I don't know when Yun Xian will talk a little in front of Yun Jiuqing.

There are only two kinds of people in her eyes, likes and dislikes.

Talk to people you like, and don't talk to people you hate. This is also the reason why the Yun family did not clarify after being wronged compared to her.

You don't have to waste your life for an irrelevant annoyance, and it's the kind of thing that doesn't matter to it.

Ignore those who have malice towards her, but for those who are good to her, she will return the warmth of her strength. Miss Jiuqing is the best person she has ever met for her, if it weren't for her, she might still be staying in a corner of the Yun family, how could she have a happy life now.

Nor will she meet these friends who are also good to her.

Although Miss Jiuqing is only twelve years old, she gives her a unique sense of security, just like a lost child who hears her mother's call is at ease.

"Hmm." There's no afterthought.

The setting sun is yellow, orange and orange reflecting the green moss between the cracks in the stones on the street.

This is just a group of teenagers returning home, led by a jumping girl, dressed in emerald green clothes, and more agile in the sunset.

The girl who followed the back smiled with a small face, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bell, playing with the blood-red hairpin that was taken off her head at some point, her eyes flashing. The handsome young man behind him hurried to catch up, holding a pair of delicate and lovely shoes in his white and powerful hands.

Only then did she notice the girl's slender feet exposed to the setting sun.

There were also three people who were silent, walking unhurriedly, and were left far behind.

The moon that set yesterday crossed the mountains and hung in the sky at an unknown height, full of unattainable beauty.

In the courtyard, there is a back sitting alone, the moon shadow is cast, a jar of mellow aroma wine is independent next to the stone table, occasionally a flower floats down, the fragrance of flowers and wine are mixed and fused, and it is more and more tempting to drink.

I have no intention of appreciating the flowers, let alone drinking, and I don't know where my mind has drifted.

The ink on the table is wanton, flamboyant and restrained.

Yuewei, who came out at night to relieve herself, suddenly noticed the figure in the yard and wanted to find out, so she hid her breath and walked slowly.

But the man noticed that the man was approaching, and left in the blink of an eye.

All that was left was a jar of half-drunk wine, flowers that kept falling, and ink dripping from the edge of the table.

The night breeze blew, and a thin piece of rice paper on the stone table was blown up.

The floral wine is mellow and incomprehensible, and under the shadow of the moon, the heart is ......

The last stroke of the word was not finished, and it was clear that the poem had not been written yet, and the person left in a hurry.

"Sister Qing, I encountered a very strange thing yesterday, that is, yesterday I went out in the middle of the night to relieve my hands, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the night wind was howling, it looked like a night when thieves were rampant. Sure enough, I saw a sneaky shadow inside as I passed through the courtyard. ”

In the early morning, a group of six people walked down the street and listened to Yuehuan talk endlessly.

"I thought it was bad, it must be a thief, so I was ready to go up and catch him. That kid is also strange, he didn't steal things first when he came in, but sat in the yard and drank wine, arrogant! But he was really clever, and when he saw Uncle Ben coming again, he ran away very familiarly. ”

Yuewei was not embarrassed at all.

But also, people like Yuewei are just like Ye Xilian, and their skin is thicker than the city wall!