"boring."
Qing Luo dropped this understatement, ignored the two of them, turned and left, leaving the two siblings looking at each other.
"Did you make others unhappy? Also, how did you know their names?" Hua Qing'er asked Xiang Qingya first.
"Just when you were having a great time playing with the ring last time, I met her on the street."
Although this answer was somewhat inconsistent with the truth, Qingya herself felt that it was a bit nonsense that she beat herself up in her dream and then told herself her name.
Qing Ya continued to tell the story of the last time the two met by chance in the night market: "When we were leaving, she asked me what the flower in my hand was. I said it was for you, and then she drove me away."
Hearing this, Hua Qing'er suddenly felt that her head was getting bigger, and she couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hands.
"People may simply want to ask what kind of flower this is, but you'd better take them for who they are. Do you think you are some kind of hot cake?"
Also, why don't you just give the flowers in your hands to others, and then buy me a bunch later? "
"But, I just wanted to give you flowers."
"you……"
The two walked back side by side. Along the way, Hua Qing'er told him about the complex psychology of the girl's family.
A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea, the ancients have never deceived me.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, in Huaying Tower, everyone moves the tables to the courtyard. Under the dark sky, the bright candlelight dances happily.
On the table, hemp duck salted duck eggs from Gaoyou are about the size of a fist. Use chopsticks to gently knock off the eggshell at the top, and then plunge it into the white and delicate egg white. With a "squeak", the red oil of the egg yolk will flow. Come out, and then use chopsticks to scoop out the egg white and yolk bit by bit and eat it, leaving a complete egg shell.
Hua Qing'er collected all the eggshells that everyone had eaten, washed them with water and put them away. When the weather got warmer, she went to the wild to catch some fireflies, put them in eggshells, and sealed them with a layer of fireflies. The gauze becomes a night light. Thinking about it this way, in ancient times there was a story about a firefly in a bag reflecting snow, but now, it might be like a firefly in a bag reflecting snow.
After pushing the cups and changing the cups, some of them took advantage of the mood to sing, like a fairy crushing the stormy clouds, holding a harp and coming to drink with others.
There are also people who dance to the songs, going away in the wind and coming back again. The sweet eyes are like waves flowing into the temples in the thousands of verses and verses, and the Hu Xuan dance of Ainur is even more like the swaying snow.
It is said that there is no beauty in the world, and beauty is beautiful. The women in front of me are graceful and graceful. Qingya seems to be in a fairyland of Yaochi, and they should be singing and dancing from the gods.
As the moon gradually moved towards the zenith, the dinner party at Huayinglou came to an end. After everyone dispersed, Qing Ya carried a food box and a bouquet of jacarandas, said hello to Hua Qing'er and went out.
Although she had rejected her invitation before, how could she be left alone during the Dragon Boat Festival? I hope she would not blame her for being abrupt.
But where should I go to find her?
Qing Ya was carrying a food box and walking aimlessly on the path around the lake. The warm summer wind blew in her face, causing the willow branches and water waves to sway. Pedestrians in twos and threes were talking and laughing. Where was she?
In this way, Qingya walked around the West Lake for an hour, but still could not find Qing Luo. At this time, all the pedestrians on the road had returned home, and there was silence everywhere.
Qingya sat on a stone bench by the lake and looked at the lake. The waning moon reflected on the lake. The breeze occasionally stirred up ripples, and then calmed down again. It seems that she really blames herself.
The smoke covered the cold water, the moon covered the sand, and on the calm lake, a small boat floated slowly over from far to near. There were dim candles lit in the cabin of the awning, and the man sitting on the bow looked like the flowers on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, a ghost blooming in the human world.
She soaked her legs in the clear lake water, and the broken skirt looked like a bright red water lily in the water, or like a koi carp, surrounding her calves.
The boat slowly sailed toward the shore. She saw the boy on the shore, and the boy also saw her on the boat.
There was no one everywhere at the moment. Qingya jumped up and slowly landed on the boat, which was still a few feet away from the lake. Because of the weight of one more person, the boat shook a few times and sank slightly.
"I promised before that I would give the girl a bouquet of flowers the next time we meet. I hope the girl won't dislike it."
Qing Ya sat cross-legged next to her and handed her the bouquet of lavender jacarandas in his hand. Qing Luo didn't say anything, just took the flower in his hand and put it on his lap. Her wrists were still tied with colorful knots, and around her waist, a sky-blue sachet was particularly eye-catching on her red dress.
Then, Qingya opened the lid of the food box, took out two bottles of wine, and filled two small wine glasses. The fragrance of a cup of Hantan is as clear as a spring, but with incomparable enthusiasm; a cup of mulberry leaves is as red as ink, and is indeed as sweet as juice.
"With this drink, I apologize to the girl for my rudeness."
Qing Ya held up the wine glass with both hands and handed it to Qing Luo. She smiled slightly, took the wine glass in his hand, and drank it all in one gulp. Her mouth felt ice cold, and her throat felt cool, and then there was a burst of energy that surged like a flame. When it comes up, one ice and one fire alternate back and forth, it is really a good wine.
"This cup is to wish the girl a healthy Dragon Boat Festival. Although I don't know where the girl comes from, I can't let the girl be alone during the festival. We will meet again in other places in the future. Qingya is still willing to invite the girl to spend the season together."
After saying that, Qingya handed over another cup.
This time, she hesitated for a moment. Qingya could only feel the loneliness around her, which seemed to be so thick that it could not be dissolved, and her whole body was submerged in it.
Every flower in the world blooms for her, every gust of wind in the world, not a single strand remains for her, and among the thousands of people in this world, not one of them is waiting for her. She seems to be floating in this world. outside.
"Why can't I be alone? Why should I spend the holidays with you? What do you mean by loneliness?"
She suddenly asked Qingya, and looking at her face, Qingya felt that the whirlpool in her eyes was getting deeper. For a moment, Qingya didn't know how to answer.
"However, since you are asking for something from me, I will accompany you." After saying that, she took the wine glass from Qingya's hand again and drank it down in one gulp.
The sweetness of the mulberry leaves washed away the stamina of the cold pool fragrance, but the sweetness of the mulberry lingering on the tip of the tongue lingered for a long time. The sweet but not greasy taste made Qingluo smack her lips.
She seemed to have misunderstood what I meant. I was obviously here to accompany her, so why did she come to accompany me? But these are irrelevant, as long as she doesn't get angry.
Qing Ya seemed to have drank a little too much today. At some point, he fell asleep quietly. A lonely boat floated slowly on the water. The young man was sleeping soundly in the cabin, and the people around him had left without knowing when.
