"What are you doing here?"

Bian Ziyan's voice suddenly came from behind him. Qinghuan hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes and said with a smile: "I didn't do anything." ”

Bian Zi took advantage of the circumambulation in front of Qinghuan, saw the sugar gourd in her hand, and smiled lightly: "It turns out that the cat is stealing food here." This is specially brought to you by your senior sister Yuntang, and there is a large bag of candy and candied fruit over there, saying that you and Shuyu will take it together and share it. ”

"Well, thank you for me, senior sister." Qinghuan put the sugar gourd back into the paper tape, and his eyes couldn't figure it out.

"She's right next to you, and you still need me to talk?" Bian Zi crossed his arms in front of his chest and paused, "...... Qinghuan, now it's just the two of us, I'll ask you a few questions, don't be shy, and tell the truth to my senior brother. ”

Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and said curiously: "What's the problem?" How can I still be shy? ”

Bian Zi smiled and said a little awkwardly, "You...... Is there anyone you like? …… That is, sweetheart? ”

A light smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and after a long time, the smile gradually disappeared. She lowered her head, fiddling with the firecrackers on the side in her hand, and her voice was faint: "Why do you ask that?" ”

"Uncle Yu Xiu's eldest disciple is shocking, you also know, two years younger than me, twenty-three years old this year, and we are half of the same family. I used to practice with him a lot, and in the early years I went on missions with him, and he was very reliable in his work, and he was an absolute talent......"

"I know all of this, but I know him too, so what?" Qinghuan interrupted the edge.

"So? So...... He's five years older than you, isn't that going to be good? Just enough to take care of you and indulge you, and he is the big disciple of the head of the family, and his future is limitless...... He told me that he ...... you."

Although the Northern Punishment is a cultivator, there are mostly lay disciples, and only a few people really don't plan to marry, just like the three lords or the son of Lai. Ordinary disciples, after all, most of them are from extraordinary backgrounds, and it is impossible to make their family extinct, so they are all allowed to marry the person they like or marry directly, so many male disciples of Hongfei Pavilion will pursue Shuyu generously.

Obviously, Bian Zi took advantage of this to pull the strings for the shock.

"It's not about me." Qinghuan suddenly cooled her voice, interrupted the edge again, and got up to leave.

Bian Zi took advantage of watching Qinghuan leave, and did not stop him, but only spoke again: "Qinghuan...... Don't be angry, think about it. ”

Qing Huan suddenly turned back, Bian Zi thought she had changed her mind, smiled on her face, and was about to speak, only to see Qing Huan take the bag of candied fruit and sugar gourd and turn around neatly and leave, leaving the next sentence:

"There are no doors."

Bian Zi smiled bitterly and touched his head.

When it was time for dinner, Nanyang, Bian Zi, Yuntang, Qinghuan and Shuyu all ate at the long table in the main hall.

Shuyu didn't sit next to Yuntang, but ran to sit next to Qinghuan. The eyes were narrowed dangerously, apparently settling the score.

"Qinghuan, do I have a grudge or a grudge against you on weekdays? I'm not kind to you, am I? Shuyu smiled innocently, and put vegetables in Qinghuan's bowl in his hand. It looks like a very intimate move, but in fact, if you look closely, you find that all the chicken butts are sandwiched in.

"It's not thin." Qinghuan smiled lightly, and let Shuyu put some strange things in her bowl.

"Sister Yuntang complains that I hook up with people everywhere, but there are still others gossiping about her? Before, did you give her a little report to me and Senior Brother Shocking in front of me? ”

"Have I ever done such a thing?" Qinghuan raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Shuyu, you remember wrong, we have been in the same bed for so many years......"

Shuyu saw Yuntang's gaze lightly, and was so anxious that she stopped her: "Who is sharing the bed with you!" With a light smile, Shuyu lowered his voice again:

"Do you really don't know the situation or pretend not to know, Senior Brother Shocking Margin likes you! He dragged me to ask you about those little things today, so it wasn't me who was tired of him. ”

Qinghuan smiled, and only after a while did he say, "...... In that case, it's over for you to explain to your senior sister, why are you still bothering me? ”

"I don't want to sue her, I just want her to be jealous. I love watching her care about me for the sake of others. Shuyu smiled sheepishly.

"It's death." Qinghuan sneered, looked at the side next to him who was chatting happily with Yuntang, smiled evilly, and secretly changed the bowl full of chicken butts to him.

Shuyu gave her a nice look.

Nanyang, who had been eating quietly, suddenly said, "Light Huan." ”

Qinghuan hurriedly put away that playful expression and looked at Nan Yang seriously: "Yes, Master." ”

"My dormitory after dinner."

A smile filled her eyes: "Yes, Master." ”

After dinner, Qinghuan really went to her bedroom with Nanyang.

Qinghuan walked while silently staring at Nan Yang who was walking in front of her. The slender waist, the long black hair like silk, and the wide sleeves and long hem that slowly fluttered with the movements, like the new snowflakes falling in early winter, gently stirred her heart. The tip of her nose occasionally came from the unique cold plum fragrance of Nan Yang's body, which made Qinghuan feel that just walking like this, this road would never end, and she was willing to go like this for a lifetime.

But it can't always come true, time will not be frozen by someone's obsession, nor will it be rewind because of someone's regret.

Entering Nanyang's dormitory, Nanyang looked around, waved away all the maids, and sat on a chair on the side.

Qinghuan sat down beside Nan Yang and asked, "Master, what did you ask me to do?" ”

Nan Yang took a sip of the teacup, raised his eyes to look at Qinghuan, and said a little sobly: "You...... Didn't you say that after making dumplings, you would make lanterns with me? ”

Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and thought about it for a while, as if there was indeed such a thing earlier.

Nan Yang pointed to the table opposite: "I asked someone to bring the bamboo and red cloth, you can make it now." ”

"Okay, but Master is going to come over and do it together." Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang and felt that the master at this time was very cute, a little awkward, and his ears began to reddened slightly, which was really cute.

"I naturally ...... Nature is also to be done. Nan Yang coughed lightly, walked to the table where a dozen sundries were piled up, picked up two bamboo chips, and looked at Qinghuan.

Qinghuan also came over and sat down, she had asked Senior Sister Yuntang to teach her earlier, so although the technique of nesting bamboo slices is not mellow, it is also presentable. Nan Yang leaned over slightly, watching the movements in Qinghuan's hands intently, and doing the same in his own hands a little awkwardly.

The wide cuffs embossed with white cranes slid down Nan Yang's wrist, revealing the dark red lotus-like scar on her left wrist, and Qinghuan's gaze stayed on it from time to time, so she repeatedly looked at the opportunity.

"Master, you never said anything about the scar on your wrist...... I remember when you were a kid when you hurt your wrist, but I've never heard you say how it hurts. Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang's soft side face and said gently.

"It's none of your business." Nanyang replied indifferently.

Qinghuan was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly, yes, many things about the master actually have nothing to do with her.

Syllable.

Nan Yang looked at the bamboo piece that was accidentally broken in his hand, and his ears tended to turn red again.

Qinghuan got up and walked to Nan Yang's side, picked up another piece of bamboo and put it in Nan Yang's hand, and covered the back of Nan Yang's hand: "Master, your strength is too great, you can ...... it like this."

Nan Yang woke up like a dream, the warm temperature on the back of her hand made her extremely uncomfortable, and she reflexively withdrew her hand: "Don't touch me." ”

Qinghuan's hand hung there awkwardly, and the gloom in his eyes almost overflowed. After a long time, she retracted and sat back in her place.

After a while, Qing Huan said leisurely: "Master, why am you becoming more and more alienated from me while I am getting bigger and bigger?" ”

"You're too old to keep your distance." Nan Yang replied solemnly.

Smile softly and bitterly. She's not as good as the little kid who didn't know anything at the beginning. She worked hard and forgot to sleep and eat, all these years in order to fulfill the original promise to protect the master, she did not dare to rest, she did not dare to play, she drew pictures so that her right hand was almost crippled, and she practiced sword practice until her palms were calloused. She was afraid that she was immature, she was afraid that her temperament would annoy people, so whatever grievances she suffered, she broke her teeth and swallowed them in her stomach, and she didn't even dare to cry.

Shuyu saw her go out to practice swords every night, and she didn't sleep enough, so she couldn't stand it and persuaded her to stop her. But as long as she thought of the powerlessness that Master was so tired that she vomited blood, she couldn't do anything. As long as she hasn't vomited blood, she's not qualified to stop.

No one knows how many times more hardships she has paid in Hongfei Pavilion over the years than others, only she knows how much sweat and blood she has shed.

She did this qiē all for the sake of Master.

But the growth that was so difficult in exchange for the master's growing estrangement. Isn't she really as good as the kid she was seven years ago?

Nan Yang saw that Qinghuan was unusually silent, and quietly got up to leave.

After a while, Nan Yang came back with a piece of white paper about three palms long, and something was written on the paper. Nan Yang handed the pair of words to Qing Huan: "You said you liked my words earlier, and that pair has been pasted on the lintel." As soon as I came back, I wrote another one, so take it if you want. ”

Qinghuan's eyes seemed to be extinguished The candlelight was lit again, flashing a little jumping light, she took it carefully, the paper was very thin, and there were four big characters written on it with good ink - "I Qinghuan". It's almost the same as the previous cross-sectional font, but it's shrunk by a circle.

"Thank you, Master." Qinghuan said softly.

"It should be, a pre-given New Year's gift. There's a better gift that will take a while to give you. ”

"I like everything that Master gave me."

Nan Yang glanced at the somewhat messy desktop and said, "You go back, I'll do the rest myself." ”

"Yes, Master."

Holding the piece of paper, Qinghuan slowly walked out of Nanyang's dormitory. She pinched the paper and looked back at the closed door for a long time.

When the sky was a little snowy, Qing Huan came back to his senses, carefully folded the paper neatly along the corners, folded the thin paper into a small square, and then put it into the bag he carried closely, and carefully put it into the placket of his clothes to tidy up.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve, and it's really a little cold.

Qing Huan pulled out the piece of flowing jade from his neck that had never left his body, and held it in his palm, as if he wanted to get a trace of warmth from it.