The second time was over

Autumn in the Qinling Mountains is a bit wet and cold. This kind of weather is more difficult for a person who has just subsided from fever.

The purple golden glow hung on the cliff of Xishan with friends, Qin Ying wrapped in a thin blanket and looked at the beautiful scenery in a daze, Qin Xi set up a fire on the side of the cave to prepare dinner.

Putting the iron pot on the fire, Qin Xi kept muttering to himself: "Originally, immortal cultivators can't eat, especially dinner. But you're sick, so make an exception tonight. ”

Qin Ying, who had never listened to broken thoughts, suddenly turned around, raised her eyebrows and said, "... We are demons. ”

My sister added a branch to the fire and replied disappreciatively: "A demon who has cultivated a human body, can he still be considered a demon if he is not a human?" Do you think, what is the difference between us wearing human clothes, speaking human language, and knowing human etiquette? ”

"-That's a shemale." After that, Qin Ying laughed first. Laughing and smiling, I found that my sister's expression was very solemn.

Wearing a woolen blanket, she leaned over to Qin Xi's side, and stretched out her hand to shake it in front of the other party's eyes: "Hey, what's wrong with you, sister?"

"Humans and demons are different after all." Qin Xi's gaze was on the vigorous and pulsing flames.

Feeling that her sisterhood was low, Qin Ying hurriedly abandoned Fang Cai's position and asked, "What's the different law?"

Qin Xi slowly withdrew his deep thoughts. Then she lowered her voice and said, "We're not as bad as them."

It's so perfunctory, Qin Ying said in his heart. Her sister is always like this, she doesn't tell the truth when she should say it, and she talks nonsense when she shouldn't.

Qin Xi didn't open his mouth anymore, only put the millet and diced white potatoes into the pot, and sprinkled a handful of coarse bamboo salt.

Half an hour later, Qin Ying picked up half of the gourd and tasted it, smacked her lips and sighed: "It's delicious, my sister will make porridge every day in the future."

――The sticky and soft porridge has a natural fragrance, and it would be better if it could be accompanied by pickled bamboo shoots.

It's just a matter of thinking. Thinking of dried pickled bamboo shoots, it is another bitter tear. In order to teach Qin Ying the five flavors, my sister let her taste a homemade dried bamboo shoot.

My sister is a master cook, and she happens to be a foodie. So Qin Ying didn't eat it, and he was addicted to it. She often takes advantage of Qin Xi's absence to do things that are not visible. For example, digging a jar of pickled bamboo shoots under an elm tree.

Fill in the pits you dig yourself. And so it dug and filled, and dug and dug and The elm tree was killed by her.

When Qin Xi saw the dead elm tree, he was so angry that he was about to smoke, and he even vowed that he would never pickle the bamboo shoots again.

“…… Drink porridge every day? Don't even think about it, don't even mention it. Qin Xi raised his hand and knocked a chestnut on her head, "The most important thing in cultivating immortals is to convince Qi Pigu." ”

Qin Ying shook his head and took the next sentence: "Convincing Qi is to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and Bigu is not to eat ordinary fireworks."

"I know everything, but I don't want to do it honestly. What do you want me to do with you? Qin Xi rubbed the bag on her head and sighed.

Qin Ying was annoyed by her sister's words. She lowered her eyes obediently and said, "No matter how much my sister hates me in the future, don't leave me alone, okay?"

My sister couldn't help laughing, obviously not taking Qin Ying's words seriously: "What stupid things are you talking about." No matter how naughty you are, you will always be my sister. How could I have left you alone? ”

This time it was Qin Ying who was speechless.

Yes, Qin Ying vaguely remembers that in her last life... It was she who took the initiative to choose to leave her sister.

I want to get rid of the confines and become free. But she forgot about it, and in this way she lost the most solid protection.

In the first few years of independence, Qin Xi was always worried about himself. During the New Year's holidays, my sister traveled through mountains and rivers to visit her with her brother-in-law. It's so far away and so hard, my sister never said it, and she never cared.

Thinking back to my previous life... She felt that she was too ignorant.

Qin Ying said silently: From now on, you must be very good to your sister who has pulled you from childhood to adulthood, until your sister finds the man she is destined for.

Speaking of... When did she start having a brother-in-law in her last life...... The impression in my mind is too vague, leaving only a shadow.

Sister stared at Qin Ying seriously, and said sternly: "Your little expression is like eating several seasonings, what do you want?"

"Sister, have you ever liked someone?" Qin Ying also asked with a serious face.

Qin Xi, who was poked deep in her heart, said to him left and right: "--Drink porridge quickly." If you don't drink it, it's going to get cold. If it's cold, it won't taste good. "I didn't notice that I was talking about tongue twisters.

Qin Ying took the gourd scoop, drank it in a big gulp, wiped his mouth and said, "Tell the truth, don't try to change the topic."

“… You know how old I am. When I was younger... I definitely like it. But I'm very ethical, and I only liked one from beginning to end. After Qin Xi finished talking about this stubble, he scooped up the cold porridge in the iron pot.

dug up the secret, her heart blossomed, but her expression was still calm: "Sister is only four hundred years old now, and she is not old."

Qin Xi covered his mouth with his coarse linen sleeves and coughed dryly.

After eating and drinking, my sister went back to the cave to catch up on sleep. So the aftermath work such as washing dishes and sweeping the floor all went to Qin Ying.

Qin Ying put the two gourds into the iron pot reluctantly, and walked leisurely to the foot of Taibai Mountain with the iron pot.

There is a small stream at the foot of Taibai Mountain, and the water is clear and can be drunk directly. According to my sister, the ethnic group has lived on this water source for generations. My sister was born by the stream, so she has a "stream" in her name.

At that time, Qin Ying said in his heart: I still have a "Ying" in my name. According to this law, I was born among the flowers?

Pots and bowls that don't stick to grease are easy to wash, just rinse twice and then wipe dry.

Climb up the mountainside and walk another section of the grove to get home. The moon is hidden in the clouds. The mountains and forests are silent, and sometimes there are birds fluttering and fluttering their wings and flying away.

She has lived in the mountains for hundreds of years, and walking in the dark has long been not something to be feared. Qin Ying hummed a mountain song and returned to the door of the cave.

She didn't rush in, but crouched down to tend to the still smoking fire. The charred branches were in one place, and she carefully gathered the ashes and put them in a small cloth bag.

The plant ash looks mediocre, but it is very useful, and it usually depends on it to clean the dirt.

Entering the cave, she pinched the two corners of the small cloth bag and folded them before placing them on the wooden frame on the left. The wooden shelves are all placed with some daily miscellaneous items, and they are neatly categorized.

When she walked here, she would always habitually glance at the left room where Qin Xi was sleeping.

It's okay not to look at it, it's good to see it, she almost opened her voice and howled - Deng, Deng, disciple!

A disciple with an iron sword on his back is standing in his sister's room!

Qin Ying subconsciously picked up the rolling pin on the shelf, stepped into her sister's room slowly, and raised her hand to prepare to fight...

Unexpectedly, the disciple turned his head one step ahead of her, and said with his lips: "Don't make a sound, I'm just coming to see her." Leave right away. ”

Qin Ying's sneak attack failed, and he was petrified on the spot.

Since she couldn't do it, she silently glared at the uninvited guest. The eyes are facing each other. Qin Ying ignored his pale bloodless face, only to see that his eyes were as bright as flames.

The people in front of you and the images in your memories gradually coincided.

She found that this disciple was none other than her brother-in-law in her previous life: Mingli.

“… Mingli. Qin Xi whispered in his dream. She clung to the limestone blanket, unwilling to let go.

The uninvited guest heard this whisper of pain and turned his head suddenly.

“…… Mingli, Mingli, I'm sorry. A teardrop crossed the corner of Qin Xi's eye.

The uninvited guest seemed to have been struck by thunder, and his whole body trembled slightly. He involuntarily bent down, trying to get closer to the sleeping man.

Although Qin Ying knew the identity of this person, it didn't mean that she would let him mess around under her nose.

Just when he and his sister's figures were about to overlap, Qin Ying said, "--Can you and I take a step to speak?"

His eyes lingered on Qin Xi's face a few times, and he finally nodded.

The two of them left the cave one after the other and walked to an open space next to the cave.

Qin Ying turned around, folded his arms guardedly, raised his head and asked him, "Shouldn't you explain tonight's events?"

I remember that my brother-in-law Mingli in my previous life had never trespassed on the boudoir, or anything like a villain like a flower thief.

Perhaps, the experience in this life and the experience in the previous life will be very different.

…… Interesting, interesting. Thinking so, a smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Mingli fixedly.