"Teacher Daolian, goodbye."

The Xu family is under the jurisdiction of the capital, and in the cultivator college, as the bell rings for the end of class, a group of children of different sizes rush out of the classroom.

The youngest child was only five or six years old, while the oldest was seventeen or eighteen.

The farewell sound that sounded in her ears from time to time made Xu Daolian's mouth raise a smile, and the movements of sorting out the lesson plan in her hand softened a little.

She turned her head sideways, looked at the few remaining students in the classroom, and advised: "Don't worry about going to the amusement park to play electric after school, ~~~." ”

Nagging, full of the unique taste of middle-aged Obasan.

A few little children who were still in the corridor outside the classroom suddenly stuck out their tongues at Xu Daolian's back, looking super disdainful.

But as soon as Xu Daolian turned around, she immediately closed her mouth again, showing the appearance of a good child.

I have to say that children are natural actors.

"Knock knock!"

After sorting out the teaching plan of the podium, Xu Daolian took it in her hand and walked out.

As soon as she got out of the teaching building, she saw a familiar figure standing in the open flower bed, her eyes blinked, and she was a little excited and a little restrained.

Qiao Shengsheng walked in front of the man, Xu Daolian was a little nervous and said, "Master~"

Hearing the title of the eldest girl in front of her, Qiu Yue's heart inevitably fluctuated a little, she smiled and quipped, "Why don't you call me sister?" ”

Xu Daolian half bit her thin lip, feeling a little apprehensive; "The master is noble, ~~~."

As soon as the words began, Qiu Yue heard a sour smell.

The class thinking of the local monks is also faintly revealed in Xu Daolian.

After all, Qiu Yue slept for too long, and she couldn't catch up with the age when Dao Lian was shaping her character, which caused her to have a biased personality and inherited the shadow of some local monks.

With a sigh in her heart, Qiu Yue stopped making those little jokes.

Instead, he asked about Xu Daolian's parents, and they all revealed concern in and out of the words.

The eldest girl just replied, with a restrained expression, and she was anxious for a while.

Qiu Yue really didn't know that Mao was such a lively person when he was a child, but he became such a stereotypical character when he grew up.

There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere.

"Teacher!"

The greeting interrupted the atmosphere that had gradually become cold.

When I turned my head, I saw two girls wearing JK plaid skirts, with bright smiles that were healing.

When Xu Daolian saw them, she nodded slightly, and said casually: "Hurry home after school, don't let the family worry." ”

"Got it, teacher, we'll be back soon."

Qiu Yue looked at this scene thoughtfully.

It wasn't until the two girls left that she spoke, "Come with me for a cup of milk tea." ”

Hearing this, Xu Daolian's eyes showed a somewhat strange look.

Milk tea, a phrase in the mouth of a young man, spits out from the mouth of a veteran monk, and there is always a sense of disobedience.

There are many snack streets outside the school, and children after school gather in front of various stalls, laughing one after another.

"Lian, what flavor do you want to eat?"

Standing in front of the bubble tea shop, Qiu Yue turned around and asked.

The vague impression of the stereotyped family elder in her memory dissipated most of Xu Daolian's mind, and the vague memory of getting along with Qiu Yue when she was a child became clear.

The years are a knife to kill pigs, burying and sealing too many memories, which makes people unconsciously bring a stereotypical impact.

"Lotus~"

Qiu Yue looked at her with a smile and said loudly, "What are you in a daze." ”

"Let's see which one you like."

The words were soft, evoking Xu Daolian's long-term memory, and she vaguely remembered that when she was very young, Shizun used this gentle tone.

But when I think about it, I can't remember it.

At that time, she was too young, and the time that had passed was too long, even if she had broken through to the ninth level of Qi refining in her cultivation realm now, she couldn't remember it clearly.

"Sister~, I want it, red beans."

His lips twitched, and he said this sentence unconsciously.

When she said that, she herself was a little surprised.

Qiu Yue's eyebrows were crooked, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

"Sure enough, it's just that too much time has passed."

"People will always wear colored glasses subtly, no, it can't be said to be colored glasses, it can only be said that children are growing up, less of that love, unconsciously less magnificent colors."

Qiu Yue smiled brightly, handed out a spirit stone, and said to the staff who sold milk tea: "Two cups of red beans, use spirit fruit~~·." ”

The little brother in charge of the cashier took the spirit stone, glanced at Qiu Yue, and praised: "Little sister, you are so cute." ”

An unintentional remark made Qiu Yue a little crying and laughing, but she didn't care about it.

But when these words fell on Xu Daolian's ears, it made her strange look even more intense.

My shoulders couldn't help but tremble, and a smile welled up in my heart.

Fortunately, she was suffocated.

But when she looked at Qiu Yue's gaze, she quietly lost a little estrangement and restraint.

The impression of the elders is also gradually fading.

"Now, little sister, your milk tea is ready."

Hearing the title of little sister from the clerk's mouth again, Qiu Yue really didn't know what to say.

She has only been asleep for more than ten years, and it seems that everyone no longer remembers her identity.

Having said that, she is always sixteen years old, and she is really tender.

In terms of appearance, it's really not wrong to be called a little sister.

The slightly icy milk tea quietly stuck to Xu Daolian's side cheek, and Qiu Yue raised her head slightly, looking at the big girl who was already half a head taller than her.

"Tsk, Daolian, you also want to call me a little sister, don't you?"

The ridiculous words fell on Xu Daolian's ears, so she couldn't help but hurriedly wave her hand to explain: "No, how can I call Shizun your little sister." ”

Peel off the straw wrapper three or two times, puncture the milk tea seal with a click, Qiu Yue bit the straw lightly, took a sip, and handed the cup of milk tea to Xu Daolian.

At the end, he winked a little playfully.

Xu Daolian was stunned and looked at the milk tea in her hand, feeling a little messy.

Those elders of the family, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, it is impossible for them to do such a bad thing.

In Xu Daolian's impression, those elders always have a majestic but warm smile, giving people a sense of intimacy among the elders.

That seems like a good idea.

But in fact, the kindness and kindness can only be reflected when talking to her, the disciple of the Supreme Elder, behind the scenes, she is always serious, even stern.

Xu Daolian had heard more than once about the prestige of the elders from other sources.

And in the information obtained, there are often nouns such as identity and class.

Although the information and rumors she received were only measures for outsiders, she always had some reluctance.

The upper-class monks of the family are like old antiques who have entered the information age from farming, and although they have seen the new world, the thinking patterns accumulated for tens or hundreds of years have not been able to adapt to the new world pattern for a long time.

The modern ideas spread by the players have quietly influenced the seedlings of the new generation of Xu family monks, but it is difficult to shake the old stubbornness who has already taken power.

It is also the gap between the old and new concepts, which creates unknown misunderstandings and impressions.