"Of course, I hope that Miss He Xuan will let a piece of my heart go down the drain and waste all these medicines. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Meng Qingzhi suddenly changed his words, and said some unpleasant words.

He Xuan wondered in his heart, how could Meng Qingzhi say such words, how could anyone be so strange, and he wanted his heart to be in vain.

As everyone knows, in fact, Meng Qingzhi spoke in a detour, showing favor in another way, this way of showing favor first and then raising can often firmly capture the girl's favor at once, and it is unpleasant.

"Because these medicines are prepared, if the medicines are wasted, it means that Miss He Xuan is not injured, as long as Miss He Xuan is safe and sound, then it is worth wasting more medicine and wasting more of my mind."

He Xuan was relieved, and sure enough, his good impression of Meng Qingzhi doubled.

I remember the first time I met, because of a misunderstanding, He Xuan had a bad impression of Meng Qingzhi, and after all kinds of experiences, now He Xuan has already changed his opinion of him, and he feels that Meng Qing is kind-hearted and thinks about himself everywhere, but although Meng Qing's people are flexible, they occasionally make some low-level mistakes that make people laugh.

"Brother Meng, thank you for giving me such a delicate pot and such a precious pot."

He Xuan looked at Meng Qingzhi's smug appearance, he obviously wanted to laugh but deliberately held back, as if he was smiling but not smiling, as if he was asking for credit, he was obviously very low-key, but he looked like he was triumphant.

He Xuan covered his mouth and smiled, and then said softly with a smile in his heart, "So, this spout is useless?" ”

"Oops, confused, making the spout is the hardest, I don't know how much time it took me, I didn't expect it to be a chicken rib."

Meng Qingyi patted his head, why didn't he think of this, in order to reflect the beautiful lines of the clay pot, he deliberately made a big fuss about the curved spout, aiming to outline the curve of the clay pot with the softness of the spout, and set off the elegance of the entire body of the pot.

However, if you plan to use a clay pot to hold the ointment from the beginning, the ointment does not need to be poured, and the spout is redundant and obstructive, and it is really not as effective as an ordinary clay pot.

"Miss He Xuan, that, there will be no medicine in the future, remember to wash the pot and use it to hold water to drink, don't waste that delicate spout, uh, that, although the spout is a little in the way now, but, but the quality is still very good."

He Xuan smiled and nodded, agreed, and carefully put away this very good quality clay pot in front of Meng Qingzhi.

Because there was a smell of medicine in the cave, Meng Qingzhi was afraid that He Xuan would mind, so he took the initiative to lead her to the mountain.

The view of the mountain is still open, and the dew drops on the grass tips are exposed to the sun, and at a glance, they look like shining pearls.

The vast mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, and a gust of wind blew by, and the grass was blown into ripples, like the waves of the sea.

He Xuan's hometown also has a sea, and when he was a child, he would be woken up by the sound of seabirds every morning.

I remember that at the beginning of my understanding, He Xuan always liked to go to the beach to play, and my father took little He Xuan to step on the fine sand with bare feet and enjoy himself.

But then his father was sick, and no one took He Xuan to the beach to play, He Xuan wanted to sneak out alone to see the sea, but his mother always said that the sea breeze was too strong and the waves were too high, and He Xuan was not allowed to go to the beach alone.

One day, his mother took the initiative to let He Xuan go to the beach to play by herself, He Xuan was ecstatic at that time, and she was very happy to have fun by the sea.

It wasn't until it was dark that He Xuan went home unsatisfied.

But that day, when He Xuan went home, he saw his mother lying on his father's hospital bed and never got up.

Blood kept falling from the edge of the bed, He Xuan couldn't remember clearly, her mother seemed to be holding a sword in her hand at that time, and she didn't have time to look carefully, so she was taken away by her grandfather.

"Brother Meng, I may be leaving Daiguo."

He Xuan finally made a decision that he had been thinking about for a long time, and when he suddenly heard the news, Meng Qingzhi was a little caught off guard.

"What, you're leaving? Alone? What will you do in the future? ”

"What to do in the future, I haven't thought about it."

What to do in the future, this question has been asked by many passers-by in He Xuan's life, Xi Niang, and Sister Yao, but He Xuan's answer has never changed.

What to do in the future, He Xuan didn't know, and he never thought about it.

People are often deterred by the phrase "what to do in the future". After that long, it is not thought out, but lived out.

"Maybe, I'll go home."

Loyalty, filial piety, and courtesy, the foundation of people. Distant relatives are still there, He Xuan misses home, even if that place has the most unwilling to look back on the past, the most unbearable memories.

"You have traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains, and now you have to go back without stopping?" Meng Qingzhi asked, he remembered that He Xuan had said that she was from Kyoto.

"Yes, although I can't do light work, but I am lame for thousands of miles, and it is always okay for me to walk back slowly." He Xuan didn't explain much, in fact, his hometown is in Yizhou.

"You haven't found your sister yet, what if your sister comes back and she can't find you as soon as you leave?"

"If that's the case, fate doesn't let us meet, then there's no way."

He Xuan believes that Xin Yao is still alive in the world, but He Xuan also believes in fate, and providence has its own arrangements.

If Providence is really cruel and jealous, Xin Yao really sleeps peacefully here, the world is vast, the wind is howling, and away from the distractions of the world, Xin Yao should have no regrets.

"Hehe, fate is like this, if everything comes according to people's wishes, everything will go straight to the bottom, it will probably feel very faceless." Meng Qingzhi made words of consolation, although these words did not have the slightest comforting effect.

"My friendship with my sister will last forever, and if there is fate, fate will let us meet again." He Xuan's tone was resolute but his eyes were blurred, he was talking about Xin Yao, or Meng Qingzhi, if there was fate, fate would make people reunite.

"Don't worry, I will come to this mountain often, if he meets your sister one day, I will definitely tell her that Miss He Xuan is waiting for her at home." Meng Qingzhi assured He Xuan, and then, as if inadvertently, Meng Qingzhi blurted out, "I really can't bear Miss He Xuan." ”

I can't bear you either, He Xuan looked at Meng Qingzhi in a daze, and meditated in his heart, the sunset was as beautiful as blood.

But she missed her relatives even more, and after losing Xin Yao, He Xuan discovered that there are many precious things in life, such as family affection, which will be lost when you change your mind.

Turn around and a drop of tears, silent, burning the world, the weeds on the plains, and the years are withered.

I didn't expect myself to be so reluctant.

The sky is terrified, the voice is terrible, the taste of parting is really uncomfortable, and everything here can only be in the memory.

"If you go back to Daiguo, remember to come to Aaron Mountain to find me." Although Meng Qingzhi is not sure, in another ten years and eight years, he still remembers He Xuan who met in Pingshui.

"If I remember, I'll come to you." He Xuan touched the clay pot on his waist.

Meng Qingzhi, if he returns to Daiguo one day, it is only possible that he is coming to you.