Deadwood blooms

Shouting: "Old, old, old, old! Take it easy!"

"What are you slowing down! Mao Mao! Don't grab it, it's so tight!"

The inexplicable broken sound made Xu Changqing, who was driving Jianyan steadily, slow down the speed of the sword, and cast a look - it's nothing serious, except that Mao Mao is really not used to Yujian flying.And standing behind him was a man and a ghost, each with fists in their hands, and glanced disdainfully at Sedum, who was trembling with a sword, and Mao Mao, who was trembling, Huaying looked at his master curiously; Looking at the other side worriedly, if it wasn't for Mao Mao's one-two, Tang Xue saw that she would not fight Stinky Tofu with a sword, she really wanted to jump over immediately, or at least let Hong Kui help her brother.

Hongkui: ... Should I be glad that I don't have to come out to clean up the mess?

Lan Kui: How come.It's just that my brother doesn't have the strength to hold the sword for so long, right?

Hongkui: Tsk tsk tsk, he's much more capable, so why worry? It's the (stinky) Taoist priest in white clothes in front of you.

Lan Kui: Also...

Because of the sudden situation of Mao Mao and Jing Tian, ​​Xu Changqing called them to stop on the way.

There is still some distance from their next stop here, but it is still a small village. When they came down, some children ran over in surprise and shouted "Mom! It's a fairy!" For this, Xu Changqing sincerely said Answering that he was just a Shushan Taoist priest, the woman who came with him smiled shyly, and said, aren't flying gods immortals?If there is a back and forth, the answer does not know when, Jingtian muttered in his heart that white tofu, a powerful Taoist priest, turned out to be incapable of communicating, so he grabbed Xu Changqing's shoulder and asked the village woman with a smile.

"Madam, may I ask where this is? How far is it from the nearest town?"

"This is the Li Family Village, and there is a town a few miles away. Are the immortals going to live in the town?"

The woman restrained her hyperactive child, and answered quite detailedly, which made Sedum touch her non-existent beard and let out an "oh".

"No, is there any inn in the village for people to live in? Or a restaurant or a tea stand."

It's just a place to rest for a while, and there's nothing to be particular about white tofu, not to mention that they are all people who have endured hardships along the way except for Miss Tang. At this time, seeing that Tang Xue didn't say a word, she should have acquiesced to them make up your mind.

After that, Sedum turned her head to the side, and a few mischievous strands of hair danced on that smiling face, which made people feel upset.

Bai Doufu coughed, and without waiting for the woman to answer, he asked Jing Tian: "How is it? Have a cup of tea before leaving?"

"Okay! White Doufu, I'm tired right now, and I'll be alive again after a short rest. When I get to my destination, you can let me go."

Xu Changqing stared at him for a moment, then turned his head and shook his head, and went to listen to the woman.

Sedum squatted down boringly, about the same height as the child, and asked him: "Little child, how old are you?"

The child blinked his bright and round eyes, and counted his fingers seriously, causing Sedum to cover his mouth to avoid laughing.

"Five years old!"

Five fingers stretched out.

Jing Tian also counted his fingers in a decent manner, stood up pretending to be surprised, and said loudly to Bai Doufu who already knew the situation in the village: "White Tofu, look!"

With two hands, he flipped one hand down again, revealing that smiling face, he deliberately approached Bai Doufu and asked.

"You know? White tofu, this year I—"

"sixteen."

"Ah, ah, how did you figure it out?"

When Jing Tian said this, Mao Mao behind was also bending his fingers to count his age, and he heard him say—"One, two, three, five..."

Tang Xuejian covered her face helplessly.

The children also looked up at them in surprise, and Xu Changqing sighed.

He replied: "I knew your age a long time ago, so no amount of tricks can match—"

"Oh~ White Tofu, you are so cunning!"

Sedum suddenly grabbed his shoulder again, pressed her slightly taller body over, and said happily.

"It turns out that you have thought about it before."

Xu Changqing: ...I'm not, I don't have one, forget it, if you like it, it doesn't matter.

So, this matter ended satisfactorily, and the only thing that was not satisfactory was—"Boss! Boss! Why can't I tell you how old I am!"

"Maomao! For this thing, the abacus is enough, just drink tea, shut up!"

"Oh, I shut up, boss."

The aggrieved Mao Mao scanned the crowd, only Solanum nigrum nodded to him sympathetically, although he didn't know what it meant, it seemed to be comforting, and he felt better.

At this time, they came to a tea stall at the entrance of the village. It was very simple, just a few square tables under a stretched tarpaulin, four long benches beside it, and a shiny teapot and heel on the table. A few small cups, if you look closely, the lid of the teapot is still missing!Jing Tian didn't mind at all after pouring a large cup of tea at the tea house, lined up five cups, and filled the tea carefully one by one without overflowing.

Tang Xuejian looked at the teacup with complicated emotions. The jacaranda beside her turned and turned, and landed in front of her, and she grabbed it.

"Miss Ben is not thirsty."

"Then I'll have two drinks."

As soon as the words fell, Sedum used the Feiyun Tanlong hand that he had just learned not long ago to grab two teacups and crossed them, but they fell into his mouth without leaking, what a great stunt!

"Okay, okay!" The tea owner next to him applauded, making his rough face turn red.

Xu Changqing scattered the remaining teacups very steadily.Solanum nigrum thanked in a low voice, and Mao Mao held the tea gratefully, but the aftershock just now was still there, causing half of the water in the tea cup to fall on the ground before he drank it, so he drank the cup with a wry smile .

"Maomao, you can't do this!"

While drinking tea, Jing Tian raised this serious question.

Mao Mao also replied very solemnly: "Boss, I, I have never been to heaven in the first half of my life! But you are so good, boss, and you have become so proficient in just a few times."

Sedum, very modestly concealed the fact that she was thrown off the sword by a bird for the first time when she flew with the sword.

On one side, Solanum nigrum looked down at the water in the teacup and bent its mouth quietly.

He leaned his elbows against the table, and continued to say very seriously: "Well, Mao Mao, wait a while, you can go up the tree and stay for a while."

"Huh? Boss, this..."

Before Mao Mao finished speaking, Sedum replied him very naturally.

"Don't worry, Mao Mao. The boss will definitely find you a big tree that can take care of you!"

Mao Mao: ... Hey, so I can't simply climb a tree?

Mao Mao honestly swallowed the second half of his "does this really work?", intending to trust the boss. After all, he secretly glanced at Xu Changqing who was sitting quietly next to him, and Taoist Xu also trusted the boss very much.

As everyone knows, Xu Changqing's heart has already shifted to other places. For example, if someone is too close to him, those smart eyes and cheerful face seem to be right in front of him, and he can touch it with his hand.

Xu Changqing: ...recite the mantra of purifying the heart again...

Tang Xuejian, who had seen through everything, rubbed the soft face of her Five Poisonous Beast helplessly, and the other party was very happy that her master's attention was on her, so happy that the strands of hair on her head curled up.

Suddenly, not far away, there was a loud sound of gongs and drums.The tea master stood on tiptoe and looked over until his wife slapped him awake.

"Go do your business, you old man! Don't be too young, you're an old man!"

"Tea house!"

Just in time, Sedum asked what it was with great interest. It seemed that he had never seen it in Yuzhou City—maybe he couldn’t remember clearly, so the tea house ran over in a panic amidst his wife’s roar, and wiped it. After wiping off his sweat, he lowered his head and asked timidly, "Is it adding tea? Guest officer."

"No, I'm asking what are you doing over there?"

"Over there—" Cha Jia looked back carefully at his mother-in-law, who was working there, and replied in a low voice without looking over, "It's a rural drama, where four or five people make a bunch of singing and dancing. To tell you the truth (lower once more), those horns are really pretty."

"Corner?"

Sedum turned her head and saw that the curtain over there had been drawn, and it seemed that the show was about to begin.

"Guest officer, are you interested in going to see it? After all, I'm probably going to play that Jianjia today, and the singing is—"

"...Yes, white tofu——Maomao, sister, Miss Tang, let's go and have a look together!"

As he said that, Jing Tian slapped the table and got up, and drank the pot of tea in one gulp, which made Tang Xuejian twitch the corners of her mouth, but Mao Mao was very calm, and actively responded to her boss' call as always.

"Okay! Boss!"

Although he is also very interested.

And Xu Changqing seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and frowned. Looking, a shadow of a man in purple happened to slip by, and he seemed to have known him before. When he came back to his senses, he didn't object.

Tang Xuejian snorted, and said to Jing Tian very dissatisfied: "Just go, what are you doing by patting the table."

"This is the horn of departure!"

Smiling and talking, he patted again quickly, the table shook unbearably, making the tea shop's distressed mouth wrinkle, he quickly stopped the table and said.

"Oh! Guest officer, don't touch the villain's table!"

"Look, look, stinky tofu was caused by you." Tang Xuejian also struck while the iron was hot, with an indescribable sarcasm in her tone, but she stood up automatically, and let go of the hand holding the jacaranda.

So, Jing Tian rolled his eyes, grabbed Bai Doufu's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Bai Tofu, why don't you pay more?"

"Okay, but don't be so close next time."

Although they had already established a relationship, this made a certain person who was distracted even more, and deliberately turned his head to hide the suppressed flame that flashed in his eyes.

"Oh~~~" Sedum licked her lips, her perfect lips were shining with luster, "White Tofu, you really should make up more."

Just like that, he touched Baidoufu's head, then jumped away and ran away, but the "poor" Baidoufu had to pay for the tea, which is really lamentable.

Solanum nigrum on one side silently mourned for her brother in her heart for a moment.

At this moment, the miscellaneous drama has not yet started, and the good show is already in the cage, waiting for the moment to be released.

"Clang clang!"

The author has something to say: Walking on the edge of gradual collapse, it is really fun to see the pictures together!Crack Cough Cough Cough...

☆. Zaju ([-])

She babbled and sang, but today, several people were wet with tears.

When he got to the stage, Jingcai found that the square stage was only the width of six or seven people, and the red curtain surrounded it with dozens of villagers, some with gray hair, some young and strong, and some with curly hair. Children, all stood or sat waiting for the start of this good show.

They arrived at just the right time, and this drama was about to be staged.

According to this rule, the opening scene is a "flashy part", which has nothing to do with the main drama, and is purely to enliven the atmosphere. Therefore, Jing Tian watched it with great interest, and at the end, she clapped her hands excitedly.

This passage is about a scene of catching traitors, with funny moves and ridiculous special masks - I heard the old woman next to me say that I have never seen such a mask in a drama, but as a Yuzhou People, Sedum knows a thing or two, but looking at it this way is different from that, and I can't figure it out for a while-it doesn't matter too much, watching a play is the best, and the rest is just accidental fun.

Suddenly, the main drama began.

First of all, a woman with a sad face appeared on the stage, wearing a long black dress, holding a bag in her arms, which seemed to be made into a baby, and then a piece of cloth was raised in the center of the stage to block the In front of that woman, the stage was divided into two, and then a pretty woman came out from behind the red curtain, wearing a purple dress, with a little beauty spot on her white painted face, she was extremely gorgeous, and her makeup Zhisheng, she doesn't look like a human but like a female ghost.

As soon as the woman in purple came out, she stood on one side of the cloth, and the woman in black on the other side sang, and the melody of the song sounded from behind the stage was sad.

"...The old days are sad, the groom..."

Jing Tian stared at it for a while, and felt that although the style was fresh, what he liked most was joyful comedies, not such sad ones, and he probably lost interest.

He turned around, intending to chat with Bai Doufu for a while, talk, talk about feelings, but this time he saw Bai Doufu frowning, looking at this scene with fascination.

What attracted white tofu?Jing Tian thought suspiciously, and then looked around at the other companions.

Solanum nigrum grabbed the hem of her clothes and watched intently, her bright eyes seemed to be sizing up the actors on the stage; while Tang Xuejian was sitting in the only seat she had snatched, her hand holding the jacaranda was a little dizzy Sleepy, it seems that he doesn't like such sad dramas; at the end is Mao Mao, he watched intently, but as the boss who knows him very well, Sedum is quite sure that Mao Mao must be distracted at this time, and is very worried. Probably thinking about delicious chicken butts.

This show is too boring.

However, Jing Tian also knows that there are so many people gathered here, so this play has its own——

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water..."

The gentle female voice in the long Yuequ slowly recited this ancient poem, as if it was whispering in the lover's ear, as if it was full of love, as if—he had heard it there before, and it seemed familiar.

Xu Changqing wondered in a daze, who was reciting softly to whom on the bank of the pampas grass, gently telling her this song.

But in his life, this scene has never happened before, maybe... Suddenly, his eyes became sharper, as sharp as a drawn sword, waiting to drink blood at any time.

It's a good show.

He smiled softly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his lover with his back to the big tree, thinking in distress, maybe he was thinking about the meaning of what he said on the stage, maybe he was grimacing because of this sad song.

This is a play for him.

He then understood, and remained calm, just continuing to watch this scene.

A burst of tearing erhu sounds embellished the pause in the middle, and a person suddenly walked slowly from the side, dressed in white, his face without much makeup was pure white, like the morning sky, white clouds Fluttering, warm as light and unbelievably impressive.

Sedum took a closer look, and it seemed that she was the same person as the purple-clothed woman just now, he thought firmly, then turned his head and glanced at the white tofu standing beside him for no reason.

He watched the drama very seriously, and inadvertently frowned again, relaxed, frowned, was he thinking about something?

Is there anything strange about this?Except that the male character is dressed in white, which is completely different from the whiteness of Baidoufu. His whiteness is a kind of... a whiteness that does not know the world, while Baidoufu is the pure whiteness of the heart. Yes, Sedum is so sure with.

he thought to himself.

A person who suddenly abandons all of himself to pursue the woman he loves and meets in the crowd by chance is never a white bean curd.

He knows that love is only a part of Baidoufu's soul, and there are more things in life, deeper and heavier than love.

Thinking about it this way, it really is true—Sedum blinked, discarded all the rest of her thoughts, and concentrated on watching the drama again.

that mask...

Xu Changqing stared at the mask, suddenly there was a strange impulse coming from his soul, but he quickly suppressed it forcibly.

This was the first time he had seen that mask.

The golden mask, the exquisite carvings, and -- the strange heart palpitations.

He frowned again.

……

"Jianjia is pale and white dew is frost..."

The female voice was chanting the same content again, and the purple-clothed girl with braids smiled shyly on the stage, her eyes were so pure under heavy makeup, but she suddenly boldly rushed forward and kissed the face of the man in white-clothed women's clothes.

"Three years, see you later."

Make an agreement, make an agreement like this, and then wait, the girl is still a girl, the man in white is still in white, it's just that the world is changing.

This relationship has become unbearable.

Whether... Xu Changqing turned his head and glanced at Sedum secretly, watching him cover his mouth nervously, and suddenly, he turned his head.

"White tofu?"

"..."

It was a little embarrassing, Xu Changqing thought of this sentence, and then directly stared at the other party, which didn't look like him at all.

Perhaps, when he fell in love with Sedum, Xu Changqing was no longer Xu Changqing.

He belongs to Sedum, Xu Changqing.

In the scorching sun, babbling dramas were still being sung on the stage. Xue Jian and the other girls wept their faces for that sad relationship, but there were two people quietly under the tree full of dense leaves. Quietly kissed together.

Like the faint sunlight brushing his hair, at the beginning of this kiss, it was just a superficial touch on the lips of a young man who was opposite him after a certain "kind" Taoist pressed his chin, but soon Sedum was not very convinced, and pulled back the white tofu who had quickly pulled away.

"Bai Doufu, you are too stingy, even if it is Mao Mao, you have to marry eighty or ninety wives, how can you just kiss—"

Xu Changqing sighed, leaned over to block the light from the leaves, blocked the sight of others, and kissed deeply.

There seems to be a sad song, but here is the spring, even if it blocks the branch of red apricot, it can't break the floating lantern.

It's like a lantern festival in another world, just a light glance, and you can't pass by again.

Solanum nigrum looked back by chance, under the tree, her brother was getting very close to Daoist Xu, so close that the distance disappeared, and a leaf came from nowhere to cover their intersecting lips, what a joy.

So, she turned her head with some regret, and continued to listen to the drama, and the plot was just less than halfway through.

Seeing that Tang Xue had already tied her head on the jacaranda, she burst into tears.

"My God! Why doesn't God let this pair of lovers be together?"

A new song sounded along with it, so joyful and full of temptation, just like the dancing beautiful girl.

The makeup of the girl in purple has changed to the original appearance of the main drama, with loose long hair and a beautiful lavender dress, but her smile is the same as before.

It is as bright as before, but it is more profound, like a bird in a cage, and like a deer alone.

The man in white appeared again, with slightly different makeup, but he seemed to be the same person.

"A hundred years ago, I met you for the first time, and a hundred years later, I will meet you for the first time."

The woman in purple gently dropped the mask and threw it on the ground, while the man in white who was reading a book picked it up and stepped forward to stop the woman.

"Smelly Taoist priest, why are you staring at me so intently? Do you think I'm pretty?" The woman said vaguely, her mouth was as skillful as deduction a thousand times, just right and not rude.

"It's not a poor way, don't look at evil."

He lowered his head as if he had guessed what was on his mind.

But Xu Changqing in the audience raised his head slowly, and the sound of the mask falling rang in his ears for some reason, with a "boom".

At that moment, certain pictures flashed continuously in his mind, but when he thought about it carefully, they were completely wrong with his life, and there was a blank space in that colorful place.

Suddenly, there was a kind of itchy feeling on the face, like the tactile sensation of something slowly passing by, and the scattered thoughts were brought back bit by bit.His dark pupils contracted for a moment, and the next second he regained consciousness, he saw a piece of grass on the hand of the person in front of him, rubbing himself again and again.

Here, someone who found that the white tofu had returned to his senses rolled his eyes arrogantly, inexplicably, there was a flourishing sun in his eyes, which was so gorgeous that his breath trembled suddenly, and then someone smiled and withdrew his hand.

But he was suddenly grabbed again, grabbing the hand that was about to move; the same wide palm covered the wrist, and for some reason, it looked extremely slender, like the slightly drunk and blushing teenager under him that night, The temperature of skin blending is so nostalgic.

The confiscated "instrument of crime" was peacefully placed in his palm, a piece of green grass, which should have just been secretly torn from the nearby bushes.

Xu Changqing smiled helplessly, turned his eyes from the grass and back to Sedum, and the other party seemed to be whistling indifferently, his lips were still rosy, but the hand on the side that was close to the hem of the clothes was very Honestly betrayed him, he was still the same old temperament - changed a little, but not too much.

he...

"Bai Tofu, what were you thinking just now?"

The sudden question, and the pleasant tune that suddenly sounded, were broken and scattered in the spots of light.

For some reason, he saw a strange girl kissing a man who looked like him in this piece of light, and the curvature of the corner of her mouth seemed familiar.

Then, he shook his head a little deliriously, not knowing what he was negating, or what he was driving out of his mind.

Suddenly, a fire ignited.

The author has something to say: Well, this should be regarded as candy... By the way, the content of this drama was adapted from Xu Changqing's previous two lives, of course it can't be exactly the same, and it's impossible for Zixuan to let someone play her lover... …

As I wrote and wrote, I thought... thought... It was impossible for Qing and Jing to act like that in the public hahaha.

By the way...why have I changed my style of writing again...

☆, Zaju (End)

At the end of the song, the people of Iraq are scattered, and the people of Iraq are sad, and the sun is blue and the sky is old.

"Are you really willing to return to vulgarity and marry me?"

The woman in purple smiled happily in the red, her vermilion lips opened and closed, she had settled down for another life, and in a blink of an eye, she changed her dowry attire and knelt down to heaven and earth with this Taoist priest who had returned to vulgarity.

I heard that monks eat meat and drink wine, and they also have to add a piece of wine and meat to pass through their intestines. The Buddha said in his heart, but what about Taoists?The young Taoist priest who has been famous in this city for a long time - what kind of bewitching did he get to be bewitched by her, shed his white body, and willingly fell into the lust of the world.

It is your six sense organs that are impure, your desires are overwhelming, and it is the suffering sent by the heavens to test this love for this reincarnated good person.

In any case, gossip spreads inadvertently, and gossip about someone—not to mention a famous person—increased their interest, at first as a mere rustle, and finally, finally, in the When the wife in a bed suddenly uttered an unfamiliar call to his face, everything was drowned out.

"Who are you looking at?"

"Who am I looking at?"

Is this the same problem?Or is there a different answer?

The voice of the pipa behind the stage gradually became sad, as if mourning for the quarrel between the two people who loved each other on the stage, unnecessary questions, necessary answers, and then tore and cut off the involved red thread.

The man in white didn't understand, and he didn't get the woman's explanation, but after the woman left angrily, he opened the cabinet in a daze in the dim dusk, and took out the golden mask that the woman left behind; he looked sadly, On those mysterious lines are secret emotions, hidden in time, and the ground is full of red.

Babbling, the pretendingly deep female voice sang the thoughts of the man in white.

How can you leave without saying a word?How can you not trust my loyalty?It's because love comes too fast, and if you buy a hairpin on the side of the road, you just get a compliment, and all you can get is a moment of togetherness.

The man in white held the mask tightly in his hands. He inadvertently wondered whether it was related to that strange name, but after the woman left it ruthlessly, a burst of sadness surged in his heart.

then.Interval tunes sounded behind the scenes, like surging waves.

"... Where did you come from, sir? Ask you when you will return, ask you what you expect. I saw you in the past, the two people under the lantern curtain, the masks are in pairs, the light and shadow are in a line, the moon and the old are connected, and they circle many times to trap whose hand , without breaking the line, but not continuing the leading edge, but looking back..."

After a verse, it was the female voice who chanted Jian Jia again, and somehow it made people feel like weeping.

Tang Xuejian was one of the people who cried with tears all over her face. She complained to Huaying in a low voice about the man's ruthlessness, and she was obviously alone.

Obviously a person.

Xu Changqing's heart jumped, and he suddenly thought of this sentence.

At this moment, Jing Tian was still waiting for his answer—what was he thinking just now?

"White Tofu?" Sedum pinched it like a sneak attack. The Flying Dragon Exploring Cloud Hand that he learned not long ago was really good at using it, but Bai Tofu was better at it. Before the enemy reached the battlefield, he circled around and attacked the enemy. Let the enemy's formation disperse, although they still look good, but they always land softly on the ground, more like caressing.

And what is he thinking now?

After Sedum was hit by the cunning white tofu backhand, she was dizzy from laughing, and fell directly on his body, grabbing his shoulders, laughing non-stop.

It's like being tapped on the laugh point, but Xu Changqing knew very well that he just wiped the other person's back just now, so he couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.

"Sedum." He planned to talk about the question just now, but the beginning was quickly interrupted by Sedum casually.

"It's not important, white tofu, are you thinking about what I asked just now? Think about it this way, do you have to ask the customer who buys the bean curd whether they like salted bean curd or sweet bean curd? Although I don't like both. , but you can eat both, it’s not bad to try once in a while! If you can’t say it honestly, change the time and place!”

He crossed his hands on the back of his head, and only outlined the warm sunshine on the corner of his mouth, but it was very convincing.

"What you said is, Changqing understands."

Xu Changqing said this, his eyes turned to the drama that was still going on not far away, hiding the uneasiness in his heart that never stopped after he arrived; he had a smile like a spring breeze, but when he looked closely, he followed God is no different.

He should have looked at his lover seriously, but he stared at the golden mask in the palm of the man in white as if in a daze.

Like the long time ago, the waves came mixed with the sad sugar of love and the sweet moisture. What falls is the tide, but what is left behind is the moisture that hits the face, extending from the eyes into the body along the narrow gap. in the hidden soul.

It is a feeling from the soul.

Xu Changqing sighed in his heart, his attention was firmly focused on the golden mask.

The lines on the golden mask caught most of his attention so unbelievably, a small part was still on Sedum.

He waited for the following, maybe it was the next scene of the drama, maybe it was the answer from Sedum—angry, cold?

But Sedum just rolled his eyes, turned sideways, moved his position to the tree branch next to him, and then raised his head to look around.

Bai Doufu's mind-wandering doesn't seem so strange. It can be traced back to when he was looking for something with Bai Doufu in Yuzhou, his attention was more on the things around him than on his own eloquence. .

It seems that Bai Doufu is always busy, busy catching the murderer of the poisonous person, busy catching the fox demon, and now he is also busy looking for the water spirit beads with them and taking the contents of this box to the heaven.

Even just now, during the period of rest, he was thinking about something (in fact, he was dreaming).

So, is this drama meant to be?If yes, what does that mean?What does the white dress have to do with his white tofu?Also, the corners of Jingtian's mouth twitched as he looked at Tang Xuejian who was sitting on a chair under the stage covering her face and weeping softly—this eighth woman is really too sentimental!Why hasn't Yunting come over to take her back?

As if sensing his gaze, Tang Xue saw that her eyes were red and swollen, she turned her head and stared at her with a vicious look.

And Tang Xuejian is more like this on weekdays. If she is gentle enough to make people feel like a lady, Jing Tian will think that some monsters and monsters have possessed the body of this unruly and willful young lady, trying to get close to—— Don't think about it, he is white tofu - no, no, he already has white tofu.

Jing Tian rubbed his chin, and then shifted his gaze to Solanum nigrum; his sister was concentrating on watching the drama, sitting on a long bench from standing just now, and at the other end of the bench was a kind-hearted old man Son, smiling and stroking his short beard, his vicissitudes face seems extremely wise; this old man should be a good person, but his sister is also very good, so the eighth woman is really amazing in speed.

The Forgotten Jacaranda: ... the master is the best!The owner must have a good location!This is the master who helped Tang Xuejian find the only place to sit.

Then, Jing Tian looked at Mao Mao again, he—had already started yawning, sitting on the ground with his butt down, lowering his head, little by little, as if he fell asleep because he couldn't stand the boredom, and he did. With Mao Mao's temperament, he actively tastes the most delicious chicken butt in the world, and then he is a little confused about other things. Mao Mao can't understand such esoteric dramas that even his boss can't understand. Naturally, he is also bored. want to sleep.

So, he looked back at Baidoufu again, seeing him staring intently at the woman in purple on the stage exaggerating her love in the red curtain, and Jing Tian followed his gaze and saw that the woman in purple on the stage was holding her. The golden mask in hand is not looking at the woman in purple.

Golden mask?I didn't expect white tofu to like gold!

Of course he also knew that he was thinking nonsense, but after thinking about it, he was unwilling to admit that Bai Tofu had any familiar feeling about it.

Has anyone ever said that at the lantern party of the Lantern Festival, the person who makes people take off the mask to see his face clearly, even if he is not the lover of the whole life, is also the first line of marriage.

So, is it that during the Lantern Festival party, Bai Doufu wore that mask, walked on the street full of lanterns and crowded people, collided with someone, and then at a glance, it was 1 years.

"It's weird..."

"What's the matter, Sedum?"

This is the most embarrassing moment, but the most embarrassing one is in the back.

Sedum stared at Bai Tofu's eyes as clear as jade very seriously, pursed her mouth, and jumped out word by word.

"White tofu, I think I'm jealous."

"So who are you jealous of?"

Although Xu Changqing was surprised by this answer, his answer seemed certain.

Whether he was talking about something or asking something, in fact, he didn't know much about it.

Just like this drama, he didn't quite understand why it appeared in front of him, what was it for?If it was a monster, he would have noticed it a long time ago, but the cultivation level of the people inside is far above him, and their aura is different, more similar to human beings.

Jing Tian scratched his head, it seemed that some images flashed in his mind just now and then disappeared quickly, but this time he said whatever he wanted, he still saw something.

The woman in purple with melancholy eyebrows stood in front of him, caught the sword of the neurotic man—that is, the man who called himself Mo Zunlou, and fell down.

And... Between Bai Tofu and her...

"I don't know, how would I know that I would still be jealous of someone I've never met or know?" He said in distress, even so, his tone was still so mischievous, yet so sweet.

Xu Changqing nodded with a smile in his eyes, and just said that.

"Maybe we've met before."

Where have you seen.

The author has something to say: a difficult chapter, written very slowly...

The next chapter is going to skip progress...

☆、Xu Changqing is missing

Let the east wind and the son return, hold your head up and don't regret it.

Damn white tofu!Hell white tofu!no reason