Shi'er's house has very few things and is extremely empty.
But this doesn't mean you can't find a box even if you want to find it. In fact, there are really many boxes in Shi'er's Qiankun bag, and it's not ordinary boxes.
He took a jade box for Qiuqiu.
The box is particularly exquisite and has a protective array on it - the elixirs that are particularly precious and difficult to store will not deteriorate even if they are placed inside. Of course, it is more than enough to put the pen.
Qiuqiu felt that this box was definitely safe for the pen to be placed, but the visual effect was not so good. The box was carved from white jade, and the pattern on it was embedded with gold wire.
Use gold wire not to show off wealth, but to maintain stable quality of gold wire, and is more suitable as a material for inlaying formations.
Of course, the final visual effect is also very touching.
When she picked up the pen and put it in the box, there were still a few drops of water on the tip of the pen that had not dried.
You have to wipe it and dry it before installing it.
Qiuqiu shook the pen a few times.
But she forgot.
She felt that she was throwing water, but the water droplets splashed out from the tip of the pen fell on the wall and the ground, showing ink traces.
Qiuqiu cried in her heart: Oh no.
The ink ideas on the snow-white wall are really obvious.
It seems that Mo Shuang has some inconveniences! Did Senior Shang really not make his hands and body covered in ink?
Just as she was thinking about how to cleanly and effectively remove these ink marks, she discovered the changes.
The ink traces are slowly spreading - to be more precise, they are spreading and moving on their own like they have vitality.
Qiuqiu looked at her in a daze, and she pulled Shi'er's robe: "Hey. Look."
Shi'er turned her head.
The ink dots splashed on the white wall have spread into a light gray color, looking like smoke and cotton wool.
The gray mist continued to spread, wrapping them both in it.
Qiuqiu looked around in surprise.
Shi'er grabbed her hand and whispered: "Don't be afraid, there is no danger."
"I'm not afraid."
She just felt that this situation was too unusual now.
The fog forms different images.
Rolling mountains, winding rivers, growing plants, clouds floating in the sky. The falling rain, flying birds, swimming fish, blooming flowers...
All of this is so real and vivid, even if they are all made of gray mist, only for a short moment.
Qiuqiu couldn't help but wonder. Are these scenes real? They have happened before? They were observed by a pair of eyes that were good at discovering and recorded by this pen called Moshuang.
Then now, it suddenly seemed to have compressed to the critical point, and suddenly it all erupted.
Because the scene made of smoke has changed.
Become a human.
Many people.
Some sat there quietly, only their eyes blinked occasionally, some were bent down and bowing. Some were laughing, and some were angry. Their faces were clear and their expressions were vivid, and even the details of their clothes, crowns and belts were meticulous.
Shi'er's fingers moved slightly.
Qiuqiu turned to look at him.
Shi'er said: "I have seen the portrait of that person just now. It was a palm peak in the past."
This shows that the images formed by these smoke are indeed not imagined out of thin air.
I don't know how many times it has passed, the smoke condensed into the middle and turned into a spiritual crane. This crane is more elegant and handsome than the spiritual bird Qiuqiu has seen before. It raised its head and let out a clear roar, breaking through the sky
It passed through the clouds and quickly turned into a small black dot in the field of vision.
Qiuqiu rubbed his eyes.
Ah, all the gray fog disappeared, and there was still only the ink dot on the wall in front of them.
Qiuqiu smiled in surprise.
She felt that the experience just now was extremely magical, just like the shadow puppet I watched when I was a child. On a small white screen, she could perform the joys and sorrows of a person's life in a short time.
She looked down at the pen in her hand again. This time she felt that the pen looked different in her eyes.
Although it still has paint and bald hair, it really doesn't look good.
Qiuqiu gently stroked it with almost cherished movements.
Moshuang is really good.
She could probably think about why that Senior Shang gave her this pen.
Probably... this is not just a pen she often uses.
This is also her expectation, hoping that her younger generations will continue to flourish and continue to flourish.
This is a legacy.
Qiuqiu changed his mind.
She didn't want to keep this money in a box that was invisible.
This is often nominally a treasure, but actually it will gradually fade away.
She made a spike for the pen and tied it around her waist.
After tying it up, Qiuqiu stood up and turned around in front of Shi'er: "How is it? Are you a little temperamental?"
Shi'er sincerely answered: "It's a little bit."
Qiuqiu blinked.
Shi'er's answer must be praising her - but why does it sound so awkward?
The two sat down to discuss the Seventh Peak. There was only one rabbit Dabai who could not communicate with them.
"I heard that if the master passed away, the relationship with the spiritual pet would be naturally dissolved. Why can Dabai find me?" Seeing Dabai sitting there motionless, Qiuqiu felt that their discussion was right
It may be too boring.
But then, Dabai used his two front paws to pull open the Qiankun bag around his neck, and took out a cabbage from it to chew—
Well, we shouldn't have a good imagination of foodies.
Shi'er said: "Although the subordinate relationship between the spiritual pet and the master can be dissolved, the relationship between the two will not disappear. It remembers you and can feel you..."
Dabai: "Ka Chi Ka Chi Ka Chi Ka Chi..."
Qiuqiu said: "If it weren't for it just now, I might not have found the seventh peak. Can Dabai freely shuttle the barrier between the outside world and the seventh peak?"
Dabai: "Ka Chi Ka Chi Ka Chi Ka Chi..."
Qiuqiu felt that the background music was a little noisy. Dabai’s food was so delicious that she always wanted to follow her and smack her lips.
Before she got angry, Dabai ate all the cabbage.
Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Shi'er said: "There should be telepathic between Dabai and you..."
A rustling sound rang out, and Dabai actually took out a thick and straight carrot from Qiankun's bag!
Qiuqiu really doesn't want to admit that there is any emotion between herself and this foodie.
What a big deal, this idiot with long ears and short tail will only have a sense of cabbage and carrots!
I heard that Shi'er asked her to accept these two rabbit spirit pets at that time.
What did Shi'er think that she actually asked her to collect two rabbits as spiritual pets? Isn't this really ridiculing her?
She couldn't bear it and picked it up with Dabai's neck.
This guy is so heavy that the fur on his neck is fat, soft and thick so that he can't touch the flesh at all.
Qiuqiu opened the window directly, threw the rabbit and carrot out the window, and closed the window with a snap.
The world has finally become quiet.
She sat down again and talked to Shi'er: "Although I found the Seventh Peak again, my memory shows no sign of recovery, and I don't know more about what happened..."
When I think of this, Qiuqiu is inevitably depressed.
"Don't hurry, take your time." Shi'er comforted her: "Didn't you get the inheritance of Senior Shang?"
Too.
Qiuqiu's hands stroked Mo Shuang's pen holder.
But she always feels guilty.
I always feel that this gift of inheritance was not specially prepared for her. She picked it up and borrowed it and will be returned one day.
Thinking about it this way, how can I feel at ease?
Maybe someone will come out one day and tell her that she has made a mistake. This thing was not for her, but she has made a mistake and now she has to take it back.
Different people have different attitudes to borrowed things.
Some people think that if you don’t need to borrow it, why don’t you need to borrow it? If you don’t use it hard enough, you will feel that you have lost money. But there are also people like Qiuqiu. They are always afraid of using the borrowed things to be used in the old way.
If it is broken, it is useless, so I am careful and wish I can provide the borrowed things.
Look. She has this problem now. She will touch the moss for a while to make sure it has not fallen, and then she will touch it to see if she has broken the pen holder.
She was almost obsessive-compulsive disorder and couldn't even bear it.
When Qiuqiu touched the pen in the 14th chapter, Shi'er grabbed her hand.
As soon as Qiuqiu looked up, she saw Shi'er's face suddenly appear in front of her. She was so close that she was shocked and she instinctively shrank back.
I sit against the wall. Even if I shrink, I can't shrink much.
Her back was already pressed against the wall and she had nowhere to retreat.
But Shi'er's face is still approaching. It's close...
She could no longer see his facial features clearly, and she felt that the tip of his nose would immediately touch her eyes.
Qiuqiu closed her eyes with no courage.
Shi'er's breath dyed open on her lips, warm.
Qiuqiu felt that her skin became sensitive suddenly and tightly. The countless rich and subtle nerves on the surface of her skin were highly excited. Her heartstrings fluctuated with Shi'er's breathing frequency, and her heartbeats faster and faster.
It feels like it is about to touch each other.
But it still didn't touch it.
This feeling of what is going to happen is even more nervous and expectant than it really happens.
She felt her whole body tighter and tighter.
The lips suddenly sank slightly.
Qiuqiu's whole body was like a full bow and suddenly broke the string, and he almost completely collapsed.
Shi'er touched her lips gently, stepped back a little, and said something softly.
Qiuqiu didn't hear it clearly, and she asked, "What did you say?"
But her voice was vague and soft, and she only held it in her mouth and rolled on the tip of her tongue, and she didn't ask clearly at all.
But it doesn't matter if you ask or not.
Qiuqiu's back was against the wall, and in front was the approaching Shi'er.
It makes her feel trapped and captured.
But this feeling is both dangerous and intoxicating, as if it is covered with poison that makes people unable to extricate themselves.
Shi'er's lips pressed heavily on her lips, sucking and rolling. One of him held Qiuqiu's face and the other hand tightly tied her waist. Qiuqiu's throat made a blurry, empty
She moaned softly, but she didn't realize it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)
ps: I got up at around 3 o'clock in the morning to catch the plane. I arrived at home at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and had a great headache.
For homegirls, their fear of going out is far greater than surprise.
What’s even more sad is that when I got home, I found that Big Orange didn’t miss him at all~~
It's almost the end of the month, so I whispered to ask for votes.