Only half of his birthday has passed, but it is enough to make Murong Chong feel full, surprised, and unforgettable. There is no fanfare, there is no hustle and bustle, it is obviously a few ordinary little things - worshipping his deceased father and mother, eating birthday noodles, and receiving birthday gifts, but they all make him feel that everything is so interesting and engraved in his heart.

And the birthday surprise that Lin Ruo specially prepared for him is not over yet.

When night fell, Lin Ruo, who went to bathe and change clothes, had not returned, but Tao Fu came out first to convey Lin Ruo's invitation. Two lines of words were written on the paper with a faint floral fragrance: willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

The place of the appointment was the lakeside where many new windmills of all sizes were added to the afternoon passing.

Murong Chong smiled at the corner of his mouth, involuntarily straightened his back, straightened his clothes, put his left hand behind his back, and walked briskly towards the agreed place.

Today is the thirteenth, and the moon is only missing a small corner, which is bright and clear, illuminating the way to come, and also lighting up Murong Chong's bright mood. The night breeze blows warmly, accompanied by the sound of "squeak, squeak" and turning.

Squeaky squeak?

Is it a windmill?

Murong Chong unconsciously quickened his pace, and the scene he introduced made his heart stir!

The largest windmill, on the vines covered with windmills, fluorescent flashes with the words "Happy Birthday", elegant cursive, pen walking dragon; The medium-sized windmills are staggered, and the glowing light is faint, or the blessings such as "peace and security", "joy and health", and even "early birth of a noble son", the handwriting is fat and thin, or a few strokes outlining his appearance, with a cold face, laughing loudly, and squirting tea out of my don't know whether he choked or was shocked; There were also the smallest windmills, whirring and turning, and the sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak" came from their turning.

Murong Chong moved his steps slowly, that kind of painting method, he had only seen it from Lin Ruo's pen.

With a cold face, he first met her because he felt that she was deep-hearted; With a shocked face, the woman standing beside him was her, the fence outlined with a few strokes, it was in the Temple of Mercy and Grace for disaster relief, he saw her fierceness, and also saw her compassion; Holding a tea bowl and squirting tea, he looked a little funny, it turned out that every time he was choked by her sharp words, he was speechless, he looked like this; and last year's Mid-Autumn Festival on the roof, while admiring the moon with her beside her, while drinking happily; And in the Northlands, she held a ball of snow and lied to him that it was sweet......

Every painting evokes the bits and pieces of his memory that belong to Murong Chong and Lin Ruo.

These memories are recorded in the thick of vines and green leaves. The warm night breeze blows the leaves, and the fluorescent paintings that tremble slightly move as if they have life.

Murong Chong felt that his eyes were a little wet, and the softest piece of his heart was touched so suddenly.

He looked at every blessing and every fluorescent painting, and suddenly, there seemed to be a small light and shadow floating everywhere he could see, and when he looked sideways, small points of light rose from the bottom of these large and small windmills, more and more.

It's a firefly.

Countless fireflies are flying all over the sky.

"Jingle bell-" "Jingle bell-"

With these dreamy fluorescence flying up and down, Murong Chong heard the crisp sound of bells. Turning his head, he saw a shadow coming from behind the largest windmill.

When he saw the appearance of the person who came, Murong's eyes widened and he opened his mouth slightly, looking shocked.

A long silver hair like a waterfall, simply tied around with a hairband at the end; The pure white wide-sleeved gauze skirt is layered on top of each other, but each layer is as thin as cicada wings, dancing in the wind, with a few traces of fairy aura in the fluorescent sky - but on the contrary, there are two fluffy ears on both sides of the silver-white hair, which may indicate that she is not a fairy, but a demon.

The red ribbon was wrapped around her waist, irregularly embellished with a lot of Jin Ling, and as she walked, it made a crisp sound; On the white and smooth forehead, a totem of unknown meaning is outlined with red cinnabar, some like flowers, and some like the sun; The corners of the eyes also specially use bright cinnabar red to trace the narrow eyeliner, which makes the face fairer at the same time, and there is a little more charm between the eye waves.

This is...... Lin Ruo?

"What a handsome Lang Jun! Hehe-" Lin Ruo spoke, and there was some flattery in his voice, "I heard that today is your birthday, this fox fairy has come to celebrate you, Lang Jun will be happy?" ”

Fox fairy?

Murong Chong's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

"Why didn't Lang Jun speak? Isn't it - fascinated by the beauty of this fox fairy, hehe, overjoyed for a while, I don't know what to say? ”

Lin Ruo deliberately slowed down the bite, and tightened his throat, his voice was particularly clear, with the flickering fluorescence in the sky, as if he was in a fairyland, he really met a fox demon who had cultivated for thousands of years, oh no, the fox fairy. With the red eyeliner, a smile and every move are seductive.

This is the result of her learning from Lan Xin for most of the day!

"There is a fox fairy Lifan, for the king's birthday, the king is naturally happy." Murong Chong came to his senses, the corners of his mouth were hooked with a hint of smiling rather than a smile, and his dark eyes looked at Lin Ruo intently, "I just don't know, how does the fox fairy want to celebrate this king?" ”

Lin Ruo raised his eyebrows unhappily: "You Langjun is so rude!" In the face of this fox fairy, he actually called himself the king. If it weren't for your handsome face, this fox fairy would definitely teach you a good lesson! ”

Murong Chong also raised his eyebrows, and walked towards Lin Ruo with steps: "You are just a spirit cultivating in the mountains and wilderness, you don't know the height of the sky, you dare to take Qiao in front of this king, and call yourself a fox immortal?" The king would like to know—"

As he spoke, the person had already walked in front of Lin Ruo, stretched out his hand, grabbed the slender waist, the bell rang thinly, and the burning eyes met the beautiful eyes with a wave of eyes, and the tone was a little frivolous: "How do you plan to teach this king?" ”

"I ......"

"I heard that the fox demon cultivates by sucking people's yang energy, you little fox—don't you have this plan?"

"Nonsense!" Lin Ruo stretched out his hand and pushed him, but he didn't push him away, under Murong Chong's forced gaze, the whole person leaned back slightly, "That kind of cultivation method is intolerable, and you can't attain Dao Ascending Immortal." ”

"Really?" Murong Chong smiled lowly, "It turns out that he is still a kind-hearted little fox!" ”

Murong Chong leaned a little closer as he spoke, and Lin Ruo leaned back again: "You ......"

"Little fox, how are you going to celebrate the birthday of this king?" Murong Chong stared at Lin Ruo with burning eyes, "I heard that the fox demon is the best at dancing, I wonder if this king is lucky enough to take a look?" ”