Sword comes

Chen Ping'an walked out of the house in a trance, came to the small courtyard, looked up, the scorching sun was in the sky, the sight was particularly clear, the sky was like a porcelain embryo with layers of glaze faded, and it was clean and pleasant.

Chen Ping'an inadvertently noticed that his breathing was a little stagnant, so he sat on the threshold, held his breath, and tied his hands and ten fingers to a sword and stove fist.

After a stick of incense, Chen Ping'an felt that the breath became smooth and smooth. Just as he was about to stand up, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes, sat back on the threshold, and stared with wide eyes. Stone, the best sword sharpening stone in the world, Dragon Slaying Platform!

Chen Ping'an quickly got up, walked quickly, squatted down and examined it carefully. Compared with the collapsed pedestal of the Heavenly Official God statue before, it seemed as if someone had cut tofu with a knife. The knife went straight down, and it was divided into two neatly. .Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin, moved his position little by little, squatted in a different position, moved around in a circle, and after his butt returned to its original position, he became more and more certain that it was the pedestal at the foot of the statue of "Bodhisattva nodding". .

This made Chen Ping'an horrified. Although Miss Ning likes to say some strong words, all her cold-eyed words will never be false. She said that the strong and abnormal Dragon Slaying Platform can only be confounded by Dajian Xianhua. Only the price can be split, and Chen Ping'an is sure.So this Dragon Slaying Platform has long legs, and then ran all the way to his Chen Pingan's house?

Now Chen Ping'an already knows that there are indeed gods and ghosts in the world, and there are countless mandrill spirits, but it is unlikely that a stone will become a spirit, right?Besides, it can also enjoy some blessings when it runs to anyone's house. What else can it do other than suffer in this house, is there such a stupid stone spirit?

Chen Pingan asked tentatively, "Hey, can you speak? Or can you understand me?"

Of course not.

The suspicious boy shook his head, not seeing enough.

Probably because the previous dream was too real, and Chen Ping'an has not recovered so far, which makes everything look weird now.

Many little things that were not thought deeply in those days are now strung together, and it seems that they make sense all at once.

Mr. Qi said that there are indeed in the world, and Ning Yao even said that the world outside is bizarre,

Even the old man Yao has already said a lot in bits and pieces. There is a lot of attention to the simple matter of entering the mountain. The old man Yao has said a lot. For example, those inconspicuous old tree stumps may be mountain gods. Seat, can't sit.It is also said that the mountains under the sky, no matter how big or small, are actually in the same line, but they are divided into grandparents and grandchildren.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an was suddenly very curious and wanted to know how to see the whole picture of Lizhu Cave where the town is located?Is it only possible to climb to the peak higher than Piyun Mountain to have a clear view?

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts and looked down at the black stone, thinking about moving it to the blacksmith's shop. Miss Ning must need this sword sharpening stone.As for how Ning will deal with the stone at that time, whether to choose to sharpen the sword herself, or to give it to Master Ruan, as a thank you gift for helping to cast the sword, Chen Ping'an doesn't care anyway, he is just curious about how the sword sharpening stone sharpens the sword, whether it will be with him About sharpening a hatchet?

Chen Ping'an has never been sloppy in doing things. After he made up his mind, he immediately started. He stretched out his hands and lifted the sword sharpening stone up. It could be lifted an inch away from the ground. Chen Pingan went to the house to find a basket.

Soon the young man was walking down the Mud Bottle Alley with a basket on his back, covering the sword sharpening stone with a shirt.

After walking out of Mud Bottle Alley, Chen Pingan found that there were many people walking on the street. It was probably the sudden dark night, which made people panic. Now that he finally saw the big sun, he wanted to come out and breathe.Therefore, most of the people in the small town left their homes, walked out of the alleys to the streets, and there was a lot of discussion. From time to time, someone hurried past, shouting that the iron lock well was completely dry, and even the iron chain hanging in the well for thousands of years, It was also given to some bastard to sneak away and hide at home.There are also young children who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

It turned out that the old locust tree was uprooted "overnight" and fell on the street. The ground was covered with broken locust branches and withered yellow locust leaves. At first, many people nearby felt that they should not waste it, so they picked up the branches and leaves and went home to set fire. Some of them were tired, lazy, young and strong, reluctant to be urged by their mother-in-law and aunt, and took the hatchet to chop the thicker locust branches.It’s not that no one stopped them. Most of the old people in the small towns who have lived around the old locust tree for generations are very distressed. They directly scolded those men and women who took advantage of such immorality. Trees have spiritual energy. Over the years, even dead branches have only fallen in the dead of night, and they don’t want to hit people’s heads. How many people's stomachs.

does not work.

Those young and strong men either ignored them and just bury their heads in chopping down trees. Those with less temperament clashed with the old man, pushing and shoving.A bit messy anyway.

After hearing the movement over the old locust tree, Chen Ping'an carried a basket on his back, hesitating, he slowed down, turned his head in three steps, and looked in the direction of the old locust.Intuition told him that he should go to the locust tree to take a look, but there was a voice in his heart that told him to go to the blacksmith shop quickly.

He suddenly saw a dexterous figure like the wind, passing by his side. It was a little girl in a big red cotton jacket, making people laugh or cry like a little girl's shoulders, carrying a locust tree branch as thick as a green and strong arm. Huaizhi and others are long, and the little girl has fast feet, like the wheel of a car, very lively and playful.

Chen Ping'an recognized her at a glance. She was the little girl who came and went like the wind. She liked to wander around the town. She and Gu Can belonged to each other and did not know each other. , She followed those immortal figures, and seemed to have a particularly good relationship with the young Taoist nun, and Chen Ping'an also gave her a small snake gallstone.

Chen Ping'an hurriedly called out to her, the little girl in the red jacket turned her head, and when she saw it was Chen Ping'an, she grinned, with a pair of talking eyes, as if saying that you have something to say, I'm listening, I'm still busy Move with ants!

Chen Ping'an held back his laughter and waved, "I'll discuss something with you, I'll delay you for a while at most."

The little girl in the big red cotton-padded jacket, carrying the branches, ran over with resoluteness and turned slightly sideways. She raised her head, a little puzzled.

Chen Pingan asked, "You brought this branch from the old locust tree, right?"

The little girl nodded vigorously and regretted: "If you don't hurry up, you will be robbed. I have little strength, so I can only move such a big thing. I will try to run a few more times."

Chen Ping'an's mind changed abruptly, and he asked tentatively, "If your home is on Fulu Street, it will be far away. If you trust me, you can put the locust tree branches in my yard first, so that you can run back and forth more often. several times."

The little girl silently weighed the pros and cons. While thinking seriously, she kept observing Chen Ping'an's eyes and complexion. She probably thought that Chen Ping'an had no bad intentions. She nodded and said, "Then what do you want me to do? I don't move the branches that are too big, it's very heavy, and my shoulders are kind of on fire now."

Chen Ping'an took out a bunch of keys, took off one of them, and handed it to the little girl, "This is the key to my courtyard door, you take it. I don't want you to do anything more, just take a look when you grab the locust tree branch. Are there any green leaves on the ground that have turned yellow, if there are any, please remember to put them away for me."

She didn't take the key and widened her eyes, "That's it?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Yes, that's it. Do you know where my home is?"

She hummed, "From the left hand side of Mud Bottle Lane, there are No. 12 houses."

In the end, she still didn't take the key. "Your courtyard wall is not high. I can gently put the locust branch in it without opening the courtyard door."

Chen Ping'an just put away the keys, and the girl in the red jacket has already turned around and ran away.

Chen Ping'an felt that she was like herself in the mountains. She was walking through the streets and alleys, and he was crossing the mountains.

Chen Pingan walked out of the town and went all the way to the south. When he approached the "covered bridge", he was shocked to find that the covered bridge was gone.

It has been restored to the old stone arch bridge in memory.

For some reason, although the covered bridge is brand new and has a dazzling golden plaque, Chen Ping'an still likes the old bridge in front of him.

Standing at the end of the stone bridge, Chen Pingan thought of that unexplainable dream for no reason. He took a deep breath and slowly walked up the slope.

The closer he got to the center of the bridge, the more nervous Chen Ping'an became. He was already sweating profusely, and sweating even more, but nothing happened when he reached the end of the arch bridge. Go to the shop.

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On the back of Qingniu, Old Man Yang was sitting on the edge of the blue stone cliff, smoking a big mouthful of dry cigarettes.

The water pool under the old man's feet was full of ripples and sparkling waves. Under the surface of the water, there seemed to be a lot of water plants swaying. Under the big sun, there was still an indescribable gloom.

On the water, a vague old woman's face gradually emerged, but she had crow-blue hair that bloomed in the water. At this time, the old woman was like a mourning concubine, and she said in a trembling voice, "Da Xian, I really didn't dare to approach that side last night. , I tried it several times, and once it passed, it was like getting into a frying pan, it was more uncomfortable than being cut with a thousand cuts, Daxian, please forgive the little one, there is really no way."

The old man Yang said indifferently: "I didn't come here to ask for guilt, and you will be the same in the future. You only need to do what you can and don't be vague. But now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in front of you, depending on your own courage. I dare not fight.”

The old woman's faint green face swayed with the water, and she was indescribably ghostly. Hearing that the great immortal intentionally pointed out a clear path for her, she quickly put on a posture of listening intently.

The old man said slowly: "Now Xiaodongtian has slowly fallen back to the world, bordering the earth, and is in a critical period of taking root, and soon, it will be in the same spirit as the territory of the Dali Dynasty, the reason why you can only be Called Hepo, not a river god, just like in a secular dynasty, you are still just a subordinate who does not enter the rank of the pure, and you have not really obtained the official status.

He pointed to the stone arch bridge with an old cigarette stick, "The reason for this is not that your jurisdiction is small, but that your territory has been cut off in the middle. If you see that bridge, it is the incense of your future. Now that it is cut off, as long as you can go downstream from the bottom of the bridge, you will have a great future. The creek you are in will become the source of many important rivers in the future, let alone a blue silk that is no more than a few hundred miles long. It is not difficult for a lower-class river god to be named a river god by Da Li, and his hair can be thousands of miles long."

The old woman's eyes moved slightly.

The old man Yang didn't rush, and smiled: "It's actually quite comfortable to lie down in the mud, right? Why do you need someone to help you up, right?"

The old woman was timid before and didn't dare to answer, but when she heard Daxian's sneering sarcasm, she knew something was wrong, and immediately begged for mercy, and the deep pool stream suddenly surged.

The old man was indifferent, and said indifferently: "Is it to continue to be a loach that is begging for pity, or to become a river crocodile sitting on a side of the water. Also, don't forget how I told you at the beginning, this road, there is no turning back. Walking, you can only go one way to the dark, there is no good thing in the world once and for all, to put it in a bad way, everyone in the town can have a good reward, but it is not your turn."

That great immortal with vast supernatural powers, the more calm the clouds and winds are, the more the old lady He was beaten in her heart, and finally she gritted her teeth and dived into the water quickly.

After a while, the figure of the old woman disappeared, but in the stream between Qingniubei and the stone arch bridge, there seemed to be a faint green shadow, twisting and twisting downstream.

After the shadow approached the stone arch bridge, the speed slowed down, and finally it was like a turtle paddling water.

There are still more than ten feet away from the deep pool of the stone arch bridge, and the figure of the old woman Hewa suddenly accelerated.

Walk by.

unobstructed.

After the old woman rushed out dozens of feet in one breath, the underwater figure swirled. In order to celebrate the rest of her life after the disaster, she couldn't help turning around in circles.

The He Po stood and hovered in the stream, looked up at the stone arch bridge, and finally saw the old sword clearly.

It was still rusted and stained, nothing different from what she saw when she was a child, a young girl, a young woman.

But in the next moment, the old woman who just looked at Lao Jiantiao more, her eyes burst on the spot.

Wailing.

The stream rolled, and the waves burst.

After a long time, this section of the stream finally recovered, and the old woman regenerated a pair of eyes, but her breath became weak, and the voice of the great immortal sounded in her ears, "People don't pay attention to you, that is your ancestors smoking, you Don't take an inch. When you pass the stone bridge in the future, remember not to look up."

The old woman said: "I don't dare, I don't dare anymore."

Old man Yang's voice came faintly, "Just go downstream and see where you can swim. Don't be too aggressive when you pass by that blacksmith's shop. But don't worry too much, your presence can make this stream change. It is particularly "gloomy". Once the water essence is produced, it is beneficial to forging swords and tempering, so that Master Ruan will not embarrass you. If you work diligently, maybe they will give you a little chance. Although the Lizhu Cave is shattered Now, the aura is rapidly flowing and scattered, but it can probably last for another three to forty years. Master Ruan's position as a saint is very stable, which is actually a good thing for him."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and said flatteringly: "I will obey the decree of the great immortal."

On the side of Qingniu's back, someone's words are full of

Admiration, "Senior has such great supernatural powers that he was able to seal a river woman by himself. The key is that he can not disturb the way of heaven."

The old man Yang still kept his original sitting position, without turning his head, he sneered: "He Po, and the God of the River, the difference is one word, the difference between clouds and mud. A scholar like you, can't you understand?"

The visitor is the biggest reading seed of Guanhu Academy, Cui Minghuang, who should be the last foreigner to leave this place.

The handsome scholar, who is rich and handsome, said with a smile: "It's already very appalling. On a dead end road, forcibly branching out of the path, this kind of handwriting can't be admired by the younger generation."

The old man Yang asked indifferently: "Boy, do you know my identity?"

Cui Minghuang shook his head and smiled: "The mountain owner didn't tell me in advance, but I can barely guess a clue."

The old man Yang said impatiently: "Go, go, your kid is not qualified to talk to me, it's almost the same as your mountain master."

Not only did Cui Minghuang not leave, but he sat on the ground on the back of the green ox. Before he sat down, he did not forget to reach out and carefully hold the jade pendant around his waist to avoid hitting the stone cliff. He looked up at the unobstructed blue sky and said softly: "There is a sky-reaching cultivation base in Kong. In order to protect this Lizhu Cave and prevent the Heavenly Dao from infiltrating a little bit, he is unwilling to use it at all. In the end, he can only rely on two natal characters, and he will really survive to the end. Yang Old gentleman, what do you think our Mr. Qi is planning?"

The old man was just smoking a cigarette and looked gloomy.

Cui Minghuang murmured: "It would be a big loss if he wanted to 'make life for the people'. He is Qi Jingchun, the mountain owner of Shanya Academy and the proud disciple of the fourth sage of Confucianism. His life was exchanged for Five or six thousand ordinary people's afterlife, is it worth it? I don't think it's worth it, if it were me, I would definitely not be able to do it."

The old man Yang let out a breath of smoke, "You can only nag at me if you say this, or if it spreads out, you won't even want to be the master of the academy in your life. For the sake of saying a few words from your heart, Shall we chat casually?"

The scholar smiled and said, "It's good to dare, the younger generation can't ask for it."

The old man looked at the water, "But before that, I want to ask you a question."

Cui Minghuang nodded and said, "Senior just asks."

The old man said slowly, "Is it your handwriting to push Qi Jingchun step by step to a situation where he can only ask for death?"

Cui Minghuang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and finally laughed at himself: "Does the senior think of me too much?"

The old man Yang didn't turn his head, and a cloud of smoke curled up in front of the old man, "I don't have any other skills. It's okay to look at people's hearts. That's why you shouldn't come here."

Cui Minghuang explained with a smile: "Even if it is a little later, since my fourth sage of Confucianism first declined in the Confucian Temple, it was 80 years ago. I am only [-] years old now. , how do you make sense?"

The old man turned his head and said with a smile: "What do you mean, I just happened to come here to take Zhen Guoyugui, and I happened to encounter this tragedy. It belongs to the yellow mud that fell into the crotch, not shit or shit?"

Cui Minghuang looked calm and smiled: "The world is impermanent, and there are no coincidences."

The old man Yang laughed, but he didn't laugh.

Cui Minghuang didn't want to continue to waste time, and said straight to the point: "The younger generation has a special liking for the Piyun Mountain, and hopes to use it as the address of a new academy. Say hello to Senior Yang. I don't know what Senior has requirements?"

Old man Yang frowned and remained silent.

Cui Minghuang didn't seem to dare to urge the old man without authorization, so he stood up slowly and said softly: "Senior, don't worry, as long as the senior doesn't nod his head for a day, the junior's academy will not dare to break ground for a day. If one day the senior thinks this is feasible, he can let the kiln work. On the side of the Supervising Office, just send a message to Emperor Cui Ming of Guanhu Academy."

The old man Yang snorted, but he did not refuse anyone thousands of miles away.

Cui Minghuang said goodbye.

Compared with the small chess piece like the old woman Hepo, whether it can truly achieve the status of god, or Guanhu Academy is looking for an enclave on Go in the Dali Dynasty, and chose the Piyun Mountain. In fact, the old man is not interested in these. Too caring, because it doesn't matter.

The only thing the old man cared about was that when Qi Jingchun arrived at the covered bridge that night, he said something to Ruan Qiong. In the end, he sat alone on the covered bridge all night, and only got up and returned to the town after dawn. During that time, what did Qi Jingchun say and do? what?

The old man stood up with the old cigarette stick, and scolded in a low voice, "There is no one that makes you worry."

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In the school, the four Mongolian children looked at each other.

The children did not see Mr. Qi, but the old man who seemed to be sweeping the floor all year round. He put on a Confucian shirt similar to Mr. Qi's attire, a jade pendant hung from his waist, and his frosty white hair was neatly arranged. , Wearing a high crown, the old man sat in the original position of Mr. Qi and told the four children that Mr. Qi had resigned as the teacher and the master of the academy, so he would lead the study tour afterwards.

Mr. Qi had already agreed with the children about going out for a long trip, and the elders in their family also nodded and agreed.

The old man no longer saw the kindness and kindness he used to have, and asked with a majesty, "Where's Li Baoping? Why didn't you come to school?"

The ghostly Li Huai, who usually does not deal with the red cotton jacket, immediately told the secret: "On the way Li Baoping came, I heard that the old locust tree had fallen, so I had to run to join in the fun. I couldn't hold her back, she has a bad temper. Very, no matter how I persuade her, she still wants to beat people."

The other three Mengtong slandered each other, Li Huai really followed his mother, and his ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense was better than anyone else.

The old man turned his head and said to a little girl with braids, "Go and call Li Baoping back, we are leaving the town today."

The little girl snorted, stood up reluctantly, and trotted out of the school.

Li Huai is young, and his mouth is very cunning. He did not forget to add fuel to the fire, and said old-fashioned: "Old horse, Li Baoping, a naughty student, must be well controlled, otherwise it will not be a good candidate. Since Mr. Qi If you're not here, old horse, you have to take up the burden..."

The old man glared, Li Huai was so frightened that he shut up obediently, but kept scolding the old man in his heart that this old man is not a thing, and the monkey is called the king when the tiger is not on the mountain.

In the past, Li Huai was very tired of Mr. Qi's rules, but now he misses Mr. Qi.

Next to the school classroom, in the room belonging to Qi Jingchun, Cui Minghuang of Guanhu Academy sat behind the book desk and looked around. "

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After Chen Ping'an arrived at the blacksmith shop, he was a little stunned when he heard the news.

Ning Yao left the town before dawn. Ruan Xiu said that it was on the side of Hanging Mountain, Feijian was passing the book, and Miss Ning hurriedly left the shop after hearing about it.

It was only at this time that Chen Pingan knew that it turned out that Miss Ning went to Mud Bottle Alley to say goodbye to herself.

Chen Pingan, carrying a basket, stood under the eaves of the house where Ning Yao temporarily lived, and pursed his lips.

Ruan Xiu said softly, "Miss Ning asked me to tell you that she borrowed the scabbard for a while, and will return it to you later."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter."

Ruan Xiu hesitated, but Chen Ping'an realized that it was meaningless to tell Miss Ruan, and scratched his head, "Then I'll go back to Mud Bottle Alley first."

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Chen Pingan moved forward.

Ruan Xiu suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Chen Pingan, my father said that you have been working in the shop with peace of mind during this time, and you may need your help to strike iron in the future."

Chen Pingan turned his head and smiled: "Thank you."

The girl in Tsing Yi smiled sweetly.

Chen Ping'an walked alone by the stream. After walking on the stone arch bridge, he suddenly stopped, took off his basket, and sat on the edge of the stone bridge, with his feet hanging in the air, and the basket with the heavy Dragon Slaying Platform placed beside him.

A pair of straw sandals, swaying gently.

The young man was not too sentimental about Miss Ning's departure, because he knew from the beginning that she would leave.

It's just that there are some things I can't say.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Ping'an was suddenly awakened by the sound of a huge splash under the bridge, Chen Ping'an quickly turned his head, and the basket was gone!

Without any hesitation, Chen Ping'an supported his hands and let himself fall into the stream.

After entering the water, quickly change the position in the water, head down, and drill down to the bottom of the water.

When Chen Pingan widened his eyes and vaguely saw a little light, at that moment, he lost consciousness.

The next moment, Chen Ping'an found himself standing on the mirror-like water, stomping his feet gently, and was able to step on a circle of ripples, but the mirror surface did not collapse.

Chen Pingan suddenly raised his arm to cover his eyes.

There is a dazzling light in front of it, illuminating the world.

When the light faded, Chen Ping'an put down his arms and saw a person sitting in the air in the distance, with one foot bent and one foot drooping, as if sitting on the edge of a cliff with a lazy posture.

The whole person was bathed in pure white brilliance, with strands of light swaying constantly.

Chen Ping'an couldn't see the face of that person clearly.

It was very similar to the figure standing in the center of the covered bridge in the dream at the home in Mud Bottle Alley.

But Chen Ping'an wasn't sure if it was the same person.

The man raised his head, yawned, and said slowly, "That scholar named Qi Jingchun said he was disappointed in this world. What about you?"

After Chen Ping'an opened his mouth, he had difficulty breathing and gritted his teeth.

Soon he heard his own heartbeat again. If someone beat the drum, the boy's face flushed red, and he stretched out his hand to cover his heart.

The goddess beat the spring drum, telling the world that spring is coming.

If the drum does not ring, spring does not come.

The man waved his hand casually, and his sleeves swayed like a galaxy.

On the stone arch bridge, the young man with a chicken pecking at the rice woke up in a trance, turned his head to look, and put the basket beside him honestly.

The boy hugged his head and said, "Again?!"

Chen Pingan slapped himself hard, it hurt.

He hurriedly stood up, picked up the basket and ran.

Chen Ping'an ran all the way back to the mud bottle alley, opened the courtyard door, and found that near the courtyard door, a locust tree branch was lying side by side.

I thought that the girl can really run and really carry it.

Chen Ping'an put down the basket and sat at the gate of the courtyard, wiping his sweat.

A touch of red came swiftly from one end of Mud Bottle Alley.

The little girl was sweating profusely, and when she saw Chen Ping'an, she grinned.

She leaned on the ground with locust branches, panting, and fished out a handful of bright green locust leaves from the embroidered bag around her waist.

After Chen Ping'an took it, he looked down. Compared with the locust leaves that Mr. Qi took him to ask for, although these locust leaves were green, the veins of the leaves were already withered. .

Chen Pingan looked at the red padded jacket looking left and right, and stretched out his hand with a smile.

The little girl looked bewildered.

Chen Pingan did not withdraw his hand.

After insisting for a while, she took out the last leaf from the embroidery bag with an annoyed expression, and slapped it on Chen Ping'an's palm.

Chen Pingan continued to stretch out his hand.

She puffed up her cheeks, turned around and found another locust leaf from nowhere, and handed it to Chen Ping'an with a sad face.

Chen Ping'an held back his smile and closed the eight locust leaves together, but took out three of them and handed them to the little girl in the red cotton jacket, and said softly, "For you."

The little girl didn't take the locust leaf, her big, moist eyes like black grapes were full of doubts.

Chen Ping'an rubbed the little girl's head, and explained warmly: "It's different if you hide it yourself and give it to you later. Don't forget it in the future, you must do what you promise others. "

Chen Ping'an looked at the innocent and innocent face and said with a smile: "If you try hard, but you still can't do it, remember to say hello."

Although the little girl felt that what he said was quite reasonable, but she had no face, so she tried her best to wrinkle her face, and said angrily: "Why are you so similar to Mr. Qi of Xueju? Do I like you? It's gone!"

Chen Ping'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "I'll help you move Huaizhi to your house. I'm strong, and one trip is enough."

The tired little girl in the red padded jacket suddenly lit up and smiled until her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "Then I can like you more for a while!"