The two of them are like ordinary people going out for a picnic, eating, playing, and talking.

Shi'er was very relaxed, and Qiuqiu leaned on him, more relaxed than him.

In autumn, the sky is so blue that it makes people's hearts palpitate, and the color of the mountain tops has changed from green to flowing golden, reflecting the sky bluer and the water greener.

Looking at Qiuqiu looking at the mountain, Shi'er asked, "Do you want to go up the mountain?" ”

Qiuqiu shook her head: "No need." There are good things on the mountains, and there are good things here. Maybe I'll get to the mountains, and I'll think it's better here. ”

Shi'er was stunned for a moment.

When I'm with Qiuqiu, I'm always inadvertently touched.

Qiuqiu rummaged through the fruits in the basket: "Oh, this one is a little overripe, it shouldn't have been pressed to the bottom just now, you see, it's all dripping." ”

When the skin of the fruit is overripe, it is very thin and crisp. As soon as it is brittle, it will break the skin and flow juice when it is pressed slightly, and the few ripe fruits are pressed very miserably, and the worst one only has a skin left, and the juice and pulp are all gone.

Qiuqiu felt a pity: "Alas, I can't eat it, it's sweet." ”

"It's okay, there's a lot more in the trees."

These fruits can't be eaten by everyone alone, even if all the birds on the mountain and the rat monkeys who can climb trees come to help, so when they have free time, the disciples will also pick some fruits to pickle and exchange some other products with people outside the mountain.

Shi'er showed Qiuqiu the pickled glazed fruits, which were of different colors. Some are yellow and bright, like amber, while others are red and mellow, like rubies. Others may be pickled when the fruit is still green, the color is green and tea, and the taste is sweet and sour, but it is more than pure sweetness.

Qiuqiu picked the long grass ears by the stream, braided a grass ring for Shi'er, and straightened up with a smile and put it on his head.

Even Da Bai and Huo'er came over, and Qiuqiu made one for them again. The big white grass ring just covered both ears, and the fire was ...... It's a bit of a dilemma. His head was too big and bald, and the grass rings couldn't hang on his head. If it's small, it slips off, and when it gets bigger, it goes straight over the head and around the neck. But he didn't mind, he hung around his neck on the top of others, still happily swaying around.

Qiuqiu smiled and made two small ones for him to hang on his ears as earrings, and a white fat doll suddenly looked a little Indian.

"I used to coax my younger siblings like this at home." Qiuqiu said: "It turns out that I can't make it up." Once when I was shopping, my little sister fell in love with a puppy made of straw, but it was just a few worthless hay, and it was sold for one or two pennies after weaving. But children still like this. My little sister would rather buy this than buy candy, so I bought one for her, she tao, and she didn't play for a while before she was going to disperse, so I tried to fix it for her. ”

"You've learned?"

Qiuqiu smiled: "How can it, the puppy is not easy to make up, it is too complicated." However, I learned how to make it, and I was able to try to make it simple. ”

She didn't use this hand to coax her younger brothers and sisters. And not only straw weaving, but also waste recycling, family ropes, cloth heads, these are all used by her for reprocessing.

However, since the little sister went up the mountain, she also left home and went to the Purple Jade Pavilion, so these things are not often done.

Now that I pick it up again, I feel like I'm reliving an old dream.

It's been a few years, but when I think about it, it seems like a long, long time ago.

Qiuqiu was talking, and the work in hand was finished.

Shi'er saw that it was a fat doll.

"Is this a fire?"

Qiuqiu didn't think about what to make up when she first made it up, and she was a little surprised when she made it up for herself.

Shi'er asked if this was Huo'er, and she replied vaguely.

In fact...... It's not fire.

What she thinks about is actually her own business.

The possibility of her and Shi'er having offspring is very slim.

Shi'er said that she didn't mind at all, but Qiuqiu always felt that this was a huge shortcoming.

Qiuqiu disguised the fat doll under the cloth pocket, pulled the grass stalks casually, and quickly made a small basket.

The pale yellow grass stalks fluttered and bent between her dexterous fingers, turning into the shape Qiuqiu wanted.

This basket is just good-looking, like the kind of backpack that girls often carry in Qiuqiu's previous life, with a small pouch mouth, a big belly, and a cover on the mouth. Cute is very cute, but if you put in fruit, it would be nice to be able to fit three or four.

"It's cute." Shi'er softly picked up the strap of the small straw basket with her fingers.

"It's not practical, it can't fit anything." Qiuqiu looks at the fruit of the branches. It's always a pity to let them fall off and fall to the ground.

Shi'er smiled and said: "If you want to pickle the fruit too, let Huo'er help you collect some and bring it back, which is less labor-intensive than picking it yourself." ”

Qiuqiu originally thought that Huo'er might not be reliable in doing things, but when she remembered the scene of Huo'er being picked up upside down and dumping things down, she couldn't help but snicker.

Maybe Huo'er really has a knack for storing things.

As soon as Huo'er heard that she could come in handy, she automatically spontaneously went to Qiuqiu's body.

Qiuqiu hugged him: "Come, let's bring some fruit back and pickle it to eat." ”

A word of eating greatly stimulates the enthusiasm of Huo'er, and he is very neat to do his work, and he does not need to be urged at all.

Qiuqiu is particularly talented in getting food. How to dry, how to pickle, the heat is properly controlled. Of course, if you don't always follow Huo'er and Da Bai to mischief and steal food, it will be more worry-free and trouble-free.

She had already heard about Yonghui's disposition.

I heard what kind of punishment it is?

She didn't know what this punishment was. This wind word sounds elegant and elegant, but if there is a punishment in the back, it is definitely not a good fruit.

But when the executioners came, she saw them.

Qiuqiu immediately understood why the prisoner had changed color when everyone talked about it.

They are expressionless, obviously standing in front of people, but people can't tell what they look like. They were exactly the same size, and they were dressed in the same gray robes, and they stood there silent, lifeless and presenceless, almost like a column of wandering spirits.

It was evening, and the cold fog was thickening, and the figures of these executioners seemed to melt into the mist at any moment.

Yonghui was wearing a plain green cloth dress, and her hair was tied in a bunch at random.

She didn't look old anymore, and Qiuqiu almost didn't recognize her.

No wonder Elder Zheng said that Yonghui turned out to be an outstanding beauty among the disciples of that generation, and her beauty was more in her aura than her facial features.

And Mingyuan ......

He turned out to be bald.

And the kind of bell-style burqa he wears, how does it look like a monk wears.

Elder Song next to her explained to her: "Their master and apprentice are following the path of Buddhist cultivation. ”

A pair that looks really compatible.

Qiuqiu stood there from afar and watched.

Originally, he was worried that Mingyuan would give up his life if he loved Yonghui so much, but now that Yonghui was going to be executed, could he accept it?

If he doesn't know it, he will say again: I will accompany her to be tortured.

But the expressions of both of them were relaxed and calm, and they were not as calm as lovers who were about to be separated and separated.

Yonghui even had an indifferent smile on her face, as if she was not going to be executed, but to a spring banquet. Mingyuan also did not show that he was reluctant to give up.

In short, the reaction of the two is too calm and calm, too unlike lovers who promise life and death.

It's the exact opposite of when I was in Changwei Valley.

Yonghui raised her head and looked this way.

Of course, her eyesight has now recovered, and she has a pair of sheared eyes, which look sparkling and moving.

She said something to Mingyuan, and then said a few words to the prisoner behind her, and then turned around and walked quickly towards Qiuqiu.

"Autumn girl."

Yonghui bowed deeply.

Of course, Qiuqiu couldn't accept such a formal gift, so she hurriedly returned the gift.

"Miss Qiu, I am grateful for your tolerance and generosity for not bothering with me, but I am still uneasy."

"It doesn't have to be that way." Qiuqiu said: "In Changwei Valley, you have already apologized. ”

"That can't be counted, at that time, the apology was more like an expedient measure for begging for life. Back then, I was narrow-minded, jealous of the virtuous, and even almost killed you. Autumn girl, I'm really sorry. ”

"It's really fine." Qiuqiu shook her head and said with a smile: "I don't remember anyway, so it's better to pretend it didn't happen." ”

Yonghui also smiled.

This Senior Sister Yonghui is really arrogant.

Although she was either embarrassed and miserable from Qiuqiu's time when she saw her, she was so humble and polite now, Qiuqiu could feel it. This Senior Sister Yonghui is a very proud person in her bones.

Even as she bent down and knocked her forehead to the ground, her proud bones became more and more rigid and strong.

Qiuqiu looked at Mingyuan, who was staring at them, and was a little puzzled.

She still felt that the reaction of the two of them was too calm.

Yonghui is going to be executed, and I don't know if I can come back, or rather, I don't know if I can come back alive.

How could Mingyuan be so indifferent.

Yonghui also glanced at him, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

Yonghui smiled at him, turned his head and whispered, "He said, he waited for me to come back." ”

Well, Qiuqiu thought, there are many kinds of true love.

The life and death of these two people before they were inseparable, and the current appointment and stay together, are all different manifestations of love.

Yonghui followed the executioner away, and Elder Zheng patted Mingyuan on the shoulder: "Okay, you can go back too, you will come out before your body is properly recuperated, and it will take a lot of time for you to completely restore your old view if you continue like this." ”

"Elder Lao Zheng bothered."

Mingyuan's face looks very frank, and when he laughs, he has a sunny and handsome feeling.

In a bunch of facial paralysis, icebergs, and white-faced scholars, Yonghui's eyesight is really good.

Mingyuan also walked over and said very politely: "Miss Qiu." ”RS

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