Two people are like ordinary people going out for a picnic, eating, playing and talking.
Shi'er was very relaxed, and Qiuqiu leaned against him, more relaxed than him.
The sky in autumn is so blue that it makes people feel heart-wrenching. The color of the mountain top has changed from green to smooth golden, reflecting the sky bluer and the water greener.
Looking at Qiuqiu, Shi'er asked, "Do you want to go up the mountain?"
Qiuqiu shook his head: "No need. There are good things on the mountain, and there are good things here. Maybe when I get to the mountain, I think it's better here again."
Shi'er was stunned for a moment.
When I am with Qiuqiu, I am always inadvertently touched.
Qiuqiu flipped through the fruit in the basket: "Oh, this one is a bit ripe. I shouldn't have pressed it to the bottom just now, you see, it's all flowing."
The fruit skin is ripe and it is very thin and crisp. Once it is crisp, it will break the skin and juice after a little pressing. The ripe fruits are crushed to a very miserable state, and the worst one is left.
The skin, the juice and the flesh were all gone.
Qiuqiu felt it was a pity: "Oh, I can't eat it anymore, it's definitely sweet."
"It's okay, there are still many on the trees."
These fruits can't be eaten by everyone alone. Even if the birds on the mountain and the rats and monkeys who can climb trees come to help, it's enough. So when you have time, your disciples will pick some fruits and pick them.
The people who changed some other properties back.
Shi'er showed Qiuqiu the pickled glass fruits, which were different in colors. Some were yellow and bright, like amber, some were red and mellow, like ruby. Some were probably pickled when the fruit was still green.
, the color is green and it reveals brown color. It tastes sweet and sour, but it feels different than pure sweetness.
Qiuqiu picked the long grass ears by the stream, weaved a grass ring for Shi'er, and stood up with a smile and put it on his head.
Even Dabai and Huo'er came over, and Qiuqiu made another one for them. Dabai's grass ring just stuck both ears, and Huo'er's... was a little embarrassed. His head was too big and bald.
, the grass ring couldn't be hung on his head. When it was small, it slipped off. When it was larger, it just wrapped around his head and wrapped around his neck. But he didn't mind, it was hanging on his head. He was still happy.
It sways everywhere.
Qiuqiu smiled and made two more small ones for him to hang on his ears as earrings. A white fat doll suddenly looked a bit Indian.
"I used to coax my younger brothers and sisters like this at home." Qiuqiu said: "It turns out that I can't weave either. Once when I went shopping, my younger sister fell in love with the puppy weaving from straw, but it was just a few worthless hay.
After that, I actually sold it for one penny, two pennies. But the child still liked this. The younger sister would rather buy this than buy candy. I bought one for her. She bought it for her and she didn't play for a while.
I will try to repair her tightly."
"You learned it?"
Qiuqiu smiled: "How can you do it? Puppy is not easy to make, it is too complicated. But after learning how to make it, you can try to make something simple."
She used this hand a lot to coax her younger brothers and sisters. She not only used straw weaving, but also used waste. She used the ropes and cloth heads at home to reprocess them.
However, since my younger sister went up the mountain, she left home and went to Ziyu Pavilion, so these things were not done frequently.
Now I pick it up again, and I feel a feeling of reliving my old dreams.
It’s obvious that a few years later, but when I think about it, I feel that it was a long time ago.
Qiuqiu was talking and the work in her hands was finished.
Shi'er saw that it looked like a fat baby.
"Is this a hot-made manuscript?"
When Qiuqiu first compiled it, she didn't think about what to make. When she compiled it, she was a little surprised when she saw it.
Shi'er asked if this was Huo'er, and she responded vaguely.
Actually... it's not Huo'er.
What she was thinking was actually her own business.
The possibility of her and Shi'er having offspring is very slim.
Shi'er said she didn't mind at all, but Qiuqiu always felt that this was a huge shortcoming.
Qiuqiu covered up the fat doll under the cloth bag, pulled the grass stems casually, and quickly weaved a small basket.
The pale grass stems flew and bent between her dexterous fingers, turning into the shape Qiuqiu wanted.
This basket is just beautiful, like the backpack that Qiuqiu often carried by girls in his previous life, with a small bag, a big belly, and a cover on his mouth. It is cute and cute, but if you put fruit, you can put it in three parts.
Four are good.
"It's very cute." Shi'er gently picked up the belt of the small grass basket with her fingers.
"It's not practical and can't hold anything." Qiuqiu looked at the fruits on the branches. It would always be a pity if they were allowed to fall off and fall to the ground after being familiar with them.
Shi'er smiled and asked: "You want to pick the fruits too, let Huo'er pick some for you, so that you can take them back, saving more effort than you can pick them yourself."
Qiuqiu originally thought that Huo'er might not be reliable in doing things, but when she remembered the scene when Huo'er was not transformed that day, she was picked up and poured something down, and she couldn't help but laugh.
Maybe Huo'er has a unique skill in storing things.
When Huo'er heard that she could come in handy, he happily spontaneously came to Qiuqiu's body.
Qiuqiu picked him up: "Come on, let's bring some fruits back and pickle them."
The word "eating" greatly aroused Huo'er's enthusiasm, and he worked very quickly and without any urging.
Qiuqiu is particularly talented in making food. How to dry and marinate, Huohou is properly handled. Of course, if you don’t always follow Huoer and Dabai to steal food, it will be more worry-free.
She had heard about Yonghui's disposal.
I heard that it is a punishment?
She didn't understand what kind of punishment this Fengshou was. The word Fengshou sounded elegant and elegant, but if it was punished later, it would definitely not be a good result.
But when the prisoners came, she saw them.
Qiuqiu suddenly understood why everyone was afraid of talking about the prisoners.
They had no expression on their faces. They were standing in front of people, but they could not tell the difference between their appearance. Their body was exactly the same, and they were wearing the same gray robes, standing there silently and without any
Anger and presence are like a wandering soul.
It was evening and the cold fog became thicker, and the figures of these prisoners seemed to melt into the fog at any time.
Yonghui was wearing a plain green cloth dress and tied her hair casually.
She no longer looked old, and Qiuqiu almost recognized her.
No wonder Elder Zheng said that Yonghui was an outstanding beauty among those disciples of that generation. Her beauty lies more in her aura than in her facial features.
And Mingyuan...
He turned out to be a bald man.
And the bell-style burqa I wear, no matter how you look like a monk wearing it.
Elder Song next to her explained to her: "Their master and disciple lineage are following the path of Buddhist practice."
It looks like a perfect match.
Qiuqiu stood there from afar and watched.
Originally, he was worried that Mingyuan could even give up his life with such a close love for Yonghui. Now Yonghui is going to be executed, can he accept it?
I may not say anything else: I will be tortured with her.
But both of them looked relaxed and calm, so calm that they didn't look like lovers who were about to be separated.
Yonghui even had a calm smile on her face, as relaxed as if she was not going to be executed, but to go to a spring banquet. Mingyuan did not show any difficulty in lingering.
In short, the two of them reacted too calmly and too unrestrainedly, not like lovers who agreed to each other.
It feels completely opposite to when I was in Changweigu.
Yonghui raised her head and looked at her.
Of course her vision has recovered now, with her pair of water-cut pupils, looking very bright and charming.
She said something to Mingyuan, then said a few words to the prisoner behind her, then turned around and walked towards Qiuqiu.
"Miss Autumn."
Yonghui bowed deeply.
Of course, Qiuqiu could not accept such a formal gift safely, so she hurriedly returned the gift.
"Miss Qiu, I have done something wrong earlier, thanks to you for your tolerance and generosity and not to care about me, but I am still uneasy."
"No need to do this." Qiuqiu said: "You have apologized in Changwei Valley."
"That can't be counted. In that situation at that time, apology was more like a stopgap trick to beg for life. What happened back then was that I was narrow-minded, jealous of the virtuous and capable, and even almost killed your life. Miss Qiu, I'm really very Feel sorry."
"It's really okay." Qiuqiu shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't remember it anyway, so just pretend it hasn't happened."
Yonghui also smiled.
This senior sister Yonghui is really arrogant.
Although when Qiuqiu saw her, she was either embarrassed or miserable, or she was so humble and polite now, Qiuqiu could feel that this senior sister Yonghui was a very proud person in her bones.
Even though she bent down and knocked her forehead on the ground, her pride became more and more firm.
Qiuqiu looked at Mingyuan who was staring at them, and was a little puzzled.
She still felt that the reactions of these two people were too calm.
Yonghui is going to be executed, but I don’t know if she can come back, or rather, if she can come back alive.
Why is Mingyuan so indifferent?
Yonghui also glanced at him, and the two met in the air.
Yonghui smiled at him, turned her head and said softly, "He said, he would wait for me to come back."
Uh, Qiuqiu thought, there are many kinds of true love.
The two of them had never separated from their lives and death before, and their appointments and staying with them now are different manifestations of love.
Yonghui followed Si Zhengren and Elder Zheng patted Mingyuan on the shoulder: "Okay, you go back too. You have not yet recuperated your body. If you continue like this, you will have to spend a lot of time. day."
"I'm sorry, Elder Zheng is concerned."
Mingyuan's face looks very open, and he feels sunny and handsome when he smiles.
Yonghui has a really good eye for finding such a unique and handsome sunny guy among a bunch of face-paralleled, icebergs, and white-faced scholars.
Mingyuan also came over and called him very politely: "Miss Qiu." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)