There was no light in the flower hall, only the fire in the center of the house, and the faint light and shadow cast by the stars and moon outside the house, could barely light up the house.

In the twilight, Sang Ling only vaguely saw that Su Luo patiently slanted the bottom of the flower branch up and cut a hole in it, and carefully inserted it into the white jade bottle.

After inserting it, the flower was placed on the red lacquered log table, and after putting it down, he carefully adjusted the position before he could let go.

The young man's heart is uncertain, it turns out that he has a flower hidden in his chest bulging?

Before, she was only concerned about exploring the surrounding environment to find Kuiyin soil, but then it was getting late, and her vision was not good, so she didn't pay much attention to his movements for a while. There were a few times when Su Luo left her sight, probably at that time.

However, this flower looks familiar, as if it was the begonia flower that was about to poke her sideburns before?

At the same time, her hands kept moving.

I went to the flower hall to take a lot of rainwater, carefully filtered out the sand and gravel dust with fine gauze, and then put it into Su Luo's large clay pot and boiled it on the fire.

Feeling a line of sight falling behind him, Sang Ling looked back and saw that Su Luo had finished placing the white jade vase.

Yao Yao glanced at it, and couldn't say the lofty words. I just think that thing is very suitable for resting there, and it looks perfect from every angle. If you change it a little, it will feel abrupt.

"Sure enough, it's from a family, and this craftsmanship is really good."

Full of eyes, Sang Ling naturally did not hesitate to praise.

Su Luo was not shocked, took out a lot of ingredients from the storage bag, and prepared to cook.

He doesn't need the help of others to cook, so Sang Ling is naturally happy and relaxed.

Seeing that the fire of the fire was burning, Sang Ling went to the vicinity of the flower hall and found a lot of dead branches and fallen leaves.

It's just that it rained the day before, and these things still brought a lot of moisture, and after chopping and cleaning up, they were put on the edge of the fire, and the residual heat was used to slowly dry off the moisture.

It's quiet.

The two have a clear division of labor, and they don't need to take the initiative to greet and discuss, after Su Luo asked Sang Ling if she could eat spicy, she continued to cut and cook some colorful spices, including chili peppers and wild onions.

Sang Ling had nothing to do, walked around the entire flower hall, picked a suitable sheltered corner, fetched water and began to clean up, preparing to be a place to sleep at night.

The place where the monks live will often buy some dust beads to separate, which is equivalent to purifying the dust and filth in the air, even if it is not swept for several months, the place is clean.

But the mortal world is different.

Mortals who do not have aura cannot urge the dust beads, so they can only hire people or house owners to clean diligently to maintain the cleanliness of the house.

This is the case of the flower hall that is uninhabited, because there is no monk's anti-heaven means, and there is no daily maintenance, and the dust on it is three feet thick.

A few broken tables and chairs were removed, and there was a burst of dust, and she waved her hand in front of her face and fanned the wind for a long time before she could barely catch her breath.

……

When Su Luo put the food on the table and was about to call someone to eat, he didn't see anyone for a while.

It just so happened that a voice came from another part of the flower hall, and he followed it clearly. As soon as the veil was lifted, there was no one at first sight, and then I looked for it, and behind the tables and chairs that were placed haphazardly, a half-crouching figure was revealed.

The man seemed to be still immersed in it, and when he walked in front of her, just in time, when he met the man and got up, Su Luo felt that Wen Xiang Nephrite was full of arms in the next second.

The woman seemed to be frightened a lot, and hurriedly pushed away to avoid it, and Su Luo naturally raised her hand and opened it to let people leave. The woman retreated in a panic, and the top of her head, which was half a head lower, was touched by his raised hand, and happened to hit the hairpin that tied her hair.

In an instant, a black hair scattered and floated down, and the fragrant fragrance spread out, filling the mouth and nose. Finally, the aftermath of the hair swept to the side of the face, and the cheeks were a little hot under the soft and smooth touch.

Both of them were stunned.

The scalp lost the tightness of grasping, Sang Ling was the first to wake up, and wanted to touch the hairpin to pull up the bun again. It's just that the hairpin was knocked to the ground, and I don't know where it rolled to, and I couldn't find it for a while.

Sang Ling hurriedly squatted down and searched for the ground.

For a long time, the pair of boots on the ground, which had been clubbed in place, finally left the line of sight.

Sang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, reached out irritably and scratched her head, and muttered in a low voice:

"I really don't know, what the hell is lucky, I was broken by him once or twice, why is it so difficult to be a man."

As he spoke, a ruddy and healthy palm was handed to him, and on the palm was the hairpin that he couldn't find!

Sang Ling grabbed the hairpin and looked up at the person who handed the hairpin, trying to find out what was wrong.

But it was also the house leak that happened to rain overnight, and the man happened to be standing in a backlit position, unable to see anything, and did not speak, which made Sang Ling unable to figure out the other party's reaction for a while.

My heart suddenly rose up and down, and I was gone.

And Su Luo, who was standing, clearly swept Sang Ling's whole picture into his eyes at this time-

The black hair fell vertically, covering the shoulders and back, and because of the squatting, the waist-length hair fell a lot and fell to the ground, stained with dust. The beauty of black hair and snow skin, coupled with a little dust on those hairs and faces, made them even more thin and pitiful.

It only makes people feel that the canary in this deep house was unintentionally released and fell into the world.

His eyes were lowered, and his expression fluctuated uncertainly.

He watched Sang Ling slowly get up from the ground, the tip of his nose was still covered with dust on his face, and he didn't seem to see it, only pinching his cuffs to wipe the dusty ends of his hair.

raised his hand to help her wipe her face, but before her fingers could touch it, she was subconsciously dodged by Sang Ling.

Su Luo's eyes were certain, he continued to maintain the posture of his hand, paused, only stretched out one finger, and nodded in the air.

"Something on my face?"

Sang Ling looked at him and the gesture was directed at his face, so he raised his sleeve and wiped his face again, and sure enough, there was a big piece of ash.

"Is there anything else now?"

Su Luo nodded and said very seriously:

"Also, on your nose and chin."

Not really.

It's just that there is no mirror at this time, Sang Ling believes it, and then wipes it, and wipes it back and forth a few times, but it doesn't wipe the dust, she suddenly reacts and becomes a fried little hamster:

"Good for you! It's fun to deceive people, no! ”

Su Luo saw that she was angry, her eyebrows and eyes burned over, all her mind was affected by him, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"Haha, you made yourself look like a little flower cat, and you want to blame me?"

Sang Ling puffed out her face angrily, turned her back and didn't want to pay attention to people anymore, so she only pinched the hairpin with her head and pulled her hair back into a bun.

There were a few footsteps behind her, and she only thought that Su Luo was gone, and her mind was all on her hair.

But who expected.

The black hair was too thick and smooth, and Sang Ling's technique was not very good, until her arm was sore, and she couldn't get the black hair back again.

She turned back in anger and wanted to curse, but as soon as she turned her head, she crashed into a pair of clear eyes. I don't know when, Su Luo actually walked behind him, and the distance was only an arm's length!

Gan!

How can this man walk without a sound!

Su Luo saw that her eyes widened even more (in fact, she was frightened), and only thought that she was still angry about what happened just now, so she took the initiative to laugh:

"I'll help you pull your hair, just as you made amends?"

Sang Ling wanted to refuse with backbone, but she really didn't have the strength to do so, so she could only agree.

But he took a breath in his heart, clutched his right hand in his sleeve, and quietly turned it behind his back-

Just now, when she pulled her hair in a bun, there were a few movements that used her right hand, so did Su Luo see the white bone wound on her right hand?

The position in the left corner of her forehead is that she pulled a little black hair alone, and she stuck it alone, which will not be affected by the total bun.

It's just that......

She looked down at the boot as it approached, unmarked and suspicious. She couldn't help but look forward to Su Luo's seeming, should, maybe, didn't see the white bone injury on her right hand just now?

In the afterglow, a slender knuckle hand reached over and took the hairpin on her left hand.

The movement is neat and gentle, and the scalp only feels a little pull in the middle of the few times, and finally it is tightly bound in one direction, and the top of the head is slightly pressed by the hand, and then let go.

The hairpin in Su Luo's hand has been steadily pulled up into a man's bun, which is better looking and firmer than the one before Zhi Sangling.

Sang Ling couldn't see the situation of her hair bun, only looked at the shadow on the ground, and saw that the shape was normal, she raised her head and pulled it, and it was also standing steadily, without the danger of crumbling and about to disperse, she relieved her heart.

She directly raised her heel and walked away from the person in front of her, and opened her mouth to boast:

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook, tie your hair, and arrange flowers, you are really a decathlon, you can do anything, you can do everything well. I don't know which one can cultivate such an excellent person! ”

The puppet's emotions have always come and gone quickly. The unhappiness and worry just now, Sang Ling had long forgotten about it, and now her mind was full of Su Luo.

The words in her mouth seemed to spit out without money, Sang Ling kept her feet, her toes against her heels, and she followed Su Luo firmly, chattering non-stop.

Suddenly.

The person in front of him stepped under his feet for a moment, and Sang Ling, who was following closely behind, almost collided.

"What's wrong?"

When he looked at him, he only had a calm side face without the slightest emotion.

The young man's dark eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Sang Ling. I saw that in the clear glass-like eyes, at this time, because of this too close distance, Sang Ling could clearly see a little self, which was packed into those clear eyes, and tilted his head with the movement of his head, which was very interesting and novel.

The corners of Sang Ling's mouth unconsciously hooked up a little smile, and she reached out to poke Su Luo in front of her:

"Look, I'm in your eyes right now, it's fun."

"What?"

Su Luo didn't understand for a while, and he seemed to be shrouded in another emotion, unable to accept the happiness in front of him in time.

In the black eyes, the reflection of the little Sang Ling was also following the movements of the person in front of him.

She raised her hand and pointed in front of her, and said with a smile:

"Right here, in your eyes, it's just right to shine into me."

In the smile, there is happiness, joy, all the good, and it can dissolve any negative things. As long as anyone sees, gets close, or touches it, they can be infected by this innocence and melt the thick ice in their hearts.

Su Luo suddenly smiled, his smile was real, and the shadow in his clean eyes was reflected more clearly.

The corners of his lips slowly hooked, and a sentence was spit out carelessly:

"July, where are you from? July is your birth, nickname...... Or, what about kana? ”

As expected.

In the next second, I saw the little hamster in front of me blow up, and he looked vigilant:

"It's just that it doesn't come out of a famous sect, where else can it come out? How can you doubt me! ”