"Eh, my little aunt, this wine can't be touched, this is your grandfather's favorite wine, and you can't even touch a drop of it!"

The little girl muttered, obviously in her own territory, and the round white-bearded old man was stunned and didn't let her touch this and that.

She's not a naughty child, not like someone else's bear child, who makes a mess of what the adults treasure, she just wants to take a peek, just a glance.

In the past, I saw my grandfather treating this wine jar as if it were a treasure, and I didn't know what the wine tasted like.

Thinking like this, the hara unconsciously slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Ouch-"

The little girl didn't pay attention, and was knocked on the head by the white-bearded old man.

"You girl, don't think that the old man doesn't know what you're thinking, children can't drink. ”

The purple bearded fairy Weng had a straight face, and when it was time to be serious, he would still be serious.

If it weren't for Yuezhuo's promise before leaving, he would have given him a jar of wine and a jar of wine.

After all, when you are old, it is time to enjoy Qingfu, how can you be reduced to watching the baby for others?

But I really haven't tasted this wine, and I don't know if the wine that I got in exchange for a day is worth it or not?

Looking at the jar of tightly sealed wine on the wooden shelf, Xu Xian Weng first swallowed a mouthful of saliva, in order not to let this clever little girl see, he shifted his erratic gaze, but he still couldn't control his incoherent speech.

"Girl, do you know the .......... of this wine?"

"Eh, no, girl, do you know where your grandparents have been today?"

The little girl shook her head, indicating that she didn't know. The long fluffy hair swayed with it, looking playful and cute.

The little girl's name is Lingling, born with curly hair and a yellow feather coat. This is not like her grandparents, who followed her mother.

Xu Xian Weng has never seen her parents, and as for the appearance of the little girl, she also knows it from the mouth of the little girl.

Although she has never seen Lingling's parents, this girl's temperament is very similar to her grandmother.

In a blink of an eye, so much time has passed.

Yuezhuo and Hongli are already grandparents.

After a while, the immortal Weng looked at himself again, and he was still alone.

Qingqiu Mountain is not familiar with the world, and if you live for a long time, you don't know how the times have changed.

Seeing the white-bearded old man, Ling Ling sighed, tilted his head, and pulled his sleeve, "Grandpa Immortal, do you have anything to worry about?"

Xu Yu Xian Weng turned his head and saw the apricot eyes flashing with the Ling, there seemed to be stars in his eyes, and he unconsciously smiled, "It's nothing, the old man just feels that this time has passed too fast." ”

"Hmm...... Grandparents said they had been out for a while, and they hadn't come back yet. ”

The young Ling Ling didn't understand, today is Tanabata, the two finally found an excuse not to take the baby, went in pairs, and entrusted the baby to the old bachelor next door, naturally they won't come back so soon.

Until he saw a flock of magpies outside the Hehuan Cave flying to the nine heavens, the immortal suddenly remembered that this is the seventh day of the seventh month.

It's the seventh day of July again.

There is no owner in the silver hall today, and the demon wolves rarely have a day off, because the patriarch and the patriarch's wife are going to the human restaurant to listen to a little song.

Although this time is fleeting, the craft of Yunzao is still the same as it was back then.

Yunzao sewed a customized version of the mandarin duck robe for the gem and himself. The robes were garish, and they were met with disdainful glances from the gems.

"It's obviously a wolf, why do you want to wear this mandarin duck-style costume, which damages the majesty of my silver wolf clan. ”

The gem coughed lightly, obviously without thinking, and the words came out of his mouth, but he didn't dare to look directly into Yunzao's eyes.

However, even if he didn't look at her, he could feel the chill coming from his back.

"What do you know, have there been any fairy couples in our wolf clan? If there were, I would have embroidered it a long time ago. ”

Yunzao pulled the needle and thread in his hand, pinched the embroidery needle in his hand, and gently lifted it above his head, rubbing it between the silver hair.

The wolf cubs peeked behind the door at their grandparents' daily famous scenes, just because their grandparents were notoriously love-and-kill role models.

"Put it on. ”

Gem glanced at it weakly, hesitated for a long time, but still pouted, and shook off the heavily patterned robe.

The breeze blew through the green and silver silk between the ears and temples, and there was a smile between the eyebrows.

The old man has never changed over the years, and he is still very hard-mouthed.

"Almost, drink this cup, and the song is about to begin. ”

Jewel picked up the wine glass on the table, and wanted to drink it all, but suddenly remembered something, and the hand holding the wine glass paused in mid-air.

"Over the years, thank you for not giving up. ”

In just a few words, he was able to blurt out the words that he had always been silent, and he said it so naturally.

Yunzao only felt that his heart palpitated for half a moment, and he was old, and he still couldn't listen to these sweet words.

However, today is Tanabata, so it's ...........

So........ Make yourself young again.

It's just that the wolf cubs outside the door are suffering, and they want to find a joke about their grandparents, but they were sprinkled with a handful of dog food for no reason.

Tanabata brewing, brewing Tanabata.

The remnants of the ghosts of Wangxiangtai lined up, and a graceful woman brandished two large wooden chopsticks, stirring them laboriously in the large smoking jar.

The woman is Meng Po, and today is the seventh day of July, not only in the sky, but also in the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that a few years ago, Emperor Xudu suddenly became interested, in order to make this gloomy looking netherworld more vibrant, saying that he wanted to prepare some special benefits for these ghost remnants, then why would she Meng Po boil what Qixi brew here.

To say that the seventh day of the seventh month of July is the day when lovers finally become married, but in the final analysis, this is also the matter of the old man, and it has nothing to do with her.

Speaking of Yue Lao, she is also full of anger.

All kinds of ties before her death can be avoided, but the fact that Yue Lao still owes her a meal, she still remembers it even after the vicissitudes of life.

"Run, you run, sooner or later I will see you. ”

Meng Po stirred the slimy semi-liquid liquid in the jar vigorously, and a sour smell came to her nose.

But the ghosts present smelled it, but it was as sweet as honey.

Meng Po covered her mouth and nose, and finally couldn't bear to look directly at the altar, and glanced her head to the side.

What Tanabata stuffed.

It's obviously the damn sour smell of love.

As the magpie took the bridge, people looked up and sighed, "Why hasn't it rained today?"

It has become a common practice to rain on Tanabata.

It's just that the spectacular spectacle of the magpie bridge, which is rare in a hundred years, was still photographed by photography enthusiasts and was on the hot search.

...........

"Little Lingling, your grandparents are back. ”

At the entrance of the Hehuan Cave, in a half-bright and half-obscure place, two familiar figures suddenly appeared.

The Soul looked back in shock, looked at the two faces that had never changed, and rushed to Yuezhuo's side.

"It is said that the next generation, the offspring you born, the old man has not seen one, but he sees your granddaughter every day. ”

The purple bearded fairy weng stroked his beard, picked it up and took a look, and found that the little bow that Fang Ling had tied for him was quite good-looking.