Fang Ci was preparing to go to Huangwu and went to the Hall of Things to get a pass and met Jing Qiaoer.
Recently, I have met each other from time to time, said hello, exchanged a few words, and then dispersed. I thought this process would still be the same today.
Fang Ci followed Jing Qiaoer and walked towards the mountain, going further and further away.
The snow has melted and the road is slippery.
I don't know what Jing Qiao'er was thinking, but she stepped directly onto a puddle of snow. Fang Ci hurriedly stepped forward to hold her, "Be careful."
"Yes." Jing Qiaoer nodded obediently, still protected by Fang Ci, when they arrived at the top of the mountain, the cold wind howled, and it was unclear whether the blush on Jing Qiaoer's face was frostbite or something else.
"Um, you." Jing Qiaoer's posture was a little awkward, and she didn't say why for a long time.
Turning around, Jing Qiaoer took a few steps towards the cliff, looked at the cloudless sky, and changed the subject, "When are you leaving?"
"Three days later."
"So fast."
"Well, I've been wasting my time for a long time, it's time to go out and take a look."
Jing Qiaoer turned around and glanced at Fang Ci, her temperament was a little different, "Will you fight for the head of the Fang family when you come back?"
Following Jing Qiaoer's example, Fang Ci also looked at the sky. The rare cloudless sky, as clean as amber, made people yearn for it.
How would he answer in the past? He had always been trained as a candidate for the head of the Fang family, but he didn't want to fight. His brothers were much better than him.
Fang Ci's eyes fell on the profile of Jing Qiaoer's face. It seemed that she and she had watched the sunrise quietly before, but then they could no longer live in peace. Why?
Because news of the brothers’ breakthroughs came one after another.
"If I could come back, I think I would."
After a while, Fang Ci's voice sounded.
Jing Qiaoer laughed, her hands no longer clutching the corners of her clothes, she tilted her head and looked at Fang Ci, "Your birth date."
"What?"
"I said, hand over your birthday and horoscope."
"Remember, I can't remember."
"Then go and ask!" Jing Qiaoer raised her hand and grabbed Fang Ci's collar, pulled Fang Ci in front of her, and said fiercely: "Auntie will definitely remember."
"I, I, I, I will ask when I get back." Fang Ci said nervously as he was too close.
Shaking her head, Jing Qiaoer slowly tightened Fang Ci's collar, "I told you to send me a message right now!"
The sun was setting on the west mountain. There was no sunset today, but Jing Qiaoer and Fang Ci stood on the cliff blowing the cold wind until the sun went down.
"Aju!"
"How about we go down and wait? Even though it's urgent, we don't know when mother will come back." Fang Ci suggested, not wanting to leave Jing Qiaoer in the cold wind.
Jing Qiaoer mercilessly gave Fang Ci a glare, "I just want to know as soon as possible!"
"What's your name?" Fang Ci stood in front of Jing Qiao'er, blocking some of the wind and frost, and asked casually, "What do you want me to do with my birth date?"
After a long time, Jing Qiaoer Nuonuo's voice slowly sounded, "No, it's nothing. I just want to write my name on the blank engagement book that I have."
My heart speeded up involuntarily, "You?"
"Don't look back!" Jing Qiaoer kept staring at Fang Ci as she spoke. Seeing that Fang Ci seemed to be turning around, she immediately shouted, "I can tell you that I have a lot of autonomy in the engagement. I can change my name at any time. You'd better Don’t make me unhappy.”
Jing Qiaoer poked Fang Ci on the back, "Also, after Auntie sends you your birthday and birth date, and I write back to the Jing family, you'd better not be as flirtatious as you are now. After I find out where the things belong, I will kill someone."
Fang Ci smiled foolishly, "The place I went to was desolate, with very few people."
"Huh, who knows!"
The reply came in one sentence each of the two of them. It came belatedly. Fang Ci took the letter and wrote the letter with his birth date.
Fang Ci turned around, startling Jing Qiaoer, and before she could stop, she stabbed Fang Ci in the chest.
"Ah! Who allowed you to turn back?"
Jing Qiaoer wanted to take back her hand, but Fang Ci grabbed it and pressed it on her rapidly beating heart. With a rare seriousness, Jing Qiaoer fell into it.
"I promise you, if I can come back from the desolation..." The letter with the birth date written on it was burned to ashes and disappeared with the setting sun.
"you······"
Fang Ci placed a light kiss on Jing Qiaoer's forehead. If she couldn't come back from the desert, it would be better not to write her name in the engagement book. I always felt that if that was the case, Jing Qiaoer's wedding banquet would be filled with some... desolate.
Jing Qiaoer touched her forehead and looked at Fang Ci's back, "Tsk, whether you like to write or not, who cares? Hahaha."
The uncontrollable laughter echoed in the mountains, making Fang Ci's steps down the mountain much more brisk.
Fang Ci took it easy and left the Ancient Immortal Sect the day before New Year's Day. In fact, it didn't matter. She was unfamiliar with festivals in this world, and it was even more different after entering the world of gods and demons.
The mortal world and the world of gods and demons are two worlds, and the sect and the mountain are even more two worlds.
The sect only has this kind of festival once a year, and time flies too fast for them.
I didn’t know who I mentioned it to before, and discussed going down the mountain to attend the New Year Festival together, but now there is no one around.
Fang Ci leaves.
I don’t know where Jiucheng Qiu was imprisoned to detoxify from drugs.
Jing Qiaoer and Yue Shan heard that their master had imprisoned them because they thought they had caused too much trouble recently.
A few days ago, I thought it was too lively, but now I feel it is too deserted.
After practicing his swordsmanship, Shui Miaomiao casually went up to the top of the mountain, sat with his knees crossed, and looked into the distance. The New Year's Day at the foot of the mountain is actually the spring when all things come back to life. On that night, people at the foot of the mountain would put out lanterns to pray to the sky.
Shui Miaomiao looked at it from a distance. Along with the distant bells, the prayer lanterns rose up in the night sky, twinkling like stars, and the night was alluring...
Shui Miaomiao's eyesight is pretty good now. From time to time, she can see the wishes written on several lanterns that are close to the sky.
'I want to see my great-grandson born. Please bless me to have a breakthrough and live longer. '
'My neighbor has reached the period of Qi circulation and no longer needs oxen to plow the fields. I also want to make a breakthrough so that I don't have to borrow oxen from next door. Please protect me. '
'Please wish that I will definitely be selected when the Ancient Immortal Sect's terraces recruit people next year. I should have been selected this year, but I don't know which kid snatched it away. I think I am extremely talented. As long as I enter the Ancient Immortal Sect, I will definitely be selected. Some people have a discerning eye. '
Each of these wishes was funnier than the last, Shui Miaomiao smiled softly.
'I know my talent, I may not be able to live my life in this life, but my hair has become luxuriant, my face has aged, I am no longer worthy of my husband, please forget it...'
Will God grant her request? Shui Miaomiao looked at the lantern flying higher and higher.
Maybe her Liang didn't care about the other person's appearance, and they became a couple because of their love, and they made a good story. A hundred years later, Liang is still graceful, but the concubine is already gray-haired and dying... Maybe her Liang moved on and fell in love with someone else. it's the best.
Shui Miaomiao was thinking wildly. No matter where he went, the word "love" was the most worrying thing.
Even though she had been born in two lives, she still didn't know how to write the word "love", so she set a rule for herself, not to talk about love or love...
"Oh, I suddenly want to put out the prayer lantern and let go of these three thousand worries." Shui Miaomiao stood up with a sigh, turned around and left.
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