After thinking for a moment, Su Ye replied: "If you want to give someone something to ward off evil spirits, why not give him a piece of jade?"
Sheng Xuanyuan thinks it makes sense.
"I remember you have a jade pendant. Hey, you're still wearing it now!" Su Ye said, casting his eyes on the pendant on his waist. After hearing this, Sheng Xuanyuan picked it up and rubbed it gently with his fingers: This is indeed a good piece of jade, flawless and of excellent color.
"I have worn this jade pendant for many years. Isn't it appropriate to give it away?"
What's more, this pattern style is not suitable for girls.
Su Ye waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I know the best jade craftsman in Yichuan. I will take you to him when you are free."
Sheng Xuanyuan nodded: "Thank you."
Su Ye made a fist with one hand and put it in front of him: "Good buddy?"
Sheng Xuanyuan understood and punched him: "Good buddy."
*
It was already midnight when Qiong Yi returned to the dormitory of the school with Qinggong all the way from Shoutai. When she got to the house, she was exhausted and fell asleep on the bed. She slept until dawn, and the rooster crow at the beginning of the morning did not wake anyone up. It was not until more than half an hour after she usually woke up that she opened her eyes in confusion.
Qiong also yawned: he seemed to have forgotten something.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, she used a wooden comb to apply a layer of gardenia ointment. She braided her hair slowly and slowly before she remembered this matter.
...Did I let Sheng Hao's dove go?
Qiong also thought belatedly: I told him yesterday that I would go there early today!
After hastily braiding her hair, Qiong Yi hurriedly put on her Xiange sword, packed her books, opened the door and ran straight to Nanshan. "There are only three-quarters of an hour left before morning class. He won't still be waiting for me, right?" Qiong Yi ran quickly, her braids flapping on her back, her skirts rising above her knees, her forehead filled with anxiety. , has been covered with a thin layer of sweat.
How could I forget it?
Qiong also hoped that Sheng Xuanyuan would not wait for her there. If he was still waiting there, she would feel guilty.
But when they arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, Qiong Yi saw him at a glance.
Sheng Xuanyuan sat on a stone with his back to her. His dark blue robe was embroidered with flying cloud patterns. The black waistband was tightly tied. The silver belt hooked in the dim morning light shimmered slightly. He sat very He is upright, with his arms bent on his legs, as if he is holding something.
"Sheng Hao."
After hearing Qiong Yi's call, Sheng Xuanyuan turned around, raising his brows slightly with a somewhat surprised expression. The moment he saw her, his originally calm black eyes flashed with light. He held the pastries, stood up and walked towards Qiong Yi. There was no big expression on his face, but she could easily see the joy hidden in it: "Lu Xiyan, you are here."
He looked at her, not knowing what to say, so he handed over the cake in his hand: "I promised you yesterday, Gantang cake."
Qiong Yi's heart seemed to be tugged. She looked at Sheng Xuanyuan's dark eyes that showed no dissatisfaction at all because of her late arrival. When he handed the cake to her, the corner of her lips curled up slightly. Sip, this sincere look actually makes people feel gentle and loving.
"Sorry. I'm late." Qiong Yi lowered his head to take the cake, his chest rising and falling slightly because he ran too fast on the road, "I came so late, why are you still waiting for me?"
Sheng Xuanyuan felt that waiting for her while practicing his sword was not considered waiting, and he was already used to sitting there alone and silently. He answered simply: "You said you would come, and I will always wait for you. Unless it is close to morning classes and I have to go back to school, I will always stay here."
Hearing this, Qiong Yi's guilt rose like a tide. She felt that she had not kept her promise and had failed Sheng Xuanyuan.
"I'm sorry." Qiong Yi raised her hand to pull his arm, but retracted, "I made you wait for so long."
He said: "Not long ago." Then he pointed to the stone he was sitting on before and said: "Sit down and have a taste of the cake."
Qiong Yi took two steps towards the stone and was about to sit down when Sheng Xuanyuan suddenly said: "Wait a minute." She didn't know what Sheng Xuanyuan was going to do, but she saw him take out a piece of silk from his arms and bend down to wipe it. The flat stone then gestured to her: "You can sit down again."
Qiong Yi stared at him blankly, her heart beating wildly, and she sat on the stone.
She felt that Sheng Xuanyuan was alternately stupid and clever, and his brain was in a daze when he spoke, but the things he did made people think he was very good.
Qiong Yi said this in a hurry: "...Sheng Hao, I don't hate you."
After hearing this, Sheng Xuanyuan's heart froze. He half-cast his eyes, which were dark and intense. All his thoughts were just the beginning before her completely irrelevant words.
He replied: "I don't hate you either."
After hearing this reply, Qiong Yi smiled softly. She opened the oil paper wrapping the Gantang cake, spread it on her knees, picked up a piece of orange-pink flower-shaped pastry with her thin pointed fingers, and presented it to the cake. Sheng Xuanyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on her side, handed it to her: "You eat first."
When Sheng Xuanyuan saw her handing the Gantang cake to her mouth, she was startled for a moment, then raised her hand to take it: "Yes." He took the pastry and did not eat it directly, but watched Qiong Yi pick up another piece of pastry. , put it into her mouth, and at that moment, Sheng Xuanyuan's eyes lit up when he saw her.
"Yeah - delicious!" Qiong Yi couldn't help but grinned. Her crescent-like eyes were sparkling, her eyelashes were upturned, and her two little tiger teeth were vaguely stained with some powdered sugar. Her words were a little slurred in her mouth, as if she had fallen on them. The beads on the jade plate have been coated with sugar in advance.
For some reason, Sheng Xuanyuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly when he looked at her and smiled.
When Lu Xiyan smiles, he is like the sun on Baifen Mountain, making people feel warm and afraid to look at him for a long time.
If only I could keep it forever.
Sheng Xuanyuan thought as he bit the pastry into his mouth. The sweet pear taste melted in his mouth and lingered in his throat for a long time. He remembered that he didn't think Qiong Yi was good-looking at first, he just thought it was a very plain face, nothing special.
When thinking this way, Sheng Xuanyuan turned to look at her sitting next to him. She had an oval face, big eyes, light eyebrows, a perky nose, slightly full lips, and beautiful and harmonious facial features. Although she could not be said to be very beautiful, she could Can't fault anything.
Her smiling face was like a white magnolia flower, which made him fascinated for a moment.
How could someone's eyes be this color?
Sheng Xuanyuan had never seen this kind of purple in her eyes, like the twilight night in early summer or the shadow of snow in winter.
"Qiong Yi." He called suddenly.
Qiong also stopped while eating Gantang cake.
"...can I call you that?"
Qiong Yi stared at him blankly. Apart from Zhu Yunluo, there is no one else in the world who calls her "Qiong Yi".
"...No." She tightened her grip on the wax paper on her knees: "No."
After being silent for a long time, he added: "This is a very important name to me. I can't..." Before he could finish his words, his eyes met Sheng Xuanyuan's deep eyes, and Qiong Yi said no as if mute. Something came out.
"In short, no." She said.
Sheng Xuanyuan only said: "Okay, I understand."
*
Qiong also felt that Sheng Xuanyuan seemed to be in trouble because of this incident.
"Maybe he will think to himself, 'What, it's just a name, why are you so stingy about not letting me call you?'" Qiong Yi was lying on the bed in the dormitory, making hand shadows on the wall by candlelight. He said to himself, "No, no, no! Not even if it's my savior!"
"If an ordinary classmate is asked to call me that..." Qiong Yiguang thought it was inappropriate: "That's all, let him call me Lu Xiyan."
"If he really wanted to be more affectionate, would he call me Xi Yan?"
"No! That's even weirder!"
Qiong Yi thought about it and thought that Sheng Xuanyuan probably couldn't forget the strange name "Lu Qiong Yi", so he wanted to call himself that.
The fact is, Qiong Yi really guessed it right.
Sheng Xuanyuan felt that the name "Lu Qiongyi" sounded much better than "Lu Xiyan". If the surname Lu was not added, just the word "Qiongyi" would be more comfortable and relaxed to pronounce.
It's a pity that Qiong also didn't want him to be called that.
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't understand the reason, but he still felt lost.
"So, Sheng Xuanyuan, do you really have thoughts about her?" In another dormitory, Su Ye held the baby sword in his arms and went through another day of cleaning and care.
Sheng Xuanyuan leaned on the table with his head propped up: "She said she doesn't hate me."
When Su Ye heard this, he shouted that you are a useless boy and said: "You have only met a few girls. I know your family is in a hurry as you age, but it's still too early for you to stop contacting more people." Yet?"
Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his head and said nothing. After a while, when the tail came to pull at his trouser legs, he said, "I don't know."
"In my opinion, Lu Xiyan is a very good girl. She writes well, has foresight, and has a straightforward temper. She also exudes a high level of cultivation and looks good." Su Ye wiped it with silk satin. Sword, "To be honest, I'm quite satisfied with this."
Sheng Xuanyuan raised his head and stared at him with a rather resentful look.
"What are you looking at me for?" Su Ye snorted, "When I first met her, I provoked her and she ignored me. Later I found out..." He said and looked at Sheng Xuanyuan again: "Don't you think Are she and I the same person?"
Sheng Xuanyuan said: "I don't think so."
Su Ye snorted again: "I no longer think about women, I focus on my sword!"
Sheng Xuan blocked him with resentment: "You'd better tell the truth."
"Bang!" Su Ye put down the silk in his hand: "You are inexperienced and don't expect me to flatter you. If you block my words here, be careful that I won't help you later."
Sheng Xuanyuan was speechless: "...I'll treat you to a drink."
Su Ye agreed: "Yes!" He held his chin and thought: "If I can give you something, don't treat her as prey to set up traps and tricks, just be true to yourself."
Qiong also felt that Sheng Xuanyuan was a simple idiot, but Su Ye knew him well. At the age of five, this man could make a big circle and deceive her. At the age of seven, he could make a whole street, but he made himself the scapegoat. When he grows up, he feels peaceful, but will the little fox grow up to become a big white rabbit? Obviously impossible.
"What's the use of your suggestion?" Sheng Xuanyuan felt that Su Ye said it but didn't say it: "I told you, I can easily make her angry."
"But you also said that she is easy to coax. Doesn't this mean that they cancel each other out?" Su Ye spread his hands: "What you should use best is your face."
Sheng Xuanyuan shook his head: "I'm not good at it."
Su Ye scolded: "There's something wrong with your damn eyes!"
Sheng Xuanyuan ignored him and picked up the tail at his feet. The tail was caught off guard and howled wildly. He said, "Tail, you can go practice sword practice with me tomorrow."
Could Su Ye not know Sheng Xuanyuan's little thoughts? Do you want the tail to be a sparring partner, or to help him keep people around? He sighed: "These days, puppies have to get up early. Tails, you have a miserable life!"
