The ceremony was a sudden decision, and there was no preparation, so the whole ceremony was simple.

After the night ceremony was completed, the crowd dispersed.

What I thought was strange when I bowed at night, maybe one day, this unilateral prostration would become a husband and wife worship?

Anyway, he saluted in front of everyone. After the disciple was almost gone, An Xiaoyue showed her younger brother a rare expression of a little girl after the victory, "Usually majestic, do you understand that you have to salute like this when you see your sister in the future?"

An Yuye shrugged helplessly, "So you suddenly made such a ceremony to enter and leave the sect like a prestige in front of me?"

An Xiaoyue pouted angrily and said, "I'm so smart on weekdays, why am I stupid at this time." Sister, am I such a boring person. The ceremony let everyone know your identity, and by the way, take this opportunity to announce your position in the sect, which is called Liwei. If you simply settle in the sect, who will listen to you, I am more authoritative in the sect, okay!"

An Yuye touched her sister's head and grinned, "But you listen to me." ”

An Xiaoyue surprisingly did not resist, but buried her head in her brother's chest and muttered, "Yes, I will listen to you." ”

The two walked back to An Xiaoyue's room together.

As soon as he entered the room, An Xiaoyue threw him down on the bed.

For An Yuye, this seemed to be the first time he came to the room of his sister in the sect, he had often been there in the secret realm of the sect before, it was just a place to rest, and An Yuyue might not be able to live there for two months all year round.

He wanted to see what the room that belonged to his sister was like.

Contrary to the simplicity of what you would expect, there are not many opulent decorations, and most of the furniture is painted white. An Yu Ye has a feeling that he has stepped into another world. Lacquerware is not expensive, but it is not commonly used in this world, as most monks have a bizarre preference for pure wood products.

Maybe this pure white room is the little girl buried in my sister's heart?

There was nothing on the dresser except for a bronze mirror, and there was a pile of silk on top of it, which seemed to have something drawn, but he was hugged by his sister and couldn't see clearly, there was no ordinary girl's fat powder jewelry, which was so capable that it made people feel a little distressed. The bed was surrounded by a veil, and if she was alone in it, it would be hazy, but it would be very interesting.

An Yuye always felt that there was still a little girlishness.

An Xiaoyue spoke: "Have you found a lot of problems in the sect?" ”

Why is there still thinking about the sect in the boudoir, An Xiao couldn't cry or laugh at night, "How can there be such a god, I have only been a few days, and there will be no fatal problems if I can develop a sect like the city, otherwise it will collapse early." I just walked and thought about it all the way to find it. ”

"I thought you could see it at a glance, but you didn't say it because of my face. ”

An Xiaoye felt that her sister was a bit of a workaholic, and comforted: "When I know everything in the future, I'll see if there is anything to improve." Now that you've done so well, you don't have to blame yourself. In other words, I don't have the confidence to take care of the sect to such a situation alone, and you have to be distracted from cultivation, how can a person be perfect in everything?"

"Look at you, you're only busy with the affairs of the sect, and you can't take care of it yourself, which sect master's room is so simple, there is nothing on the dresser. By the way, what's the painting on that stack of silk?"

As soon as An Yuye wanted to get up and get it, her sister snatched it up, and said with a red face: "Don't look at it, don't look at it!"

While the two were fighting, An Yuye had already caught a glimpse of a portrait of a man, or rather a portrait of him. It was the only remaining solace in her lonely days, and he was her salvation.

So what exactly is An Xiaoyue's original appearance, whether it is the coquettishness of a little girl now, or the empress who is just high, An Xiaoye is a little unclear now.

He didn't want his sister to change himself for one reason or another, if she wanted to be a carefree girl, he would fight all the storms for her, and if she wanted to be the queen of the world, then he would lay a foundation for her.

I always think of her past suffering when the two get along, and finally I am depressed and forget the heart that should be happy now.

An Xiaoyue seemed to understand what he was thinking, and stepped forward to block his lips with her own.

The town with thousands of lights left the city, the hard-working businessmen did not forget to solicit business at dinner, the Qinglou of the Demon Dao ushered in its first guests tonight, the Jingyue Tower was crowded with diners who came at night, and the disciples of the Lingyu Sect enjoyed the rare leisure of the day.

The shouts of the sellers, the laughter of the Oiran to please the benefactors, the shouts of the wine, and the whispers of the girls, that are the stories of everyone in the town.

And at this moment, in this room, what is staged is the story of the sister and brother, a story that seems to be satisfactory but always a little melancholy.

The excitement is theirs, and we only have each other.

It was a kind of overlapping, somewhat comical thought. Just like An Yuyue will always stand by her sister's side, An Yuyue will also change her appearance for him. The two are willing to give everything for each other, but they don't dare to move at all. I lost my shape.

That's what love looks like.

She is his banner, the banner of war for eternity.

The room was quiet only for the sound of their heartbeats. After a long time, An Xiaoyue stood up from her younger brother, as if she had figured out something, and smiled at him. An Yuye also breathed a sigh of relief and grinned at her.

Often the feelings go to the extreme, it is easy to get into the horns and can't get out, and then all kinds of problems that seem inexplicable to outsiders occur, otherwise there will not be so many tragedies of obviously loving each other but separating each other, in the words of An Xiaoye in another world, it is called "Wenqing disease".

Obviously, as long as two people meet each other face to face and be honest, express all their hearts, or simply express themselves in another special way in bed, such a tragedy can be avoided, but it is still inevitable that it will happen.

Perhaps there was some possibility before, but when the two of them completely opened their hearts at this moment, this last trace of tragedy was eliminated. In the future, she may not shed tears for him, but those who have lost their souls are just goodbye. He is determined to travel the world for her, and in the future in the moments of parting that will not last long, she will also shed a tear of longing for him, which is her only vulnerable moment.

She led him out of the door, and An Xiaoye's cultivation was not enough to fly, so he was caught by his sister and taken to the sky. The two flew to the top of the Mirror Moon Tower, and the entire town was lit up. She smiled and said to her brother, "Look, this is our city." ”

"Well, this is our city. ”

Their backdrop is the boundless darkness of the night and the solitary moon that flickers and disappears.

He looked at her face, if it weren't for the jade mountain, he would meet Yaotai under the moon.