Chapter 396 It's a gift! (two in one (thanks to the seal winter swim leader)
"So, let's go and invite him?"
Feng Siyu stuffed a handful of snacks into his mouth, his bright brown apricot eyes shining brightly.
"So, go and invite me!"
The water ghost held the shaking goblet and made this suggestion.
Then seeing Wei Yuan seeming a little hesitant, the old Taoist priest's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Wei Yuan was the kind of character who was very keen on details. It was too easy to spot flaws in such an obvious straight shot. At this time, he did not
There is no way to deal with it. The monk over there has already closed his eyes and chanted sutras to escape reality.
At this moment, the water ghost drank the happy water in one gulp. When everyone was confused about how to continue, he slapped the table and said fearlessly:
"Boss."
He said: "Are you scared again?!"
Wei Yuan: “…………”
Zhang Ruosu: “…………”
Qi Jiajun’s fighting spirit: “…………”
Yuanjue: “…………”
If this is a stage play, then the water ghost is the absolute center. At this time, high-power lights that are usually unavailable should be shining on him from all directions, making the water ghost look like a god in everyone's eyes.
Generally handsome and bright, or as tragic as the heroes of ancient Greek mythology.
But this is reality.
The water ghost is like a convenience store clerk carrying water and charging towards a heavily armed violent group in a comical manner.
Ding, the water ghost used the skill to self-destruct and sacrifice, and the effect is outstanding!
After a while, the water ghost was forked out again backwards. Before being forked out, he extended his thumb and gestured to everyone, with a hearty smile on his face.
'My life is full of regrets.'
The old Taoist priest and the soldier soul took a breath of air and stood in awe.
Whether it was Feng Siyu's deaf ears or the water ghost's self-destruction attack, Wei Yuan and Jue finally succeeded in getting Wei Yuan and Jue out of the house. It was already winter and the weather was getting colder, but Wei Yuan felt that his heart was pounding for some reason.
Speed up the beat.
Scientific research has proven that the surrounding atmosphere can also have a negative impact on people's emotions and reason.
Therefore, taking the person you like to go on a roller coaster will make his or her heart beat faster, and you mistakenly think that such an accelerated heartbeat means that he or she likes you. Therefore, haunted houses and horror movies will also become young men and women with that little thought.
The best place to party.
As long as the girl you like is not the kind of person who has the instinct to knock out the staff of the haunted house with one kick.
Then, the favorability bonus is extremely high.
Wei Yuan's mind was full of thoughts. He originally just wanted to give a gift, but when he was treated like this, he felt a little embarrassed. He pretended that nothing happened and nodded with a smile. The goddess over there recalled
I subconsciously looked away from those paintings just now.
The smile on Wei Yuan's face solidified.
Are you serious about taking a step back?
Originally it was just a commemorative gift.
There is no need for this.
"Morning."
"Well, morning."
After the simple greeting, there was a long awkward moment.
An inexplicable silence fermented between the two people, which also made the water ghosts sigh. In the distant Qingqiu Kingdom, the girl curled her lips. This guy is really inferior. In the end, Wei Yuan seemed to muster up the courage to fight in the six countries.
With a lonely tone, he asked in a normal tone:
"I see Ehuang Nvying and the others are here."
He smiled and said: "It's rare to see them, do you want to have a casual dinner together tonight?"
The water ghost secretly clenched his fist.
Great!
The goddess raised her hand and gently arranged the hanging black hair on her temples with her fingers, and said as usual: "Okay."
A glimmer of light flashed in Feng Siyu's eyes.
Feng Siyu and Water Ghost exchanged glances with each other.
Humph, you did a good job.
You are okay too.
Then the girl's fingers behind her back quickly tapped the Morse code.
The hung water ghost swayed and emitted Morse code at a frequency.
"Here are snacks, here are snacks, the phased tasks have been completed, over."
"Here is Coke, here is Coke, the phased tasks have been completed, over."
The girl adjusted her sunglasses.
The elegant white hair turned into a neat high ponytail, and the corners of her eyes were red eye shadow. She raised her hand and tightened the loose feather belt around her waist. She curled up the corners of her mouth, and suddenly she changed from the elegant Qingqiu King to a
The goddess Tushan walked around the mountains and seas with the long whip handed down from the Shennong clan, and she had the same pleasure as when she traveled in the past.
He leaned on the high-backed chair, wearing a baseball cap, and patted the 'script' in his hand:
"OK, pass."
"Next scene."
………………
In the winter in Quan City, there is no way to see the heavy snowfall like in the north, but there is no problem with the clear sky. You can see the clear starry sky at night. The starry sky here in Lao Cai is purer because of the lack of light pollution.
Wei Yuan was a little distracted during the delicious meal.
And everyone ate absentmindedly.
Only Comrade Zhang Hao, a member of the special operations team who drove up on time to enjoy the meal, still ate happily.
He even succeeded in suppressing Feng Siyu in terms of the amount of food consumed.
"I have practiced hard."
Zhang Hao held the tea and said modestly in a Versailles tone, satisfied.
But he didn't say that in order to resist Feng Siyu's suppression, he did basic training like hanging dumbbells on his arms at the limit of normal people every day and quickly picking up soybeans with chopsticks in his belly. This was not because of his damn competitiveness, but because of his greed for food.
Purpose.
Food is inherently great.
And the free food is even more delicious.
Zhang Hao, who had no idea what the next arrangement would be, successfully interfered with Wei Yuan and Jue's own judgment. The old Taoist, Feng Siyu, and even the water ghost had silently left the museum's restaurant. Today's
Gifts need to be atmospheric. It always feels weird to give gifts during a family dinner.
The ghost of the painter sat cross-legged in the small attic on the second floor of the flower shop.
Surrounded by large tracts of violets in full bloom.
This represents eternal beauty and love, simple virtue and the never-fading midsummer.
When these three points are integrated, flowers with such mysterious and quiet colors always symbolize the long-lasting existence and beauty, like the high wind hovering in the nine heavens, like the lonely human beings in the world, the wind will never stop flowing.
, just as human beings have never given up exploration.
The painter looked down at the museum cross-legged, with several canvases placed next to her. She put on headphones, drank a drink, and replied: "Well, the tuning is now, 123, 123, and the vodka is in place."
"With my name as a painter, I will definitely capture the best picture."
She raised her neck and poured a mysterious liquid drink into her stomach.
While waiting for something to happen, I took out my phone and slid silently.
I saw that there are still fans in her fan group asking if she will still produce food in the near future?
"What a pity, I have already landed."
The girl painter whispered regretfully.
When those fans burst into tears, marveling that a generation of great masters was about to fall.
The corner of her mouth curled up, and then she added triumphantly:
"But I can jump again."
"Hmph, not only that, I can also jump left and right on the shore and spread my wings on the shore."
She put away her phone and stretched out her thumb to gesture at the environment. She still felt a little regretful. Unfortunately, almost all of her masterpieces were not approved. The gift she finally selected was just a pottery made by herself. There was no way around it. It was really a pity.
Yes, it’s rare to draw a good picture once.
What a pity.
The old Taoist priest escaped from the little paper man in the museum, soared into the sky, flicked his sleeves, and cast the spell Returning Wind and Fire, which condensed and converged all the pollution such as smog and haze over the entire old street, making the starry sky tonight
More suitable for giving gifts.
The water ghost quietly climbed to the second floor. His mission was to pass back photos from various angles to the girl in Qingqiu Kingdom. When he saw the ghost of the painter, he asked strangely: "What are you drinking?"
"Drink, I call him Quanzhou Happy Water."
The water ghost saw that the painter's drinks had the same color as happy water.
He took a glass with great interest, looked at the old street with a sigh, then raised his neck and drank it in one gulp. Immediately, his face froze, he turned his head suddenly and spit out the black drink, his eyes widened, and he coughed violently.
: "This, this, this, what is this?"
Along with the practice, the painter ghost gradually solidified into his appearance when he was sixteen or seventeen years old:
"Happy water."
The water ghost was startled, became furious, and said categorically: "This is not cola water at all!"
The painter ghost said slowly: "This makes me happy, why can't it be called happy water?"
"Besides, aren't the colors all the same?"
The corner of the water ghost's mouth twitched: "...You heretic!"
"What the hell is this?"
The painter thought for a moment, clapped his fingers and said: "If you are talking about the ratio, let me think about it, 2 ounces of vodka, 1 ounce of white rum, 2 ounces of lemon juice, 1 ounce of gin, 1 ounce of tequila
Liquor, 1/2 ounce of tangerine, and Coke."
"Coke? How much?"
The painter girl looked at her nose and heart, and smiled shyly:
"The right amount."
Water Ghost: "…………"
The water ghost in a deacon's uniform gracefully took out a lighter and walked next to the painter's happy water.
Opened with a snap.
With a splash, blue flames burned on the surface of the happy water.
Veins popped out of the water ghost's forehead: "You said this is happy water?!"
"It's happy water."
"This is not happy water at all!"
During the duel between the Happy Water duo in the museum, Ehuang learned on his mobile phone that his wife, whom he had been silently paying attention to, had the intention to return to the market. He felt a lot relieved, and then looked nervously outside. She and
At such a young age, Nvjiao inherited Shennong's whip of tasting hundreds of herbs, and then she was different from King Yu's character who traveled around the world. She was softer and gentler.
At this time, Feng Siyu spread his wings on his back and flew in the air with a basket of flowers.
Her job is to create atmosphere, atmosphere, atmosphere!
Just like the legendary Cupid.
He pretended to draw the bow, "Hmph, this arrow penetrates the stars..."
But at this time, the neighbor's child of the museum happened to be in the attic. He opened the window. He originally wanted to take a look at the scenery outside the window, but he saw a beautiful and ethereal girl with wings flapping behind her. She was stunned.
Feng Siyu made a bow and arrow look: "..."
Only then did he remember that he didn't cover his breath. He was stunned for a moment and didn't think much about it.
There is no consciousness of social death.
Smiling brightly, he held out his hand: "Trick or treat!"
To her, it doesn't matter what it is.
If you have something to eat and catch fish, it’s a good festival!
The museum neighbor whose brain was stuck blankly took out his own fruit candy and handed it over. Then he saw the Yu tribe girl leaving triumphantly. It took him a while to react, turned around, took a deep breath, and almost rolled over.
He ran downstairs.
"Mother!"
You can still vaguely hear his shouting: "Come out and see the angels!"
Feng Siyu stuck out his tongue, flapped his wings and flew into the sky, blessing himself with an invisibility spell to prevent anyone from seeing it again. The original plan was that as soon as they gave gifts, they would scatter all the flowers, like
It's like a story scene.
At this time, Jue, who had no idea at all, and Wei Yuan, who vaguely guessed that there was something wrong.
There were only two of them left in the room.
Even Zhang Hao has been picked up by Qi Jiajun Soldier Soul and Yuan Jue in the name of sparring with swordsmanship and fists. It is conceivable that whether he is competing with Qi Jiajun Battle Soul in swordsmanship or fists with the descendant of Xuanzang
, even the Taoist priests didn’t ask for it.
Wei Yuan took a deep breath.
You're done, do you really think I didn't react...
Just wait for me.
And Jue was also thinking about how to give the pottery she had made to Wei Yuan.
"correct……"
The two of them looked at each other at the same time, their eyes looking at each other almost without any expectation. The strange atmosphere at the beginning suddenly became subtle. On the second floor of the flower building, the shy girl painter slapped the water ghost on the head.
He pushed him to the ground and watched the next development with bright eyes.
"Get out of my way, old man!"
Feng Siyu, who was flying in the air, was about to scatter the petals, but found that when he took the candy, he had scattered all the petals, and the water ghost directly overturned the drunken girl painter's palm with his palm, and the girl's left and right arms were
The Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Hatchlings were all gone at once, losing their original purpose and function.
Wei Yuan has seen the naive goddess who does not understand the emotions of the world, and has seen the young man when he is ignorant.
I have also seen her who already understands some truths in the world.
But I have never seen such a girl.
The heart speeds up slightly again, the sky is clear and the stars are bright.
"Jue, I..."
"Yuan, I..."
The two spoke almost at the same time.
Perhaps it was the traces left by the years they spent together at the end of the Three Kingdoms. Sometimes the two of them always had a perfect tacit understanding. Their voices paused. Wei Yuan looked at the astonished girl and slowly exhaled. For some reason, those
The worry and anxiety have dissipated.
This is just a gift, what are you worried about?
He took out the gift he had already prepared, which was the pottery he brought back from Yu Min Kingdom.
This is extremely disappointing for Nvjiao, who can only see this scene through camera technology.
"This is my gift to you."
Wei Yuan spoke softly, and then tapped the pottery with his finger. His originally black pupils turned into gold in a short time. At this moment, Wuzhiqi, who was at the bottom of the Huai River, put down the game console and cursed, preparing to do something.
, stretch out the five fingers of your right hand.
Almost at the same time.
Wei Yuan's voice and Wuzhi Qi's voice both rose in my heart.
"The Divine Realm·The Illusion of Mountain Miasma."
"God's Domain·Mirage."
There is a miasma in the mountains, and those who stray into it will lose their way. In the waters, there is a spirit called mirage, which can control illusions and is called a mirage dragon. However, there is also a saying that mirages are just weak creatures that admire the greatness of the dragon god. Therefore,
Use illusions to disguise yourself as a dragon. Even the identity of a dragon is just an illusion.
But no matter what, at the same time, with the power of the God of the Mountain and the Huaishui Lord, the divine realm of illusion was launched.
Wuzhiqi said that fantasy is something he disdains, but he understands it to some extent.
Flying in the air, the frowning Feng Siyu suddenly saw a light rising from the old street. Such soft light almost instantly filled the entire street, not just the museum group, but also those who had been left behind by the bustling city.
, the residents who stayed in this slow pace of life all noticed this light.
Opened the window and pushed the door open.
Starlight falls on the world, and the songs and dances of the Feather people reappear in the world after more than five thousand years.
People who sing and dance, life is short, but why should we be sad? Even if we have passed away, our culture and words will always be passed down to future generations, and those who come after us will also have the same dream and sing the same song as us.
The wind will last forever, civilization will continue, and people will live forever.
Feng Siyu stood stunned, as if it was the reality of the legend. Under the soft starlight, one by one, priests of the Yu nation who existed in the past crossed the stars and years and walked out from the dim yellow past engraved on the utensils.
, came to reality, walked past her, and danced under the stars.
This is recorded in this pottery, the grand ceremony of the country under the command of the southern fire god Zhurong. The people of the Yumin Kingdom, Zhourao Kingdom, Sanmiao Kingdom, Guanxiong Kingdom, and all the people from the overseas countries recorded in the Nanjing came to participate. This was originally thousands of years ago.
Things that happened.
But at this moment, it seems like the intersection of long rivers of history, the reappearance of time.
The people of the mountains and rivers once wore masks with flame patterns on their faces, singing and dancing. They walked on the streets. Merchants in Xuanyuan Qiu sold jade, and there were decorations from the Republic of China everywhere, with heroic women holding young children.
As the child walked by, there was a gentle Chinese potter squatting there haggling.
Starlight scatters traces of movement in the wind.
Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the stars reflected in the girl's pupils. He was stunned. Then, his expression softened and he turned his head again to watch the reappearance of this scene. There was no need to care about anything else. The goddess of Kunlun spoke softly.
, said in a low voice:
"Didn't you say that you need me to give you some time before you can tell me about the past?"
"Oh, yes."
Wei Yuan said softly: "Let's treat today as a small exception."
"Yeah?"
"I'll forget about it tomorrow."
"Yeah, okay."
The two of them did not look at each other, and they communicated in a quiet voice, but something quiet and warm seemed to spread in the bottom of their hearts. Wei Yuan's heart slowly calmed down after going through battles and hard training, and he looked forward with his eyes looking soft.
I want to give you something...
What can I give you?
Sending you the wind.
Sending you snow.
Sending you the never-fading moonlight from that night five thousand years ago.
………………
Feng Siyu, who was flying in the sky, was stunned and accidentally bumped into the second floor of the flower shop.
The water ghost had just drank the painter's happy water, and now the alcohol was flowing to the top of his head. When he raised his head, he saw Feng Siyu running directly towards him. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he only had time to scream.
The man was like a gourd pulling at the painter's canvas and it fell down.
Accompanied by the painter’s screams:
"My canvas, my white paint, my happy water, I will fight with you!"
The large group of painters happy water also fell down and fell to the ground. They didn't know what they hit and burned. Although they couldn't really cause any damage, the movement was really loud. Jue subconsciously moved a step, and
Wei Yuan also reacted subconsciously.
In the sky, Feng Siyu struggled to flap his wings and pulled the water ghost's right leg with both hands.
The water ghost was dangling like this, with one hand pressing the men's top hat on his forehead, and the hem of his clothes was swishing like a dashing thief jumping off Big Ben in the Tower of London. At the same time, he was holding the camera in his left hand, clicking.
The most important photo of my life was taken in one fell swoop.
The sound of the shutter made Wei Yuan and Jue subconsciously look over.
The photo was left behind.
In the photo, the young man in black and red clothes took half a step forward, while the girl in white was subconsciously protected. It was just the right reaction. The girl was half-hugged in her arms, surrounded by black hair, touching the hair on the temples of the young man, and the starlight in the sky was flourishing.
, surrounded by the past years and modern old streets, it is boundless and magnificent.
PS: Two in one, 5,600 words, if you open one, it will cost 2,800, but it doesn’t seem to be very good when you open it, so I posted them together... Anyway, I hope everyone will like this kind of museum daily life, but the daily plot
Not a lot. This is also an attempt to improve my weakness in plots such as daily transitions...
I'm really not good at writing about daily life. I feel like I've lost a lot of brain cells.
Thank you to the leader of the Seal Winter Swimming Alliance, thank you~