"Come, sister. Try another piece of cloud cake. Xingkui on the side handed over a piece of cloud cake, "I have long seen that the fairies are hungry for it, and it is really sweet and soft." ”

"This cloud slice cake is thin and white, like clotted fat, very beautiful." Xingluan shook his head, "Thank you Sister Xingkui, my sister doesn't like sweets, and I'm afraid that my throat will itch and I will be very tired if I eat it." ”

"Sister, when have you ever tasted sweets?" Xingmei asked.

Xing Luan turned to Xing Mei and said, "Xing Mei, have you forgotten?" A few years ago, a nest of bees borrowed my branches to build a nest, and they gave us some honey in return, didn't they? Later, I learned that I didn't like sweetness, and you were afraid that eating honey would spoil your body, so you never gave it again. ”

"Oh. I remembered that there was indeed such a thing. So what happened to them? Xingmei asked.

"You didn't wake up at that time, and the queen bee told me before she left that the honey they made was clear in color, soft and delicate, and she was favored by the god of food, so she entered the immortal book and went to the back kitchen of the Heavenly Palace to do things." Xingluan replied.

"Oh, it turned out that I had climbed a high branch." Xingmei was a little disdainful.

Xing Luan was very angry when he heard this: "Xingmei, I don't like to hear what you say." Bees work hard every day, and if they have a good future, they deserve it. Why is it so flattering in your mouth? ”

Xingmei saw that Xing Luan was angry, and immediately showed weakness and begged for good: "Good sister, Xingmei is wrong, sister, you just said nonsense, okay?" ”

Xingluan was silent and ignored, he went straight into the room, took off his shoes and socks, and lay down with his back to the person.

Xingmei also followed, bent over, and poked her head to beg: "Good sister, don't be angry anymore, okay?" ”

Xing Luan still ignored it when he heard it, and grabbed the Luan flower that fell on the mattress in his hand, folded and unfolded horizontally, and folded and unfolded vertically. The luan flower couldn't stand her tossing, and immediately became broken, and when it was broken, she grabbed another one.

"Sister Xingluan, don't be angry, can you get up and teach me to write?" Xingkui on the side begged.

Looking at Xing Kui's well-behaved pitiful strength, Xing Luan's heart softened: "Okay, if you want to learn, I'll teach you." ”

In the dream of the Xinghe River, Xingluan has been accustomed to seeing Qingyuan dance and ink, in fact, she doesn't love literature and ink very much in her heart, poetry and writing, where is there singing and dancing to be pleasant and joyful, but the evening slope is a little off, and those fairies don't come often. It's a long day, it's boring, in order to pass the time, Xingluan will watch and learn from the sidelines, and after a long time, it will be over.

It is said that words are like people, and Xingluan is becoming more and more unbelievable now, because the Luan characters that have just been written are somewhat similar to Qingyuan's, and where a stroke and a painting will fall, they are all the feelings brought by enlightenment.

"Come on, Xingkui, let's practice Heng first." Xingluan's right hand lightly held Xingkui's small hand, "When this is in the air, you have to move the pen slightly to the right, okay?" In this way, the trend is slightly reversed on the left, and then written to the right, be bold, and pause down. Look, okay. ”

"It's good-looking, Xingkui herself will write it a few more times."

"Xingmei, you can also come and try it." Xingluan saw that Xingmei was absent-minded, so he beckoned her over.

Xingmei was not very happy when she saw it, and frowned: "It's good for my sister and Xingkui to write, I am annoyed when I see the pen and paper, and my brain hurts terribly, why don't I give you a little song that I learned from the fairy a few days ago?" ”

"Okay, Sister Xingmei, sing quickly."

"The grass pond, the green and shaded courtyard, the evening is sunny and cold through the window screen. The jade hook and gold lock, the tube is a guest. On the front seat of the lonely honor, only the end of the cape is sad. Can I stay? The drunkenness is gone, and there are pear blossoms. In that year, he was rewarded, and the incense sleeves were smoking, and the tea was divided by the live fire. The pole is like a dragon and a horse, and the water is light. Not afraid of wind and rain, just called, boiled wine flowers. Now, too, it can't be embraced, it looks like the old days? ”

Xingmei's voice is clear and penetrating, and the timbre is just sweet, so it doesn't make people feel tired at all. When she began to sing a cappella, it seemed to be chanting poetry slowly, and the melody spread around each word as if it were nothing, and this feeling was very special.

Xing Luan didn't expect Xing Mei to sing so well, and was unconsciously brought into the lonely and melancholy poems, and a little tear slowly appeared in her eyes.

Although Xingmei on the side couldn't understand what Xingmei was singing, the music score written by Shangxian was really powerful, which made the innocent Xingkui also sad and couldn't help but put down her pen: "Sister Xingmei sings really well." Xingkui is homesick and wants to save those friends of Yangpo. ”

The slope of Bangyang, where the little star sunflower is located, is even more partial, there is no water and no road, there is an endless field, there is no grass and trees that are willing to dry in winter and glory in summer, as far as the eye can see, it is layers of green and vitality.

Under a large banyan tree, Xingkui and her sisters live a life of rising sun year after year.

Facing the sun, they are dyed as bright yellow as the sun, and the heart-shaped leaves on the thin stalks are staggered, clean and neat, and many purple-black sunflower seeds will grow in the middle of the large inflorescences, and some cute mice and birds will often fall on them, pecking off the purple-black fruits, and affectionately rubbing or crying to thank them for their gifts.

There are not so many beautiful buildings there, whether it is the gentle slanting sun or the scorching sun, it gives the star sunflower endless warmth and hope.

When you look up, the clear sky is very close, and the occasional eagle that flies by makes a particularly beautiful curve.

Even the clouds and rain can carry a touch of sad romance, and she likes to listen to pairs of birds whispering love whispers on the side.

When the Emperor of Heaven announced the news that he would select Dream Spirits among the strange flowers and plants, Xingkui thought that he was just an unrelated crowd who made up a number, but he didn't think that this good thing actually fell on his head, and his friends said that it must be the immortal who chose Xingkui away who was drunk at the time, and Xingkui himself thought so.

In those days, the sisters were all happy for Xingkui, thinking that there would also be a fairy coming out of Bangyangpo, and they felt that they were full of energy, and they could also brag about the passing wild bee Fluttershy.

If Xingkui made some achievements in the Dream Star Palace, the emperor must be happy, and bring more rain and sunshine to this night slope to walk around, and I am afraid that the evening slope will not have the current vitality.

When night fell, the sunflowers easily had a free time, the sunflower lazily stroked its flowers and leaves and prepared to sleep, but saw the old locust tree shaking there unwillingly, and after a while, the dew fell from above, and soon soaked the stamens of the starflower.

"Girls, this is the rain and dew I have saved for a few days, so I should take it as a good meal for Xingkui." The voice of the old locust tree came from above.

Before the rain and dew fell, I saw little by little fireflies slowly diffuse from a distance, and the little by little rain and dew emitted a scorching light.

Soon the rain and dew subsided, and the light of fireflies came like a tide, and Xingkui had never seen so many fireflies swarms around him, so he shook his body slightly to catch some swaggering light.

Suddenly, I felt that the speed of the fireflies had become much faster, and in the chaotic light, a neat and rapid flow of light slowly appeared, outlining soft and smooth curves that were intertwined with each other, up or down, like a dragon leaping, eye-catching, and shocking.

"Star sunflower, is it good-looking?"

"It's good-looking, it's good-looking."

"I heard you're going to be a dream spirit, and the fireflies have specially arranged it for you."

"Really? That's nice. ”

A sleepless night, bees and butterflies dance.

Thinking of this, Xingkui couldn't hold back her tears.

"Sister Xingkui, what's wrong with you?" Xingmei saw Xing Kui crying and hurriedly stopped singing.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xingkui embarrassedly turned her face away.

"Sister." Xingmei subconsciously asked Xingluan for help.

Xingluan took the rose cake and stepped forward, took out the handkerchief he was carrying and wiped the tears in the corners of Xingkui's eyes: "Come, come, come, Xiao Xingkui, don't cry, your face won't look good if you cry." Sister, there is a rose cake here, which will melt the pain in your heart. ”

"Thank you, sister." Xingkui took the rose crisp in Xingluan's hand.

"Is the rose crisp delicious?" Xing Luan asked.

"It's delicious, it's sweet." Xingkui smiled very cutely, "Sister, what do you think of my horizontal writing?" ”

"There's a little bit of the cute charm of the little star sunflower." Xingluan affectionately stroked the broken hair on Xingkui's forehead.

"Sister Xingkui is homesick?" Xingmei asked from the side.

Xingkui raised his face: "Yes, a few days before Xingkui came to dream, the sisters of the evening Yangpo practiced for me together, and there were a lot of fireflies dancing that night, but it was beautiful." ”

"My sister is a blessing, everyone in the Wanqingpo where Sister Xingluan and I live is scattered, but we don't have such a good relationship, and we were hated by many people when we became Dream Spirits." Xingmei said enviously.

"Well, how did I not know?" Xing Luan asked.

"Sister, I deliberately hide it from you, I'm afraid you'll be in a bad mood. There is a Luan tree in the east, but rumors are spreading everywhere that you have robbed her of the place of her dream spirit. I don't know where she got her confidence, so I want to say that the position of this dream spirit originally belonged to my sister. Well, now that I can't see those annoying bad guys in the Dream Star Palace. Xingmei said.

Xingkui heard Xingmei talk about a Luan tree, so he asked: "Luan Shu, the immortal soldiers in front of the Dream Star Palace said that there was a Luan tree that escaped from the fairy world without permission, isn't it the Luan tree that Xingmei's sister said?" ”

"Probably not, that Luan tree is so bold?" Xingmei felt a little incredible.

The copper kettle is dripping, and it will be put into the unitary.