"You ......" one second he was still saying that he was in love, and the next second he was saying that it was not uncommon, Zheng Kun didn't know what to say about such a capricious Yao Zhiyun.

In the end, he only persuaded Yao Zhiyun: "Anyway, you can figure it out yourself."

After being tossed by herself for a day, thinking of the appearance of Ming Jingxuan and Song Qinglian Qingqing, Yao Zhiyun was really upset, lying on the table tiredly, and said to Zheng Kun with a tired voice: "Eighth Senior Brother, I'm tired, you go out, let me rest alone for a while."

"But you ......" Zheng Kun looked at Yao Zhiyun's appearance, and he was really a little uneasy.

Yao Zhiyun said again: "Eighth Senior Brother, I'm fine, I just feel tired and want to be quiet for a while. Go out and I'll be fine."

"Okay then." In this case, Zheng Kun had no choice but to agree to her, and only said, "You have a good rest." Then he turned and walked out.

Yao Zhiyun lay on the table alone, infinitely tired but infinitely heartbroken. Although he said that he would never pay attention to the sixth senior brother again, how could he let go of this feeling so easily in his heart?

That is the sixth senior brother she likes the most, admires the most, and admires the most, that is the sixth senior brother she has liked for more than ten years since she was a child. Now that his heart has fallen on the woman next to him, how can she not cut her heart like a knife?

I faintly remembered the scene of childhood companionship, when the sky was blue and the days were cheerful. Among the disciples in Minghui Hall, only himself and the sixth senior brother were the most outstanding and respected by the master.

I remember that when Master was alive, he once said to himself and the Sixth Senior Brother, "Jing Xuan, Xiao Jiu, you two are the best in our Minghui Hall, and it will depend on the two of you to support the entire Minghui Hall in the future."

"Therefore, the two of you must support each other, love each other, and never be separated at any time. Do you two get it?"

"yes, got it." The younger two nodded in unison.

The master said to the sixth senior brother, "Jing Xuan, you are the senior brother, Xiao Jiu is your youngest junior sister, you must take good care of her in the future, protect her, and don't let anyone bully her, do you know?"

The sixth senior brother nodded obediently: "Well, Jing Xuan knows."

The young one smiled heartily, took the hand of the sixth senior brother, and said Tiantian, "Sixth senior brother, you will always protect Xiao Jiu and accompany Xiao Jiu, right?"

"yes." The Sixth Senior Brother nodded and replied, "The Sixth Senior Brother will protect Xiao Jiu."

At that time, she was very happy, and always felt that in this world, only she was as good as the sixth senior brother, and only she could be worthy of the sixth senior brother. In this world, the sixth senior brother only belongs to himself.

But who would have thought that now, everything has changed.

Thinking of this, her heart hurt again, and two more sour tears overflowed from her already red and swollen eyes.

She looked up, picked up a pen on the table, and ticked the number "6" and the number "9" on the table. He lowered his eyes sadly, and said to himself gloomily: "Obviously 6 is 9 when you read it upside down, 6 and 9 should be one, why doesn't your heart belong to Senior Sister Nine, Senior Brother Six?"

The huge room was silent, and not even the faint light could respond to her. She could only lie on the table in heartbreak, and no longer had any words.

The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless, probably that's it.

Day after day, winter goes to spring. In the blink of an eye, the cold winter has passed, the early spring is coming, and it has been another year.

Everything in the capital is business as usual. The performance of Ming Hui Hall is still as usual, and Ming Jingxuan moves between the church and the theater, and is still sought after by the audience as always.

After Yao Zhiyun had a quarrel that day over the matter between Ming Jingxuan and Song Qinglian, she never mentioned the matter again afterwards, nor did she think about breaking up Ming Jingxuan and Song Qinglian again. It's like crying and forgetting everything.

It's just that her temperament seems to have changed because of this incident.

Since then, he has never messed around in front of Ming Jingxuan like before, and he no longer sticks to him by his side, and it seems that he is no longer as dependent as before

He. If it's okay, I won't go to him again.

At the same time, she is no longer as playful and noisy as before, most of the time, she likes to meditate alone, and she is much less enthusiastic than before, and she is also much less interested in her little daughter's house. It seems that in this instant, it grows.

The senior brothers of Minghui Hall didn't know why her temperament suddenly changed at this moment, and they were all surprised by this. But she wouldn't say, and no one asked.

Except for the fact that she became less talkative, everything else was business as usual, and the performance was still the same, without any delay. As long as she doesn't have too unusual appearance, she has nothing to worry about.

But the truth is only known to herself, the former rude and willful, but only relying on the favor of the senior brothers, with the best sixth senior brother by her side.

And everything he did was just to attract the attention of the sixth senior brother and to go to his heart. And all the thoughts of the youngest daughter's family are also because of him alone.

Now that he has someone else, he has no reason to mess around in front of him and get his attention. His heart has been given to others, and her careless thoughts have no value in existence.

But the liking in my heart still can't be changed. I don't go to see Ming Jingxuan anymore, but I'm afraid that when I see the sixth senior brother, I will think that he doesn't belong to me, and my heart will be even more uncomfortable.

And Ming Jingxuan didn't know her thoughts, but when she had figured it out, she changed her temperament.

Song Qinglian's everything is also the same, spring is coming, and there are more people coming and going in the market. At this time, the sachet business is the best to do, because there are more people coming and going, and the income will also increase.

In her spare time, Lu Shuangshuang will also accompany her to Baishan Road to sell sachets as she did before she got married, and when she is away, she is alone.

My father and mother are still the same as before, often not at home, without the noise of my father, although her life is lonely, but also quiet.

However, since there was Ming Jingxuan, there will never be the same feeling of loneliness and loneliness as before. Because of him, even if he is left out in the cold, he will not be confused anymore if he has the solid support in his heart.

After the beginning of spring, as soon as Ming Jingxuan had free time, he went to Baishan Road to see Song Qinglian. The lotus sachet that was agreed upon before, Song Qinglian still carefully embroidered one for Ming Jingxuan every seven days.

Today, there are more than a dozen. Each sachet is a heart, and it also records the years of love between two people. For both of them, they are the most precious things in this world.

The twilight is vast, the oblique moon is sinking in the west, and it is already past the twilight hour.

On this day, Ming Jingxuan invited Song Qinglian to the theater to watch the performance, and when the performance came to an end, it was late, and Ming Jingxuan personally sent Song Qinglian back to Yunshui Village.

In this performance in the theater, he still sang "Peacock Flying Southeast", just because this is Song Qinglian's favorite track. After a song of mourning, outsiders are also immersed in this play.

"The king is a rock, and the concubine is a reed, and the reed is as tough as silk, and the rock has no transfer. This is probably the deepest love in the world." Stepping on the heavy twilight, Song Qinglian sighed at the story in the play while walking.

"That's right." Ming Jingxuan also said: "Just like you and me, we met and fell in love in the vast sea of people, and our love did not change. Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi both went to Huangquan because of worldly gifts, but you and I will never do this, I will definitely welcome you through the door one day and grow old with you."

"Hmm." Song Qinglian's face was full of happy smiles.

"Brother Xuan." She paused, then turned her head again and asked Ming Jingxuan, "Brother Xuan, how many sachets have I given you so far?"

Ming Jingxuan replied without thinking: "As of today, it is already the thirteenth. Of these, there are three pale yellow, four navy blue, three coupling colors, two light red, and one navy blue."

"There are two jasmine, three lavender, three cherry blossoms, four orchids, and one lily. I take each one carefully, and I smell them every day."

Seeing that Ming Jingxuan remembered the style and fragrance of the sachet so clearly, Song Qinglian

With a burst of emotion in his heart, he turned his head and said softly, "I didn't expect Brother Xuan to remember it so clearly."

"Of course I know." Ming Jingxuan smiled and said sincerely: "Each one is Sister Qinglian's stitches and threads, and I have all imprinted them in my heart."

He paused, looked at the bright moon, and sighed softly, "Every seven days, you will embroider a lotus sachet for me. It is now thirteen, and it has been ninety-one days since the day you and I were scheduled to settle for Shuiyue Lake. Count the number of these sachets, and remember the years when you and I loved each other."

"Yes." Song Qinglian also sighed: "Spring goes to autumn, day after day, and in the blink of an eye, it is another year, and this time flies really fast."

She turned her head to look at Ming Jingxuan again, with a trace of warmth in her eyes, and smiled lightly: "Every seven days in the future, Qinglian will send a lotus sachet to Brother Xuan, and use the sachet to count the years and months until there are hundreds or thousands, until our hair is gray."

Ming Jingxuan also looked at her, with deep affection in his eyes: "Then you will use your life to repay me for this debt." Until the day our hair turns gray. In this way, you and I are bound together, and we will never be separated."

"When we are old, look at the room full of sachets, count the years we walked together when we were young, and record the love of our life. And so it is my life and that of you."

Song Qinglian moved closer to Ming Jingxuan's side, and the ripples on her face were also tenderness and sweetness that could not be concealed: "Ordinary and happy through our lives, if Qinglian can stay by Brother Xuan's side in her life, then Qinglian will have nothing else to ask for in this life."