Su Yan wanted to see what was written on the red glass lamp, but the red glass dodged his lotus-shaped river lamp, but he didn't show it to Su Yan.

Su Yan didn't succeed, his face was drooping, but Hongli glanced at the poem on his lamp and read it casually.

"There are arbors in the south, and you can't think about it. ”

What does it mean?

Hongli suddenly realized and sighed: "Su Yan, why can't you get along with the tree?"

What?

Hongli said righteous words, looking like he was fighting for the tree.

Su Yan thought at the moment, although she peeked at what she was thinking, and was worried about whether it would be embarrassing to get along in the future, how did she expect that this guy's brain was simply a tendon!

Also, I blame myself for writing too bluntly.

Straightforward...... It's better to be blunt.

Su Yan was secretly glad that he had escaped the catastrophe, but one of them stopped behind the two of them at some point and snatched the lotus-shaped river lamp to take a look.

"What are you?"

He said it lightly, and he didn't take into account the feelings of the person concerned. I saw that Su Yan was blushing like a tomato at the moment, and gritted his teeth: "What's the matter with you-"

Yuezhuo didn't raise his head, snatched the river lamp in Hongli's hand, and recited the same way.

"I want to live that unashamed life with Master—"

What the heck?

Can such a small lamp write so many words?

Su Yan scolded in his heart, and Yuezhuo was even more shattered, this master is too pitiful-

Anyway, who does this master seem to be-

Hongli cleared her throat, grimaced, and tapped her index finger on the railing.

"There's no shame in this, it's not what you think-" Hongli brisked thinking, as if it wasn't right to explain it, but he really didn't think like that.

It is the joy of letting go of oneself with Master Yuezhuo, the sense of accomplishment of diss the immortal Weng with Master Yuezhuo, and the ambition to dominate the Qingqiu side with Master Yuezhuo.

I want to go back to that time.

But seeing these two guys, smiling so vaguely, isn't there something strange in their minds?

But that's not the case—

Hongli is really, and he can't wash it when he jumps into the Langhuan River.

In the center of the Langhuan River, there were bursts of drum music, which was originally the end of the lantern, and this song was the end of the song.

The pipa vocal music bursts, like beads falling on a jade plate. With a flick of his fingertips, the tail sound suddenly seemed to turn into a pearl and fall into the Langhuan River, with a crisp sound, and disappeared.

At the end, the song ended and people dispersed, leaving the meditation lamp floating on the river, leading to the distance.

originally said that he would stay at home for another day tonight, but Yuezhuo insisted on leaving.

Qingying's father and mother originally urged Qingying to go home, but Qingying stubbornly stayed to see off the three of them, leaving only her lonely sister behind.

Qingying's mother sighed lightly, she was really a woman. The daughter's family has a mind, but her own daughter is such a dead-eyed person. This girl, from childhood to adulthood, will only be fulfilled.

When I was young, I loved the beautiful embroidered clothes, and Qingying gave it to her.

When she grew up, everyone criticized her, but she did not defend herself, and was willing to retreat to the back, which fulfilled everyone's love and chewing the root of the tongue.

My aunt is also very unfair for her sister, and now, why do you want to give the brother-in-law she picked up to this woman who has the same appearance as her sister?

If my sister doesn't say it, then she will say it for my sister.

"Hey—let me ask you again, are you going to stay?"

My fair words were straightforward and tactful, so that Yuezhuo didn't know how to respond for a while.

Yes, how should he respond?

Qingying didn't say anything, but her eyes were still full of hope, and she only hoped that that person could leave a word. Even if it's like 'stay one more night'.

The past came to mind, after the first encounter, he stayed in her house for more than a month, and in a short period of time, he didn't know when he had such a thought-

That day, after he recovered from his injuries, he saw Qingying grinding beans alone, and a sack of beans fell into the trough, jumping and bouncing up and falling into the air.

Qingying exerted all her strength to push the grinding plate a few points, and then, she didn't move an inch.

She gasped, her breath undulating, startling the bird that had just stopped on the millstone.

He opened his hands, and there were deep and shallow red marks. Orderly, one after the other.

sighed, even if these hands were full of calluses, they were originally soft but became so thick, but they couldn't push the thousand pound pendant.

The stone-ground wooden handle still had sweat stains on her palms and fine crumbs of calluses.

Whether it's her hands or shoulders, what she carries is very heavy.

Yuezhuo leaned against the wooden door and glanced at the man who was sighing.

"It's rare to see you like this. ”

Yuezhuo's injury was just right, recalling that he was violently opposed by Qingying a few days ago, and the bruises on his body couldn't help but itch again.

He stepped forward steadily, picked up his sleeves, and took the stone-ground wooden handle in Qingying's hand, but pushed it up vigorously.

Not to mention, this grinding beans is really tiring, he is such a big man, not to mention that Qingying is still a girl.

I watched the plump beans turn into paste after the cruel squeezing of the grinding disc, and flowed down the edge of the stone mill, white and white.

That's it, why not find a donkey?

Yuezhuo finally understood, it turned out that the Qingying family took him in, but they just used him as a donkey.

And Qingying also talked about the former bean grinder at this moment - the tired mule.

It wasn't a donkey, it was a mule.

Yuezhuo sighed.

The two glanced at each other, and what they couldn't hide was the joy of Qingying's eyebrows.

Since then, some minds have quietly changed.

She no longer treats him rudely, but from time to time she shows the posture of a little woman. Yuezhuo also understood, panicked with fright, and often found excuses to avoid it.

If Qingying Niang knew that her daughter was attracted to this wild man from grinding beans, she would definitely blame her old wife.

Qingying's father is also aggrieved, it's not that he hasn't tried, it's just that he really can't push the stone mill!

The first birth of that thought, and then buried deeper and deeper.

But if he wants to leave at this moment, he can't keep him.

When I asked this, I also asked what she was thinking.

She waited for the man's response, but the silence froze time.

Eventually—

He finally opened his mouth, but he weighed the words, "What does it matter if I stay or not? I don't belong here." ”

Thousands of waits, waiting for this sentence.

However, with his words, Qingying was finally able to abandon this thought as if it were a shoe, or bury it in her heart forever.

The sprouts that have not broken through the ground, don't let them grow up, the roots will rot in the ground.

Qingying finally smiled, this smile, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and it has nothing to do with Fengyue.

"After all, I've lived for so long, and I'm reluctant to let you go. We met too—" She couldn't say that word.

Then he paused, "Since you are leaving today, then you must take away the silver I just gave." ”

When Hongli and Su Yan heard this, their ears softened, and they immediately refreshed themselves.

Yay~Master Yuezhuo is rich~

They're rich again!

Unexpectedly, Yuezhuo actually sent the money bag in his hand back to Qingying's hand, he didn't want to accept it, but he was confused at that time, and when he came back to his senses, she was gone.

In any case, he can't take it.

And Hongli and Su Yan looked at the bag of silver with great greed, and complained in their hearts why Master Yuezhuo wanted to return it.

To give is to give, and there is no reason to return it.

Just like feelings, giving is giving, how can there be any reason to take it back.

At the moment when several people were arguing over the money bag, the city gate in the north suddenly made a loud noise, and the entire iron gate fell to the ground.

I only heard a voice like a bell: "It's all your fault, the boss has calculated the right time, your broken claws have been making this broken door for a long time, and we are all late!"