"Why did you say to him that day in Chunfeng Tower...... I miss you so much, I don't hate you, I like you" Ning Ying continued to ask.

Qing Xuan suddenly smiled, raised his hand to cover his eyes, wiped his face, as if disgusted by the bright eyes, "Ah......" first brewed a syllable, the nasal voice dragged on for a long time, and then said slowly, "You said this, do you remember the female ghost we met in the Burning Mountain? She asked me to find a ghost named Xu Qingchu and bring this sentence to him."

"Really?" The gray in Ning Ying's eyes dissipated a lot, and there was a little more excitement and hope.

"Of course...... Lao Tzu likes women," Qing Xuan replied and added. But after hearing this, the joy that had just emerged in Ning Ying's eyes quickly retreated, and fled in defeat.

He hooked the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly, pulling out a long bitterness, "That...... What if it were me?"

Qing Xuan didn't seem to hear it, and was silent for a while, only the air in the air that "it's none of your business" flowed freely, and it was so long that Ning Ying thought he was asleep, so he said, "You can't do it...... I am your father...... No......"

His heart was so stuffy that he felt like he was about to suffocate, Ning Ying stood up a little unsteadily, but the drunk man grabbed his hand and dragged him down hard, until he was on the bed and lay down with Qing Xuan.

Ning Ying looked at Qing Qian with some confusion, but saw that he had now opened his eyes and looked at him directly. The man couldn't see the drunkenness in the flow of water, as if he was resigned to his fate: "If you like me, you won't have a father-in-law, you can't call me a father-in-law, then I will become a beast......" said and took Ning Ying into his arms, and his eyes began to collapse again after a long while.

The corners of Ning Ying's lips couldn't help but hook, and she said in a low voice: "That's it......"

"Alas...... I used to raise a cub...... But ......" Qingyi's head rested on the top of Ning Ying's head, and he swallowed words like a dream.

"But what?" Ning Ying asked.

"But the longer he crosses the country, the more he doesn't listen to me, he kills me, he's not as cute as before, he's not as sticky to me as before, he doesn't like to laugh, he's more righteous than me, my father-in-law. Actually, it's all okay, I also know that whether it is a person or a ghost, after all, there is a way to go, and I have no reason to stop it, and I can't stop it, but as long as I mention parting, I still can't accept it."

"I know a lot of people, a lot of things, we can't control, the only thing we can do is probably to conform to the destiny of heaven, just like the general trend, but before returning to the general trend, we still need to work hard, even if the final result is still unsatisfactory, then there is no need to seek death and life, just accept it. Of course, I'm not saying that I'm trying to tie him up, or that I have to keep him with me, I just want to give him some love as much as I can when I still have time, I can still see him, and I can get together, instead of being a burden."

Qing Xuan said a lot of words, so smooth that just listening to the voice, it definitely didn't look like a drunk man said it.

"I'm sorry......" Ning Ying raised his head, Qing Xuan's chin just pressed against his forehead, a slightly hard touch, but it made his heart a little soft.

"Don't worry, there won't be any more, I'm not going anywhere, I'm by your side", after a while, he said: "In the future, I smile at you every day, whenever I laugh, I will be as cute as before, and I will stick to you all the time as before, that is, you kneel and beg me not to stick to you, I don't listen, I want to stick to you, I just want to follow you, I will go wherever you go, if you don't take me, I will be angry, if you look at others more, I will also be angry, if you treat me badly, I will also be angry, do you think it is okay?" In the future, I won't call you my father-in-law, so that's okay, right?"

Ning Ying even got the true biography on Qing Xuan's mouth, and after Qing Xuan's tirade, he also talked a lot about it. It's just pity Ning Ying's sincere sentences, the drunkard's brain is now soaked in wine, these sentences containing affection neatly enter from Qing Xuan's right ear, and also come out of his left ear neatly, and Leng is not a sentence is set up in his mind.

"My cub is so cute......" Suddenly, Qing Miao came out with such a sentence, as if he remembered something, he pulled out his pillow Ning Ying's hand and rolled to the side.

Ning Ying was startled and hurriedly chased after him. But because I didn't take off my shoes, I could only kneel on the bed, supporting the bed with both hands, so that the soles of my feet did not touch the bed, and crawled with difficulty.

The rolling friction is much smaller than the sliding friction, and no matter how fast Rao is Ning Ying is, he still hasn't caught up with the meat tube that rolls freely on the big bed. Seeing that the tumbling meat tube was about to fall, the meat tube stopped like a cliff.

Ning Ying exhaled and stepped up her speed to climb to Qing Xuan's side. As soon as he got closer, a small wooden hammer lay across in front of him.

Ning Ying: ......

Where Qing Xuan rolled, he could reach out and get a cabinet. The cabinet was now opened, and the mace in Qing Xuan's hand was taken out of the cabinet.

Qing Xuan shook the hammer with the stick, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious, "See, this is the carved hammer made by my cub under my guidance, it's amazing!"

Qingqiu: ......

He took the "carving" mace from his hand and squinted at it for a moment. The color of the hammer itself is a somewhat old yellow, and the head of the hammer is a crooked and ugly ball, on which are crookedly carved a barely visible flower and grass, and two ugly and twisted people, with a god on the top of the sun.

Ning Ying's level of appreciation is still at the level of the more similar the better, and I really can't see how powerful this person who makes a stick hammer is. But after all, it was something I made myself, so I had to cherish it myself, and I replied dryly, "Hmm...... Awesome"

"Why do you still have this?" Ning Ying asked, his gaze shifting to the handle of the mace. In contrast, the bar handle is much better. The rod handle is finely carved with a variety of totems, there are phoenix nine days, there are dragons soaring thousands of miles, there are tiger tyrants, and there are all kinds of strange flowers and plants. Lifelike, delicate and vivid, it can be seen how amazing the skills of the carvers are.

Such a stark contrast is like cow falling on flowers.

He didn't hear Qing Xuan's answer, so he took his eyes off the stick and returned to Qing Xuan's face.

The drunkard will seem to be very drunk, and he will not have the strength to toss anymore, and lie quietly with soft eyebrows.

Ning Ying crossed him, put the stick hammer back into the cabinet, closed the cabinet, and dragged Qing Xuan back to the center of the bed to lie down, covered him with the quilt, and made sure that there was no major problem before leaving.

Ning Ying lay on her bed, but she didn't feel sleepy, but her brain didn't seem to be able to hold this active thought, and she was so excited that she seemed to float out of the ocean.

Suddenly, the "long-lost" stick hammer squeezed into his inexplicably excited thinking, reminding him of the things he had done with Qing Xuan before, and the smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously deepened a little.

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