"Where have you been! I'm about to turn Fangshi upside down! If you want to go there, tell me and let's go together!"
When Shui Miaomiao saw Jiuchengqiu, she originally planned to punch him, but in the end she just slapped Jiuchengqiu on the arm, which was not painful or itchy.
How long has it been since he disappeared? Why is his face so ugly and his whole person becomes even more gloomy?
"You" forget it and did not continue to ask. Shui Miaomiao turned his head and scanned the dishes on the table, "Sit down and have something to eat."
"I want to go back to the inn."
Shui Miaomiao didn't pull the Nine-fold Revenge and let go. Her tone didn't seem to be discussing with herself.
"Can't you just relax for a day or two?" Shui Miaomiao took a step back and looked at the Nine Chou. He was determined to go back to practice.
Everyone has his or her own ambitions, and if Jiuqianqiu doesn't want to, it won't be effective if she forces him to distract himself like this.
"Then just pack some food and go back." Shui Miaomiao went to pull Jiuchengqiu again, but Jiuchongqiu avoided his hand, "Who is that?"
"You mean little brother!" Shui Miaomiao looked at Mu Cang and said with a smile, "My savior."
Jiuchengqiu stared at Mu Cang. He didn't look like a good person with his curtained appearance, but Shui Miaomiao seemed to be very happy with him.
With three tables of food, Jiuchengqiu was a little unhappy, but why?
Because of that dream, because of An Juelao, because he still couldn't build the foundation, because there were so many things to do, but was he wasting his time here?
"I go first."
"Hey, wait a minute." Shui Miaomiao grabbed Jiucheng Qiu, who turned around, "Pack some things and let's go back to the inn together."
"You go back too!"
"You want to go back?"
After looking at the two of them respectively, Shui Miaomiao nodded and took out the food box from Shui Yingyin, "I want to make sure you go back to the inn. It's better to go back to the inn to practice than to run around and find no one. Do you want to eat the lion head?" ?”
"Eat." Jiuzhongqiu replied cheerfully.
Seeing Shui Miaomiao packing up the food box, Jiuchengqiu was about to reach out and take it when he heard Shui Miaomiao say, "Brother, are you okay? Let's go together. I have to go back to the inn to change my clothes. I'm all covered in sweet soup."
"I have nothing to do. I can go shopping with Miaomiao until the evening." Mu Cang was about to refuse. Now that the ninth level of revenge is back, Mr. An Jue didn't know what kind of monster he was going to do, but when he saw the ninth level of revenge stretched out Hands, the words of rejection are automatically changed as soon as they come to your mouth.
"Really!" Shui Miaomiao smiled even more happily. She didn't know what the two of them came to the world to do. Jiuchengqiu definitely didn't want to visit some night shops. Yueshan, it seemed unlikely, I thought I was going to travel alone tonight.
Jiuchongqiu and Shui Miaomiao were walking side by side, with Mu Cang lagging slightly behind.
"Why don't you carry the knife on your back?"
"The belt is broken." Jiuzhongqiu said in panic without looking away.
In the conversation with An Jue Lao, although his righteous words were wavered in the end, and yesterday's dream, Jiuchengqiu was a little confused for a while, whether he should listen to his mother or his father... Only when he holds the knife does he feel safe.
"Broken?" Mentioning the belt, Shui Miaomiao remembered the empty belt placed in Shui Yingyin. She changed the food box to a portable one. Shui Miaomiao took out the empty belt from Shui Yingyin and handed it to Jiuchongqiu. , said to himself, "I just bought a hand strap, and I will find you a longer and stronger strap to tie the knife later."
"You're looking for" a wristband that you've been looking for all morning. Are you trying to give it to me?
Jiuchengqiu took over the interception belt, but before he finished speaking, Shui Miaomiao was attracted by Mu Cang.
"Miaomiao, let me carry the food box."
"No, no, no." Turning around and waving her hands to Mu Cang, Shui Miaomiao raised the food box in front of Jiuchongqiu, "Hold it."
Jiuchengqiu grabbed the interception belt and did not react for a moment.
"It's all for you to eat, be conscious." Shui Miaomiao pushed the food box into Jiuchongqiu's arms.
Then he stopped and waited for Mu Cang, walking side by side with Mu Cang, "Brother, have you finished eating just now? I saw a place selling roasted suckling pig yesterday, uh" The little brother seemed to have changed to a vegetarian diet, "Roasted suckling pig" Next to the suckling pig, you can buy roasted ginkgo nuts.”
Even with the curtain behind him, Mu Cang's laughter could still be heard, "You can buy whatever you want to eat." Anyway, An Jue Lao gave him a lot of spiritual stones...
Not to mention the night view, the deserted dusk is already very beautiful. The sunset glow burns like a flame, covering half of the sky. The nearby air seems to be particularly clear, like glass.
Shui Miaomiao stood there, raising her head and looking at the sky dreamily, and unconsciously scratching the little finger of her left hand with her right hand. Mu Cang walked out of the shop carrying a few bottles of wine and shouted, "Miaomiao."
Shui Miaomiao looked back leisurely.
"But were you in a hurry just now?" Mu Cang gently dipped his sleeves into the thin sweat on Shui Miaomiao's forehead.
This action was a bit intimate. Mu Cang's breathing hit Shui Miaomiao's forehead, which seemed to make it even hotter.
Shui Miaomiao was in a trance, and her little brother's movements were particularly pious and skillful.
He was as skilled as a person, a dumb person, and taught him step by step what to do when a girl sweats.
"Handkerchief? What kind of handkerchief do you want? You are my fiancé. Just use your sleeve to get intimate. Come and help me wipe the sweat off my forehead. This is not wiping the table! Please use it with something dipped in it and don't wipe it!"
The itching on her little finger became more and more severe, and Shui Miaomiao lowered her head.
Mu Cang's hands were in the air. He was reckless, but he was used to it.
After pinching her little finger to stop the itch, Shui Miaomiao raised her head and Mu Cang had just put his hand down.
After laughing twice, Shui Miaomiao boldly wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I don't know what's going on today, but I feel like the spiritual energy around me is restless."
Most people should not be able to feel the spiritual energy in the uninhabited city, but Miaomiao's immortality is prosperous. Mu Cang didn't think much about it and nodded to dismiss the topic.
The bell sounded leisurely in the hazy night.
I don't know where Mu Cang found this high-rise building with an excellent view. The moon was bright in the sky and the stars were so bright that it seemed like he could touch the stars with just one hand.
Shui Miaomiao leaned against the sill, looked up at the moon, and took a sip of wine from the bottle from time to time, "How does that poem say, the luminous cup of grape wine, I want to drink from the pipa?"
"You want to drink wine? Unfortunately, what I sell is green plum wine." Mu Cang said with a little annoyance.
Shui Miaomiao just took a sip of wine and almost burst out laughing, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to recite a poem that fits the occasion. Unfortunately, my cultural level is not high enough. Do you think I should recite "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" for this scene? "
Shui Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and raised the wine in her hand, "Ask, when will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for the wine..."
Mu Cang stood behind Shui Miaomiao. He could not understand what the poem was about. He only felt that Miaomiao's voice was pleasant and more intoxicating than wine.
By the way, is Miaomiao drunk? No, Miaomiao has a better drinking capacity than me. The first time I drank, I was forced to drink it by Shui Miaomiao.
Mu Cang smelled the wine in the bottle. The wine smell was not strong, it was just fruit wine. .
Fruit wine is fruit wine, but this is an unparalleled fruit wine with a strong fruity flavor and strong staying power.
After reciting a poem, Shui Miaomiao's cheeks were dyed crimson, and she stared at Mu Cang with her big watery eyes.
Mu Cang was not sure if Shui Miaomiao was drunk. After all, he always seemed to get drunk first in the past. Today, Miaomiao didn't pour herself any wine, so she didn't even take a few sips. However, Miaomiao seemed to have already drank half the bottle.
"Miaomiao?" Mu Cang stepped forward, pulled Shui Miaomiao away from the balcony, stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Shui Miaomiao. Usually when he was drunk, Miaomiao liked to tease her like this.
Before she could say what time it was, Shui Miaomiao grabbed her finger, "Don't wander around. I'm not drunk. I can't even get a bottle now. I think back then."
Shui Miaomiao patted Mu Cang's chest and said, "I drank from one banquet to another. I finally worked hard, but what's the result?" Shui Miaomiao pulled Mu Cang's two fingers and twisted them. Circle, "I don't like drinking. Those wines are too bad. It would be nice to have a few bottles of this!"
Are you sure you're not drunk?
His fingers were sore from being pinched by Shui Miaomiao, but Mu Cang under the curtain was still smiling, still being pulled around by Shui Miaomiao.
"Little brother?" Shui Miaomiao suddenly stopped, tilted his head and looked at Mu Cang, "It's late at night, can you still see the road with a curtain?"
"I, I" Although there was a curtain between them, Mu Cang still subconsciously avoided Shui Miaomiao's gaze, "I have a wound on my face, so I can't go through the wind."
This reason sounded perfunctory, Shui Miaomiao rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"Don't worry, we have a long way to go."
Shui Miaomiao let go of Mu Cang's hand and the wine bottle in the other hand, and held up Mu Cang's face through the curtain, "My little brother, I also engraved your look in my heart, otherwise how could it be possible?" I can find my little brother at a glance! Even if I don’t know what my little brother really looks like, I will be able to recognize him at a glance in the future.”
After rubbing Mu Cang's face a few times, Shui Miaomiao took the wine from Mu Cang's hand with a silly smile and shook it, "There's still so much. It seems that little brother doesn't like drinking, so I'll drink it for you."
"But" before Mu Cang had time to stop him, Shui Miaomiao was already holding the wine in her arms, walked leisurely to the balcony, propped her head up, and started to drink.
Mu Cang slowly retracted his hand, lifted a corner of the curtain, and stared at Shui Miaomiao intently.
Miaomiao has changed a lot, and it is possible that she has not changed. After all, I have never seen Shui Miaomiao drunk. I only know that although Miaomiao's language was outrageous in the past, she had never been involved in it.
She rubbed her face. Why was she rubbing her face? Is it Mu Cang or little brother...
It seems that he has turned a corner. Neither Mu Cang nor his little brother will be able to fulfill Shui Miaomiao's wish in this life. It is good to see it like this.
But it cannot be denied that he will always hope that Shui Miaomiao will remember Mu Cang, but why should Shui Miaomiao remember Mu Cang? Why should she remember the person who made her cry so heartbreakingly?
Mu Cang shook his head with a self-deprecating smile and lowered the curtain.
When the evening breeze blew, Shui Miaomiao woke up a little, or maybe even more confused.
She took out the jade pendant around her neck. Drinking alone was no fun, but teasing Mu Cang was fun. When he was drunk, she could rub his face, watch him frown, mumble, and resist, and then wait until he sobered up and did nothing. Remember······
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