The other party was polite, and Qiuqiu also returned the favor: "Brother Mingyuan."
After arriving at Jiufeng, I felt that the number of salutes increased.
Jiufeng advocates ancient styles, and dressing, speaking, and etiquette are all different from those in the Central Plains.
Their clothes are not bright in color, and there are much less types of jewelry. The roofs are usually dark tiles and carved with ancient beast heads.
This is like an ancient painting. The scenery is the scenery in the painting, and people are also like people in the painting.
Mingyuan asked her: "Like Elder Zheng, Miss Qiu, you have just arrived soon?"
"Yes, almost no one recognizes it."
Mingyuan smiled: "I am almost the same as you, and I don't recognize many people either. Many new faces are very happy to see people."
Yes, what is the most important thing for a sect to develop?
Maybe some people think that there is a magic weapon, a secret, and a spiritual vein treasure mountain.
No, the most important thing is people.
The sects need to be inherited and developed from generation to generation. Magic weapons will be damaged and secrets will be lost. As for the Baoshan Spiritual Veins, the vast ocean can be transformed into mulberry fields, and no one can guarantee the future.
With newcomers, the sect will be more prosperous and prosperous in the future than it is now, which is a happy thing.
This person is very contagious.
When he smiles cheerfully, the people around him will be infected by his happiness.
This person really doesn't look like someone who just parted with his lover.
Qiuqiu's eyes accidentally swept down the steps, and she was stunned.
She saw Lin Su.
Mingyuan obviously saw him too.
Lin Su walked towards them and walked until they stopped.
"Senior Brother Mingyuan."
"Lin Zhangfeng."
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Lin Su's mouth: "I haven't seen you for many years... How are you recovering now?"
"Fortunately, Elder Zheng told me that thanks to the scorpion heart grass you sent, otherwise the poison on my body might have to go through a lot of trouble. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Lin Sudun for a moment and said, "I have something to say to you."
Qiuqiu was very tactful and said that she would leave in advance and would not disturb them from reminiscing about the past.
The clouds rolled around the top of the mountain, and it was about to rain. Qiuqiu went to clean up the glazed fruits she dried. Because she was afraid of sand and dust when she was dried underground, she simply spread the fruits outside the long window of Fengxian Pavilion.
It's not difficult to pack up on the platform and the roof. Huo'er crawled around at her feet to help. At first Qiuqiu was worried about whether she would step on him - the result was that strange. The more she thought about it, the more she thought about it.
As she stepped back, she really stepped on Huo'er's hand.
Qiuqiu was startled, but Huo'er didn't hurt or itchy, and he didn't even have a red mark on his hand, so he continued to lie there and pick up the glass fruit.
They have not yet harvested the fruit. The rain has fallen.
Qiuqiu walked into the house with Huo'er in one hand and a basket in the other.
The raindrops fell on the ground, splashing a circle of reunited water marks.
Qiuqiu likes rainy days.
I can't say why I like it. Anyway, when it rains, she feels very at ease, just like a wanderer traveling far away coming home.
She didn't know why before.
It is obviously raining, so inconvenient. It is tide everywhere. During the rainy season, it will not clear for many days. A layer of green mold can grow on the legs of the table, the bed and feet. Not to mention outside.
The road was very sticky and soft. My younger sister and my younger brother couldn't stay in the house. They always wanted to run out, but they would always step on the mud and come back. Qiuqiu asked them to clean the mud outside the door.
Come in again.
They first stomped their feet on the bluestone slabs placed at the door. When they found that the stomp was not clean, they took off their shoes and threw them on the bluestone slabs.
Not only children, but also adults are no exception. Therefore, you can often hear the sound of shoes throwing and mud from far and near, which is very lively.
But Qiuqiu just likes raining, and that's how she is when she was young. She likes to hear the sound of rain, smell the smell of rain, and even likes the ripples that splash on the water.
She was lying in front of the window and watching it raining, and she was never tired of watching it for a day. The scholar's wife said, "I'm afraid she's destined to have a lack of water in her life."
Qiuqiu didn’t understand the reason before, but now she thinks that it may have something to do with the mental method she has practiced.
Qiuqiu pulled the thin quilt and lay there listening to the sound of rain outside. Huo'er held two glass fruits in her hand and rubbed around her.
Qiuqiu's breathing was stable and she fell asleep.
Huo'er lay there and looked at Qiuqiu quietly.
When Qiuqiu exhale, his soft breath blew on his head, and his soft hair was blown up and then fell back softly, then stood up and lie back.
He looked forward and tapped his head again, put his nose closer to Qiuqiu's hair, smelled it, and rubbed it again.
It was raining and Dabai was unhappy to go out. He was soaked with all the hair on his body and couldn't do it for a long time.
Dabai lay on the other side of Qiuqiu, his soft and long hair was warm and fuzzy, like a long haired pillow.
When Shi'er came in, the room was quiet, and the one master and two pets were sleeping in broad daylight with their heads covering their heads. Qiu Qiu's sleeping posture was the most honest, lying quietly. Huo'er slept with his mouth still on his back.
There was a trace of suspicious water marks. Dabai was lying beside Qiuqiu, snoring in a regular slut. This scene was so quiet.
Shi'er originally wanted to talk to Qiuqiu, but she also wanted to ask her if she wanted to go sailing on the lake.
Rafting in the rain is of a unique interest.
However, seeing the situation in front of you, sleepiness seemed to be contagious, and Shi'er felt so lazy that she didn't want to do anything and didn't want to move.
He simply took off his shoes, socks and shirt and lay down beside Qiuqiu.
Qiuqiu slept very well, and didn't notice that there was suddenly another person around her.
Not only did she not wake up, she also leaned against Shi'er, leaned her head against his shoulder, found a more comfortable position, and continued to sleep soundly.
When she woke up, the rain had not stopped.
Qiuqiu listened to the sound of rain outside and looked at the dim sky. For a moment, she thought it was dawn and it was not dawn. But soon she remembered that she had a long and comfortable afternoon sleep.
It's not in the early morning, but near dusk.
When did Shi'er come back?
Qiuqiu looked at the extra master around him with some surprise.
Shi'er's clothes were a little scattered, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a scattered black hair on her cheeks.
What a beautiful man sleeping in autumn!
Qiuqiu got up gently, spread out a piece of paper, took out a pen, and began to describe it as he looked in front of him.
Although she is not very good at painting, she now wants to keep this scene and freeze it into eternity.
When Shi'er wakes up, she can show it to him.
Look, this is what he looked like when he fell asleep.
Being good-looking is taking advantage, not to mention being beautiful, but also being beautiful. Qiuqiu has discovered several times afterwards that she was eating with Shi'er and watching him, and she was unknowingly more than usual
Eat a lot.
This should be considered another type of delicious meal.
Shi'er's fingers moved, and her eyelashes trembled.
Qiuqiu stopped writing and looked at him: "Wake up? Don't move for now."
Shi'er opened the crack in her eyes and looked at her. Sure enough, she closed her eyes obediently and did not move at all.
Huo'er and Dabai also woke up and wanted to move. Qiuqiu pointed at his nose and told them not to move.
For them, it is not a bad thing to stay there after they are awake and stay still. It’s okay for Dabai to be a child with ADHD. As long as they are awake, they can’t calm down at all.
Now he is telling him to lie down and move without moving, which is too difficult for him. It is like living a life of years.
Qiuqiu finished drawing the last stroke and sighed in a long sigh: "Okay. You can get up."
Before she could say the second sentence, Dabai immediately jumped up and rushed out of the window like an arrow from the string.
It seems that being a painting model is really a tragedy for it.
Huo'er followed closely, and the fat little arms and feet were short, but they were rushing fast. They crawled out through the open long window.
Only Shi'er and Qiuqiu were left in the house.
"Do you want to see?"
Shi'er sat up, leaned against the window, and smiled and stretched out his hand: "Take it and see."
Qiuqiu handed him the painting he had just drawn like a treasure.
On the painting, he lie down quietly and sleeps peacefully. He gave birth to a very good child, no matter whether it is the front, side, part or whole, there is no imperfect place. Especially Qiuqiu painted half of his side, full of a kind of green mountains and rain after the rain.
Ethereal.
The fat Dabai and Huoer next to each other were on the left and right, fat...
When Qiuqiu painted them, her brushstrokes became cartoonish without realizing them, which even exaggerated their cuteness.
This makes it cute, but it is not much the same as Shi'er's painting style.
But despite this, the whole painting still seems very coordinated.
"It's not very similar to the drawing." Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er carefully, reached out to his hand, and slowly moved his fingertips from his forehead, passing through his straight nose, and then slashed across his lips.
Shi'er's appearance and temperament are really unreplicable. She probably only draws a third-quarter look.
Shi'er whispered: "Very good."
“Where’s the best place?”
“Everywhere is good.”
His words are sincere and Qiuqiu does not doubt his sincerity.
But Qiuqiu felt that his judgment was too subjective.
It is obvious that Xi Shi appears in the eyes of the lover.
Just because she painted the painting, he would look at it any better.
His evaluation of her is probably impossible to be objective.
Qiuqiu took the painting over, and the two of them put their heads together. Shi'er pointed out that she added some details to the picture, which seemed to be more vivid and specific.
Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er beside him, and then at Shi'er on the painting.
What a beautiful and sweet memory.
She must preserve this painting well. When she thinks of today's beauty in the future, she can open the painting and relive the sweetness and joy of this moment.
"Put it away first, I'll find materials to frame the painting tomorrow." Qiuqiu rolled up the painting carefully and planned to find a place in the house to put it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to
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ps: In a day of chaos, my ID card was lost. Oh, I applied for a reissue, and I applied for a report. I went to the bank for consultation. I went back and forth, so I was too tired.