salted fish soaring

"Go, let's go!"

I don't know who among the six turned around and ran away first, the other five hurriedly followed.

Although He Qingqing opened her eyes and saw the young man who helped her up, she lowered her head as if being burned by the scorching sun after just one glance.

Afraid of scaring the other party, she covered her face with her sleeve and turned to look for Mi Li.

People were rushing around just now, and Mili was discarded by Liu Tianhan and kicked and trampled by the crowd. It was already broken and covered with mud and footprints.

But she hastily put it on her head, like a drowning man clutching driftwood.

"Wait." When He Qingqing heard the boy speak again, he couldn't help standing still, his whole body was cold.

The words were not addressed to her.

The six green onions brushed their heads together.At this moment, they looked at Song Qianji more like a ghost in daylight.

"What else do you want?" Liu Tianhan roared sternly.

"I want to ask you to do this kind of thing, does the dean know? Does he not care?"

The man's voice was still cold, but no longer gentle.

He Qingqing peeked up through the dirty veil, and for some reason, suddenly felt a little sour.

It's strange, I haven't cried for a long time.

"Even if the dean doesn't care, isn't Ziye Manjusri here? Does he not care about you?"

The neighbor's bastard plays Cuju and beats the wall of your house. You will not hit the child directly, and you will often ask: Where is your adult?Do your adults care?

Song Qianji looked at them in his previous life, like a group of comedians making jokes; now he looks at them, like watching a group of brats.

The six people seemed to be greatly offended, and tremblingly stretched out their fingers:

"You are bold! How dare you call the senior supervisor's name directly!"

"With your identity, you can't see the senior supervisor at all, so don't think you can threaten us!"

Song Qianji: "Okay, let's all go back."

The six people panicked and disappeared at the end of the path of flowers as if they had received an amnesty.

"Have you learned it yet?" Song Qianji turned around and asked.

"Learn, learn what?" He Qingqing's voice was like a mosquito.

She didn't know why she didn't leave, and she didn't expect that the boy was willing to talk to her.

At a loss, let alone feel ashamed.

"The next time you encounter this kind of thing, just learn from what I did just now and ask those two questions."

After Song Qianji finished speaking, he went home.

He Qingqing was left standing there in a daze.

Is he standing up for himself?

Meng Heze couldn't help walking over.

Although this is a matter of other sects and other people, and he has no knowledge of the inside story, but the young man's life is uneven, and he cannot turn a blind eye to it.

He asked, "Have you been bullied by them like this?"

He Qingqing didn't speak.

"They asked you to come, and you came? Won't you resist?"

He Qingqing took two steps back intimidated by his momentum, but remained silent.

If she doesn't come today, the situation will be even more difficult.

"I heard before that Qingya Academy has strict rules and regulations. They bully their classmates, won't you tell the teacher?"

He Qingqing shook her head.She never "complains" to the teacher or brother.

The only thing she is good at is enduring the many injustices that fate has imposed on her.

Ever since she was rescued from the Devil's Nest and sent to Qingya College, she was used to patience. This is her survival experience that she firmly believed in.

Meng Heze couldn't make a sound out of three sentences, so angrily, he threw up his sleeves and entered the door.

The setting sun gradually sank to the other side of the mountains.

The stars light up one by one.

Song Qianji carried a water bottle and took advantage of the last rays of the setting sun to water every vegetable and flower.

He can vaguely perceive the vitality of the crops, such as how much water they need and whether they have enough nutrients.

Meng Heze gesticulated sword moves with one hand under the flower stand, but he was afraid of hurting the vegetable seedlings, so he didn't dare to use the slightest aura.

"Senior Brother Song, do you think I can win the exhibition competition?"

"Winning is not important."

"What's important then?"

"It looks good." Song Qianji said, "It's enough to play well."

"How to look good?"

"The movement is smooth, the moves are precise, the wound is small and deep, and the flesh and blood cannot be cut. It should be comfortable for people to see, and you can't make any indiscriminate moves. Don't worry, your appearance has an advantage over others."

Meng Heze thought to himself, so it's not that you don't really discriminate between beauty and ugliness, it's just that you don't want to judge female cultivators by appearances.

Who doesn't love beauty among teenagers, how can I cultivate to the level of Senior Brother Song?

"Senior Brother Song, today's seeds have arrived." Zhou Xiaoyun knocked on the door and entered the courtyard, and put three storage bags on the stone table.

Song Qianji already has a lot of seeds in his hand, enough for him to reclaim a barren mountain after he goes down the mountain.The outer disciples are still diligently collecting for him.

Zhou Xiaoyun did not leave after delivering the seeds.After hesitating for a while, he finally asked, "Is that junior sister from Qingya Academy suffering from a serious illness?"

She felt that she had overreacted just now, but she didn't know how to remedy it.

Song Qianji shook his head: "There are some exercises in the evil way, which specialize in refining Gu poison with the flesh and blood of living people. Over time, the appearance of Gu people changes. Even if the Gu people can be cured to save their lives, it is still difficult to restore their face."

Zhou Xiaoyun inhaled: "Then she is very pitiful."

Meng Heze snorted coldly: "Six sages of Qingya, he's too big."

After he finished speaking, he realized that he could also blurt out "so and so head" like Senior Brother Song, and he couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

"That's what they call themselves." Song Qianji asked with a smile: "Have you ever seen a sword god calling himself a sword god when he speaks, and a book sage calling himself a book sage when he goes out?"

The two shook their heads like rattles.

Zhou Xiaoyun: "I understand! Titles need to be made famous by others. Those who seal their titles by themselves are mostly idiots!"

Song Qianji: "It's okay to remove 'Mostly'."

Great Confucian scholars gathered in Qingya Academy, and there were so many sages, no one dared to call the word "sage" arbitrarily.Only the second generation of Xiu, who was paid by the family to be sent to the courtyard to mix their seniority, is not afraid of being laughed at behind others' backs.

If it is a really important person, even if they are too busy to sleep, the senior management of Huawei Sect will not just send deacons to greet them.

"Go back, I want to see the stars." Song Qianji said.

He knew that Meng Heze was really too busy to sleep. Besides working, he had to cook and make tea for himself every day.

For the exhibition competition, he practiced day and night.But if he was asked not to cook the noodles to save some time, he would feel like he has been greatly wronged.

The two bid farewell, and the courtyard returned to cleanliness.Song Qianji slumped into the recliner and looked up at the night sky.

Except for the visit from the six green onions, his day is very complete: serious farming, serious eating, serious looking at the stars.

The evening breeze is gentle, blowing the smell of flowers, grass and soil in the garden.

Song Qianji was very satisfied.

Until he heard a cry.

The cry was mournful, like weeping like crying, and drifted into the courtyard wall along the night wind.

Song Qianji frowned slightly and moved his ears.

It was the nun at dusk.She actually came back again.

Song Qianji closed his eyes, and the crying became clearer in his ears.

He got up and opened the door.

If a bully comes to smash and make trouble, Song Qianji has ten thousand ways to make him disappear.

But He Qingqing just squatted at the door, sobbing deeply.

His three clumps of impatiens were exhausted from crying, and the petals shivered from the evening wind.

The bean seedlings are also downcast, and the leaves are sluggishly basking in the moonlight.

They also have emotions, how could they have suffered this kind of grievance?Song Qianji saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

He Qingqing was startled by the sound of the door opening, and fell backwards.

Song Qianji grabbed her: "Be careful!"

He Gu cauliflower, be careful stepping on it!

He Qingqing didn't expect him to reach out and hold her breath nervously.

The faint scent of wisteria flowers still floated into the nostrils and enveloped the whole body.

dizzy.It wasn't until Song Qianji let go of her hand that she regained consciousness and returned to the world.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The girl whispered.

She put on a new veil, which kept her face tightly covered even in the dark of night.

"Why are you crying here?"

Song Qianji asked, he meant to say that you can cry in another place.

He Qingqing was startled, but thought he was asking the reason.

No one ever asked her, and no one ever cared about her.

The strings that had been tense broke, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time completely collapsed.

The girl almost didn't care, and vented out all at once:

"My qin is gone, they smashed it. Without the qin, I can't go to the Dengwen Conference. It's all over, it's over..."

She has never confided her grievances to anyone, and she talks insanely.

Song Qianji listened for a while, and finally understood.

She regards the piano test at the Dengwen Conference as her last hope, a turning point in her life.

Now, she has no piano.

No matter how the camel struggled in the desert, the last straw of fate was still crushed.

"You can buy another one."

"Impossible. That piano was bought in exchange for all my things."

Song Qianji wanted to say that he has no money, I'll give you the money, so hurry up and buy it.

You and I met by chance, there is no grievance, no enmity, don't cry in my vegetable field, and delay my way of farming.

Touch the pocket, the pocket is cleaner than the face.

He suddenly realized that since he was reborn, he had not had to give birth, but had to eat rice, which made him feel a little embarrassed for a while.

"It's not a big problem." Song Qianji said.

When he came out again, he was holding a sword in his hand.

The color of the long sword is old, but it is a rare good sword placed outside Huawei Sect.

"You, you!" He Qingqing was shocked and trembled all over.

But he gritted his teeth and said the clearest and most complete sentence tonight:

"If you want to kill, kill it! I've had enough, who wants to live in this world! I should have died a long time ago, I would rather die at the hands of someone like you!"

Because of despair, the voice was extremely shrill.

Song Qianji: "...you wait for me here. I'll go out now."

He Qingqing was at a loss.

He took two steps, turned around and told, "Don't move around."

Seeing the other party sitting under the threshold, hugging his knees and curling up into a ball, keeping a distance from the bamboo fence, he left with satisfaction.

Isn't it just buying a piano?

How many spirit stones can a living person be stumped by?

He Qingqing sat with her knees hugged in the night wind, looking at the young man's thin and straight back.

Until the man stepped out of the path and merged with the starry night, never to be seen again.

She thought, this is not true.

It's like a dream.