She stood cheerfully outside the house, as if looking at Shu Yuyue coming, dispelling the dark night behind her. Qing Ya looked at her outside the door dreamily, and for a moment forgot to invite Hua Qing'er into the house.
"Are you planning to look at me standing here all night?"
Seeing that Qingya was safe and sound, Hua Qing'er felt relieved. But when she looked up, she saw him looking at her blankly, and Hua Qing'er couldn't help but scolded him.
"Ah, I'm sorry, sister Qing'er, I really didn't expect you to come to see me so late. It's really rude that you didn't react for a while." Qing Ya apologized and invited Hua Qing'er in. into the house.
"Come in quickly and keep your voice down. Master should have gone to sleep by now. We don't want to disturb her." As he said this, Qing Ya took Hua Qing'er to his room.
The bamboo bed was covered with white bedding, and the desk in front of the window was neatly stacked with books. Hua Qing'er was pacing in the room and said with an old-fashioned look: "The room is very clean. It seems I'm not here." You can take care of yourself by your side."
"Master said that maintaining good living habits can reduce the obstacles to spiritual practice. I don't know if it is true. Besides, I am no longer a child. Can I still do a small thing like cleaning the room?" In the meantime, Qingya brought another stool and placed it in front of the desk.
"Sister Qing'er, please sit down quickly."
"Why are you not a child anymore? In my opinion, you will always be a child, but in the blink of an eye, you have grown so tall."
Hua Qing'er walked to Qing Ya, supported the table with one hand, and gently touched his head with the other. Qingya sat on the stool, raised his head, and saw endless tenderness in Hua Qing'er's eyes.
"Hey, is this the bird egg I picked up three years ago? It hasn't hatched yet, and why has it grown so big?"
On Qingya's desk, there is a wooden box, which is cushioned with dry and soft withered grass. On top of the withered grass, there is an egg that is as big as a human head. The white and crystal clear egg shell is covered with ice blue. The pattern seems to be that of some kind of bird.
"Yes, I brought it back to Yaoguang Peak three years ago. It grew very fast at first and reached this size within two months. But since then, it has not moved at all, so I So I put it on the desk, and now three years have passed, and it’s still the same.”
"Oh, it's quite heavy."
Hua Qing'er picked up the egg from the wooden box, bumped it in her arms, slid her fingers along the pattern on the egg shell, and said to Qing Ya.
"Look, the patterns on this egg are lifelike and very delicate, and the eggshell is so white and flawless, and still shining. In my opinion, this little guy must be extraordinary. Just take good care of it, and it will definitely be in the future. I’ll give you a surprise.”
"I hope so."
Hua Qing'er stretched and casually flipped through the Book of Songs on the desk.
"Hey, here, in addition to daily practice, do you also want to read and study like a student in a school? Let me see, Spring and Autumn Period, Analects of Confucius, Rites, Music, Tao Te Ching, there are so many, you can see them ?"
Hua Qing'er casually picked up a book and flipped through it, while rolling up her sleeves, revealing a section of her wrist, and gently opened a piece of loose ink.
"Master said that reading thousands of books means traveling thousands of miles. The books can communicate with ancient sages and help improve one's personal state of mind. So she asked me to read thousands of books every day in addition to my daily practice. I have to dabble in the sacred scriptures of sages and legends. On weekdays, my master will also be there to guide me. If I encounter something I don’t understand, she will explain it to me."
"It seems that Uncle Liu has taught you well and meticulously. Three years ago, you were still a child who didn't understand anything. But now you have become an expert in cultivation and have learned a lot. You will definitely be successful in the future."
"Sister Qing'er is talented and intelligent, and she is already far ahead of me in her cultivation. I hope that Sister Qing'er can always walk with me on the road to seeking immortality in the future."
Qingya picked up his pen, dipped it in a little ink, and wrote a short poem on the title page of the Book of Songs:
The mountains are high and the rivers are long and heavy, with great ambitions towards the blue sky,
Crossing the long night with a lonely lamp and carrying a sword is not as good as two people who have been together for a hundred years.
Hua Qing'er recited it several times and said with a smile, "After three days of separation, we should look at each other with admiration. Today's Qingya is also very knowledgeable. If he goes to Beijing, he will definitely be named on the gold medal list. I didn't expect that everything has changed so much in just three years. big."
"Now that we haven't seen each other for three years, I miss Qiantang, Hua Yinglou, and my sister." After saying this, Hua Qing'er's expression darkened.
Qingya himself can say that he has lived alone since he was a child and has long been accustomed to loneliness. Hua Qing'er is just a young girl in her prime. Leaving the place where she grew up and Hua Wuwu, who is like a sister and mother, it is inevitable that she will suffer from homesickness.
"Sister Qing'er, after this competition is over, let's take a leave of absence from the two peaks and go back to Huaying Tower to see how it goes."
"Of course, Master has promised me to go down the mountain a long time ago. It would be great if I could go back with you."
"Well, I will ask Master for leave later, and she will definitely agree."
"Of course I will agree. If you make such a noise every night, let alone vacation, I will throw you out if you don't leave." Liu Bailu stood outside Qingya's room at some point, squinting. With a pair of phoenix eyes, he yawned and said softly.
"Uncle Liu, I'm sorry for disturbing your rest," Hua Qing'er apologized repeatedly. Then he turned around and said to Qingya, "Qingya, it's getting late. I should go back. See you on the main peak tomorrow." After saying that, Hua Qing'er was about to leave.
"etc."
Liu Bailu staggered to Hua Qing'er and held her wrist.
"It's so late at night, the mountain wind is howling, the dew is thick and the fog is heavy. I'm not worried about flying with your seventh-level foundation-building cultivation. I'll spend the night here tonight. I'll pass on a sword to your master." After that, , Liu Bailu staggered back to his room.
After Liu Bailu left, the two looked at each other, and for a moment neither of them knew how to speak.
"Sister Qing'er, you should go to bed early. I'll read for a while. I won't have a competition tomorrow morning, so don't worry about me." In the end, Qing Ya said with a blushing face while holding the Book of Songs.
"I, I won't have a competition tomorrow morning. I'll read a book with you here for a while. Let's be quiet and don't disturb Master Liu while he's resting." Hua Qing'er lowered her voice, her face reddened and her voice low. drizzle.
"Qing Qing Zi Jin, lingering in my heart. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not hear the sound? Qing Qing Zi Pei, lingering in my mind. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? Tiao Xi Da Xi, in the city gate. I haven't seen you for a day. , like March."
The girl's long and low voice was like ethereal music. She was holding a book and telling the young man at the table the distant stories in the Book of Songs. A wisp of mountain breeze blew into the window, causing the candlelight on the table to beat constantly, and the shadows of the two people swayed. Under the reading lamp, the moon is all over the body; the shadow is reflected in the shadow, and the red sleeves add fragrance.
