Sachet?

Ming Jingxuan's heart trembled, what he came to find this time was not exactly the sachet, could it be......

He hurriedly said to Song Qinglian, "I'll go with you." ”

"Okay." Song Qinglian responded and returned to Baishan Road with Ming Jingxuan.

The night was deep, and the stall and the bamboo basket were still there, without the slightest trace of passivity.

Song Qinglian went over to check the number, but fortunately no one had touched it, and there was no shortage of it, so she was also relieved, "Whew, fortunately, no one has moved." ”

But when Ming Jingxuan looked at the colorful and dazzling sachets, his heart couldn't stop jumping. The delicate stitches, the fresh embroidery, are exactly the same as the sachets she received on the stage, could it be that she ......

"Sister Qinglian." He looked at her and asked cautiously, "Let me ask you, are these sachets all from you alone?" ”

"yes." Song Qinglian was baffled by Ming Jingxuan's sudden seriousness, and just nodded in a daze: "These sachets are all made by me, what's wrong Brother Xuan?" ”

Ming Jingxuan's heart was pounding, and he took out the light blue sachet embroidered with lotus flowers that he had carefully cared for from his pocket, and asked in a trembling voice: "Look, did you embroider this?" ”

Song Qinglian took a closer look and confirmed: "Yes, that's right, this sachet was embroidered by me." Brother Xuan, how can you have the sachet I embroidered? ”

"It's you, it's really you, I know that no one will have such a delicate mind except you!" Ming Jingxuan's voice was full of excitement and joy.

No wonder I had such a good impression of her when I faced her for the first time, it turned out that she was the person I had been looking for. Sure enough, the spectator who gave himself this different color head was really a pure and clear person.

Looking for it, it turned out that everything was already predestined. This person has been sent to the eyes of the heavens.

Song Qinglian raised her head and looked at Ming Jingxuan, a little puzzled: "Brother Xuan, what are you talking about, what is really me?" ”

Ming Jingxuan smiled slightly, full of joy: "Sister Qinglian, have you forgotten?" This sachet was given to me by you the last time I performed on Baishan Road. ”

Recalling the events of that day, Song Qinglian remembered that this light blue lotus sachet was really given to Ming Jingxuan as a color head.

"Ah, yes, I gave you this sachet as a lottery head." Song Qinglian smiled: "That day, my partners and I watched your Minghuitang performance on Baishan Road. After the performance, there is an endless stream of spectators throwing colorful heads at you to praise your field. ”

"I also want to support you, but I don't have any gold or silver with me. After thinking about it, the only one that can be used as a color head is this sachet. ”

"Compared to the lottery heads of other spectators, this ordinary sachet is really unreachable, but this is my intention, so I can only give it to you as a lottery to hold your lottery. I didn't expect you to carry this inconspicuous sachet with you. ”

"How can it be inconspicuous." Ming Jingxuan's words were full of joy and excitement that had been lost and regained: "Your sachet is the most chic color I have received in the past ten years. It was in search of this person who gave the sachet that I performed here again. ”

"But in this performance, I didn't receive such a chic sachet again, after the performance, I was full of disappointment, I thought that I was separated from that exquisite person and in the vast sea of people, but I didn't want us to reunite with you in this way."

"This time I didn't come in vain, the people I should meet, no matter what way, will meet again. It turns out that all this is doomed in the dark. ”

Song Qinglian didn't expect that the sachet she sewed by herself would make Ming Jingxuan care so much. Her heart warmed, "It's just a craft of Qinglian, but I didn't expect that Brother Xuan would care so much." ”

"How can Qinglian let Brother Xuan specially hold another performance here and wait."

"Of course it's worth waiting for you." Ming Jingxuan Yueran: "I have been in the capital for many years, and there are countless spectators who have sent gold, silver and jade ornaments to support me, just to compete for a pomp. ”

"But your sachet is different, although it looks ordinary and inconspicuous in the eyes of others. But the meticulous thinking in this is reflected in this fine stitch. I can feel your heart, it is more precious than any gold, silver, pearl and jade. ”

"You don't compete with others for pomp, and the color head you send is your own craftsmanship embroidered with stitches and threads. You must be the most sincere in supporting my heart. ”

Song Qinglian smiled lightly: "I am a poor people, I can't take out any gold, silver, pearls and jade, and the only thing I can do is my own craftsmanship." ”

"I know that this ordinary sachet is not as valuable as those gold, silver, pearls and jade, and it can't compete for any pomp, but I must give it away. Since I came to see your performance, I must send a lottery to show my support for your music artists. ”

"Perhaps among the gold, silver, pearls and jade, you may not be able to notice this inconspicuous sachet, but my heart must be sent. But unexpectedly, you still noticed. ”

Ming Jingxuan's eyebrows turned into a warm spring breeze, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he looked at Song Qinglian, and said deeply: "It is precisely because this intention is the most sincere that I will notice it, and I must find you." ”

He paused, and then spoke sincerely, "Sure enough, Sister Qinglian is really like this sachet, a simple and kind good girl. ”

Song Qinglian blushed a little, and lowered her head slightly, "Actually, I also like to watch your performance, your skills are skilled, and the Jingyun drum "Hundred Mountains" you played on the stage is really amazing." ”

Ming Jingxuan smiled slightly, "Actually, I specially prepared for you today my best little song "Peacock Flying Southeast", which is my best singing section, which is prepared for the spectators who give sachets." It's a pity that you didn't see it today. ”

"Peacock Flying Southeast?" Song Qinglian had heard of Yuefu Shuangbi's long poem "Peacock Flying Southeast", but she had never heard of it, and there would be a singing section in this poem.