Summary of the previous chapter: A young man with short hair suddenly walked out of the crowd. After the man whispered a few words to Zilong, Zilong knelt on the ground obediently and called Ma Xiaoquan "Grandpa"...
Zilong's sudden betrayal made Ma Xiaoquan a little overwhelmed, and Bei Mingxue...because Zilong was so troubled, her originally furious heart suddenly calmed down a lot.
Bei Mingxue turned around and said lightly, "Get lost."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the crowd.
"Ma Xiaoquan, this bet isn't over yet..."
Ma Xiaoquan did not look back, but said lightly: "You two can decide on that quota..."
...
At night, Ma Xiaoquan tossed and turned and was unable to sleep.
Thinking of the last thing that happened during the day, Ma Xiaoquan felt helpless and angry.
If it weren't for Zilong's last nonsense, I'm afraid he wouldn't be in such a bad mood today, right? But...how did Zilong know "Yue'er"? Did Qinghan tell him?
Thinking of this, Ma Xiaoquan sighed helplessly.
"Master Shangxian...why are you sighing? Is it because of what happened during the day?" An old voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and replied with a smile: "Is it Bei Mingzheng? Come in."
With a creaking sound, the door opened, and the person who came was none other than Bei Mingzheng.
Beiming was holding a gourd, walked slowly to the table, and gently placed the gourd on the table.
"Haha... Lord Immortal, I have some good wine here, and I want you to drink it with me..."
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Bei Mingzheng, please don't call me Master Shangxian. Just call me Brother Xiaoma. I'm used to it."
"Haha, it's better to be respectful than to obey orders." Bei Mingzheng opened the gourd with a smile and poured a cup for Ma Xiaoquan from a tea cup.
Ma Xiaoquan put the tea cup in front of his nose, smelled it, and praised it: "Good wine, Bei Mingzheng, what kind of wine is this?"
Bei Mingzheng chuckled: "This is the wedding wine for my good granddaughter, the 18-year-old daughter's red."
"I'm sorry." Ma Xiaoquan shook his head, "No wonder, you old guy, took out all the wine for your granddaughter's wedding?"
Bei Mingzhengdao said: "Brother Xiaoma doesn't know something. My granddaughter has a strong temperament. She heard about you during the day and she was feeling depressed. Brother Xiaoma, that guy from Zilong said...
..Yue'er, is it true?"
Ma Xiaoquan asked Bei Mingzheng: "What do you think?"
Bei Mingzheng patted his head and said: "Brother Xiaoma, this Yue'er is your wife Hua Yuexin when you were in the late Han Dynasty?"
Ma Xiaoquan gave a bitter smile and did not answer Bei Mingzheng.
Ma Xiaoquan always has a very strange feeling in his heart. The "Yue'er" in his heart should be Huayue Xin, but... Ma Xiaoquan always has dreams in the past few days, and he dreams about it.
People are like the bright moon.
Hua Yue Xin...Ming Yue Xin...they are all called Yue'er, but...which Yue'er is this Yue'er?
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head, picked up the tea cup, and drank all the wine in the cup.
"Perhaps, if you get drunk tonight, you will forget it for a while."
...
Noon the next day.
Last night, Ma Xiao and Bei Mingzheng shared the delicious 18-year-old Nuerhong. Ma Xiao didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he didn't see Bei Mingzheng.
"Uh" Ma Xiaoquan rubbed his temples and sat up slowly.
With a "creak" sound, the door opened.
Shui Ling'er slowly walked in with a plate of food. She didn't take more than two steps when the little girl frowned.
"Brother Xiaoma, must you have been drinking yesterday? You smell so much of alcohol."
Ma Xiaoquan gave a bitter smile, slowly walked out of the bed, and said, "Well, I drank a little last night. Hey, brother Ma is too drunk. Haha, I'm sorry."
Shui Ling'er put down the tray and asked, "Brother Xiaoma, are you drinking because Sister Bei Mingxue is mean to you?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head.
"Oh. That must be Yue'er that bad guy Zilong was talking about, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly, walked to the table and sat down.
"Brother Xiaoma, can you tell me about Yue'er?"
"Ah?" Ma Xiaoquan was slightly stunned, "Shui'er, why are you so curious?"
"Shui'er is just curious, Brother Xiaoma, do you know that there are quite a few of us Victory Eleven who like you, but when they heard about Yue'er, everyone was as sad as Sister Bei Mingxue.
"
"This..." Ma Xiaoquan was speechless upon hearing Shuiling's words.
I don't think anything wrong about these little girls at all, but these little girls have illusions about me...
"Shui'er, listen to Brother Xiaoma tell you, Brother Xiaoma..."
Shui Ling'er shook her little head and said: "Brother Xiao Ma, we all know that you like Sister Qinghan, and this time we also heard about the person named Yue'er who has always been in your heart, but... no matter what,
We all hope that Brother Xiaoma can cheer up and not be in a bad mood because of that annoying guy Zilong."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and patted Shui Ling'er's little head: "Thank you, oh no, thank you, Shui'er!"
Shui Ling'er giggled: "You're welcome, right, Brother Xiaoma, when will Sister Qinghan come back? We, the Victorious Eleven, are missing one of her, and we always feel incomplete."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed and thought to himself, I want to know too. Qinghan left without saying goodbye and went to Liaodong. I don’t know what’s going on now. If it weren’t for you, I might have chased him long ago.
Seeing that Ma Xiaoquan was silent, Shui Ling'er didn't ask further questions. She quietly exited Ma Xiaoquan's bedroom and closed the door gently.
...
Ma Xiaoquan put down his bowl and chopsticks, sighed softly, and said to himself: "No, I have to go back. Why does Ming Yue Xin keep appearing in my mind? What happened to Ming Yue Xin? Why do I have to go back several times?
Didn’t you see her?”
At this point, Ma Xiaoquan raised his head and shouted out the door: "Shui'er, come in, I'm going to ask you a favor."
The door creaked open, and Shui Ling'er walked up to Ma Xiaoquan with big eyes, looked at the untouched food on the table, and asked: "Brother Xiao Ma, isn't the food delicious? Is it cold?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "No, no, no, it's not cold. That's it. I don't have any classes in the next few days. Please tell everyone that I have to leave temporarily for a few days."
"Leave? Is Brother Xiaoma going to find Sister Qinghan?"