Chapter 647: Rising Clouds
Li Mufeng anxiously pestle beside him, "Hurry up, let's see when Xiao Ying'er can be well, with a good two faces, how can I ......go out?"
"It's a relationship that grows stronger."
Wu Mei opened her lips after putting on her contact lenses and said, "A real disease caused by deficiency."
Liu Xiaowen nodded, "Yes, Xiao Ying'er is about to reach the cut-off point of ten years, and in a few days, she will be eighteen years old, and she is about to enter the second half of ten years, so she will be extremely sensitive to defeat during this time, and she will be in a chaotic state of convergence, and she will slowly stabilize after the New Year."
I listened quietly and guessed that this was the case, otherwise I wouldn't have been so sick.
"Hotaru, let's continue to ask for leave from school."
Qi Yihou frowned slightly and looked at me, "I'll go back after New Year's Day."
'I have to go on the 31st, I have to take the monthly exam, and I have made an appointment with Yunyun and them......
I typed on my phone and looked at them, 'Let's rest at home for three days, it should be better, you can go back.'"
"Okay, send me a message if you need to."
Qi Yihou nodded, and when he saw that Li Mufeng was about to sit next to me, he unceremoniously grabbed Brother Mufeng's shoulder, "Go!" Let her stay on her own!"
Li Mufeng looked back at me and didn't forget to explain to me, "Little Firefly! If you can't spend too much money on red envelopes, you can invest in my brother, read the text message, and I'll send you all the ideas for new inventions! No more! Just invest 18 million!"
I sat back on the sofa and turned my head to look at him, did I want to say 1,800 yuan?
Hiss~
Brother Mu Feng is also accurate.
Alone for a while, I opened the wooden box that Uncle Dong put on the coffee table, which contained the wooden hairpins that I asked him to carve for me before I left home.
Looking carefully, there are still small thoughts left by Uncle Dong on the groove, carved like two small wings, as if they are the wings of fireflies.
I held a hairpin and smiled, and watched through the window as Qian'an and a few brothers carried the souvenirs brought back from Sister Xiaoling's house into the main building.
The four brothers and Qian'an haven't seen each other for a few days, and when they get together, they naturally chat, Uncle Dong seems to have specially made fried noodles for Qian'an, the old man doesn't talk much, and he has been looking at Qian'an's lower lip intentionally or unintentionally, confirming that the recovery is very good, and he secretly exhaled.
I captured Uncle Dong's small expression through the courtyard lamp, listened to the laughter of several brothers, and watched them talk shoulder to shoulder, and my heart was also warm, and I had a sense of peace of mind that I could finally unload all my tiredness.
After it was completely dark, Qi Yihou sent me another message, telling me that the sports car was at the gate of the courtyard, wearing a car coat, and asked me if I wanted to enjoy it, and he could give me a comprehensive explanation.
I replied that I didn't need to, and that I would watch it when I had the energy.
I'm really not interested.
Right now I just want to eat......
Grandma's!
Headache!
The phone was thrown aside, I didn't turn on the light, and I quietly looked at the ceiling on the couch.
After being silent for a while, I took off the hair ring on my wrist, opened my index finger and thumb with my left hand to stretch the holster, as if drawing a figure of eight to develop the loop, and then took a wooden hairpin, stuck the groove part in the middle of the holster, tightened like a bow and arrow, and turned it on the light switch on the wall, stretch~! Launched.
Bang~!
A crunch.
The hairpin pops to the switch.
It's a pity that the lights in the living room were not lit.
I smiled to myself, the head is enough, the strength is not good, and I still don't practice.
Thinking about it, I leaned over and put the wooden box on my lap, as if the wooden hairpins in the box were full of bullets.
Lazily sitting on the sofa, I put the short arrows on the strings with my leather case on my fingers.
The bow and arrows are full again and again, and they are fired continuously at the light switch!
In the dark, let's click~! The crisp sound kept ringing.
Until I
The last hairpin is finished.
Finally—
The room was filled with light.
However, the mood is still extremely boring.
In order to adjust my state and vent my emotions, I went to the backyard for night training with a pockmarked face.
After taking a shower, meditate on luck, and then spread out the rice paper and seize the time to hone his painting skills.
I thought that my life would soon get back on track, but when I got home, my condition was completely worse.
The nerves seem to have a recognition function, and as soon as the body touches their own bed, the bones seem to fall apart.
I fell asleep in a daze, hot and cold, and my mind kept dreaming.
One moment I dreamed of Wang'er Mountain, where Niuniu was buried, and another time I dreamed of the night I chased the mouse.
I kept running in my dreams, panting and unable to exert my strength.
It was dark all around, and I seemed to run into the ancient tower in a fog, stepping on the stone steps and rushing upwards.
When I reached the top, I looked out and saw two mountains towering in front of me.
One is called Xiling, and the other is called Wang'er.
It was obviously two very ordinary mountains, but I couldn't see the sense of majesty.
The sky is bright, the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas seem to swallow the sun and the moon, and the white mist surrounds the top of the verdant peaks.
The sound of birds is full of strange pines, and the pines and cypresses are shining, and there is a sea of clouds.
It is both ethereal and magnificent, and majestic.
I opened my mouth slightly, and the scene was beautiful.
The heart seems to be suddenly enlightened.
is not afraid of clouds to cover his eyes, only because he is at the top.
Looking at the two mountain peaks from afar, a large white carpet of rice paper flew in.
I seemed to be guided to stand directly on top of the rice paper.
The paper held me smoothly through the clouds.
There was a fresh breeze on my face, and I finally became comfortable.
Looking back at the tall ancient tower, it actually transformed into the image of an ancient military general, wearing a helmet and armor, far away, it actually knelt on one knee to me, and the voice was shocking, "The minister has won the lord and the monarch has been standing, and the spirit has been guarded for hundreds of years, and now the lord has entered the world, and the minister has been blessed by the lord again.
Lord?
How could I be the lord of this tower?
Frowning slightly, the ancient tower became a tall building again.
I stepped on the rice paper between the ancient pagoda and the two mountains, my hair brushed my eyes, my mind seemed to be awakened, and the corners of my lips couldn't help but pull up, "I understand, I have a fate with your ancient pagoda in my previous life, and repairing your body now is equivalent to repairing my body......
No wonder Master would say I have learned.
This is my brand new ...... as Mr. Yin Yang
A hundred feet of dry across the sea, a lifetime of embracing and opening the mountain.
Turning his head to look at the two Qingfeng Mountain Ranges, Xiling and Wang'er, merging together, is hope.
My eyes opened, and I stared at the curtain above.
The corners of his lips are still smiling, rotting grass and turning into fireflies, shining in the world.
"You're alright?"
A basin of cold water was poured down, "Miss, are you stupid, why are you still smirking when you open your eyes?"
I turned my face slightly, looked at Qian'an sitting on the chair next to the bed, looked up, and could see the infusion stand standing at the head of the bed, there was still a medicine bag hanging on it, and the back of my hand was also infusion, moving, I sat up against the head of the bed, "What's wrong with me?"