Qi Qiaoshui once asked why she liked to lie here in a daze.

Feng Xi replied: There are all kinds of beings below.

The subtle expressions on everyone's face are different. There is satisfaction, there is happiness, there is depression, there is anxiety......

Living in the hustle and bustle of the city is also a kind of spiritual practice.

When she said this, Qi Qiaoshui's strange gaze still remembered it, and she couldn't help but eat and enjoy it.

Indeed, in Qi Qiaoshui's eyes, Feng Xi is a woman full of quirks, disrespectful and unruly, what she thinks of and what to say, although she has a quiet side, she has never spoken slowly, but the words that come out of her mouth are usually straightforward to the point of dislike.

Moreover, she is lazy.

After coming to Yangzhou for a few days, in addition to going out for a stroll the next day, I lived in the inn, holding a book or a travelogue, and I could pass the time for a whole day.

Qi is weak, he goes out early and returns late every day, or he doesn't see anyone for two days. Feng Xi never asked him where he had gone or what he had done. She always felt that Qi Qiaoshui brought her to Yangzhou and paid for her accommodation in advance, which is a rare good person in the world. Moreover, although they are on the same road, their relationship is not very close.

Feng Xi doesn't like to get to the bottom of things, and has always adhered to the theory that he doesn't interfere too much with the privacy of others.

However, when facing Qi Qiaoshui, Feng Xi had to admit that she made an exception.

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In the blink of an eye, it was May.

In a flash, Feng Xi has been in Yangzhou for more than half a month. She has seen all the surrounding landscapes, and she has been shaking to the teahouse to drink tea one day, and by the way, she heard the storyteller knocking on the waking wood, and the mouth foaming is flying.

Just looking at the harmonious sunlight falling leisurely outside the window, I don't know where my mind drifted.

Sitting from morning to dark, the little girl who added tea quietly looked at Fengxi several times a day, and felt that this good-looking girl was thinking so much, but she didn't make trouble, and paid for the tea. Their teahouse is open to welcome guests, and there is no reason to drive guests out.

Qi Qiaoshui found Feng Xi in the teahouse, she held her cheeks, teasing the black cat who had never left her, and her eyes suddenly became distracted.

On the way back to the inn, Feng Xi suddenly asked, "Qi Qiaoshui, have you ever been curious about your past life?" ”

Qi Xiaoshui paused, looked at her strangely, and said, "No." "It's a strange question, as strange as this woman.

"I wasn't curious before, but—" She blinked, looking up at the big red lanterns hanging outside the shops in the market, dimly exuding a warm halo, "Recently, seeing the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of these people, I suddenly became curious." ”

Qi Wanshui was silent and listened to her continue.

"For the twenty years I can remember, my heart was like a pool of stagnant water, and I didn't feel real happiness or sadness."

Her tone was a little confused, and her eyes were sudden, which rarely made Qi Xiaoshui feel that she also had a weak side.

She stopped, and he also stood behind her, put his hands on his shoulders, and said indifferently: "Is this important?" He couldn't understand why he should stagnate and keep looking at the time that had passed.

Those who have passed have become clouds, and there is no possibility of turning back.

Feng Xi smiled, "You don't think it's important, probably because you haven't lost some of your memories, right?" She gestured to the sparse crowds of passers-by on the street.

"It is precisely because of the memory that they will show a melancholy or joyful expression on their faces. And I, with nothing in my mind, naturally can't empathize. ”

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