Xiaoyue, has it been going well lately? You don't seem to have been back for a long time, has something happened recently?"

I heard that as soon as I came back from Galandelle yesterday, I didn't change my clothes and didn't go back to the house, so I was dragged directly to the conference hall, and I got up early in the morning today and didn't know why I went......

"Satsuki...... Don't work too hard. ”

Qianling looked at the trace of tiredness in his expression that couldn't be hidden, and frowned slightly.

He stared at the concern in her eyes, his eyelashes drooped slightly, his lips slowly showed a slight curvature, and his fingers stroked her frowning brow: "I'm fine." ”

There was a pause.

"About your brother, ...... lately"

"Well, there's no hurry," Qianling grabbed his hand, and a pair of eyebrows tightened, "You go back to sleep and rest before talking." ”

Although Xiao Yu's affairs are very important, she really can't bear to worry about her affairs when Xiao Yue is busy like this.

He stared into her worried eyes, his lips curving widen, and he said again, "I'm fine." Which one is so fragile. ”

"Lie to you," Qianling stared at his round eyes, stood on tiptoe to get close to his face, and pointed to the blue under his eyes, "It's almost dark circles, are you blind?"

He looked at her, his long eyelashes drooping, covering half of his pupils, and his eyes revealed a hint of evasion.

Qianling stared at him, thinking of something, and a pair of eyes slowly narrowed:

"Are you not paying attention to rest again, full and hungry?"

He was silent and did not answer, looking at her face getting closer and closer, and his fluttering eyes were a little more embarrassed.

"You should let Lan Feng match you with a cook. ”

Qianling poked him in the cheek, with a look of hatred: "There are also maids and servants, all of them are here to do! Follow you around the clock to supervise you, see if you are still honest!"

"That's not right...... In this case, it is better to have a wife directly!" she said casually, nodding to herself, "This saves manpower and material resources." ”

Lan Yue's cheeks were still poked by her, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and they slowly fell down to cover the bottom of her eyes, and the sleepy and weak look between her eyebrows was obvious, and she spoke slowly for a while:

"What are you looking for me?"

Qianling paused, then remembered the matter, lowered her head and took out the stack of documents from her arms, took out the top one, and handed it to him:

"This one, I picked it up for you. ”

Lan Yue glanced at her suspiciously, and reached out to take it.

A list.

It lists the names, personalities, hobbies, and carefully depicted portraits of the unmarried girls of various noble families in the Dome of the Sacred Tree.

Something shook in my heart. It was as if the tip of the needle was going deeper and deeper, and the flesh and blood were blurred, pulling out a long and deep pain...... The whiskers actually sealed their throats.

At that time, the breeze passed through the green leaves, the mist of rain and mist dispersed, and the inky hair was hazy.

"Pick...... What?"

The low voice spoke with difficulty, like a patchwork of words.

Qianling gave him a strange look and poked at the portrait on the list in his hand:

"Man. ”

When I raised my eyes, I saw that those beautiful eyes were hazy in the rain and mist, looking at her silently, as if I wanted to see through the body and soul, and dug out a deep answer.

Moon......?

Qianling felt her heart twitch, and this look ...... Her heart hurts, her bones hurt, and her whole body hurts.

He suddenly smiled softly, and smiled beautifully, beautifully, like a water fairy about to melt into the sun......

But she read in that look bitterness, sadness, self-deprecation, and a shallow but deadly ...... Despair.

Then she heard his voice very soft, soft......

He said:

"Which one do you think is better?"