They are no more, like their masters, and now they talk and laugh.

Cui Ye knew that Feng Jiu Ge was coming back and took out his own specialty dishes. After a meal, they enjoyed the same treatment as the emperor in the palace, at least the princes and nobles.

Cuiye knew that the date with Feng Jiu Ge was tonight, although it was a night chat, but it couldn't delay Feng Jiu Ge's normal work and rest time, so she got a thing done, sat on the roof with Feng Jiu Ge, and told her wonderful love story.

They talked about late at night, if Cui Ye Cheng had time in the future, he would definitely take him to meet Shangfeng Jiuge, but he was out of business now and was no longer here, so there was no way.

At the end of the song, after they finished chatting about this topic, Cuiye went back, and she had to get up early tomorrow, Feng Jiu Ge told Cuiye that she would sit on it for a while, so that she could go back first, and she didn't have to accompany her.

Feng Jiu Ge remembered the good times she spent with Long Zhantian in the Warcraft Forest in the past few days, although she encountered a lot of things during the period, and every time she was sweet, these made her and Long Zhantian's relationship, or the distance a lot closer.

The two get along day and night, allowing Feng Jiu Ge to experience his sweet past with Ou Baihao. Because Feng Jiu Ge knew that it was because he was with Long Zhantian, the sweetness at this time reminded him of his own bits and pieces of Ou Baihao and himself in modern times.

Looking at the bright starry sky, Feng Jiu Ge thought of Ou Baihao who was far away in modern times, what was he doing at this time, maybe he should ask if he still remembered that there was such a person as her, and remembered his first love.

People say that the first love is unforgettable, when he said goodbye, he didn't leave a little to disappear, whether he looked for himself, whether he still insisted on himself, and didn't like others. These Feng Jiu Ge didn't dare to ask for extravagance, and now Feng Jiu Ge only hoped that he could live well when he was far away.

For Feng Jiuge, Ou Baihao is the lost beauty, and he will not forget it. However, in this situation, I am a person in this era and this space, so I have to think that the people in this space are the right choice.

"I don't know what Zhan Tian is doing now?" Feng Jiu Ge muttered to herself, but there was silence in response, "It's late at night, it's time to go back." Feng Jiu Ge jumped to the ground, and went back to his room to rest.

The next day, Yan Zijiao got up for a long time, and he didn't see Feng Jiuge's figure, and when the sun was exposed to three poles, Yan Zijiao usually didn't see Feng Jiuge sleeping lazily like this, and he didn't know what was going on, so he went to Feng Jiuge's room.

"Knock knock, Jiuge, are you awake?" Yan Zijiao whispered, disturbing people's dreams, if Jiu Ge starts a temper, he will suffer.

"Nonsense, by the time we finish eating, the one who hasn't woken up is a pig." Saying that, Feng Jiu Ge opened the door, leaned against the door, and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"It turns out that you have woken up and stayed in the room alone. Isn't it stuffy? Yan Zijiao didn't believe that Feng Jiu Ge was a person who could stay in the room, this didn't seem to be Feng Jiu Ge's character.

"It's boring, but there's no way, for the sake of my grand cause, it's a bit of a sacrifice. By the way, do you have time in the afternoon, I have something to ask you for help with. I haven't done it yet, but when I'm done, I'll go find you. ”

"Okay, you get busy first, I won't bother you. I've pretty much packed up my stuff and everything, and it's fine! Yan Zijiao was about to turn around and leave, but Feng Jiu Ge stopped him.

"That's right, Zijiao, I'll ask Cuiye to bring the lunch to my room, and I'll solve it in the room at noon."

"Okay, don't get tired. I'll ask Cuiye to add vegetables to you. Yan Zijiao was a little distressed, but he didn't know what Feng Jiu Ge was going to do. Feng Jiu Ge didn't say anything, and Yan Zijiao didn't ask, this was already a tacit understanding between them.

"Hmm" Feng Jiu Ge dealt with Yan Zijiao with a tone word, closed the door, and devoted himself to his own creation, in fact, the first draft of the magic flute has come out, but Feng Jiu Ge always feels that something is missing, since he wants to do it, he must be perfect. Anyway, I'm too idle now, and it's good to find something to keep myself busy.

Feng Jiu Ge is not a person who can play the flute, as a modern mercenary, Feng Jiu Ge will not be so poetic at all, he can only dance the sword and not make ink. So qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, Feng Jiuge is not good at all.

Therefore, when Feng Jiuge drew his magic flute, he asked to be able to hold down the other three holes, one of which can make a sound, and the tone of each hole is different, there are only four holes in total, which is more convenient to use.

Feng Jiu Ge thought to himself: "When the time comes, I must discuss with Zijiao how to make a sound with four holes." ”

The preliminary appearance is done, Feng Jiu Ge is drawing the pattern, because it is used to summon the 'Fire Phoenix', and the "Phoenix Song" is played together, so Feng Jiu Ge drew a phoenix to correspond.

"Knock knock, miss, the meal is here, may I come in?" Cuiye was talking to Feng Jiu Ge outside the door, afraid of disturbing Feng Jiu Ge, but Feng Jiu Ge never responded to Cui Ye.

Seeing that the door was not locked, Cuiye gently pushed it open, and saw Feng Jiuge lying on the table and falling asleep, Cuiye approached, put the things on the table aside, and made room to put the plate on the table.

When Cui Ye was about to put away Feng Jiu Ge's drawings, Feng Jiu Ge's hand suddenly grabbed Cui Ye's hand, and then he woke up, "I dare to touch my things, I don't want to live!" ”

This is Feng Jiuge's conditioned reflex, which has been practiced over the years, even if he is asleep, he still maintains a high degree of alertness and sensitivity to his surroundings. So Cuiye's hand was only grabbed by Feng Jiuge.

"Miss, it's me, Cuiye, you scratched me."

When I looked up, it turned out to be Cuiye, and I quickly let go of my hand, and then said with a smile: "Haha, I'm sorry, I hurt you." It's a habit, and I can't change it. Don't move my things next time, or I'm afraid I don't know what action I'll make next time, and it's not good to hurt you. ”

As he spoke, Feng Jiu Ge carefully talked about his drawings, connected the discarded manuscript papers, and then walked to the bedside and put away the drawings, very precious.

Seeing that Feng Jiu Ge was so carefully put away, Cui Ye also knew that it was an important thing, so she didn't ask Feng Jiu Ge what it was, "Miss, hurry up and eat, otherwise it will be cold." ”

"Well, it's really fragrant, our family's cuiye craftsmanship is good, and we have raised our mouths, it seems that we will slowly get used to cooking rice without cuiye for us in the future!" Saying that, Feng Jiu Ge shook his head with a hint of pity, and Cui Ye couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"Miss, when did you become so sentimental, Cuiye is really not used to it. Besides, my craftsmanship is just average, how can I raise your mouth, Miss loves to laugh the most. ”

"Okay, let's go eat too, you won't have to collect the plate for a while, you will make a pot of tea, and then collect it together!"

"Yes, Miss. I came over after a stick of incense, and the tea was just right at that time. After Cuiye finished speaking, she closed the door and left.

After Feng Jiu Ge finished eating, he sat by the window, holding his own drawings, looking at what he wanted to modify, trying to make the magic flute appear delicate and small, easy to carry, so he made the flute he drew smaller, but the style did not change.

Feng Jiu Ge also felt that this was the case, today's high-intensity mental work, Feng Jiu Ge was a little sleepy, just happened to Cui Ye to send tea, Feng Jiu Ge After two cups in the river, he went to bed for a lunch break, and prepared to discuss specific matters with Yan Zijiao in the evening.

Feng Jiu Ge soon fell asleep. In the dream, Feng Jiuge and Long Zhantian have always been happily together, spending every day sweetly, living a life of envy of mandarin ducks.

However, suddenly one day, Long Zhantian came to his residence, and actually pointed a gun at him, saying "I always thought that we would not become enemies, but you really disappointed me, since you are so ruthless, then don't blame me for being unjust." As he spoke, he pulled the trigger, and without hesitation, the bullet pierced his body, and he fell in a pool of blood.

"Ahh But a qiē is so real. But if you think about it carefully, it's impossible, how could Long Zhantian have a pistol, this is not something that will only exist in this era, is it?

Only then did I relax, it was difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real, but the world was unpredictable, and I didn't know what would happen in the future.

Even if this incident is a wake-up call for yourself, the good days must be cherished, maybe in the future, the two of them may become enemies, and the sweet past will also dissipate.

"Alas, how did you become sentimental recently, as Cuiye said, is it the syndrome before parting with Zhan Tian? Feng Jiuge, cheer up, you still have a lot of things to do? Feng Jiu Ge patted his head, trying to bring himself back to reality and not be swayed by his dreams.

"By the way, now I'm going to talk to Dian Jiao about refining the magic flute." Feng Jiu Ge put away his drawings and took them with him, then locked the door and went to find Yan Zijiao.

Every afternoon, Yan Zijiao would always flip through books in the pavilion, and he should be there at this time. Feng Jiu Ge thought to himself, sure enough, he saw Yan Zijiao sitting in the pavilion from a distance, and his life was not comfortable.

"Zijiao, what are you looking at? So fascinating! It won't be ...... Be...... That kind of book, right? "Feng Jiu Ge actually guessed it, it's not that he is young and frivolous, he likes to read that kind of book, unfortunately, it should be like this here.

"Jiu Ge, what kind of book is the kind of book in your mouth, I don't really understand!" Yan Zijiao really didn't know that Feng Jiu Ge occasionally came to such a sentence or two, and he really couldn't understand the implied meaning of the words.

"Forget it, if you don't understand, forget it." Feng Jiu Ge walked in and found that Yan Zijiao was reading serious books.