"Boring."

Qingluo threw down this understatement, ignored the two, and turned away, leaving the two sisters and brothers looking at each other.

"Did you upset people somewhere, and how did you know their names?" Hua Qing'er was the first to ask Qingya.

"Just the last time you had a great time playing with the ring, I met her on the side of the street."

Although this answer is a little different from the truth, she beat herself up in her dream and then told herself her name, and Qingya herself felt a bit nonsense.

Qingya continued to recount the scene of the last chance encounter between the two in the night market: "When I was leaving, she asked me what the flower in my hand was, and I said it was for you, and then she drove me away. ”

Hearing this, Hua Qing'er suddenly felt that her head was bigger, and she couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hand.

"People may simply want to ask what kind of flower this is, you are good, who do you think you are?

Also, why don't you just give away the flowers in your hand and buy me another bouquet when you go back? ”

"But I just wanted to give you flowers."

"You ......"

The two walked back side by side, and along the way, Hua Qing'er told him about the complex psychology of the girl's family.

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea, the ancients did not deceive me.

The sun set and the moon rose, and in the middle of the building, everyone moved the tables to the courtyard, and under the dark sky, the bright candle flame danced happily.

On the table, the hemp duck salted duck egg produced in Gaoyou is the size of a fist, gently knock off the top eggshell with chopsticks, and then plunge into the white and delicate egg white, "squeak", the red oil of the egg yolk flows out, and then use chopsticks to dig out the egg white egg yolk inside little by little and eat, leaving a complete eggshell.

Hua Qing'er collected all the eggshells that everyone had eaten, washed them with water and put them away, and when the weather was hotter, she went to the wild to catch some fireflies, put them in the eggshells, and sealed a layer of light yarn on them, which became a small night light. Thinking about it this way, in ancient times, there was a story of fireflies reflecting snow, and now, maybe it will become an egg of fireflies and snow.

After pushing the cup and changing the lamp, some of them took advantage of the excitement and sang, like a fairy crushing the wild clouds, holding the qin and coming to drink with people, singing like the joy of the fairy Yao Palace, lingering.

There are also people who dance with the song, go away in the wind and return, and fill in the words in the thousands of sections, the delicate eyes are like waves into the sideburns, and Ainur's Hu Xuan dance is even more thousands of turns, as if returning to the snow and shaking.

It is said that there is no beauty in the autumn, pleasing to the eye is a beauty, they are thousands of manners in front of them, graceful and graceful, Qingya is like being in the fairyland of Yaochi, it should be a fairy singing and dancing.

As the moon gradually rose into the middle of the sky, the dinner party in Hua Yinglou also ended. After everyone dispersed, Qingya carried a food box and a bouquet of jacarandas, said hello to Hua Qing'er and went out.

Although she refused her invitation before, how could she let her be alone during the Dragon Boat Festival, I hope she won't blame herself for being abrupt.

But where do you go to find her?

Qingya slipped the food box, walking aimlessly on the path around the lake, the warm breeze of summer was blowing, bringing up willow branches and water waves to shake, and the pedestrians were talking and laughing, where was she?

In this way, Qingya walked around Xizi Lake for an hour, but still did not find Qingluo's figure. At this time, the pedestrians on the road had already returned home, and there was silence all around.

Qingya sat on a stone bench by the lake and looked at the lake, the moon reflected on the lake, and the breeze occasionally stirred up a ripple, and then returned to calm. It seems that she is really blaming herself.

On the calm lake, a small boat floated slowly from far and near. The canopy cabin was lit with dim candles, and the man sitting in the bow of the boat was like a flower on the other side of the Lethe River, a gloom that bloomed in the world.

She soaked her legs in the clear water of the lake, and the broken skirt was like a bright red water lily in the water, and like a koi fish, around her calves.

The boat slowly sailed towards the shore, and she saw the boy on the shore, and the boy saw her on the boat.

There was no one around, Qingya jumped up and slowly landed on the small boat that was still a few feet away from the lake, because of the weight of one more person, the boat shook a few times and sank slightly.

"I promised that the next time we meet, I will give the girl a bouquet, and I hope the girl will not dislike it."

Qingya sat cross-legged beside her, and handed her the bouquet of lilac jacaranda in his hand, and Qingluo didn't speak, just took the flower in his hand and placed it on his lap. She still had multicolored knots tied around her wrists, and around her waist, an azure sachet stood out on top of her red robe.

Then, Qingya opened the lid of the food box, took out two jugs of wine, and filled two small wine glasses. A cup of Hantan is as fragrant as a spring, but with great enthusiasm, and a cup of mulberry is as red as ink, which is indeed as sweet as juice.

"This cup, apologize for my recklessness and rudeness with the girl."

Qingya held up the wine glass with both hands and handed it to Qingluo, she smiled slightly, took the wine glass in his hand, drank it all, the entrance was cold, and the throat was cool, and then there was a burst of stamina like a flame, alternating back and forth with ice and fire, it was really good wine.

"This cup is to wish the girl a safe and healthy Dragon Boat Festival, although I don't know where the girl comes from, but during the festival, I can't let the girl be alone, and when we meet again in the future, Qingya is still willing to invite the girl to spend the season together."

After speaking, Qingya handed over another cup.

This time, she hesitated for a moment, and Qingya only felt that the loneliness around her was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, drowning her whole person in it.

Every flower in this world, none of them blooms for her, every gust of wind in the world, no wisp of it stays for her, there are thousands of people in this world, none of them are waiting for her, she seems to be outside this world.

"Why, can't you be alone, why, the festival has to be spent with you, what do you mean by loneliness?"

She suddenly asked Qingya, looking at her face, Qingya only felt that the whirlpool in her eyes was deeper. For a while, Qingya didn't know how to answer.

"However, since you have asked me, then I will accompany you." With that, she took the wine glass in Qingya's hand again and drank it all.

The sweetness of the mulberry washed away the stamina of the cold pond fragrance, but the sweetness of the mulberry that lingered on the tip of the tongue lingered for a long time, and the sweet but not greasy taste made Qingluo smack his mouth.

She seems to have misunderstood what I meant, obviously I came to accompany her, how did she come to accompany me, but none of this matters, she just doesn't get angry.

Qingya seemed to have drunk a little too much wine today, and at some point, he had fallen asleep quietly. A lonely boat floated slowly on the water, the boy slept soundly in the cabin, and the people beside him had left at some point.