On the tenth day of the lunar month, when Yanjiangyue came back from practice, she saw every woman holding a basket of red paper in her hand, and when she returned to Qinzhu Garden, the table was also full of red paper.

"What are you doing? Today, many senior sisters are holding red paper. ”

"Today is the Red Qiao Festival, I used to make clothes on this day, and then give them to my beloved, so that he can have a warm winter, so that the two can be happy." Jian Xi said as she cut the paper.

What is the relationship between making clothes and decoupage? Is it possible to make clothes out of paper, and clothes made of paper are warm? It's almost the same as making a fire.

"Our Ningshan faction needs to practice, and we don't have so much time to make clothes, so we use paper-cutting instead, and after a long time, people under the mountain also use paper-cutting instead of making clothes." Yin Jiaojiao looked at Yan Jiangyue with a puzzled expression and said.

I see.

"Ahhhh Qin Siyou cried with a sad face, the paper cut in her hand was like a flower but not a flower, like grass but not grass, and then was cut off by a pair of scissors.

"Senior Sister Qin, what are you doing?" Yan Jiangyue really couldn't understand what Qin Siyou was cutting.

"Peony flowers, can't you see it? How pretty! Qin Siyou was even more sad when he said this, "I was busy talking for half an hour, and it was ruined like this." ”

The three of them looked at Qin Siyou's paper-cut with a little suspicion, this is a peony flower? The withered peony flowers are about the same.

"Senior Sister Yin, someone sent it, who are you going to give it to after you cut it?" Yan Jiangyue looked at Jian Xi and then at Qin Siyou.

The faces of the two were extremely ugly, and they aimed the scissors at Yan Jiangyue, eager to stab the scissors into Yan Jiangyue's chest.

"There are so many senior brothers and junior brothers in the Ningshan faction, and you are afraid that no one will want them?" Jian Xi stopped cutting paper and said very seriously.

"That's right," Qin Siyou echoed.

"I seem to have heard that no one has accepted your paper-cutting since you came to the Ningshan Sect." Yin Jiaojiao drew her drawings, and then said not to be a big deal.

The tips of the two scissors changed directions and pointed at Yin Jiaojiao.

"Except for him, no one else can understand my beauty, and they are blind one by one." After speaking, the sadness on Qin Siyou's face flashed.

"If no one wants me, I'll burn it to my outlaw husband." Jian Xi said and began to cut paper again.

"You don't dare to ask for it, except for your husband who was killed, whoever dares to ask for it, maybe he doesn't want it anymore, you still have to stuff it into others."

"Qin Siyou, you really haven't been beaten for a few days, and it seems that you really want me to serve with a forty-meter big knife."

The two put down the scissors and red paper in their hands, and rushed out of the house, and a battle between a forty-meter-long broadsword and a forty-centimeter-long short sword began to be staged again after a few days.

Yan Jiangyue looked at the picture drawn by Yin Jiaojiao, not to mention that it was really good-looking, and she deserved to be one of the four talented women in Jiulan Country.

"Senior sister, aren't you going to cut one for the regent?"

Yu Jiangyue was anxious, "I'll cut it for him, he doesn't deserve to have Miss Ben's paper-cutting." ”

"It seems that the regent has fainted in the thatched house crying, people are so kind to you, you don't even say anything on such an important day."

As soon as Yin Jiaojiao said that Yan Jiangyue felt a little overwhelmed, isn't it just a piece of paper, and you don't need money to buy it, just cut one and give it to him.

But I'm going to cut something for him, and he hasn't told me what he likes, or I'll cut one and give it to him?

Thinking of the poop and the face that Jiang Yue couldn't help but make, it must be like the description in the novel, the face is black and can be filled with a bucket of ink.

Yan Jiangyue made up for the tragic situation of her own death after receiving poop by the way, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.

But Yan Jiangyue likes to die, so let's cut a poop.

If she has an idea, she will act immediately, and she also learned Yin Jiaojiao to draw drawings and draw drawings with eyebrows.

Yin Jiaojiao smiled when she saw such a heart.

A quarter of an hour later, Yu Jiangyue, who had no talent for painting, finally drew a simple poop drawing.

Yin Jiaojiao was a little curious about what she had drawn, so she took it over to take a look, but her head was big.

It's not because I see the poop and the head is big, but I can't see what it is.

"What are you? Pastries? The regent is not so greedy. ”

"This is shit, you see how much this temperament is in line with the prince." Yan Jiangyue looked at her work proudly.

"Shit, are you dying too long? Even if the regent favors you, you should not be so bold. Yin Jiaojiao began to be afraid.

This woman's braincase really doesn't look like the braincase of ordinary people.

Yan Jiangyue didn't care about Yin Jiaojiao's surprised eyes, and continued to cut her poop.

Yan Jiangyue has no talent for painting, let alone hands-on ability, and a simple poop has been cut for an hour.

Paper-cutting is usually given to a loved one at night, and now there is still more than an hour before it gets dark, and Yu Jiangyue has begun to play freely again, torturing the red paper.

Yin Jiaojiao finished cutting the red paper and showed it to Yan Jiangyue to check it, and sure enough, the gap between the top students and the scumbags was not very big, but a world away.

Yin Jiaojiao cut a couple sitting in a pavilion drinking and having fun, looking at the well-cut picture, the sense of substitution is too strong, as if the person who drinks is her.

"This is the first time we've watched the snow together all night," Yin Jiaojiao blushed after speaking, looking shy.

Looking at other people's romance and then looking at her own death, Yan Jiangyue shook her head, why is the gap between people so big?

Yin Jiaojiao happily took the red paper and went to find her brother Ziyu, and she continued to cut the paper, and cut it for another hour, the sky was already dark, and at this time, Jian Xi and Qin Siyou, who had had enough, hurried back to cut the paper.

The two came in scolding, and looked at Yan Jiangyue, who was concentrating on cutting, without disturbing her, nor did she speak, and cut paper separately.

After another hour, Jian Xi later cut a pair of good-looking mandarin ducks, and Qin Siyou also cut a peony flower that looked a little tricky.

However, Yu Jiangyue's paper has not been cut yet, she is still cutting it hard, she is so happy, and the old lady was not so serious when she used to do her homework.

"Senior Sister Jiang Yue, haven't you cut it yet? It's so late, don't let the regent wait. Qin Siyou said with a wicked smile.

"Let's go first." As if the festival just now had never happened, the two walked out hand in hand with happy steps, and the friendship of women was so elusive.

I don't know how long it took for Yan Jiangyue to finish cutting another poop, she happily picked it up and admired it for a long time, it is worthy of me, cutting a poop is so similar.

Yu Jiangyue packed up the paper-cutting and left the Qinzhu Garden with a jump.

I was cutting paper all afternoon, and I didn't come out to take a look, at this moment, the Ningshan faction was brightly lit, and there were all kinds of lanterns hanging on the trees and houses, and there were paper-cuts on each lantern, and it seemed that the Hongqiao Festival was really important.

Tonight is really a good night for love.