He Mingchi walked out of the tea cuddle, looked at the falling snowflakes, and was slightly surprised, he looked at the sky, then looked back at the two people upstairs, took out the butter paper umbrella and opened it.

At the table by the window on the second floor of the teahouse, Chen Pipi thought that Ning Que had said that the middle-aged monk died tragically today because the other party was unlucky and bumped into the knife edge of his bad mood, so he couldn't help but shake his head and joked: "Could it be that every time the two of you quarrel in the future, you need someone from an unknown place to let you kill and get angry?"

Ning Que noticed his words, looked at him and said seriously, "It seems that you like my family Sangsang very much?"

Chen Pipi said: "You have been in the wasteland for more than half a year, I occasionally go to Lao Bizhai to sit, and I have a good impression of Miss Sangsang, from many reasons, one of which is because she is now the heir of the Bright God Seat, after all, I am a person in the Daomen, of course I will be inclined to her." ”

Ning Que said: "Since this is the case, then you must help with this favor." ”

Chen Pipi said helplessly: "I'm really crazy to agree to your request." ”

"I don't understand how the middle-aged monk named Dao Shi has just entered Chang'an City, so he can find me and know that I will cross that long street. I think some people need to give an explanation for this. ”

Ning Que got up and left the teahouse, and Chen Pipi shook his head and followed him.

The two came to the concierge courtyard, and through the dense bamboo sea, the lynx girl happily greeted her, holding Ning Que's sleeve and chattering non-stop, excitedly telling him which attractions in Chang'an City he went to yesterday and which snacks he ate, and then the female disciples of Mochi Garden also came around, and Ning Que was suddenly surrounded by a song and dance.

The girls of the Great River Country didn't know the identity of Chen Pipi, but they thought that they were Ning Que's friends, so they were naturally very enthusiastic.

Ning Que listened patiently to the girls' stories, smiling and talking with them.

Before coming to the deep inner courtyard, the female disciples of the Ink Pond Garden dispersed one after another, because they knew that the Thirteenth Senior Brother was here to find the mountain master, and they consciously wanted to leave the quiet space for the two of them.

Before leaving, they looked at Chen Pipi several times with strange expressions, thinking that this fat man didn't know anything about the customs, and he had to follow him in at this time.

The environment of the concierge is quiet, and the dense bamboo forest is a little dull in winter, but it still retains enough greenery, and some yellowish bamboo leaves fall on the windowsill.

Mo Shanshan quietly looked at the yellowish bamboo leaves on the windowsill, then turned back to hang his wrist and picked up the pen, and wrote a stroke of the pen on the yellowish paper, which was as sharp and delicate as the shape of the bamboo leaves.

Listening to the voice coming from the courtyard gate, she looked up, revealing a slightly surprised expression, she didn't expect Ning Que to come over suddenly, let alone that he would take the twelve gentlemen of the academy with her.

Looking at the girl in white at the desk by the window, looking at the black hair scattered on her dress, looking at her slightly long eyelashes, and beautiful slightly round cheeks, Ning Que suddenly had the urge to turn around and leave immediately.

Last night, he had stopped outside this small courtyard and watched for a long time, looking at the silhouette of the girl on the window for a long time, and then went to the lake to struggle and suffer for a long time, and finally when he made a decision, he thought that he had enough mental preparation since he was a child, but when he saw the girl at the desk at this time, he felt that all the things in his heart suddenly all of a sudden, all of a sudden, empty, extremely uncomfortable.

This feeling of emptiness is the blank emptiness and powerlessness of watching beautiful things and one's lifelong misses, and it is also the strong sense of frustration and guilt that when beautiful things come to oneself, one has to be ruthlessly and stupidly rejected by oneself, which may hurt the other person.

Because of the weakness of the heart, he was flustered, as for whether there was any heartache hidden in the deepest part, Ning Que did not come out at that time, and he did not say it to anyone afterwards, he pulled Chen Pipi to his side.

Mo Shanshan got up from the desk, saluted Chen Pipi, and then looked at Ning Que suspiciously.

Ning Que coughed vigorously twice, cleared his somewhat hoarse and difficult throat, stretched out his hand to signal Mo Shanshan to sit down, and then squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and said, "Today we will talk about cross talk for everyone." ”

Chen Pipi looked at him nervously and said, "What is cross talk?"

Ning Que said: "Cross talk, it is a language art, and it pays attention to speaking, learning and singing. ”

Chen Pipi exaggeratedly sighed: "I see." ”

Although Mo Shanshan has lived by the ink pond for a long time and is not familiar with the world, she is the most intelligent girl in the world.

In the following time, Ning Que said a lot of cross talk one after another, the thief spoke, wrote pairs, face-to-face, white affairs, and ignored some of the jokes in it, whether anyone could understand it, anyway, he went on like this according to his own ideas, only listened to two commentaries in the tile alley of Chang'an City, never heard cross talk, and never participated in a cross talk performance in a primary school, where would Chen Pipi answer, anyway, it was a strong um-hmm-ah.

"Why do I always have to hmmmmmmmmmm

"Because you're funny, I'm funny. ”

"But you obviously said in the teahouse that you are three points of teasing and seven points of praise. ”

"Hey, isn't that kidding. ”

Mo Shanshan put the delicate brush resting on the inkstone on the pen stand, and then sat calmly on the chair and looked at the two of them, when Ning Que said the middle of the teasing session. She finally smiled with a slight curl of her lips.

Chen Pipi had been watching her reaction nervously, and after seeing the girl's smile, her stiff body suddenly relaxed, and said happily, "She smiled." ”

Ning Que looked at him and said seriously, "Thank you, senior brother, for your help." ”

Mo Shanshan, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly raised his hand, pointed at Chen Pipi and said, "You of the Twelfth Senior Brother...... Hate not skilled, so it's not funny. ”

Chen Pipi wiped the sweat off his forehead and said embarrassedly: "I just learned, forgive me." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que and said, "I prefer what you said alone."

Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que, turned around without hesitation, and left the quiet room for the bamboo forest at the end of winter, and the young man and woman in the bamboo shadow.

After a moment of silence, Ning Que said in a hoarse voice: "Shanshan, what you said at the entrance of the alley that day was right......"

Before he could finish his sentence, sweat poured out of his stiff body like a torrential rain, wetting all the clothes on his body from the inside out.

Mo Shanshan looked at the ground in front of him, his long eyelashes blinked slightly, listening to his voice, he suddenly stood up, didn't let him finish this sentence, and said softly: "Thirteenth Senior Brother, please." ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned.

Mo Shanshan laid out the yellow bud paper on the desk, placed the paperweight in a corner, poured water into the inkstone and began to grind the ink, then pointed to the pens on the pen stand, and said softly: "You choose one."

Ning Que didn't know what she was going to do, so she stepped forward silently and chose the usual wolf.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously: "In the wasteland, you promised me to write me a lot of books. ”

Ning Que recalled the situation at that time, and after a moment of silence, he said seriously: "You can write as much as you want me to write." ”

Mo Shanshan's beautiful face rarely revealed the girl's naughtiness, and he quipped: "I can write as much as I want you to write?

Ning Que replied with a slight astringency: "Then I can't finish writing." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said, "So write it for me for the rest of your life." ”

The inner door of the concierge courtyard by the bamboo sea has been closed, from daytime to dusk, it has never been opened, Ning Que has been discussing the book with Mo Shanshan, writing a book for her, until the candle tip is lit at night, and the silhouette on the window has become two people, and from the outside, the two shadows seem to be together.

The lantern jumped slightly, Mo Shanshan picked up the small scissors and cut the wick short, and then walked back to Ning Que's side, quietly watching him move the pen like flying, she knew that he was already very tired at this time, but she knew that he didn't need pity at this time.

After all, it is impossible to write for a lifetime, there is no second candle cutting, the door creaks softly, Mo Shanshan sends Ning Que out, outside the threshold, the two salute calmly, and then cherish each other.

After straightening up, Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que's eyes, suddenly took a step forward, and then leaned forward, putting his face on his chest a little clumsily and stiffly, and listened quietly.

After a moment of hesitation, Ning Que took her in his arms and patted her on the back gently.

Mo Shanshan quietly leaned on his arms and said, "You still owe me a note." ”

Walking out of the concierge house, Ning Que coughed violently, coughing very painfully, even if he covered it with a handkerchief, he couldn't make the coughing sound weaker.

Chen Pipi knew that he was extremely tired now, and he was seriously injured in the battle in the morning, and had been waiting for him outside the hospital, at this time, he looked at him coughing, and couldn't help sighing and said: "I was already seriously injured, but I want to do these heart-wrenching things, isn't it hurt to be hurt and injured, what a pain." ”

Ning Que smiled, tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve, and didn't say anything.

Chen Pipi saw the blood stains on the handkerchief, and after a moment of silence, he said, "If you let the bookworm know that you are seriously injured and coughing up blood, will she be more moved?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "Now that the decision has been made, there is no need for any emotion, it has no other meaning than to make me happy, and even that is very inferior." ”

Chen Pipi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's drink." ”

Ning Que asked, "When did you fall in love with the things in the cup?"

Chen Pipi said: "The second senior brother has inquired that you need to borrow wine to drown your sorrows at a time like yours, so he went to Professor Huang He to borrow two cans of double steaming, and we went to drink it at this time." ”

Ning Que laughed, thinking that people like the second senior brother would actually care about these things in their lives, and Chen Pipi had been accompanying him, and he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.

But tonight is alone at this time.

Ning Que rejected Chen Pipi's suggestion of drinking to drown his sorrows, and decided to go home to rest, but when he walked to the entrance of Linforty-seventh Lane, he suddenly remembered that Sangsang was still in the Bachelor's Mansion, and the old pen was quiet like a cemetery, and the bed was cold like a grave, so he was silent for a moment and turned to leave.

After a short time, he came to the Songhe Tower, a time-honored brand in Chang'an City, and asked the other party to prepare a table of the most magnificent banquet for him, because even if he didn't want to get drunk, he wanted to do something very meaningless.