When the snowflakes dispersed and the clouds cleared and the moon came, there were only two people left in the wilderness under the night.
The ground was extremely dry, with no trace of snowflakes anywhere.
Everything was like a dream, except for the round table that had been cut open and the gold coins piled all over the floor.
Nearly one-third of those gold coins were chopped into two pieces. In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, the sword came from ten feet away. The wind of the sword hit the round table and divided the golden pagoda and round table into two pieces. two.
The Star Picker, who claimed to love money as much as his life, did not take away the gold coins, neither did Qing Yanhou nor Xi Yan.
And the Princess of the Sea also left them here, and only those here can collect them.
Xingxi stood there calmly, looking like a silver sculpture in the moonlight.
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he was sitting on the ground nonchalantly, putting gold coins into his bag one by one.
There are many gold coins, so many that they can be piled up into a gold tower. The reason why they are one by one instead of handfuls is because they bring different fun.
Just like Ou Ye had fun building up golden towers one by one to kill time.
Xiao Jiu and Ge Sheng originally had the ownership of gold coins, but after the princess refused on behalf of the boy, they could only hold their pockets alone in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, count the gold coins, and be content with themselves.
He was not short of money, but the feeling of counting gold coins and stuffing them into bags was a kind of enjoyment in itself.
Under the moonlight, the prince counting money and the killer standing still are a very magical but interesting scene in itself.
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In the boundless darkness, the blue-haired girl's toes lightly brushed over the narrow and dewy grass blades, holding the boy's hand and walking in the wilderness under the starry sky, as if there had been only the two of them since the birth of this world. exist.
Because it was late autumn, there were fireflies flying in the wilderness, cicadas were chirping, wild flowers were blooming, and the moonlight was faint.
It starts with the poisonous killing in the daytime and ends with the falling snow in the dark night.
This day is the longest day in the lives of both children.
However, at this time, they finally experienced it all alive and walked hand in hand in this wilderness alive.
The girl walked silently, her delicate and cold hands trembling slightly in the boy's. The boy noticed this and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"
The girl left an outline of a smile in the darkness and did not answer, but only sped up.
The two men started running in the wilderness, with the howling wind in their ears.
While running like this, the boy touched the delicate and complicated heartstrings of the blue-haired girl at his fingertips, and that real and warm emotion spread from his fingertips to the bottom of his heart.
"You're happy, aren't you!" The running boy said in a positive tone.
The girl nodded her head heavily in the air, as if you were smart.
But the boy couldn't see the sincere and pure smile on the girl's face that was as transparent and warm as the morning light.
At that time, they would not have thought that they would run in this ancient land in this manner for so long, throughout their lives.
Encounter, these two words themselves have an indescribable beauty.
But all this has nothing to do with boys and girls at this time.
They're just running.
The girl is running with the boy.
In the only time in life when you can ignore your gender identity, run hand in hand in the wilderness under the stars.
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When it is most dangerous, please come back to this villa.
The mother said this to Xiaojiu.
But for various reasons, the most dangerous situation came, but Xiaojiu couldn't come over.
However, at this time, the little girl with blue hair was hidden in the shadow of the building, silently looking at the panting boy.
She walked all the way and finally reached the end.
Then came the separation. So she was a bit silent.
After looking at each other in silence for a long time, the boy finally spoke.
"We've known each other for so long, and you only told me to call you Xiaojiu."
"Although I know you are the Ninth Princess, I also know that your surname is Ye."
"But I don't know your name yet."
This time the girl was not silent. A very crisp and clear note came out from her bare lips that had never been opened before. It was like a drop of pearl falling to the ground, making the sound of jade ringing from a spring.
"green."
This girl has only spoken twice since they met.
The first time was to say thank you in front of the igloo, and the second time was to say his name.
After finishing speaking, Ye Qing seemed to have noticed something and raised his finger to write in the void.
"See you tomorrow, sweet dreams."
When the last stroke of the word "good dream" was drawn, Ge Sheng heard the clear sound of "stilts" behind him.
When I turned around, I found that it was Uncle Wu who was working at home. He was dressed in white linen clothes and holding a big red lantern in his hand. However, the wound was still wrapped with a white bandage, but it seemed that it was no longer hindering his walking. I was so surprised to see Ge Sheng: " Young Master, you are back, Madam is wise, and as expected the Young Master will come back on his own."
While Ge Sheng responded, he peeked at the corner where the girl was standing just now, only to see empty darkness, and even the words written on the ground disappeared.
Uncle Wu sniffed the slightly humid air in the backyard and wondered: "There are obviously no flowers blooming, why is it so fragrant?"
Ge Sheng's heart suddenly jumped, and he held Uncle Wu's sleeve with his hand: "Uncle Wu, take me to see my mother. She must be dying of anxiety."
"Okay." Uncle Wu replied slowly walking towards the inner hall.
Outside the backyard wall, the blue-haired girl stood quietly in the night, her eyes fixed on the hand held by the young man, she shook her head and smiled, then turned and floated down the mountain.
In the inner hall of Fengmian Villa, An Ning was waiting there.
It was late, but she still didn't sleep.
The green-haired girl looked so beautiful, but so beautiful that she looked haggard and tired.
"Do you blame me?" An Ning suddenly asked Ge Sheng as she watched Uncle Wu ushering Ge Sheng in, closing the door and leaving.
This mother is usually so gentle and charming, but now she has a sharp taste, so sharp that Ge Sheng is a little unfamiliar.
Ge Sheng slowly shook his head.
The danger tonight was simply beyond Ge Sheng's imagination, but he guessed something from other people's words, so he remained silent and understood.
"I once thought I could change the world, until I realized that I couldn't even protect one person."
"So I named you Ge Sheng. I just hope you can live a happy and healthy life."
"So the things I teach you are all things that can help you live happily."
An Ning taught Ge Sheng the Encyclopedia of Mathematics, enough to explore the world on his own.
An Ning taught Ge Sheng housework and cooking skills, which was enough to take care of her own life.
In An Ning's vision, Ge Sheng could live on his own, whether working as a bookkeeper or a chef.
He can take care of his life, materially and spiritually.
As long as this happens, you will have no regrets in your life.
An Ning created this isolated island for Ge Sheng, an isolated island separated from the world.
Even Qingyi could only retreat after learning the lady's true identity.
But she couldn't stop Ge Sheng from going out and getting in touch with his own life.
"But it is said that every boy will grow up one day." An Ning said with a smile, looking at his son: "The baby has grown up."
"I'm not happy, but I'm very happy." An Ning said slowly, leaning down and gently rubbing Ge Zhu's hair: "Hi, Ge Sheng, do you know? If you want to get something, you must first learn to give up. The more you give up, the more you get.”
The mother gently called his name.
"If you are willing to give up, in exchange, I will tell you how to gain power."
Ge Zhu looked at his mother who seemed to have not changed much, but An Ning's tone at this time was inexplicably sentimental and serious.
"What are you giving up?" Ge Sheng asked tentatively.
An Ning smiled softly: "You will never know what you gave up until you get it."
"Are you willing? Ge Sheng."
She still didn't use the warm term "sheng".
