Qinghe sat on the ground, full of surprise: "The 'chameleon' is really powerful, omnipotent, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and between the raised hands, it turns decay into magic, and the old and hard bud grain stick becomes corn flour that melts in the mouth." When I thought about it like this, I was overjoyed, and I seemed to smell the fragrance of bud noodle porridge.

In addition to the surprise, I remembered the right thing, touched it in my arms, and even fell to my feet, regretting the beginning: "The opportunity must not be lost, and the loss will not come again." He was concentrating on rice, and I should have been clever in my calculations. ”

With a look of remorse on his face, he suddenly heard him call softly: "Qinghe! ”

She was startled when she heard this, and hurriedly looked up.

He finished his work and stood beside the stone mortar, standing alone, with the jade tree facing the wind. He looked straight at her, his eyes were bright and bright as stars, but why were there tears in his eyes?

She was afraid of being dazzled, so she rubbed it vigorously three times. Sure enough, where are the tears? It is clearly the love of the vein. Shocked, rubbing his eyes and looking again. Where is the love of the pulse? It's clearly a warm smile.

She was puzzled: "Why, but in an instant, the 'chameleon' turned into ten thousand styles?" Why is there so much variation? Is it because of the obsession with practice and the addiction to change? ”

Thinking about it again, he shook his head again and again: "Definitely!" Definitely! It's not that he's obsessed, it's not that he's addicted, it's that I'm obsessed. ”

Hurriedly cheered up, took strict precautions, and made a false accusation: "Long Dada, do you always call me?" Don't know what to do? ”

He was silent for a long time, just looked at each other with a smile, and said for a long time: "I look at Qinghe, I am silent and speechless alone, I don't know what to think?" ”

She looked at his eyes, stepped forward, and smiled: "I'm thinking about Badou Zijian, Bami Lulang, which one can eat and pretend?" These don't matter, but the dragon body is important, the time has come, and it should be healed. ”

He ran to the river, washed and washed the old wooden basin, and when he returned, he scalded it with boiling water. The little hand pressed and pressed the "Seven Star Needle" in his arms again, and he was sure that he was already deeply hidden and ready to go, so he jumped on the bed.

Wipe the blood and wash the stains, untie the belt and change the dressing, it is inevitable to look at each other. Love burns like fire, love is as heavy as a mountain, fire burns fire, purgatory is in the glacier.

Unexpectedly, the "chameleon" splitting the wind and protecting the body, not only the high fever has subsided, but the wound heals very well.

He kept to himself and did not say a word; She is dual-minded and does not say a word.

But he was muttering in his heart: "The time is finally ripe, but he is covered with bruises, if he inserts another needle, will he die in heaven?" It is not my wish to bully the old, weak, sick and disabled. ”

Thinking of the previous hatred, his heart is hardened: "Why look forward and look backward? When he hurt me, did he show mercy? Now, getting the antidote and getting the slingshot is the king. ”

Finally made up his mind, his left hand rubbed slowly, and his right hand reached into his arms. After all, being a thief has a weak heart, and he can't help but peek at it.

He looked at her fixedly, without blinking, and his eyes were strangely black and strangely bright.

She was taken aback: "He must have seen through my mind by staring like this." "Dizzy in a hurry, soreness in confusion, creepy in horror, like falling into a nightmare of death, like burning on fire, like walking on thin ice. Covered in cold sweat, his fingers trembled.

It's really a pity: for fear of being seen through, every move is accurately calculated, but in the end, it is difficult to escape the eyes of the law.

There was no choice but to give up, and the little hand slipped away from his arms.

Somehow, in an instant, the "chameleon" suddenly changed: the will collapsed, the building of concentration was about to fall, and his face was mixed.

She was secretly surprised, and secretly said in her heart: "What a 'chameleon', color-changing magic, perfect." In an instant, Gao Leng became hypocritical, despair became first love, and the devil became a fairy. ”

Self-pity, self-inferiority: "He is scheming, but I am soft-hearted." Now, we must follow my mother's words: be wary of clever words, and be careful with your mouth. ”

Just thinking of his mother, the "chameleon" trembled in his voice and asked softly: "Qinghe, dare to ask Lingtang Fang's name, but is it called Shaodi?" ”

Qinghe was surprised: "Shaodi? That former princess of Soochow? That peerless beauty? It's also magical, not only does Bo Ying open and close his mouth, hang on his lips, but also 'chameleon' never forgets? Unexpectedly, the two of them have a deep hatred like the sea, and they actually sympathize with each other and dream the same dream. I think that at the beginning, the two of them formed a deep feud in the sea of blood, did they rush to the crown and get angry, just to fight for the red face? ”

I felt incredible again: "Bo Ying is originally a Wu person, and he is infatuated with Shao Di, and he has a soft spot for it, and his love is understandable." Doesn't the 'chameleon' have another love? A pothos, a mando. Why is the front and the back of the car, the front of the man and the back of the man? One in my heart, one in my heart, and one in my heart? But it doesn't matter if people die? ”

She knelt beside the bed, flustered, thinking about the assassination, her mother on the other, and the flute on the other, and she didn't forget to bandage her hands. Single-mindedly, he went crazy, planted an upside-down onion, and fell out of bed.

Poor wooden basin, overturned by one foot. In an instant, the water filled the golden mountain, and the star needles were shining.

She got up in a hurry, hurriedly cleaned up the wooden basin, and picked up the "Seven Star Needle", and then she solved her doubts: "Shao? That's Wu Mu's hometown. Flute, that's the spirit of all bliss. Flute? I'd love to hear about it. It's a pity that the road is long and the wind and sand are fierce; The mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the water is vertical and horizontal. ”

He longed for it, and blurted out: "Qinghe, I'll accompany you." to the west of northern Xinjiang, thousands of miles of yellow sand; In the north of Yansai, thousands of piles of desert snow. Let's cross thousands of miles of mountains, fly thousands of waves, and watch the sunset over the yellow sand and the lonely smoke of the desert together. I heard the long wind breaking through the sky together, and the Gobi North Flute. ”

She flashed her starry eyes and shook her hand again and again: "Although the northern country is cloudy, bury thousands of miles of sand!" Returning home is like an arrow, it is better to return home early. Besides, the wind and sand blow the northern flute, blowing the old years, but it can't blow the memory, let alone the blood. And what about hatred? I dare not forget the needle that passed through my heart; The "heart of ice" hidden in the body, I dare not think. The Tao is different and does not conspire, and the heart is different and does not swim together. ”

After finishing speaking, he picked up the wooden basin and fled in a hurry.

Sitting alone on the riverside, looking at the gray sky, I only feel that the world is unpredictable, and it is difficult to escape: "Anyway, I have cold poison in my body, and I can't live long, what do I care about'A Heart of Ice'?" It's better to run away like this, so as to save him from harboring a ghost and secretly plotting. ”

It's just that it's getting late, and there is nowhere to stay, so I can't help but sigh quietly.

The rain has not cleared the sky, the time has not moved, a heart is bleaker than floating clouds, and a person is more lonely than flowing water.

He walked towards her, a tall figure, very handsome. There is a smile in his eyes, brighter than the spring sun.

She sighed in her heart: "If he is not insidious, Ben is a handsome young man like Ah Long." ”

What is he holding in his hands? A chicken feather key! Colorful and colorful. What did the "chameleon" do? When? Where? So crafted?

She took the chicken feather key, and was full of joy, and kicked her flying legs. It's like a flying lotus, dancing, leaping and turning, and wearing flowers.

How had he ever seen such a shuttlecock kicker?

Deng Shi was dazzled: "It turns out that a small shuttlecock can make her so carnival." Her bottom line of happiness is really low to the limit. She kicks the shuttlecock is really a must, you see, the chicken feather shuttlecock is full of tricks, flashing forward and turning back, flying up and down, left and right wearing, beautiful. ”

Since suffering a heavy blow, I have never played well. After kicking the shuttlecock and swimming in the water, it was already nightfall, hungry, and when I stepped into the door, I felt that the fragrance was overflowing, and it was extraordinarily puffy.

The "chameleon" turned into a virtuous person, took the virtuous route, and was serving her a meal.

Qinghe was busy and took the porridge bowl. The more virtuous he was, the more unsettling she became, and her little hands involuntarily touched her back.

The "chameleon" looked concerned and asked with a smile: "Qinghe, why do you have to touch the back of your heart every time you look at me?" ”

She was blunt and expressed her bitterness: "Once I was shot by an arrow, I was afraid of the sound of the dragon for ten years." Listening to the dragon speak, I was really scared. When I heard the dragon's loud voice, I was shocked. Psychological shadows, lingering invisible. With such a heart disease, only by returning to my Nanyu can I hope to be cured. ”

When the "chameleon" heard this, he lowered his head, his face was like ashes, and he was speechless for a long time.

She lowered her head and drank porridge, and suddenly felt cold and windy.

Take a peek, the "chameleon" looks weird. Depressed? Hate? Distress? Injury? In short, she couldn't understand it, and she didn't want to read more: "He is scheming, I can't be deceived." ”

After dinner, she yawned and disappeared.

He was overly frightened: "In the middle of the night, she left me?" Where to flee? ”