Purple Qi Donglai

The smile in his eyes stagnated abruptly, his thin joints caressed her face lightly, gently brushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a trace of bitterness slipped from the corners of his mouth.

Then he put his hands around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulders, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, felt the temperature of her neck, the fragrance gradually lingered in his nose, and a trace of bitterness slipped through the depths of his eyes, and then Melting into the pitch-black starry eyes again, he felt a little greedy for her for a moment.

"Jiu'er, if after my death, the immortal soul continues to reveal itself to the mortal world, I will definitely come to look for you in the next life." The deep and hoarse voice gradually reached her ears, and his tone revealed firmness, bringing Feeling a little sad, the hand around her waist also trembled slightly, as if parting.

"Don't be silly, if that's the case, maybe you'll forget me again." Her hand was on the back of his warm hand, her knuckles were intertwined, and a little warmth gradually came through the thin and cold skin. I couldn't help but tighten my arms around him, feeling a little uneasy and a little panicky in my heart.

Chen Qing smiled softly, and slowly lowered his hands around her waist, then Bai Jiu's knuckles passed over her soft face, and a strand of broken hair was wrapped behind her ears

"Okay, after standing for so long, the food is going to be cold. I haven't tasted your cooking skills yet. It would be a pity if I didn't take a bite of this delicacy." He smiled softly, and then took Feng With Jiu's hand, he walked to the front of the dish, held the plate in the palm of his hand, and then walked out.

He took her to the backyard, and the white plate held in his palm had already been placed on the stone table. Bai Jiu's palm was slightly rosy, and the warmth gradually came to the skin through the palm, as if there were still traces of it in the palm. residual temperature.

He placed her on the stone bench and sat down, a faint red light overflowed from her palm immediately, and it didn't dissipate until the red light transformed into two pairs of bamboo chopsticks.

The soft silver threads are interspersed among the shredded green cabbage, and a little sesame oil bursts out from the bottom of the silver thread plate, reflecting on the white plate, with a little soup.

He held the upper end of the bamboo chopsticks with his knuckles, then gently picked up a strand of shredded vegetables, put it in his mouth, the shredded vegetables fell on his tongue, and then melted between his lips and teeth, with a little salty taste, and a strong fragrance with a little refreshing taste Cool, gradually intertwined with the tongue, the taste buds that have been frozen on the tip of the tongue for a long time are gradually melted by the remaining warmth, melted in the tongue, and melted in the heart.

Feng Jiu looked at him with a strange expression, and then picked up a piece of shredded vegetable and put it in her mouth.

"Not to your liking? Could it be that my cooking skills have regressed?" She frowned slightly, with a hint of sadness gradually appearing in her eyes, and her tone revealed complaints and grievances.

"No, no, the taste is good, but no matter how delicious the food is, it's not as good as yours." The corners of his mouth curled up in complacency, and the corners of his eyes were slightly smiling.

Feng Jiu immediately rolled his eyes at him, and then scolded him.

"How did you learn to be so glib." Her pale face showed a hint of rosiness, and even the small earlobes became slightly warm and gradually turned red.

"Fox, you are tens of thousands of years old anyway, why can't you listen to tender words?" Chen Qing shook his head helplessly, then raised his eyes and chuckled softly.

Feng Jiu glared at him, her beautiful eyes were full of anger, as if she was dissatisfied with what he just said.

"Okay, don't be angry, if you get angry again, you're afraid you're going to get wrinkles." He gently put down the bamboo chopsticks, then gently twisted the agarwood beads on his wrist, and then took them off, lingering in the silk between his fingers On the silk lines, the knuckles were tightly clenched, and he didn't let go until they turned white.

He put the Buddhist beads in Feng Jiu's palm, and a little deep meaning was added to the depths of his clear eyes.

Half a sound of flat and ethereal voice just reached her ears.

"Buddha bell, bodhi, jade pendant, agarwood, remember to keep them well, they are indispensable."