When Sixteen was sober, he saw that Su Xiu'e and Jing'er were exhausted, one of them was sitting against the railing, and the other was leaning against the door with the futon rolled, their faces were already flushed and wheezing violently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe he woke up too early, and the room was a mess, but he didn't wake anyone. Sixteen hurriedly helped Jing'er up, thinking of the previous scene, the hands of the two were staggered again. Sixteen's memory is still stuck when he was in a coma, and he doesn't know how Su Xiu'e got in, "I ......"

"I know, monks can't get drunk, I'm just teasing Sixteen, you don't have to take it to heart. Jing'er gently patted Sixteen on the shoulder, and she was suddenly very lively, and her tone was also light, and it was heartbreaking. She is the most traditional and conservative woman, if it is changed to the past, anyone who is seen with bare little feet will be regarded as skin kisses, and it will be disgraceful, not to mention the scene just now. Jing'er didn't run away, she just rolled up the thick futon and went back to bed and lit the stove.

Sixteen Dao: "Today's Buddha's birthday, you can go to the street to have a good time, Jing'er, how are your injuries?"

Jing'er said: "I'd better recuperate for a while." ”

Both of them were a little embarrassed, Su Xiu'e hurriedly came over to play the round, she took Sixteen's hand and ran out. "Hey, leave her alone. Sixteen was surprised that he was naked, and quickly lifted the robe scattered on the ground, and he looked at the bed more meaningfully, could it be that when he was unconscious, he was occupied by the soul that made a strange sound, and made some ...... to Jing'er Unforgivable things?As he was leaving, he glanced at Jing'er with his back to the fire and didn't say anything. Su Xiu'e pulled Sixteen to the porch, but she couldn't pull it, and Sixteen said, "You were also in the room just now, what happened to me and Jing'er?"

Su Xiu'e pretended to be sad and said, "Hey, it's nothing more than such and such a thing, I didn't expect it to be so powerful, I'm still numb and exhausted." ”

Sixteen: "Is this true?"

Su Xiu'e said, "Is there still a fake?" she suddenly glanced at Sixteen's whole body with an intriguing gaze, "If you are still unsatisfied, I will accompany you at any time." She pursed her lips and teeth as if she were habitual.

Sixteen: "It seems that nothing happened to me and Jing'er. Because you lick your lips whenever you feel empty, whether intentionally or not. ”

Su Xiu'e was a little surprised, she didn't notice that she had this small action. She said, "Then why do you knowingly ask something, and go to the street quickly." She grabbed Sixteen and continued to run, and when she ran to the door of the inn, she saw An Nan pushing the cannon out, but the cannon refused to do so, so she kicked her buttocks, "Let's go! The cannon said, "The early insects are eaten by the birds." In the end, he was still defeated by An Nan, was kicked into the street, and said angrily: "Isn't it just to collect medicine, I don't believe that there are any monsters coming out of the mountains! Go!" He walked ahead angrily with the waterfall crossbow and the remaining child and mother arrows on his back.

It's just sunrise now, and there are few passers-by on the street.

Last night, the snow flooded the courtyard, and some early risers swept the snow in front of the door and coughed a few times, which made people feel cold to the bone. Su Xiu'e walked through the long street humming a little song, and the red lanterns hung high in each door, which matched her makeup. She had been walking in front of Sixteen, and every time Sixteen tried to approach her, she ran away like an elf, as if Sixteen would never be able to catch up with her, not knowing what was going on in her heart. Even she couldn't figure it out herself.

Su Xiu'e smiled: "It snowed heavily last night. ”

Sixteen: "Last night's heavy snow, you won't be so happy." ”

Su Xiu'e said: "I'm looking forward to the heavy snow, the heavy snow will bury everything." She thought that the corpse in the middle of the house would definitely not be found anytime soon. She saw a black cat curled up on the side of the street, the black cat had a languid demeanor, a vigorous posture, a pair of amber eyes slightly squinted, almost falling asleep. Su Xiu'e tiptoed towards it, and when she was about to scare the cat, the black cat was sober, jumped onto the fence, climbed onto the eaves with her tail wagging, and rushed to the other side of the street. Su Xiu'e was a little disappointed, but there was no way, everything in the world could not be controlled by her alone, what should go may go, and what should stay may not necessarily stay.

The two went to the tavern and ordered some food and drink.

Su Xiu'e looked at Sixteen's absent-minded appearance and said, "Who are you worried about?"

Sixteen rolled up his sleeves, suddenly felt that this action was superfluous, and took his hand out of his sleeve again, "I'm not worried about anyone. After he finished speaking, he lifted the rough clay bowl and drank the tea in it slowly. The hot tea in the clay bowl also drove away the stiffness of his hands, and made his frosty eyebrows slowly spread.

Su Xiu'e drank the liquor in the cup in one gulp. She pressed the cup to her fingertips, spun it around the table, and suddenly asked, "What do you think of the mirror?" She was looking forward to Sixteen's answer, she was also a very smart woman, and it was not advisable to fool her casually.

Sixteen said: "If people do not talk about the affairs of the world, they are people who have nothing to do in the world." ”

The cup in Su Xiu'e's hand fell and rolled around on the table. At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the door, and there was a crackling sound of firecrackers at someone's house. It turned out that the outside of the tavern had long been overcrowded, and it was crowded one after another. There was a sound of laughter, a few children playing and playing, and the slowest little kid was left behind, and the farts chased after him.

"Let's go, we should buy some new clothes. "The sixteenth leader left.

Su Xiu'e said secretly: "She looks much more beautiful without clothes than when she wears clothes." ”

The old bridge is crowded with people.

People spread clothes and give alms, and there are also firecrackers and cannons. Although it is not as good as the New Year, it is also a happy and auspicious day, and people hope to celebrate well today, seek a good marriage and good results in the next life. Even expensive fireworks were lit. In fact, fireworks came from Persia, and the Central Plains mainland also learned gunpowder saltpeter and other concoction techniques, which is no longer precious, but in Lingnan Town, it is still a luxury. The children also stopped chasing and watched the fireworks with a grin. This is a self-made fireworks made by the people in Lingnan Town, which is amazingly powerful and can be seen clearly during the day. When it was put into the eleventh, there was a sudden loud bang, and the inferior fireworks blew up the house and shattered the intelligence, but fortunately there were no casualties. After everyone sighed, a simple smile appeared on their faces.

I have to say that the folk customs here are much simpler than those in Xiaonan County.

The fireworks soared into the sky, and even the most precipitous peaks in the mountains could be seen.

"Fireworks, it's beautiful. ”

"On December 8, the residents of Lingnan Town celebrate the Buddha's birthday. ”

"I want to see it. ”

"But your body ......"

Outside the house, a white-haired boy sat under a purple pomegranate vine, his face pale and sickly. The fox girl who served him next to him was very sad, with a towel and ginseng tea in her hand.

The teenager should be a heroic age, but the teenager has white hair, and he looks even more haggard. The fox girl wanted to wipe his sweat, but found that the boy had taken the sword from the shrine, so she didn't move.

He looked at this seven-star sword with an ancient style, and looked a little stupid. If someone disturbed him when he touched his sword, he would definitely lay that person's head on the altar to pay respects, and he had not done so.

"What do you think of fireworks?"

The fox girl was silent.

"Don't be afraid, you can answer me, I won't kill you like someone else. ”

The fox girl trembled her hands, as if she was suppressing her anger, but she still couldn't help it, and replied in defiance: "I don't know!"

The boy began to say to himself: "When the fireworks go off, everyone stares at it. I sometimes wonder if it really wants to bloom, or is it just the moment of fireworks that it has been looking forward to for a lifetime. No one can take away its brilliance, even if endless loneliness and depression await it later. ”

The young man gently closed the seven-star sword, "I hope there will be no sandstorms in the Western Regions in the coming year, so that he can come early." ”

The fox girl said: "I hope that the coming year will pass slowly, so that you will not return to the west when he comes." ”

The white-haired boy said, "I was born in June, how much does Dr. Sun say I have?"

The fox girl replied, "Twenty-eight years old."

"What year is it?"

"Twenty-seven years. ”

A few purple pomegranate flowers under the eaves of Yaju withered, and the fox girl tied a string of wind chimes on the grid, and the wind blew through, crisp and pleasant. The cold wind outside the mountain was whining, but it was warm as spring near Yaju, and the white-haired young man closed his eyes and listened to the bell, holding a sword in his arms, humming a small song outside the plug.

No one has ever heard the melody of this song, only he, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a beautiful poem: it is another year of victory, looking through the water, white head, not seeing guests from the Western Regions.

He sniffed the flowers and coughed twice.

"Ahem, ahem. This time it has come and gone, and the blue fox is estimated to be back tonight. I hope the rice wine tastes a little more mellow this time. ”

"Yes, Mr. Hayabusa. ”

He retreated into the elegant house, and the purple pomegranate flowers on the eaves quickly withered.