Note: Xu Bixiao to the end

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At this moment, Shang Xue's sleeves were left in the room, Xu Bixiao's face was finally not so embarrassed, and said, "You apprentice, when are you going to take it?" You can't take it with you for a lifetime. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Don't talk about her yet."

Shang Xuesleeve has been busy all morning, and his energy is a little lacking, so he rarely didn't straighten his back, but leaned back in his chair and said, "What the hell is going on with you......"

She asked this sentence for seven years.

From the day she left Beijing seven years ago, the Qiusheng Society, which originally left Beijing first, somehow fell behind the Chunmao Society.

From that day on, Shang Xuesleeve's distress also came.

No matter where the Chunmao Society goes, it is always a few days before the departure of the Autumn Sound Society.

It happened to be connected before and after, and it didn't have much impact on the business of the troupe, but every time Xu Bixiao had to come here to mess around in the days when Chunmao Club didn't leave.

Once or twice, Shang Xuesleeve still thinks it is a coincidence, there are many times, Shang Xuesleeve is not stupid, and Liyuan peers are not stupid!

Some say that Xu Bixiao is not convinced and must chase Yan Chun to the ring, and some say that Xu Bixiao wants to dig Shang Xue's sleeves to Qiusheng Club, and some say that Xu Bixiao originally fell in love with Yan Chunlai, so he chased and ran all over the world.

At the beginning, Shang Xuesleeve thought about it and thought that maybe the third one was more likely, these two people pinched as soon as they met, who knows if it was a happy couple?

But from the first time she asked, Xu Bixiao shook her head categorically, and also showed a look of disdain for Yan Chunlai.

In the past seven years, from south to north, from west to east, I have met dozens of faces.

To this day, Shang Xuesleeve has asked this sentence for seven years and dozens of times.

Xu Bixiao regained her composure, and only looked at Shang Xue's sleeves in a daze.

It's been seven years, is she really confused, or is she fake?

The vertical lines on her eyebrows were a little heavier, and even her face was not as good as he remembered ten years ago, since he saw her seven years ago, he saw that she was busy like a spinning top, so tired, and when she started in the Liyuan Guild and the Guangyin class, she did almost everything by herself.

He wanted to stop her, and he would rather she not do so many things, and just leave them to others.

But I'm afraid that once she is free, she will be distracted and think about the ten thousand people he doesn't want her to think of.

Even, he would deliberately be like a child, making trouble when he and Yan Chun came to meet, arguing when they met, in that way, maybe she would pretend to be angry, but she would still smile--as if she really saw two children frolicking in front of her.

However, he is no longer the teenager who didn't know what was going on seven years ago.

He understands his heart, does she understand?

Thinking of this, Xu Bixiao was a little aggrieved, turned her head away from her, and said sullenly: "I don't worry about you, it's just like this." ”

"I'm not worried about anything." Shang Xuesleeve was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something, walked up to Xu Bixiao and said, "There is no such thing as you imagined......"

She looked at the window on the right, like a full moon, and outside there were clusters of flowers hanging on the branches, swaying with the wind, and from time to time petals fell, and some were on the windowsill.

Her tone couldn't tell whether it was relief or sadness.

"That person, I know, I know him, won't ......"

Won't ask for anything more.

Ah Yu is powerful, but he won't use her.

It's an imperial promise.

"I ...... too" mentioned the past, Shang Xue's voice was still astringent.

She just looked out the window, and didn't even see that Xu Bixiao had raised her head, and her eyes never blinked to look at her.

"So, you don't have to worry, it's all over......" Shang Xuesleeve turned her head, and in an instant, a pair of peach blossom eyes full of pleading crashed straight into her eyes.

"Don't say it." Xu Bixiao said with difficulty: "Don't say anything about him, don't say that you know him, know him, I don't like to hear it." ”

His peach blossom eyes slowly turned red: "Shang Xuesleeve, why don't you take a look at me?" ”

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, thought about it, and just grabbed Shang Xue's sleeve: "Why can't you see me in your eyes?" ”

"Shang Xue sleeves."

"Shang Xue sleeves."

He had been looking at her nicely, muttering her name in his mouth, every word so clear.

Shang Xuesleeve thought for a while, she was worthy of being a new generation of Tsing Yi Grandmaster, and her pronunciation was so good, every sentence was like a string plucking, vibrating softly in her ears.

But when is this the time to think about these things?

She thought, why did this kid start to play sideways again, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and she smiled: "Don't make trouble, what are you doing?" When have I not looked at you? In the past seven years, I have seen you sixty-five times, and now there are sixty-six times. ”

As soon as Shang Xue's words fell, he saw that Xu Bixiao's clear eyes were a little brighter, revealing a very dazzling brilliance.

He said, "You remember." Do you remember them all? ”

"Shang Xue sleeves."

He began to call her name again.

There was so much joy in the voice that he had just carried that he had just carried, so obvious, as if those three words were about to fly through his mouth.

Shang Xuesleeve showed a flustered look for the first time, and couldn't help but turn his head away, and said, "Don't shout." ”

She struggled slightly, trying to tear the sleeves off Xu Bixiao's hands, but in vain.

She wanted to retreat, but Xu Bixiao stood up.

His hand stubbornly tugged at her sleeve, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

"Shang Xue sleeves."

As if he was afraid of frightening the woman in front of him, he didn't take a step forward.

Seven years ago, and even earlier, he began to pursue her.

From my youth to the present.

His clear voice, flowing slowly.

"Shang Xue sleeves."

"Seven years ago, we left Shangjing before and after, and the first time we met was in Beiyu, where you sang "Wujia Po", which was different from you more than ten years ago, and it was Xue Pinggui who sang; In April of that year, we met again in Dingzhou; In May, you entered Shu from the Fanjiang River, and we met twice in Shuzhou and Ganzhou, and then you went to Huodu along the Songyang River......"

Outside the window, except for the breeze sweeping the young leaves, the occasional spring warbler landed on the branches, and then flew away again, leaving a burst of warbler sound.

The sun casts a shattered light in the leaves of the old and the new.

Falling on the blue brick floor in this house, he saw the leaf shadow swaying, first behind Shang Xue's sleeve, and slowly moved to the two opposite people in the house with the narrative of neither high nor low, neither fast nor slow.

Xu Bixiao's beautiful voice echoed in the room.

With the years, with every meeting he remembered.

The worm does not grow old

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