Seeing He Lingfeng's somewhat amused look, Xiahou Muqing couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Lingfeng, what's wrong with you? Why are you so emotional today? You're not usually like this."
"Master Wife is just saying it casually. How come you, a man of iron blood, can sigh so much because of a trivial matter like Jian Chen coming back? This is not like your character."
"Ah..." He Lingfeng knew he had made a mistake, so he quickly sorted out his thoughts, returned his expression to normal, exhaled, and after calming down, he said calmly: "No, Master Wife, this disciple just said it casually.
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After that, he changed the subject, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister is already drunk. Is there anything you need your disciple to help take care of?"
"No need, Lingfeng." Xiahou Muqing looked at his daughter who was already asleep, and then said to He Lingfeng: "Your senior sister is already asleep. I will just take care of her later. It's getting late, so you should go back to sleep."
Bar."
Looking at Du Zhiqing's sleeping face, he felt a sense of loss in his heart. In the end, he could only listen to Xiahou Muqing's words, nodded, and said quietly: "Okay, Master, the disciple will leave first, Master."
go to bed early."
After he said that, he stood up and walked out of the hall. After exiting the main door, he looked at the stars on the moonlit night. The loneliness in his heart deepened. In an instant, a feeling of abandonment arose from the bottom of his heart.
He looked at the quiet night, took a deep breath, and finally walked down the steps to his room.
No matter who the senior sister chooses, it is ultimately her own choice. No one else has the right to interfere. He has also said that as long as it is her choice, he will support it without reason. Even if he is unwilling to do so, what can he do?
Woolen cloth.
Since that day when she and Mo Jianchen were drunk together on Xiufeng Mountain, Du Zhiqing has not seen Mo Jianchen again in these days.
The annual martial arts competition in Muzhou City is about to be held. The annual martial arts competition is held in Luanxiang Pavilion. Mo Beiya and Xue Wenru, as well as the elders of Luanxiang Pavilion, are participating in the competition.
During the competition.
Mo Beiya was afraid that his son would be too idle these days, so he called him there and participated in the preparations for the Heroes Competition with the elders of Luanxiang Pavilion.
Because he participated in this incident, Mo Jianchen suddenly changed from idle to busy. Because he has been busy with these things these days, he did not have the chance to meet Du Zhiqing for several days.
Not being able to see Mo Jianchen and playing with him, Du Zhiqing inevitably felt a little lonely. She originally wanted to join in and accompany Mo Jianchen, but her parents did not agree.
Du Congyue and Xiahou Muqing both knew their daughter's temperament and were afraid that she would cause trouble in such rigorous preparations by being careless, so they did not let her participate and only let her stay in Luanxiang Pavilion to practice martial arts alone.
Her parents didn't agree, so she had no other choice but to stay in Luanxiang Pavilion. These days, the most she could do was go and have fun with Xiahou Wandai, which was very boring.
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, eight or nine pieces, fly into the pool and you can't see it, you can't see it..."
In the evening, when the sun sets in the west, it is like a person sitting in the courtyard of Luozhutang, lighting the petals of fallen flowers in his hand, and talking boredly.
"Oh, it's really boring." She pouted, threw the fallen flower out, put her hands on her chin, and said boringly: "You are all gone, just leave me here alone.
Wait, what do I mean?"
As she spoke, she lowered her eyes again and said quietly: "Brother Chen, brother Chen hasn't come to play with me these days. I don't know what they are busy with, and he doesn't let me go and see."
"Zhi Qing." I heard the door creak, and then my mother, Xiahou Muqing, came in.
"Mom, you're back." Du Zhiqing stood up and took two steps forward, "Have you finished preparing for the Heroes Competition? Why are you back alone, where is dad?"
Xiahou Muqing walked up a few steps, sat down on the stone chair, and slowly said to her: "I have been busy these days, and I have basically finished all the preparations. I am just waiting for the convening in a few days. Your father
I was discussing the venue with your uncle, and he told me to let my mother come back first and he would come back later."
"Then..." Du Zhiqing blinked gently, with a hint of earnestness in his eyes: "Is Brother Chen here too? Mom, have you seen him these days? What is he busy with?"
Xiahou Muqing shook his head, "My parents and your Uncle Abei were not in the same place. Mom didn't see Jian Chen, and she didn't know what they were doing. But our work here will be finished soon, and they will soon
Alright."
"Oh." Not only was she a little disappointed when she didn't find out the news about Brother Chen from her mother, she lowered her head in frustration.
Xiahou Muqing looked at her like this, poked his head, and said with a chuckle: "You are so listless these days, maybe you are thinking about your brother Chen. We haven't seen him for a few days, and you are like this
I miss him."
"Hmph." Du Zhiqing pouted, snorted softly, and said with a bit of dissatisfaction on his face: "Really, all of you are going to prepare for the Heroes Competition. You don't allow me to go, so you just leave me alone.
I can't even see Brother Chen here, and it's really boring to have no one to play with me."
Xiahou Muqing shook his head: "With your temper, you might cause some trouble if you go. Just stay here and wait for the Heroes Competition to start. Just go and participate."
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Du Zhiqing raised his eyes again, still dissatisfied: "But why can't Brother Chen go, but why can't I go? Brother Chen is not here, and there is no one to play with. I really want to go to Brother Chen."
Seeing her like this, Xiahou Muqing couldn't help laughing: "You rely on your brother Cheng. You have relied on your brother since childhood. It has been ten years, and it has really not changed at all. Didn't you know that you were drunk that day?
After drinking, we talked about something and did something."
When Du Zhiqing mentioned what happened that day, he couldn't help but be startled. With a bit of curiosity in his eyes, he looked at his mother and asked seriously: "Mom, you never told me, how did Brother Chen send me back that night?"
Yes, what on earth did I say?"
Xiahou Muqing smiled and shook his head, and said truthfully: "I don't know why you went crazy that day. You actually drank the liquor brewed by your grandpa and got completely drunk. Jian Chen helped you back."
"That night you kept talking about Brother Chen, about Brother Chen. You also said that you would always be with him and never separate. You even held his hand and refused to let go even after saying anything!"
"What?" Hearing this, Du Zhiqing couldn't help being shocked. She couldn't help but blush when she heard her mother's words. She closed her eyes in embarrassment and whispered: "I...how could I say such a thing?
What about doing something like that?"
"Let's just say you are a little confused." Xiahou Muqing scratched the tip of her nose and smiled softly: "You said these yourself. Once you are drunk, you will not remember anything. Let's see how you dare in the future.
I don’t dare to get so drunk!”
"Oh no, I didn't, I didn't." Du Zhiqing blushed instantly, hugged his head, shook his head and denied, "I wouldn't do such a thing, I didn't."
She couldn't help feeling that she couldn't face the embarrassing things she had done, so she quickly said: "Mom, I'm going back to the room..."
As she spoke, she ran back to the room and closed the door.
Xiahou Muqing just looked at his daughter's running back, shook his head with a smile, and sighed softly: "Oh, this confused and silly child!"
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, how could I do such a thing?" She said and ran to the bed, threw herself on the bed, beat the pillow and said frantically: "How could I pull Brother Chen?
He refused to let go of his hand and said that he wanted to be with him forever, am I crazy?"
"I am a girl. How will I face him when I see him in the future? I don't know if I have said anything else or if he will remember what I said. If he does,
Will you laugh at me to death..."
"Ahhhh..." She buried her head in the pillow and shouted frantically: "I'm really going to die this time!"
The next morning was another boring day. After everyone left the Luozhu Hall, Du Zhiqing was the only one left in the Luozhu Hall. After practicing kung fu, she was bored, so she took the drawing board alone.
The brushes and dyes went to the courtyard of Luanxiang Pavilion to paint pictures for fun.
After laying out the paper, she lightly dipped the paintbrush in dye and sketched on the drawing board. She had nothing to do and had no purpose. After thinking about it, she didn't know what she should draw.
Out of boredom, without thinking, she used light green dye to outline a poplar tree on the paper.
This poplar tree stands majestically at the corner of Muzhou City. I still remember that she was just a small seedling in the past, but now it has grown into a towering tree.
I still remember that when I was six years old, when Brother Chen left, he once said to himself that when this poplar tree grows up, it will be the time for him to return.
Sure enough, he did not lie to himself. Ten years later, the poplar tree finally grew into a towering tree, and he finally returned to Muzhou City.
Although there were some ridiculous misunderstandings when they met for the first time after they grew up, he was still her brother Chen and had not changed at all. He was still the one who could play with her and make trouble with her, and she could follow him without any worries.
Next to him, he relied on his brother Chen.
Now that we have returned to each other this time, we will never be separated again.
Just thinking about it, she couldn't help but pick up the paintbrush and sketched the back of a man under the poplar tree.