The customs here are very different from those of Yang Qing and their famous and decent families. In the realm under the jurisdiction of the Demon Sect, as long as you are unmarried, even if you are in love, in this kind of festival, you can let go and flirt with other members of the opposite sex. Here, as long as you are unmarried, you can choose between feelings.

Mochizuki didn't feel much when he saw the girls surrounding Yang Qing now, first, the impact of one or two girls was too small, and second, Yang Qing smiled like a saint, and most of the girls were embarrassed to entangle. But now it's different, the girls here are already open, plus the introduction of the March 3rd Festival, in the face of Yang Qing's piece of fine pork belly, the little girls all pounced.

So, Mochizuki simply gave Yang Qingan the name of "married and has children".

The effect was remarkable, and when she looked over, the girls who were still surrounding the young man were walking away with a disappointed face, and some of them were more daring, and they chattered for a long time, in exchange for only the young man's confused expression.

The most pitiful thing in the world is that a person of the opposite sex is so good that he gets married; Endure the heartache and confess, people can't understand the language.

Mochizuki achieved his goal, how satisfied.

She ran over to a table, with her hands propped on her desk, and looked at the young man dangling the wine bowl opposite. In the darkness of the firelight, his eyebrows and eyes slowly raised were as gentle and vivid as dark light.

Mochizuki smiled at him.

When he saw her, the corners of his lips lifted and he smiled back. It was starry again, and the dimples were drunk, as if the heavenly agar had been overturned, and the clear liquid was sprinkled everywhere.

This smile greatly encouraged Mochizuki.

In the midst of singing and dancing, she took a bowl of wine handed by the alien girl next to her, and after taking a sip, she said arrogantly, "Uncle, can I show you a good dance?" ”

Uncle......

When Yang Qing heard this title, he lowered his head and took a sip of milk wine very calmly, and after swallowing it, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and graceful, and he was very talkative, "Okay." ”

Mochizuki stood up, cleared his throat, and began to sing a ditty.

She sings in the language of the tribe here, the style of the song is light and soft, her voice is clear, her voice is good, and she sings really pleasantly. It's like dew splashing on the lotus leaf, one after another. The girl was very lively again, and while singing, she began to dance around the young man in white. She dances messily, but she is beautiful when she is young, her limbs are soft and flexible, and she is also beautiful and beautiful with her singing voice.

There were boys and girls around and they began to heckle: "Good singing! "Sister, you are jumping around your uncle, and I'm not afraid that your aunt will go back and cut you", "Sister, come and dance with Brother."

The corners of Mochizuki's lips were smiling, her eyebrows and eyes were full of spring, and her eyes were like a silhouette of a soft wind, flying towards Yang Qing. She circled around him, her hand on his shoulder, and playfully lifted the young man's chin. The encouragement of the people around him, Yang Qing's smile acquiesced, making Mochizuki more pleasant.

By the bonfire at night, girls singing and dancing, young people sitting like a mountain. The fire was stirring, people were in a commotion, laughter, whistles, singing and dancing...... Yang Qing lowered his head and drank milk wine, feeling that this side was really different from the Central Plains.

He used to be in the Demon Sect, but he had never penetrated into the people as deeply as he did now. He grew up in Cloud Gate for a long time, his nature was suppressed, and he never knew that there was such a romance in the world.

The girl's singing, Yang Qing couldn't understand. But he couldn't understand it, the body language, and her secret glance after glance almost blinded his eyes...... Yang Qingren smiled and lowered his head, he still understood.

Mochizuki was taking him to learn more about the situation on the Demon Sect's side, and she might want to influence him subtly and hope that he would accept it. Yang Qing used to be very repulsive, but now after his attitude is loosened, he does not refuse. Changing the Demon Sect is not the only way to destroy the Sect. In the past, Senior Sister Yao Fu Yao wanted to try but didn't try to succeed, Yang Qing thought that it was time for him to mature this idea.

Thoughts drifted, and when she returned, the girl's incomprehensible singing had stopped. She also finished dancing, and was stretching out a hand, raising her eyebrows to invite him, "Uncle, come and dance with me!" ”

Yang Qing sat upright and did not move, "Uncle is old, with old arms and legs, he won't dance with you." ”

Mochizuki: "......" You are old, with old arms and legs? Do you blush when you say that?

Yang Qing didn't blush.

Mochizuki: "Then follow me to the mountain song!" You can sit still, and you don't need to get up and move. ”

Yang Qing smiled lightly and continued to stay still: "Uncle is a man with a wife, how can he carry your aunt outside behind his back?" Still can't. ”

Mochizuki: "......" was waiting for her here!

The people around are laughing and watching the excitement, regardless of whether it is true or not, they are all watching this niece anyway, how to invite her uncle to sing and dance with her.

…… Please stay still.

She glared around and said in a singing dialect, "What do you see?" Uncle is not mine, and even less yours! ”

"Bah ......"

"Yo ......"

"This sister is so fierce."

"Sister and Brother don't look like nieces and uncles, lie to us, right?"

In the sound of good-natured laughter, they dispersed in a hurry, and pulled other girls and boys to dance to the song. Mochizuki squatted down, grabbed Yang Qing's placket, leaned over, gritted his teeth and said, "You did it on purpose, right?" ”

"That's right."

"Brother Qing......" Mochizuki's tone softened, and his eyes blinked and pretended to be pitiful and cute, "Uncle and uncle, there is only one word missing." Jiang Yan, they all call you 'uncle', I'm about the same age as them, you also taught me martial arts, call me 'uncle', it's almost the same, right? ”

"Yang Wangyue and her niece, it's only five words," Yang Qing broke free of her clothes, cheered up, and went to drink comfortably, "It's not a lot of difference." ”

“…… Are you really not playing with me? ”

"Hmm."

"Okay, you wait!"

Yang Qing continued to drink.

Suddenly hearing the screams of the girl behind him, he was called so numb that his scalp was numb, and he immediately turned around, and saw the girl a few steps away somehow tripped under her feet, and the person fell. He pointed at the wind and popped out, and she actually had the time to dodge it. As a result, this dodge made her fall even worse, and she sat on the ground, her face turning white with pain.

Yang Qing: "......"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" A few young men who were close saw the girl fall and hurriedly went over to help. Mochizuki covered his feet and neck, and blinked pitifully at the young man who got up over there.

Yang Qing walked over and squatted down. The skirt was in the way, and he couldn't see what was going on with her feet. You can't take off your shoes in public, even if it's on the rivers and lakes, the girl's feet can't be shown at will. He only touched it through a layer of clothes, and he had a rough idea in his heart, so he raised his eyes to look at this little girl with moist eyes, "You will only use this trick?" ”

The girl's little face was still white, but she didn't care, "It just works." ”

She opened her arms, raised her chin, and in the proud posture of the queen, she said, "Hold me!" ”

Yang Qing leaned over, his hand passed through her knee, and hugged her.

As soon as this farce came out, the village chief was hugged over, babbling and talking, Yang Qing didn't understand it, and the girl in his arms had already turned her head and communicated fluently. You came and went with me for a long time, Mochizuki turned his head and said with a smile, "Yang Qing, I'll tell the village chief." I hurt my foot and I stopped attending the bonfire. You carry me back to the house that the village chief has arranged for me, and help me look at my feet. ”

Yang Qing: "I saw it just now, your feet are fine, you don't even need a cold compress." Rest for the night, tomorrow will probably be fine. ”

"......" Mochizuki was choked, secretly wondering why he didn't fall harder. She can still deceive people who don't know martial arts, but Yang Qing, they just touched it just now, and they found out the result.

"I'll send you back to sleep now," Yang Qing said, "I'm a guest from afar, I'm sorry to disturb the villagers." I'll come back in a while, this guest always has to make the host happy. ”

"You're still coming?! Then, I'll take a break and stay with you for a while. ”

"No," he said, "isn't your foot hurt, niece?" ”

“……”

The niece shut up and was silent.

The young man carried the girl all the way back, and the moonlight shone brightly, and the girl was obediently held by him. His breath was hot and came from above his head, leaning against his neck, and he could hear the beating of his heart in his chest. Completely wrapped in the breath of a man, Siye was quiet, she was held by him, walking on a strange road.

It was pitch black everywhere, only he was bright.

Mochizuki's heart, which was about to move, couldn't help but tremble a little.

She looked up at him, her neck slender and her chin smooth. There is an extremely pleasant aura on him, like flowing water in the quiet moonlight, graceful and high.

Mochizuki tilted his face and kissed his chin.

Yang Qing: "......"

Look down and look at her.

The girl in her arms was really beautiful, swaying like clear water, and the warbler was singing, flowing in her black hair and porcelain-white face. It's small, it's smart, it's bright. The roses are as delicate as they are, making you want to pick them.

As soon as Yang Qing lowered his head, Mochizuki clasped his neck and leaned up, kissing the back of his ear. Yang Qing was afraid of itching, and the tip of her tongue licked lightly, moist and charming, making Yang Qing's hand holding her tremble, almost throwing her out.

Yang Qing said, "Niece and uncle, is it okay to do this? ”

After Mochizuki paused, her legs shook on his arms, and she smiled next to him, "Haven't you heard of **?" How much fun. ”

She found a convincing reason for herself, and asked, "How old are you this year?" ”

"Twenty-five."

"I'm sixteen, you're almost ten years older than me!"

She also said with a gracious face, "You see that you are so old, with such a flower-like little girl as me, you have taken a big advantage, do you know?" You're so much older than me, and if I call you 'uncle', you won't brag about it." ”

Yang Qing was hehe.

He asked, "I'm so much older than you, how much you've suffered." ”

He raised his chin and pointed to the campfire in the distance to show her, "There are a lot of little brothers waiting for you over there, go ahead." ”

He made a gesture to let go of her.

Mochizuki hurriedly hugged his neck tightly, "Don't! I've heard that old men are more likely to hurt people. ”

Yang Qing laughed, his hand was suddenly released, Mochizuki exclaimed, and his feet fell to the ground. She was about to accuse Yang Qing of being so unsympathetic, Yang Qing looked behind her. Mochizuki turned around and saw that it was the house that had arrived...... Did he step on Hot Wheels? Obviously, it feels slow, but it's really fast.

Her walk under the moon, that's it.

Yang Qing stood at the door, staring at the girl who was lost, suddenly smiled, leaned down, and raised her narrow chin, "Ah Yue, do you know?" In fact, in fact, there is indeed a generational relationship between me and you. ”

"Huh?"

"You should call me 'Grandpa.'"

“……！” Mochizuki was dumbfounded.

Seeing the young man's dimples exposed, "When I was in Yangjia Village before, I checked on you and your uncle's family. I'm a senior...... Not only in Yunmen, but also in Yangjia Village, it is also very high. So don't call me 'uncle', call me 'grandpa'. Don't you want to **? Grandpa and granddaughter, too. ”

“……！” The feeling of Mochizuki swallowing a fly in one gulp.

How cute uncles and nieces are! Grandpa and granddaughter are too heavy!

She is such a bold person, she can't accept it anymore.

She was cautious, "...... You—You're lying to me, aren't you? ”

Yang Qing's face was stern, and in Mochizuki's uncertain gaze, he suddenly smiled, stroked her chin, straightened up, and said lightly, "Yes, I lied to you." ”

"Bastard!" Mochizuki gritted his teeth.

She was really frightened by his heavy taste, even in the Demon Sect, there was no such a chic style.

Mochizuki didn't have the heart to fall in love with Yang Qingyue for an instant, so he turned around and rushed into the house angrily, intending to clean up his injured little heart. She had already jumped into the door, and when she was about to close the door, the young man's fleshy and fleshy hands blocked the door.

"Are you okay?" The girl raised her eyebrows, full of vigilance.

Yang Qing took it slowly, "Uncle will tell you another piece of good news." ”

He smiled at her, "I was going to invite you to dance before you called me 'uncle'. Later, when you shouted like that, I was not embarrassed. ”

"......" So, she herself lost Yang Qing's rare initiative?

With another knife in his heart, Mochizuki closed the door with hatred. Hearing a chuckle outside the door, the girl bit her finger - you are a god who can play like this!

After teasing the little girl, Yang Qing was really leisurely, and went back to the bonfire party with his hands. But this time, although there was no girl to stir up the situation, he did not accept the singing and dancing of other girls. Just sit on the sidelines with a smile, watch everyone have fun, and listen to people.

He is really powerful, he has heard people speak before, and he can probably understand a few words. Listening to it for a while now, stumbling and communicating, people can also understand what he means.

The night was late, and the singing and dancing were over. Some people went back to sleep, some were in high spirits, and they were still sitting around chatting. Yang Qing was among them, and he was asking for advice, "My ...... A girl is celebrating her birthday, what should I give her? ”

A few young men sitting around became interested, "It's your wife, right?" ”

Because of Mochizuki's "uncle" shouting, Yang Qing was really passive.

He sighed helplessly and nodded in acquiescence.

His sigh was heard in the ears of others, but it had a different meaning. It's as if Yang Qing was unwilling to give gifts and was forced by his wife. Immediately, everyone sympathized with him.

A man was straightforward, "I just thought that my Jinhua forced me to ask for gifts every day, and it turned out that the men who married outside were all the same." ”

Yang Qing acquiesced: Sort of. Mochizuki reminded him seventeen or eight times a day, saying that she was going to celebrate her birthday, saying that she was pitiful, and that no one was celebrating his birthday. Even if Yang Qing didn't want to remember, she remembered it, not to mention that his memory was not bad.

Brainstorming from people around you:

"What does your Jinhua like?"

"She likes it all when it's fun."

"If you like the text, give her flowers, give her the flowers she just picked in the morning, and promise to be happy."

"She guesses she'll lose her grade. Not worthy of her. ”

"That's martial arts. Give her a whip, you teach her some martial arts moves, teach her how to fight! ”

"She knows it herself, and the level is okay. I don't need to teach me anything. ”

"Send a notebook? Don't girls like to read the stories of talented and beautiful women? ”

"She's probably found more on her own than I know."

“……”

I said a lot, but I was not very satisfied.

A young man was in a daze with a headache, looked at this beautiful and gentle young man, and lamented, "Why is your woman so difficult to handle?" That's not okay, that's not good. Your man with such good conditions is sent to her, and she still picks and chooses, what does she want? ”

Yang Qing thought to himself: That's not true. It's me who picks and chooses. I want to give her a good memory to remember.

The young man's lament inspired people, and a person stared at Yang Qing's face, clapped his hands and shouted, "What are you doing so troublesomely?" Yang Gongzi, your conditions are so good, you have a golden birthday, and you give yourself to her, which is the best gift. ”

Yang Qing smiled, "I'm afraid this won't work." ”

It's not time yet.

The other party was surprised, "What kind of woman are you marrying?" ”

Yang Qing also knew that he couldn't get any useful advice, so he didn't ask any more. He is slow and unsympathetic, and he has no feeling for the ambiguous atmosphere that the girl likes. Mochizuki kept urging him, and he wanted to hear the opinions of other men. But for now, let's think about it slowly.

It's very close to her birthday, and she can always come up with a result.

At this time, Yang Qing didn't know that he shouldn't be so attentive. The more attentive he is, the more heartless Mochizuki becomes.

At dawn the next day, Mochizuki jumped out of bed and found that his feet really didn't hurt anymore and he should be able to walk normally. After washing up, she pushed open the door and saw a white dress standing at the fence outside the door. He stood indifferently, pondering something, Mochizuki opened the door, and he didn't come back to his senses.

Mochizuki coughed, and Yang Qing turned around. Seeing her, he smiled, "Flower-like niece, are you awake?" ”

“……”

After Mochizuki got up, he went to the village chief's house with Yang Qing for dinner, and the two said goodbye. Leaving the village, we walked up the mountain road. Because Mochizuki only twisted his foot yesterday, the two of them didn't walk fast. But looking at the sky, it was drowsy, and it seemed to be raining. So he looked for a place, intending to hide from the rain.

Along the way, Mochizuki talked to Yang Qing, and every time he told him, he replied with "niece". This is the pit that Mochizuki dug herself, Yang Qing has to call it that, and she can't help it.

Seeing the girl's slightly aggrieved appearance, Yang Qing lowered his head and smiled: He always wants Mochizuki to remember this lesson, and he will not dare to shout in the future.

He teased Mochizuki, "Niece, can you sue me, who is my wife, and where is my four or five-year-old daughter?" ”

Mochizuki: "...... You wait. ”

Yang Qing raised his eyebrows.

He can play, and so can Mochizuki. It's evenly matched, see who is better.

In the evening, the two found a mountain temple to escape the impending heavy rain. Yang Qing is cleaning up the dilapidated and uninhabited mountain temple, pulling the spider webs, and wants to clean up this place to rest. Mochizuki stood at the gate of the temple and watched for a long time, and then he was choked out. Cleaning up the mountain temple, Mochizuki is not good at it, so let's leave it to someone who is good at it.

After all, Yang Gongzi is so versatile, she will only add to the chaos.

She said, "I'm going to find some wild vegetables." ”

Yang Qing: "Okay. ”

After about two quarters of an hour, Yang Qing had already cleaned up the mountain temple to be able to sit and lit a fire, seeing that the sky was getting more and more cloudy, he still didn't wait for Mochizuki to come back. Slightly worried, he got up, and was about to go out to find someone when he heard movement outside. After a while, Mochizuki returned.

The delicate girl not only came back alone, but also understood a dirty little girl. The girl was about the height of Mochizuki's waist, her whole face was dirty, her clothes were ragged, she hid behind Mochizuki's waist, and timidly looked at the young man in front of her with a distant and clear temperament.

Yang Qing stared, "Who is this?" ”

Judging by the clothes, it is probably a homeless person, or a little beggar.

Mochizuki grinned and pushed the person forward, "How did you teach you just now?" Call someone quickly. If you call it good, you will have meat to eat, but if you call it badly, there will be nothing. ”

The girl raised her face, stared at this young man in white who was completely different from her own world, and mustered up the courage to shout, "Dad! ”

Yang Qing: "......"

He smiled politely and looked upwards at Mochizuki.

The girl blinked triumphantly, "Uncle, I found your daughter for you." Happy or not? ”