There were a lot of people on the street, so many that Xu Shu held Qiqi's hand tightly, for fear of losing her.

Qiqi really wants to get lost, really.

In this way, they don't have to endure the pain of Uncle Seven staring at them from behind.

On pins and needles.

This is an idiom made by whom, it's too apt.

This is not shopping, this is a punishment.

Her mind stopped spinning the moment Uncle Seven said the good words.

Sister Xu pulled her out, and Uncle Seven followed behind, all of this seemed to happen inexplicably.

Because she can't accept it in her heart.

She couldn't convince herself.

But there is still a corner in her heart that tells her that after Uncle Seven met Sister Xu, he didn't look like Uncle Seven.

"Oh, is it delicious?"

Xu Shu stuffed a ball into her mouth.

Poor little girl, so afraid of her seventh uncle, she didn't even dare to say a word when she went out to play.

It is no wonder that this junior in ancient times was respectful to his elders.

Obviously, Qi Muran is only three or four years older than Qiqi, but every time Qiqi sees him, it is like seeing a monster three or four thousand years old.

In order to relieve Qiqi's tension, Xu Shu took her hand and shook it, "I'll sing you a song." ”

Qiqi: "Song? ”

"Hmm."

They were walking towards the long street of Tianhu, where there was a lot of people, and colorful fireworks were blooming in the sky.

However, Xu Shu also likes this quiet alley now, with red lanterns hanging on both sides of the bluestone street, which is a stark contrast to the noise.

She cleared her throat and spoke slowly, "I hold a small paper umbrella, sigh that the marriage is too tactful, the rain falls and the fog is boundless, ask where the end of the world is, the midnight flute, the sound of the flute is remnant, secretly, through the window, in front of the candlestick, I am still thinking, small sampan, rowing, small paper umbrella, covering the rain and moonlight." *”

The gentle sound touched the bluestone slab and slowly dispersed.

I forgot to breathe at one o'clock, for fear of disturbing Xu Shu's singing.

The singing has stopped for a long time, and she is still immersed in it and can't extricate herself.

The whole alley became more hazy and beautiful in Qiqi's eyes.

Qi Muran didn't speak.

The bluestone slabs were filled with the sound of their clattering footsteps and the sound of rain dripping from the eaves.

"Sister Xu, you... Got a sweetheart? ”

Qi Muran's gaze shot sharply towards Qiqi, but unfortunately she turned her back to Qiqi, but she didn't feel it.

Sweetheart?

He still remembered that she had said that she was chased and killed by Touch Immortal Castle because she fled without permission, just to find her who might have been dead for a long time... Damn sweetheart.

Xu Shu was also stunned by this question.

I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have a "sweetheart".

The one who was discovered by Touch Immortal Castle and then secretly executed... Sweetheart.

I couldn't believe it because I was still "affectionate", so I even escaped from the fairy castle and looked for his traces everywhere.

Oops, the character set up by yourself can't collapse.

"Actress" Xu Shu showed a poignant smile, "Yes, but he... Already..."

Qi Muran: "It's dead." ”

Xu Shu: "Ahem, cough, cough..."

Qiqi wanted to turn around and glare at her Uncle Qi.

How can anyone rub salt on other people's wounds like this?

But she didn't dare, so she could only comfort her with a distressed tone: "No wonder your singing voice is so sad." ”

Xu Shu really wants to say that he is a sad ghost, but the dedicated "Xu Yinghou" will never let the character collapse.

Thereupon... She lowered her head, "yes, it's been so long, I thought I at least didn't look sad anymore." ”

I don't know why, she thinks this line is a bit... Make.

Qi Muran turned around directly and neatly.

Xu Shu: Huh? Is the line disgusting to him?