"Why do I think you've been weird lately?"

Early in the morning, Qi Ying and Mu Yi sat under the gazebo, and there was a pot of tea and pastries on the table, mung bean cake, lotus cake, lotus root powder, osmanthus sugar cake and so on. Mu Yi looked at Qi Xuan's appearance of feasting a little puzzled, anyway, he was also a star official, didn't he say that in Heavenly Court, it was a thousand faces and exquisite food, but how could it be like he hadn't eaten for hundreds of years?

"What's wrong with me?" Mu Yi looked at the lotus cake on the plate at hand seriously, and wondered whether to eat a piece. In fact, she likes the food of the world very much, and the only thing she can't accept is this dessert, and she always feels that she will get tired of eating it.

"Did you do something wrong then?" Qi Xuan looked at Mu Yi hesitantly and felt that she was simply not angry, what a delicious thing this pastry is, how can it be like a flood beast. Picked up a piece of mung bean cake and handed it to her: "Taste it, it's not greasy." ”

Mu Yi took the mung bean cake and took a bite gently, and in an instant his mouth was filled with the fragrance of mung beans, which was indeed sweet but not greasy, and it seemed that the vision of people who had not eaten in hundreds of years was not very bad. After eating a piece of cake, Mu Yi took a sip of tea and said in a comfortable mood: "It's quite delicious." ”

The corners of Qi Ying's mouth twitched, and he was about to repeat the question just now, but Mu Yi got up and greeted him behind him.

"Qiu Liang, I'm here."

Then, for the rest of the day, Qi Ju never had a chance to ask the question again. Because the two men began to go to heaven and earth for eight hundred years, they finally happily decided to go down the mountain to the market, and rejected his offer to go with him on the grounds that he was in the way.

Mu Qiuliang looked back at him sympathetically before leaving: "Brother Qi Xuan, don't be sad, we will definitely bring you something to eat." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Yi forcibly broke Mu Qiuliang's head back, "You have to look at the road when you walk, how many pairs of eyes do you have on the back of your head?" ”

Qi Xuan pinching the teacup: Actually, I'm not very sad, after all, I went down the mountain myself.

Today is the market day of Cloud City, and the small market not far from the flower sea at the foot of the mountain has also opened. The flowering period of Baiqi is about to pass, the market is not as lively as when Mu Yi came, although there are not many people in the market, but there are still many vendors who open the door and enthusiastically solicit customers.

"Qiu Liang, I heard before that there is a steamed bun shop in this market, the steamed buns are very delicious, let's go and try them." Mu Yi dragged Mu Qiuliang to the steamed bun shop, although there were not many people in the market, the business of the steamed bun shop was still very good, and there was even a queue.

"You taste it, be careful of it." After queuing for a long time, Mu Yi's tiredness disappeared the moment he got the buns, and the hot buns were satisfied in his hands.

Mu Qiuliang took a bite of the bun, "Sister Mu Yi, this bun tastes very good......" Mu Qiuliang paused when she said this, and some pictures flashed quickly in her mind, but she didn't know when it happened.

"This millet pumpkin porridge is paired with the xiaolongbao just baked at the market at the foot of the mountain, this flavor is only found in the Tianshan Mountains, and it can't be found in the world at all."

"The buns are simple, juicy, fragrant but not greasy, but it would be great if the appearance could be more beautiful."

"It's okay, as long as the bun is made by you, this is the bun you made."

"Look at this bun, it looks very individual, each bun is different, and every time you eat one, there will be a different surprise. It's just according to my taste, it's the best bun I've ever tasted. ”

Who said all these words, and why don't I remember?

Just as Mu Yi was satisfied with the second steamed bun, he found that the people around him suddenly lost their voice. "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable? Helping Mu Qiuliang to sit down on a chair on the side of the street, although Mu Yi had a rough idea in his heart, he was still very worried: "Qiu Liang, does your head hurt a little?" ”

Mu Qiuliang nodded slightly, she now felt the pain of her head exploding.

Before Mu Yi could comfort her again, another hoarse and trembling voice attracted the attention of the two.

"Your name, Qiu Liang?" Only then did the two find that next to them was an old flower farmer's stall, the old flower farmer looked a certain age, his hair was almost white, and his eyes were cloudy. Among the many plainly packaged flowers, a white porcelain flower pot stands out, and a lily of the valley grows luxuriantly inside.

Mu Yi found out that this was the old man she met in the market who asked the cow and the horse, so she asked: "Uncle, do you know her?" ”

The old flower farmer looked very excited, and got up a little tremblingly, his dim eyes were full of tears: "You don't remember me?" ”

Mu Qiuliang was a little puzzled: "Should I remember you?" ”

"Have you forgotten, we saw it when it snowed for the first time in Cloud City that year." The old flower farmer said excitedly while moving the pot of lily of the valley flowers, and the old tears flowed: "At that time, I accidentally bumped into you, and the girl who was with you was very angry, you gave me a hundred wen, bought my flowers and gave them to her, so that she should not be angry......"

A sentence suddenly flashed in Mu Qiuliang's mind, "Today Cloud City ushered in the first snow of the year, I will give you a hundred Wen, borrow the auspiciousness of God, and ask for a hundred years of worry for you." ”

Hiss~ My head hurts more and more, who the hell said this, why can't I remember.

Mu Yi pulled Mu Qiuliang, who was holding her head and looked pained, into her arms, and cast a spell to make her faint. Said apologetically to the old flower farmer: "Uncle, she is not feeling well, let's talk another day." ”

Looking at the backs of Mu Yi and Mu Qiuliang gradually moving away, a smile appeared on the old flower farmer's ravine-covered face, and he murmured: "Thank you, for my hundred-year-old worry." Then a tear fell on the lily of the valley in the bone china basin: "Thank you, protect me for a hundred years old." ”

Mu Yi and Qi Xuan stood outside Mu Qiuliang's door, Qi Xuan felt as if he had guessed something, but he was not sure.

"How so?"

Mu Yi pulled him out a few steps before whispering: "Can you draw the exact same portrait of Shen Ai that she painted back then?" ”

Qi Xuan insisted on the question just now: "Did you do anything at the beginning?" ”

"Didn't you guess?" Mu Yi then arranged: "If you want to strike while the iron is hot, you are responsible for painting another identical painting, and I will go to find Bai Qi's embroidered clothes, and we will meet in the study." ”

"You're so daring! I really dare. ”

"Oh, what are you doing with grinding and chirping, I have a sense of proportion."

Mu Yi's spell was used on a living creature for the first time, and he had no experience in starting it, and it was slightly heavier, and the consequence was that it directly caused Mu Qiuliang to sleep until the next day before waking up.