The temple fair in Qinghe City is not lively, and people come and go, full of sadness.

The traditional send-off ceremony is held as usual, and it is unusually grand because of the evil causes.

Pei Yan led Wen Sheng, abrupt and conspicuous in the crowd.

Many people looked this way, then quickly turned their heads and whispered.

"Sell maltose! Maltose! ”

The shouts of the small traders and vendors quickly attracted Wen Sheng's attention.

Wen Sheng pulled Pei Yan's sleeve and looked for this malt candy vendor in the crowd.

There are too many people, and Wen Sheng is flexible like a loach.

It was Pei Yan, who was a little struggling when he caught up.

So he shook the little girl's hand.

Soft, slippery and delicate.

Wen Sheng was stunned, but he also subconsciously clenched Pei Yan's fingers.

There was something strange in my heart.

Some..... Warm?

Holding the hand of parents to visit the temple fair?

I don't dare to think about it.

It's like the most secret wish in my heart, which is suddenly dug up and realized.

She was a little sudden, but she still felt sweet in her heart.

"Two maltose."

Wen Sheng grabbed Pei Yan's hand, found the vendor who sold maltose, and handed over the money.

The vendor was shocked when he saw Wen Sheng.

Then he took off the two maltose and handed them to Wen Sheng hesitantly.

Round, lollipop-like.

"This son, take your sister up."

"Be careful... Recently, Qinghe City has been losing children. ”

The peddler reminded in a low voice, his face sad.

There are very few people who dare to take their children to the streets.

Wen Sheng: "......"

Come on.

From a daughter to a sister.

The seniority has risen, but it is still uncomfortable to listen to.

Pei Yan nodded, bent down and hugged the person.

The two walked out for a long distance, Pei Yan didn't hear Wen Sheng speak, so he looked down at the little girl in his arms.

The little girl was sullen and in a daze.

"Pei Yan, I'm senior sister." Wen Sheng noticed Pei Yan's gaze, so he met his gaze, word by word, very serious.

Pei Yan: "....."

Don't answer.

Wen Sheng took a deep breath.

Okay.

The little junior brother still doesn't recognize her as a senior sister in his heart.

Wen Sheng snorted softly, wrapped his arms around Pei Yan's neck, and rested his head on Pei Yan's shoulder.

I simply didn't look at the boy's face.

Pei Yan: "......"

After being silent for a while, Pei Yan opened his mouth, wanting to follow Wen Sheng's meaning.

Before he could say anything, a malt was stuffed into his mouth.

"Sugar, please."

Wen Sheng pursed his lips and said generously.

It doesn't matter, she is a senior sister, she will forgive!

"Sweet."

Pei Yan opened his mouth and patted Wen Sheng's back.

Wen Sheng: "......"

Thanks for the invitation, I almost spit out the sugar.

The little junior brother really wanted to murder her, right?

Wen Sheng frowned as he looked at the masked people in front of him with their teeth and claws, playing the image of a god.

Not.

Oh God.

Noble and sacred, cool and beautiful.

Why is it like this in people's hearts?

Not pretty... And some ugly.

"Thank you for the sugar."

Pei Yan didn't hear Wen Sheng's answer for a long time, but when she was still sulking because of the question of "senior sister", she took the initiative to speak.

Wen Sheng: ?

Flattered.

Pei Yan's words continued: "I used to be busy with homework, and I was trapped in the house all day long......"

“......”

So I haven't visited the small streets and alleys of Qingzhou, and I haven't eaten maltose in Qingzhou.

That's just half the story.

He found it boring.

Wen Sheng probably won't like this kind of bland story.

Wen Sheng himself was a little surprised in his heart, so much so that the sugar in his mouth became tasteless.

Did the little junior brother take the initiative to mention the past......

Pei Yan's silence made her think of something else.

She reminded the little junior brother of the sad thing again.

Those.....

As a bystander, she didn't dare to look at the memories a second time.

She's damned!

When Pei Yanzheng frowned and was worried about how to coax the little girl in his arms, he only felt that his neck was itchy.

The delicate and warm touch is like a small electric current running through the veins of the body.

He breathed a little heavier, and uncontrollably hugged Wen Sheng tighter.

The little girl in her arms buried her head deep in his neck and comforted him softly: "Little junior brother, it's okay....."

It's all gone.

In the future, Nanling Mountain will be your home.

I treat you as if I were my own brother.

What Wen Sheng said, Pei Yan forgot.

All he remembered was that the two were too close.

The fragrance of peach blossoms spreads in the air little by little, and rises.

The little girl's thin lips were on the side of his neck, and the small airflow was itchy when she spoke.

In his heart... It's itchy too.

It's like something has broken through the ground.

"Huh!? It's ....."

Pei Yan was almost overwhelmed by such an atmosphere, but the little girl suddenly straightened up and smashed this sweetness.

He looked down.

A golden longevity lock was small and exquisite, and the bell swayed in the wind, making a crisp sound.

...

.....

Tang Wanqing drank tea in the bamboo garden.

She has a memory problem.

Missing.

This memory is painful and regrettable.

What's more, she is now Tang Wanqing in the cultivation realm......

The memory is useless.

But......

It's sad.

She hated the feeling of being sad.

"Sister.... Sister ....."

Tang Miaorou's voice interrupted Tang Wanqing's thoughts.

So she raised her eyelids and saw Tang Miaorou walking towards her, showing a flattering smile.

"Sister, I remember that you used to like to eat the buns in the east of the city, I'll buy them for you and try them."

Tang Miaorou stared at Tang Wanqing's face and said softly.

Tang Wanqing: "No need. ”

Quite bluntly refused.

But Tang Miaorou didn't seem to feel it, and said to herself: "Speaking of childhood..... I'm also quite envious of my sister. ”

"My sister is the eldest daughter and is very loved."

"Even if my sister has bad roots, no one dares to make it behind her back......"

"I'm different, I'm the best, so I've been carefully cultivated by my family since I was a child, and I'm tired and hard."

"But my sister will always give me some small gifts, those rare medicinal herbs and pills, you can give them to me without blinking."

"Will also sneak me to play....."

"At that time, we sisters had such a good relationship."

Tang Miaorou chattered a lot, and Tang Wanqing's gaze on the green bamboo moved to her for a moment.

The forty-year-old middle-aged woman showed this pitiful expression again.

She felt disagreeable.

Also disgusted.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Tang Wanqing interrupted Tang Miaorou's words, and there seemed to be a flash of impatience in her cold eyes.

Tang Miaorou closed her mouth brightly, and the handkerchief in her hand was crumpled together.

It's been a long time... It's been a long time since anyone dared to throw her face like that.

"I just... I want to meet my sister. ”

Tang Miaorou's voice softened.

"After so many years... I don't know how my sister is doing. ”

Tang Wanqing's impatience could no longer be hidden, she got up, turned her head and left.

If it weren't for the fear that the Wuji Palace Lord would make a comeback, she wouldn't have stayed in the Zheng Mansion for a while.

"Qingqing!"

She had barely gotten up when another voice came.

Zheng Yicheng's figure approached, Tang Wanqing took a deep breath, turned her head and left.

Troublesome.

Trouble is dead.

"Bang!"

"Sister... Sister, don't blame me......"

With a soft sound, Tang Miaorou's apologetic voice sounded.

Tang Wanqing turned her head to look, the cage of steamed buns was overturned to the ground, Tang Miaorou showed an innocent look, and her eyes were slightly red.

Zheng Yicheng also came here at this time.

Tang Wanqing: "......"