The second more.

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In the next few days, Linglong was mysterious and secretive with a few senior brothers, and she didn't know what to discuss, and from time to time she got together with a few literary ghosts and cooed.

Now no one mentions her life in front of Xuanji, one will say that she is too lazy, and the other will say that she is listless, she is happy to close the door and sleep all day long.

In a few days, it will be the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and last night there was a heavy snowfall, blocking the newly swept road again. Someone came to pull Xuanji to clear the snow early, but she just lay on the bed with her head covered and pretended not to hear.

"Why are you still so lazy." The person who came to call her couldn't help but laugh, "Xuanji, get up." ”

She vaguely agreed, but she just didn't get up.

After a while, she felt that someone was filming herself, and she let out a chagrin sigh and muttered, "It's enough for you to sweep...... Snow...... And so many people ......."

The man said softly: "The so-called smelling the chicken and dancing, how can a cultivator be lazy. Soon, get up. ”

Xuanji was still lazy and didn't want to move, but she only felt that something was wrong in her heart, the speaker's voice was low and gentle, not like Linglong, she pulled the quilt, but saw the senior brother Du Minxing standing next to the bed, looking at her with a smile.

No matter how lazy she was, she couldn't help blushing, hurriedly sat up, and said in a low voice: "Why did Senior Brother call me." ”

When Du Minxing saw her get up, he let her go to the outhouse, turned his back to her, and said with a smile: "Linglong has been busy these days and has not seen anyone, and the master can't find her, so she called me." ”

Xuanji was embarrassed to ask him to wait outside for a long time, so she quickly freshened up and changed her clothes, and then went out with him, and said, "What is Linglong busy with?" After saying that, I couldn't help but yawn.

Du Minxing saw a tuft of hair sticking to her cheeks, and he moved for a while, raised his hand to twist it for her, and said, "Probably planning to play something during the New Year, she is different from you, she always loves these lively things." ”

Xuanji didn't notice it at all, and pushed the door and walked out.

Du Minxing squinted his eyes and looked at her slender back in a daze, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was real between her and the child four years ago.

The Xuanji in his heart is a distressing, occasionally helpless little girl who makes people angry, perhaps, not this lazy girl, but as light and soft as a cat.

The white horse passed by, and time swept away many memories, and sent many new memories. The moment I saw her, she was wearing a green spring dress, and the wind and snow in the sky turned into a gentle spring breeze, and she was the most leisurely and beautiful peony in the spring breeze.

"Xuanji."

He spat out the name softly between his lips, and the tip of his tongue had a wine-like tingling sensation that made him shudder.

But she didn't hear it.

She walked away.

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The thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve has finally arrived under the expectations of everyone. Early in the morning, the masters and apprentices of the Seven Peaks gathered at the top of Shaoyang Peak to prepare for the ceremony to welcome the new year.

The jasper platform on the top of the peak has long been cleaned, and there is no snow at all. Each of the four corners of the jade platform has a large drum with a leather skin, and there are two keel drumsticks hanging next to it.

Every year, the New Year's ceremony is indispensable. She loves to be in the limelight the most, and she has rehearsed with a group of young female disciples early, with a bright red waist drum hanging from her waist, ready to sing and dance at any time.

It wasn't until noon that the people of Qifeng came one after another, each standing in their assigned position, crowded, densely packed, talking and joking with each other, very lively.

Several of their disciples of the Min generation stood in a westerly position, just in time to see the huge Kui Pi drum in the west corner. This year, it was Zhong Minyan's turn to beat the drums. Today, he deliberately changed into a red and white drummer's short uniform, not afraid of the cold, his two arms were exposed, his hands were holding drumsticks, his muscles were stretched, and he was very heroic.

Zhong Minyan's already delicate spirit, in recent years, has grown in size, and it is like a beautiful jade that is gradually taking shape, standing next to the big drum, it is really a jade tree in the wind, and none of the female disciples around him are not looking at him, whispering all the privacy secrets about him.

Xuanji was also looking at him, from the time she returned to Shaoyang Peak to the present, she didn't seem to have had much chance to observe him up close. I don't know if he was deliberately dodging, or if she carelessly missed the opportunity and didn't even say a decent word.

Among the young disciples, there were many rumors about him and Linglong, and they all said that when Linglong turned eighteen, the two of them would get married. This pair of golden boys and girls has completely become a good story in Shouyang Mountain, the childhood sweethearts have no guesses, and how many romantic feelings are hidden in them!

For Xuanji, those rumors only had a faint smile after listening to them. In fact, she knew earlier than everyone who Zhong Minyan liked in her heart. From that time on, she broke off her ignorance and confusion.

I was young at the time. At that time, none of them understood feelings. There is only one him in her eyes, but there are many people around him. He will remember many people, and he will be moved and concerned by many people, but he will not have her. Now, she is alone and has nothing to worry about, but he already has a soft spot...... The answer was set four years ago, or even earlier.

The ignorant thoughts of those girls back then, the faint sadness and loss, now it seems that there is only an astringent smile.

Actually, that's good. Very good.

In the distant Jasper Terrace, Chu Lei slapped his hand, and everyone quieted down in an instant. Immediately after, the drums on all sides rang out in unison, like a stormy wave, swept in an instant, breaking through all barriers and coldness, and everyone's hearts jumped with the exhilarating rhythm.

Knock knock, knock knock......

It was as if the wave was beating against the limbs, the blood was circling rapidly, the brain was buzzing, the heartbeat was gradually accelerating, and the body was about to melt into the dense drum beat, becoming a sound of jubilation and jumping inside.

Zhong Minyan was covered in sweat, and the heavy keel drumstick in his hand also became a part of his body, and he threw it out with force, and threw it out again in exchange for fierce music.

He struck the last drum beat, exhausted, and looked back suddenly, only to see the group of girls in red in the center of the stage cheering in unison, and beating the small waist drum on his waist in unison. Unlike the deep, low sound of the drums, they are so crisp and flexible, like a stream crashing against the rocks along the shore.

There are so many people, so many red clothes, and there is only one person in his eyes.

Linglong wore the most vivid red clothes, smiled like a flower, her body danced softly, and the red silk on the drumstick in her hand flew up, like a pair of small wings.

Boom, boom, boom......

The new snow gradually fell again, piece by piece, on the red clothes, which was very conspicuous.

The red silk in her hand suddenly made an arc, her waist bent into an incredible arc, and the drums sang and danced, and she fixed there at the same time.

The crowd on the field was full of voices and cheered like a sea.

This is the end of the ceremony to welcome the New Year.

Xuanji can't remember how much pear blossom brew she drank that day, but in short, later, everyone treated it as water, and poured it into a sea bowl of sea.

The little junior sister and the little junior brother of the literary generation are the most active, and they all come to sing, dance and juggling.

The secret program prepared by Linglong with a few senior brothers also came to the fore, attracting constant laughter.

Aunt Hong's sword dance is even more dazzling.

Everything was beautiful, beautiful like a dream.

Xuanji sat quietly in the corner, quietly poured herself a glass of wine, and drank it quietly.

Unbeknownst to her, someone watched her quietly for a day.