"It's okay, I don't think Senior Brother is offending me. He Jianshuang smiled lightly, the two red tears were charming, but the black eyes had a blade-like light: "I am indeed in charge of her-because, since a long time ago, all her affairs have been in my hands." ”

Yu Yiqing was shocked—it was only a split second, but he saw it—and couldn't believe that a fifteen-year-old boy could have such deep and sharp eyes.

The next moment, He Jianshuang had already turned his gaze sideways, regained his usual light and light appearance, bowed slightly, raised his head and chuckled: "Second senior brother, I will leave first." ”

Yu Yiqing nodded, watching He Jianshuang leave, a little contemplation flashed in his eyes.

*

It took Yan Ling a full ten days, and her hands were about to cramp, so she copied those door rules and handed them over to the uncle who checked them. In fact, Mei Yanzhi released water on her - because, in the next few days, several disciples who had a good relationship with her came to help copy, including He Jianshuang, Qin Bai, Zhang Fan and others. Everyone works in shifts, today you come, tomorrow I come. Except for He Jianshuang, who had been with her every day since the first day he was brought back to his room.

Is this the so-called iron-clad villain, a supporting role in flowing water?

And, is it an illusion? She always has a sense of being watched by cats......

Yanling not only found a helper, but even in the process of copying books by herself, she was often lazy and quietly missed a page or two, and Mei Yanzhi also turned a blind eye and ignored it completely. In fact, as long as the thickness of the final finished paper is not too far from the thickness of the original door rule, everything will be fine.

In this way, Yanling personally experienced the most cruel and inhumane punishment in the legend, shaking her hands and slandering - no wonder no one dares to cross the rules, this kind of punishment is indeed terrifying, it is simply a nightmare of the student days. I didn't expect that her actual age was out of middle school, and she still had such a chance to experience it. [Candle]

The matter of Yanling leaving the sect without permission was soon revealed, and time rushed forward like flowing water, and soon, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival arrived.

As mentioned earlier, the Artemisia Mountain faction is not wealthy, it is a sect that is self-reliant in everything. But despite this, every time this kind of festival, the Artemisia Mountain Sect will still celebrate the festival together with the whole sect.

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival has always been a festival of reunion, the meaning is heavy, and in the hearts of many people, it is even more important than the New Year. Therefore, the disciples who were closer to their hometowns all took leave from the sect and went home to spend time with their families. In this regard, Yanling thought with interest - isn't this exactly the same as college students in modern life who travel long distances back to their hometowns to spend time with their relatives during the New Year's holidays?

For the disciples' rare leave, the Artemisia Mountain Sect also readily granted permission, and only instructed them not to neglect to practice during the leave.

Three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the disciples who had taken leave packed up their small burdens and left Yanshan on horseback. All of a sudden, the population of Artemisia Mountain was much colder. There is a huge sect, and only about half of the people are left here, most of them are people who are too far away from their hometowns, or who have no relatives in the world.

The people who stayed here were not lonely, and most of them made an appointment to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together. And Yu Yiqing and Mei Yan's brothers are good, and together with a group of new disciples under them, they naturally celebrate the festival together.

In other words, when thinking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yanling's first reaction is moon cakes and fragrant fried snails.

The moon cakes in real life are all exquisite foods made by manufacturers with machine molds. And this time, it was the first time that Yanling had the opportunity to witness how handmade mooncakes were made in the era when there were no ovens - yes, she could only witness it. For various reasons, He Jianshuang had strictly forbidden her to touch anything on the stove. [Candle]

In this regard, Yanling touched her head weakly and obediently obeyed.

In the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a long table was piled with flour, white oil, kidney beans and other materials, as well as mooncake molds. The crowd is gathering around to make zuò oily skin. At this moment when everyone is busy making moon cakes, Yanling has become the most idle person, watching their methods with interest. [Twisting Ass] [Twisting Ass]

Yu Yiqing also taught everyone how to make zuò moon cakes at the beginning, but soon he went berserk-

"Zhang Fan, stop and stop, it's not like that, you have to know - we're not rubbing rice balls......"

"Hmm. ”

"Qin Bai, don't steal peanuts!"

"Wow!"

Mei Yanzhi calmly seasoned on the side. Yan Ling sat next to He Jianshuang, and she found that He Jianshuang, who had always been a tenth-level cooker, seemed to be very bad at making mooncakes. At this time, he was raising his handsome ink eyebrows, stern and serious with the oily material, and he didn't even know that there was a little white flour on his cheeks.

Yanling thought it was a little funny - He Jianshuang's appearance was like a cat that didn't wipe its mouth after stealing it. Catching a glimpse of her smiling eyes, He Jianshuang stopped her hand and glanced at her inexplicably. Seeing the cat-like face with a flowery face, Yanling was even more happy, because she was anxious to laugh, and a faint layer of pink appeared on her cheeks, like a flower of spring dawn. Even more ...... Flattering.

Knowing that she was laughing at herself, He Jianshuang was a little embarrassed for some reason, and a thin layer of red floated on the roots of her ears, but in fact, he didn't intend to let Yanling know what he was thinking, so he had to cover it up in a fierce tone: "What are you laughing at?"

Yanling got up with a smile, picked up a handkerchief on the table, and wiped the flour on his cheeks for He Jianshuang, who couldn't leave his hands: "Look, it's stained." ”

Yu Yiqing on the other side showed a look of "I see", and the gossip glanced at Mei Yan teasingly-recalling that night, He Jianshuang personally said that "Yanling's affairs are in his charge"...... He now somewhat understands why the little junior sister hasn't come to pester Yan Zhi recently. I used to follow behind with my face salivating every day, and the more frustrated I became, the more courageous I became, and I didn't care about other people's eyes or my own reputation at all. In this regard, even if Yan Zhi answered her with a cold face with an "oh" word, the little junior sister would be happy all day long, and she couldn't shake it off like a puppy skin ointment. Every time Yan Zhi studied martial arts with him, he would see Yan Ling with a mysterious smile following behind.

And now...... Yu Yiqing said that it had been a long time since he had seen her follow Mei Yan.

Sure enough, people's enthusiasm will be exhausted, especially when they meet someone like Mei Yanzhi, who seems to know everything, but is actually a lump of wood in the love field. No matter how much you like it, if you don't get a response for a long time, you will feel bored and give up.

Looking at the appearance of the little junior sister bravely blocking the arrow, he thought that she was still interesting to Mei Yanzhi. But now, it's clear that this is not the case. The little junior sister has really been snatched away. [Candle]

Under Yu Yiqing's fiery gossip gaze, Mei Yanzhi lowered his head and silently continued to make oily skin, without saying a word, as if he didn't feel anything.

Over there, Qin Bai said quietly: "Little junior sister, that handkerchief is for wiping the table." ”

He Jianshuang: "......"

Yan Ling: "......"

He Jianshuang threw away the oily skin and said angrily: "Yanling!"

Yan Ling covered her head and ran: "Woo wow, wow!!"

Yu Yiqing cried and laughed: "Enough trouble for you...... Zhang Fan, why did you follow Qin Bai to steal food!"

Zhang Fan: "Hmm!"

After a round of commotion, I finally finished making the mooncakes I was going to eat tonight. It's just that those moon cakes have different shapes and many flaws. Eliminate some defective products that are too ugly, and everyone puts the remaining passable mooncakes into the oven to bake, and adopts this method to make zuò mooncakes.

After the moon cakes, it's time to fry the snails. Zhang Fan and others had already gone down the mountain to buy a day in advance and bought fresh snails. After returning to the Artemisia Mountain Pie, put the snails in clean water and raise them overnight, so that the snails can spit out the sediment before they can be fried in the next pot.

At night, a moon as bright as a silver plate hangs in the blue sky. The vast Milky Way stretched out into the distance, and when you looked up, you could see the branches of the tall bare trees intertwined in a silver light.

The mountain breeze was cool, and everyone set up a table in the back mountain, ate a delicious meal, and opened some sake to drink. After the meal, the mooncakes and fried snails were served. Yan Ling came up to take a look, a bunch of strange-shaped moon cakes were placed on the plate, and the few that looked okay were all from Mei Yanzhi and Yu Yiqing. I didn't expect the two senior brothers to hide the attributes of kitchen men.

This time, even He Jianshuang missed, and the mooncake made looked like a flattened steamed bun, but it tasted pretty good. In this regard, Yanling was very enthusiastic and picked the moon cakes made by He Jianshuang to eat.

Seeing that she didn't look at the moon cakes made by Mei Yanzhi at all, He Jianshuang's face had always been a little dark, her ears moved slightly, and she quietly showed a somewhat satisfied look.

Mooncakes are such a thing, and they are already tired of eating one piece at a time, and the fragrant fried snails suddenly become fragrant dumplings. Soon, everyone shouted that admiring the moon on the mountain was not lively enough and boring, so they pulled the brigade and forcibly carried the people who were unwilling to go down the mountain, and went down the mountain in the night when the lights were blind, and came to the riverside.

The river is sparkling, and because of the river, the moon is a little hazy. Late at night, everyone sat on the ground in twos and threes, stretching their legs casually, and drinking while admiring the moon.

Yan Ling and He Jianshuang sat under the bridge pier, with sake beside them, and there was no one else around, very quiet. There is a little distance between each other, but the warmth of the other party can be conveyed to themselves.

The pitch-black river rises and falls under the stairs, and the sparse sound of staggering is heard in the distant restaurant.

"I just learned today that you're not good at making mooncakes at all. Yanling smiled and said, "I know you a little bit better." ”

"It's not tasty. He Jianshuang snorted.

That's because you haven't eaten modern mooncakes, at least they are much better than handmade mooncakes - Yan Ling scolded and asked curiously: "So, is this your first time celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival?" He Jianshuang shook his head: "I also used it when I was a child, but it is very different from now." ”

Yan Ling sighed, and her reaction was very flat. He Jianshuang looked at her sideways instead: "Yanling, I found that you never asked me about my past." ”

Because of his high defense, he has never liked those who cross the thunder pool to explore his past, and besides, his past cannot be clarified in one or two sentences.

However, Yanling was very unexpected, and for so long, she never asked. At first, he thought this was good, but gradually, he began to wonder whether this was "calm" or "indifferent", and he began to hope that Yanling would open his mouth to ask him about it.

This is a very normal thing, when a person has given trust to another person, it is natural to want to tell the other person everything that is hidden, so that the other person can really participate in his own life.

"Just because I don't ask doesn't mean I'm not interested or curious about your affairs. However, I sense that you are not ready to say anything to me. Because, if you're ready, you'll naturally tell me directly, won't you?" Yan Ling said, "It's a long time coming. Anyway, we'll be together for a long time. When the time comes, if you want to sue me on a whim, I will definitely listen carefully. Let's start with that - I might ask you a question back, so don't be too long-winded. ”

He Jianshuang was stunned for a moment, a little smile flashed in his eyes, but he sneered: "Do you want to say that you are a stone again?"

Yan Ling: "......"

In the distance, Zhang Fan shouted in a long voice: "Hey-little junior sister, Senior Brother He, go back-"

He Jianshuang and Yanling got up in turn. With one foot already on the stairs, Yanling thoughtfully turned the porcelain cup in her hand, raised her hand slightly, and poured the remaining half cup of sake forward and fell into the river.

The sake fluttered and fell, raising a mist.

Putting away her glass, she looked up at the bright moon and smiled.

——It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is at this time.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

——Little Easter Egg——

Diary of a Villain

I made moon cakes today, and the process of making zuò is really troublesome, tsk.

Why would anyone like to eat such a sweet and greasy thing?

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Today's holiday, Yanling has a rare chance to say something she doesn't usually say.

She said we'd be together for a long time.

Well...... The Mid-Autumn Festival still seems to be a bit good. Hum.

—— "Volume 3: Artemisia Mountain Sect: Autumn" · End——