(Text) 3-21 Step away three degrees, dream about the future
Zhao Qian saw that Yong Buli had not come back, so she ran over to see Yong Buli.
Unexpectedly, I saw Yong Buli at the corner of the backyard of Lonely Garden, with two assholes beside him.
Yong Buli held a sword, rubbed it against the ground, and said to himself:
"Other than turning you into needles, where else can you find needles?"
"Zhao Qian, you are here!"
Yu Wenmin and Chang Zhen saw Zhao Qian coming up and said in unison.
At the same time, Yong Buli turned to look at Zhao Qian, and also saw Shui Mufang behind Zhao Qian.
Seeing the smile on Shui Mufang's face, she felt happy in her heart.
"Brother Yong, what are you doing?"
"I'm sharpening the needle!"
"What is a needle and what is it used for?"
"It's the same thing as hair. It can open my heart and help me heal internal injuries quickly."
"It doesn't take a lot of effort to sharpen such a big sword into a needle. Why don't you sharpen it like this?"
Zhao Qian pulled out the hairpin from her head and handed it over.
Yong Buli took it and looked at it carefully, his face filled with joy.
"Silver hairpin! How come there is this? Aren't they all wooden hairpins?"
"What's the difference between silver hairpins and wooden hairpins?"
"Wooden hairpins are definitely not as effective as silver hairpins. If I had silver hairpins, my internal injuries would heal faster. Do you still have them? I need six!"
Yong Buli said it very excitedly, which made Zhao Qian also excited.
Regardless of everyone present, he couldn't help but stepped forward and kissed Yong Buli's face and said:
"I'll go back and get it right now!"
After saying that, he ran home.
At this moment, Yong Buli also blushed.
Zhao Qian would turn around from time to time and wave her hand to Yong Buli with a silly smile:
"Brother Yong, you have to work hard!"
The two assholes also left with Zhao Qian.
On the way back, Zhao Qian was jumping up and down with a very sweet look.
"You just kissed Brother Yong!" Yu Wenmin said.
"I know!"
"I feel like you suddenly changed!"
"How has it become?"
"You're so thick-skinned!"
"roll!"
"The people present are me, Chang Zhen, and Shui Zai. You just stepped forward like this, and you're not ashamed at all!"
"Huh, I like it! I'm happy to!"
"Why? Brother Yong can make you so happy just by grinding a needle. If he says something like he loves you, you won't be able to fly!"
"Think about it, why does he grind needles?"
"Isn't it to treat his own internal injuries?"
"Then what!"
"have no idea!"
"You are so stupid. Don't you just want to quickly recover from your internal injuries, develop magical powers as soon as possible, and win in the arena!"
"You can make sense, I really admire you!"
"Otherwise!"
"No, everything you said is right!"
"That's it!"
"We also admire Brother Yong very much. He made Han Zinan surrender obediently with just a few words. If he really waits for Brother Yong to recover his magic and starts to use his hands, it will be terrible. He will definitely beat Han Zinan's ass to pee."
"hey-hey!"
Later, Zhao Qian got the silver hairpin and sent it to Yong Buli immediately.
He also said to Yu Wenmin and Chang Zhen:
"You go back, you will have to practice hard tomorrow! Go back and have a good rest!"
"Aren't you going tomorrow?"
"Master has called all the disciples, can I not go?"
"Then don't you take a good rest?"
"Lou Suo, get out of here!"
Yu Wenmin and Chang Zhen left in despair.
In the lonely garden.
Zhao Qian has arrived.
Seeing Yong Buli in the room, he said:
"Brother Yong, I have brought you a silver hairpin."
"Thank you so much!"
Yong Buyi took the silver hairpin!
"You're welcome, this is what I should do."
Zhao Qian spoke in a whiny voice.
Just when Yong Buyi was about to take off his shirt, he found that Zhao Qian was not planning to leave yet.
So she said: "Zhao Qian, I have to start treating my internal injuries. You will be in a lot of inconvenience here!"
"It's okay, let me help you!"
After saying that, Zhao Qian helped Yong Buyi take off his shirt.
this……
How embarrassing!
The naked body was exposed like this.
Why!
This girl...!
"Brother Yong, tell me what I should do!"
Zhao Qian took the silver hairpin in Yong Buli's hand and said.
But Yong Buli was stunned and did not react.
"Brother Yong!"
"Oh, just go to my heart and pierce it."
"Heart vessels? Which ones are the heart vessels?"
"Mingmen, Changqiang, Center, Lingtai, Dazhui, Shinto!"
"Just plunge in, okay?"
"Um!"
"Hello!"
"Ah! You didn't even say anything, so you just stabbed me!"
"Does it hurt?"
"What do you mean! Be gentle! My sister Zhao Qian!"
"oh!"
"ah!"
"It's already very light!"
"Okay, go ahead and pierce it, I won't scream anymore!"
After a while.
Zhao Qian's shouts came from the room.
"Brother Yong, what's wrong with you, Brother Yong!"
Shui Mufang, Chao Xiangyang, Sixth Aunt and Yuzhu who were outside the house were frightened and ran in one after another.
At this time, Yong Buli was sitting cross-legged on the bed, already covered in sweat, with his eyes closed tightly and a ferocious look on his face, looking very painful.
Zhao Qian on the side looked at the four people who came in like a child who had done something wrong.
"Brother Yong, what's wrong?" Yuzhu asked.
"He asked me to pierce it, and now it's like this."
"Brother Yong, you are recovering from your injuries now. You should be fine!" Shui Mufang comforted him.
Although they said this, the five of them felt very worried when they saw Yong Buli in such pain.
At this time, Yong Buli entered the dreamland again.
"Why am I here again!"
Yong Buli stood on Chang'an Street and saw lanterns hanging everywhere at the end of the street. People were coming and going, and it was very lively.
At this time, not far away, there was a girl standing under the big tree, looking at the brocade handkerchief in her hand, looking very melancholy.
"She is Su Mengjing?"
Yong Buli thought to himself.
He quickened his pace and walked towards her.
"Mengjing, is that you?"
Su Mengjing turned her head, looked at Yong Buli, and said absently: "You're here!"
Suddenly, I felt that her mood was very gloomy. Although the surroundings were very lively,
"Today is the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet. Why are you not happy to see me?"
Yong Buli felt that he was so strange, how could he say this!
"I'm not unhappy, let's go, take me somewhere."
I originally planned to ask a few more questions, but seeing that she looked very gloomy and the hazy and dull weather, I didn't dare to ask more questions, and my mood became heavy.
Follow her guidance and accompany her to where she wants to go.
As they walked all the way, Yong Buli cast a spell, making the lively scene around her suddenly quiet. Even the slightest sound would break her meditation, and even her own breathing was tight and suppressed.
They came from the bright and bustling avenue to the secluded alley. The road became narrower and narrower as they walked, and the light became darker and darker as they walked. People looked around inadvertently and realized that the road they came from was already submerged in darkness.
But for her at this time, the moonlight caressed her face like a veil, bringing a touch of elegance to the dim path, and he always held his breath, controlled the sound of his footsteps, and walked alongside her.
Turn left, turn right, turn left again, walk forward for another ten meters, and stop in front of a courtyard.
She stretched out her hand and pushed open the half-open yellow and old wooden door. With a long "squeak", the door opened.
I saw a skinny old man sitting in a rocking chair in a yard of less than 10 square meters. The old man also saw them and said in a hoarse voice: "Here we come!"
Then he picked up the crutches with great difficulty and led them towards the inner hall.
The room was very messy, with broken chairs leaning against the square table with missing corners. The corners were covered with spider webs, which made the pores creepy. I could only find a little bit of familiarity by relying on the weak candlelight and my own figure.
and sense of security.
However, what she felt was that she became more and more sad and dignified.
At this time, an altar table appeared in front of him, covered with a white curtain. The moment the old man reached out to lift the white curtain, his heart was filled with panic and knots all over his body. In his rapid breathing and panicked heartbeat, he saw
A wooden sign.
Engraved above: Su Mengjing’s memorial tablet.
Immediately, Yong Buli was stunned and looked at her in astonishment.
Both she and the old man disappeared.
"Mengjing!"
"Mengjing!"
"I can't live without you!"
Instantly, sadness surged into my heart, my eyes filled with tears, and I was choked with sobs.
The frightened Yong Buli turned around and ran desperately outside the house, tears running backwards.
He ran all over the place, got lost at every street corner, and searched every corner she went to, but he couldn't find her direction.
He fell into madness and lost himself, just like the meteor in the sky that only once shone brightly.
Yong Buli fell to the ground in pain.
Recalling the first time I met Su Mengjing, I felt like I was standing in a fairy painting.
Her movements were as dignified as a breeze, her every move and smile was charming, pretty and refined, graceful, smart, cute, gentle, and generous. It's hard to overstate her qualities.
Coupled with the soft voice and the look back and smile at the moment of gorgeous turning, it makes people drunk and dreamy.
He couldn't use the words in his mind to describe her beauty, and the words seemed so pale and weak. Such a beautiful woman walked into his world, turning his life into poetry, the clouds turned into mist and rain, and the maple leaves expressed lovesickness.
In short, it's better not to meet each other, then you won't have a secret love; it's best not to meet each other, then you won't have a crush on them.