"On that day, there was a feast for guests in the city lord's mansion. The lights were on, and the sang and flutes were singing and dancing, but when I saw a woman in a red dress stepping on the moon, she danced with a song, and the four were amazed."
The storyteller on the stage slapped the gavel hard, and his voice rose: "This is the first meeting between the city owner and his wife. Later, according to the city owner, he has often had the same dream since he was a boy. Dream. The goddess of the interior stepped on the moon, her red clothes were like fire, and her figure gradually disappeared when the clouds were steaming, and she disappeared in a hurry-and the city owner has been looking for for many years, and she will finally see her on that day."
Most of the audience in the audience were Xianmen disciples who came to participate in the Ten Method Conference. They were very interested in this love story of a flash marriage where the status of men and women differed greatly. After listening, someone shouted: "But I heard that when he married a new wife, It hasn't been a year since the last city master's wife passed away!"
This is simply a smashing scene, but many people followed him and responded: "Yes! How can this be worthy of the previous lady's spirit in the sky?"
"This, this—"
The storyteller was obviously a little flustered, and hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief: "You little priests don't know something, the city lord and the last lady are not only the famous family marriage in the city, but also the famous emotional discord. When they appear together on weekdays, although they can be called 'respectful to each other', they can easily see that there is no friendship between them, and they are very cold."
His mouth was dry, and he drank a cup and a half of herbal tea. Seeing that there were many monks in the audience showing curiosity, he continued to say: "The last city owner's wife was named Song Xianning, she was a child The young lady who grew up in the boudoir has always had a bad body and seldom even goes out of the house."
The people in the city are all about the fateful love story between Luo Yuanming and Luan Niang, and there is very little mention of this Miss Song. Many people heard her name for the first time, so they subconsciously closed their mouths and pricked up their ears to continue listening.
"But what about the city owner? A cultivator who has been abroad for many years, if he hadn't had to inherit the position of city owner, he might have been traveling around the world until now. These two have completely different experiences, interests and personalities. Disaster."
The storyteller shook his head and sighed: "Actually, she was also a good girl, but unfortunately, the weather was not as good as one's expectations, and she suddenly became seriously ill, so she just left... Alas, good fortune sucks people."
"I have another question!"
The younger disciples have been cultivating hard in the sect for so many years, and they have finally come into contact with some intense and exciting gossip. All of them are enthusiastic and loudly said: "I have heard a rumor that the missing girls in Luancheng are very interesting. Maybe it has something to do with Luan Niang - I wonder how Mr.
There was an uproar downstairs.
This question is quite sensitive, but Mr. Storyteller got it right, he didn't care about anything else for a while, and said in a low voice: "Actually, this statement has already been passed on to the city owner and the lady, and the lady deliberately asked people to prove her innocence. I searched the bedroom and belongings thoroughly, but found nothing."
Ning Ning sat in the corner and listened quietly, looking at the white paper full of words on the table, her heart was numb.
Since Pei Ji noticed that Senior Sister Zheng was missing, they turned the night's images back and forth. People come and go in the depths of Hundred Flowers, but Zheng Weiqi has never been seen.
The eyes of the Luan Bird Statue in the City Lord's Mansion are swirling, and as long as you grasp it properly, you can easily avoid supervision. She disappeared without warning, and the only feasible explanation is that she was kidnapped by people with ulterior motives.
He Zhizhou's first reaction was to immediately find the city owner and Luan Niang, and confront the latter.
However, this gentleman was right. When the rumors spread in the city, Luan Niang just said that she was not afraid of shadows. She even asked people to search the study room she used to go to, but in the end she found nothing.
The city owner was very partial to his wife, and after that, he trusted Luanniang more and more, and ordered others not to talk about her and associate her with the disappearance.
That is to say, now that Zheng Weiqi has disappeared, even if they and their party report this to the city lord, let's not say whether he will believe the unsubstantiated words of the little disciple of Xianmen, even if they really promise to let them search Luan Niang, I am afraid they will Without any suspicious clues, she will startle the snake and make her more prepared.
They have too little information to act rashly.
"Not only Senior Sister Zheng, but Senior Brother is gone too."
Ning Ning dragged her face with her hand and put a question mark next to the word "Meng Jue" on the paper.
According to Lin Xun, the senior brother fell into the restaurant after being drunk, but when the three went to Tianxiang Pavilion, they learned that he also jumped out of the window last night and disappeared.
"According to common sense, it should be difficult for cultivators to get drunk. It's even more outrageous as you were drunk last night."
Ning Ning pondered for a moment, and said sternly in the sound of the gavel: "Especially Shizun, he has the highest cultivation level, but he has been drunk the longest and most powerfully, and has not recovered until this time; There is no accident, and he should still be drunk - will the wine be specially added to the medicine for monks, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the impact?"
"And Jiuzhou Spring Return is what Luan Niang specially asked us to drink!"
He Zhizhou's teeth tickled with hatred: "There's definitely something wrong with that wine. What is Luanniang doing on purpose?"
"The method of offering sacrifices emphasizes the mutual generation and exchange of yin and yang."
Pei Ji said in a low voice: "If you can find a monk with profound spiritual power, the benefits from this exchange will be greater. Senior Sister Zheng's cultivation level is naturally impossible to find."
He Zhizhou was shocked when he heard the words, and then looked at Ning Ning, and he was already sweating unknowingly.
If it wasn't for Pei Ji getting drunk last night, and Ning Ning just sent him back to the inn to rest, instead of drinking Jiuzhou Spring Return... Maybe it's not only Zheng Weiqi who is missing, but also her.
"But if it's true that Luan Niang is playing tricks behind the scenes, such an undisguised method would be too blatant."
Ning Ning also felt scared after a while, and thanked Pei Ji, who couldn't drink thousands of times, in her heart: "It's another drug in the wine, and then just kidnapped Senior Sister Zheng, doesn't it make it clear that you want to tell us,' Everything is done by me, you have the ability to check it'."
He Zhizhou snorted: "Maybe she prefers this one? It looks so pitiful, but in fact, seeing that we are overwhelmed and helpless, I have already laughed in my heart. What's more, she has the support of the city owner, no matter how she acts. It's hard to find Luan Niang."
As he spoke, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow passing by, followed by a male voice that seemed familiar: "You little priests, are you discussing the disappearance of a girl in the city?"
However, when he raised his head, he saw an unremarkable, unfamiliar face.
Ning Ning recognized the owner of the voice and lowered the volume a lot: "City Lord?"
"it's me."
Luo Yuanming nodded lightly with a smile: "I often go out of the house to visit people's feelings - do you mind if I sit here?"
He Zhizhou couldn't hide the words in his heart, and he looked at Ning Ning and said tentatively, "City Lord, we drank Jiuzhou Chungui last night and lost consciousness, and the big sister disappeared for no reason and has not come back until now."
Luo Yuanming's smile instantly subsided, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: "Friend Zheng Dao?"
He Zhizhou nodded fiercely and told him everything that happened last night and today. Luo Yuanming frowned more and more tightly as he listened, and finally said helplessly: "So, the little Taoist priests all suspect that this is what happened to my wife—but From last night until today, she has been inseparable with me, and now she went to the study to read, and she was also accompanied by a maid."
Ning Ning thought for a while.
"Luanniang was not born from a high background, and many people have prejudice against her. I am her husband, and I know the lady's character best. Although she is a dancer, she has a strong temperament and lofty aspirations, and she will definitely not commit a crime of rape. Things."
Although his volume was low, his eyes revealed fiery determination and awe-inspiring color, and he clenched his fists during the conversation, and said solemnly: "You don't need to worry, Luo Mou will definitely try his best to find out this matter, and bring peace to Luancheng. ."
This city owner is famous for being honest, honest, and diligent. It is said that in order to find out the real murderer, he did not sleep for three days and three nights in front of the image recorded by the Luan Bird Statue—
Although nothing was found in the end.
According to the established rules, such people are no different from the police in domestic movies. They don't know anything about the incident. When they arrive at the scene, the incident has been solved by the protagonist.
Ning Ning had a headache, and asked him with little hope left: "City Lord, what conclusions have been drawn by the Criminal Division after all night's searches?"
"We have considered many motives, and the most likely one is the use of human sacrifices."
Luo Yuanming said: "Most of the missing women are 16 or 17 years old, which is the best age for sacrifices. The person who kidnapped them should be a monk, and the purpose is unknown - the law of evil is unpredictable, among which the There are countless ways for strangers to lead, and soul refining, soul capture, body capture, and even the cauldron used to harvest and supplement are all possibilities.”
Well, it's almost as if I didn't say it.
"Besides that, I have a secret here. It is said that the city lord is gifted and an outstanding cultivator, but since he was born, his knowledge of the sea has been damaged and his spiritual power is weak. Zhacheng found an unexpected opportunity."
The storyteller on the stage did not know that the city lord himself was here, and he was still talking. Ning Ning glanced at Luo Yuanming, got a gentle smile from the other side, and motioned her to continue listening.
"In the desert, there are nine dead, but there are endless treasures of heaven and earth. At midnight, I can see that the sky is like snow and the moon is like a hook. Under the looming crescent moon, where the water is sparkling, there is a red lotus. bloom-"
There was another jingle sound: "That's actually a rare spiritual plant that is rarely seen in a hundred years, Lonely Moon Lotus!"
Someone in the audience asked curiously, "What is the connection between this lotus and the sea of consciousness?"
"A cultivator whose consciousness is damaged is tantamount to the end of his immortal journey. Ordinary people are all immortals and cannot be saved. However, if a few rare medicinal materials are used to make medicinal pills, it will have the effect of changing their lives against the sky and reshaping their roots."
Ning Ning's heart thumped.
It was indeed said in the original book that the reason why Wen Hemian was able to restore his cultivation was because the other elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect tried their best to find medicinal materials, but what those spiritual plants were, they did not mention a word.
The most unfortunate thing is that since it will take many years to gather all the medicinal materials, when Wen Hemian recovers, he is already full of old illnesses and unhappy all day long.
The two of them are pen pals who still maintain correspondence. If she can do her best to find it carefully, maybe it will make Elder Wen recover earlier, and she won't have to suffer so much.
Thinking of this, Ning Ning raised his eyes and looked at Luo Yuanming hurriedly. The latter noticed the sight and raised his eyebrows in a low voice: "Miss Ningning, but are you interested in this matter?"
Ning Ning was not cautious when facing him, and nodded in response: "I know someone who also knows that the sea was destroyed... I have been looking for a way to recover."
"People you know?"
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Could it be Elder Jiang Xing?"
Ning Ning nodded.
Pei Ji, who has always been quiet, moved her fingertips when she heard the words, raised her eyelids and glanced at her very quickly, before she stopped talking.
"To restore the sea of consciousness, a total of five medicinal materials are needed. The elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect are also trying their best to find them for him, and now there are only two flavors that have not been found."
Luo Yuanming said: "One is Lonely Moon Lotus, and the other is Lingshu Immortal Grass."
Ning Ning wrote down the two herbs in her heart and nodded lightly.
"Lonely Moon Lotus is the most difficult to find. It may be born on cliffs, volcanic snow tops, or it may be just a red lotus by the pond of ordinary people. It depends on fate, but it is impossible to find."
Seeing the serious face of the little girl in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a low laugh from his chest: "As for the Spirit Pivot Immortal Grass... There are rumors that there just happens to be a plant in the secret realm of your next trial."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Ning couldn't help but breathe abruptly: "The next trial?"
"There are two rounds of the ten method meeting. The second round used to be one-on-one battles for the disciples. This year, it has been changed to a more dangerous method."
Luo Yuanming said: "You will enter the secret realm—"
Before he could finish speaking, he frowned suddenly, bowed his body and let out a light cough that was suppressed so much. When the right hand covering his lips was removed, although he deliberately covered it, Ning Ning still saw a touch of blood.
"Recently, my body has been ill, and I often do so, and I don't know what's going on."
Luo Yuanming wiped off the blood on his hands and smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's just a minor illness, maybe it's been hard work recently, and it won't take long to recover."
This sentence was worthy of landing. Before Ning Ning could continue to ask about the second round of trials, he heard the storyteller on the stage laugh out loud, breaking the previous awe-inspiring atmosphere:
"These are not interesting. For the sake of the enthusiasm of the little Taoist priests, I will tell you a wonderful story of the city lord fighting the 300-round battle with the female monks in the Wan Mo Cave at the frontier! That's a lively and fragrant person , tsk tsk tsk!"
Luo Yuanming's face turned red in an instant, and he waved his hand to explain: "Adaptation is not random, joking is not nonsense... This has never happened! You believe me!"
"Little servant over there! Go and close the door!"
The gentleman was very high, and the thief kept laughing: "If the criminal justice comes in, it will be over, let's whisper in private."
Someone laughed and said, "Sir, you also know that spreading rumors will get you locked up?"
"This is a lie!"
He sternly said, "Even if I were seriously arrested in the Criminal Court, the charge would be 'leaving the city lord's important secrets' - hurry up, hurry up, do you want to listen to "Yuan Ming Wandering in the Devil's Nest" or "The Banshee Plays with the Orioles" Yan Huan"?"
Luo Yuanming: …
Luo Yuanming stood up stiffly, and his voice was as cold as Tie in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month: "I'd rather listen to "The Story of the Storyteller"."
He was full of aura, and while walking forward, he tore off the mask on his face, and he walked out of the sense of sight of the Victoria's Secret show.
Chickens and dogs jumped around in the teahouse. Mr. Storyteller just thought it was a plainclothes criminal minister, begging for mercy with a sullen face: "Master criminal minister, this is also a last resort for the sake of making a living. Be merciful, don't tell the city owner—"
Halfway through the words, I saw the very familiar face of the man after he lifted the mask.
The storyteller smiled Jiuquan and said nonsense: "Oh, haha."
Oh, it turned out to be the city owner himself.
That's fine.
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I couldn't get more useful information from Luo Yuanming, thinking that Tian Xianzi and the others all went to Baihuashen after getting drunk. According to Ning Ning, in addition to the delirious medicine, the wine was probably mixed with A soul-stirring fragrance.
Therefore, the most likely place for Meng Jue is still the flower street with many alleys.
Ning Ning was afraid that he would also have an accident, so he and Pei Ji entered Baihuashen again; as for He Zhizhou, who was ashamed to step into this place, he took on the important task of inquiring about information and collected relevant clues among the people in the city.
"The last city owner's wife died of a strange illness, and the city owner coughed up blood again today," Ning Ning was anxious and forced herself to calm down and analyze, "This shows that something is wrong, does the person behind him want to kill them all?"
Moreover, the reaction of the city lord himself was quite strange, even though he vomited blood, he still trusted Luanniang wholeheartedly, as if he had been hit by a Gu.
Now that the evening is approaching, the sky is gradually dimming, and the well-known Hundred Flowers deep in the light and shadow, quietly revealing its proper appearance.
The many pavilions are illuminated by the lights as bright as jade, the lanterns are interspersed into pieces, the dark red candlelight is in every corner of the air, and the wind is wrapped in the laughter of men and women, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bells on the eaves, Just like the tinkling of a stream.
She was always worried about Zheng Weiqi in her heart, and had no interest in viewing the scenery. She was thinking about how to find Meng Jue when she suddenly saw two figures arguing not far away.
The man seemed to be drunk, and involuntarily pulled the sleeve of the other girl. The girl looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her face flushed red, and she desperately tried to break free.
"You let go!"
The girl was so angry that even her voice was trembling: "I'm calling someone!"
The man laughed in anger: "Still pretending to be arrogant? What kind of good stuff can this flower street have? I think I can look down on you, sir, that's why—"
Before he could finish speaking, a cold sword qi suddenly flashed behind him, like a star like lightning, and a silver-white light was drawn in the air, hitting the middle of the back of the man's neck.
Ning Ning was in a hurry and had no time to talk to such a person. This blow was merciless, and he instantly lost consciousness and fainted, causing the girl to hurriedly take two steps back. After she recovered, she hurriedly looked up at the two of them: "Thank you..."
She had no spiritual power, so she couldn't tell which one used the sword trick just now.
"You don't have to be polite girl."
Ning Ning glanced down and saw that the other party was holding a stack of picture scrolls and pen and ink in his hand.
The girl dresses simply, and should not be born in a wealthy family that can send her daughter to school to paint. She took the scroll on the street where people come and go, and she should be selling paintings to make money.
People who sell paintings and paintings will always pay attention to every move of everyone on the street. She understood, and immediately asked, "Girl, have you ever seen a tall and handsome young man in a white shirt with a sword hanging around his waist? He seems to be drunk and not sober. "
She had not held out much hope.
Unexpectedly, the girl opened her eyes when she heard the words, and quickly looked at her and Pei Ji: "Who are you from him?"
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"My name is Ahui, and that son was discovered by my grandmother at the door of her house."
The girl led the two of them through the long alleyway, and walked swiftly into the depths of the flowers. A few halos, crumbling above the house.
Ning Ning couldn't help but take a deep breath, opened his lips slightly, but was speechless.
Deeper in the depths of hundreds of flowers, there is another scene that is completely different from feasting and luxury.
The high walls are crumbling, the houses are dwindling, and the long bright lights like wandering dragons have disappeared, only a few solitary lights are left, which vaguely outline the outlines of the crowded and cramped houses, all of which are squat and short, like a prostrate. A dying giant on the ground.
Going forward, there are no more drunken fans and bursts of laughter, surrounded by the smell of cooking fumes, pitted gutters and peeling ash from the walls, some people sitting in front of the door look up at them, their eyes are dark and deep, Like a quagmire.
Like a slum.
The house that Ah Hui brought them into was not outstanding, but one of the houses that was submerged in thick black shadows. When the door was squeaked open, there were five or six shadows in front of them.
- The house was narrow and dark, and there were several girls of different ages sitting around the dining table. When they saw Ahui pushing the door open, they all showed surprise.
When he saw her and Pei Ji, he fell silent again in fear.
"They are all adopted by my grandmother, just like me."
Ah Hui explained softly, "Girls are often discarded on the side of the road when they are born."
She said, turning her eyes to the girls at the table: "Where's the brother who came to the house today?"
A little girl less than ten years old replied in a soft voice: "He fell asleep and rested in the room."
"A visitor?"
During the conversation between the two, a gray-haired old woman walked out from the side room. She seemed to be ill, her thin face was as dry as firewood, she was weak and leaned against the wall when she walked, her eyes were cloudy, like filthy water, reflecting a drowsy shadow.
Ah Hui quickly stepped forward to help her: "Grandma! Why did you get out of bed?"
Ning Ning smiled politely: "Grandma, we are the same family you took in that person this morning, and we came here to find him."
"Oh—that boy."
She nodded suddenly, still standing against the wall, and hooked her lips in a low voice: "Come with me."
This house is not big, plus it is full of women, so the bed is naturally small. Meng Jue was born tall and had to curl up into a ball when lying on the bed, looking inexplicably cute and cute.
And this is precisely the temperament that is most incompatible with him.
"Thank you!"
Ning Ning's heart for him finally fell to the ground, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "Grandma, are all those girls outside the room you raising alone?"
The old woman didn't seem to be able to hear clearly. She opened her mouth to think about Ning Ning's meaning for a while, and then she raised her lips and said with a light smile: "Yes."
As she said, she glanced outside the door, and deliberately lowered her voice so that the girls could not hear: "You may not know, girl, the people in our place are very poor, and the daughters born have never been welcomed, and from time to time they go deep into the alley. As soon as you walk, you can see the abandoned baby girl. I don't have the ability, and I can't call it a 'raiser', but I just sell paintings on the street on weekdays, and I barely make some money to feed them. ."
However, how much money can you make from buying and selling calligraphy and painting
Ning Ning looked down at her thin shirt full of patches, feeling disappointed for a while.
"It's a pity that I'm already old, I can't see clearly, and I can't remember anything. Now that I'm sick again, I can only let Ahui go out to sell paintings... I don't know what to do with these girls after I leave."
Ahui gently held her wrist and stopped her warmly, "Grandma, no."
Ning Ning hesitated: "They... have nowhere else to go?"
"Where in the world is it not like this?"
A sorrowful look flashed across the turbid eyes of the old woman: "Women are born lowly, but they are only vassals of men. If they were boys, they might still be able to help at the construction site and the dock, but in a place where manual labor is performed, who would want to be weak and helpless? Little girl? My life is like an ant, my life is like an ant, my bad life—"
After she finished speaking, she coughed heavily, and when she raised her eyes again, she looked at Ning Ning with a bit of confusion in her eyes, and said to Ah Hui who was beside her, "Are these two...?"
"They are friends of the brother this morning."
Ahui explained patiently, then turned to Ningning and said, "I'm sorry, grandma often forgets things."
This is the condition of Alzheimer's syndrome.
"oh oh."
The old woman nodded blankly, and coughed a few more times: "Wait for grandma to return to the room to continue painting... I can make more money for you while I can still see it. If I leave later, you won't even be able to eat, how can you get it?"
The girl's fingers clenched her arms subconsciously.
Ah Hui remained silent and did not speak, because she did not want to tell her grandma in person that her eyesight was getting worse day by day, and the things she drew had long been crooked, so she couldn't see the traces of the pen. The painting has been unable to sell for many days, even if she endured the pain and worked night after night, all she did was useless.
It seems to be the fate of the vast majority of poor women to be difficult and powerless.
Within Luan City, there were frequent murders and several girls disappeared, so far no news has been received.
In the depths of hundreds of flowers, the dusty women have been laughing all their lives, and most of them are insincere and life-like.
Deep in the mud, there is no way to retreat, and there is no way to resist, only to be forced to accept this life that can see the head at a glance—
But is it really impossible to resist
"grandmother."
Ning Ning sighed: "Can you show me your painting?"
Ningning wanted to buy these paintings with all her private money.
She originally only had the idea of appreciating it. After Ahui led her down to her grandma's room, she took the scrolls and looked down one by one. When she saw one of them, she couldn't help but stay in place.
It is an old painting by Zhang, which outlines the picture of a man and a woman walking side by side under the moon.
Both of them were wearing men's clothes. The boy on the left only showed a thin back. The girl on the right had her hairband blown away by the wind. She hurriedly turned around and stretched out her right hand, trying to hold it back in her hand.
The blue silk is high, the beautiful eyes are full of hope, and the pair of slender eyes that are raised upwards are like an abyss, and others only need to take a look and they are willing to fall into it.
She recognized this face.
Much like Luan Niang.
"Have you seen this painting?"
Grandma laughed hoarsely: "I used to see two young sons walking side by side in the flower street late at night, but only now did I realize that one of them was a pretty girl."
"the two of them-"
Ning Ning's heart beat faster involuntarily.
In everyone's narratives, there is no mention of this young man who has a strong friendship with Luanniang, if it is he who is passing on the book with the flying pigeon—
"Grandma, do you know what their relationship is?"
"I've never had a conversation with them."
The old man shook his head: "One of them is the current city owner's wife, right? I have made two portraits of them. The wife stopped by the stall one day, stopped for a long time, and bought one of them on purpose - that one is of them all wearing men's clothing. , the back of the night chat sitting by the river."
After many years, when Luanniang saw the painting again, she would still stop to buy it, which shows that the young man has a high status in her heart, maybe...
Even far more than Luo Yuanming.
Ning Ning let out a soft voice and continued to ask, "Do you know the name or identity of the boy on the picture?"
The old man froze for a moment.
"I want to say the name," her light gray pupils waved lightly, frowning a little tangled, "I remember a man and a woman, the girl sometimes called him 'Zhou', and sometimes he had the word 'Cloud' …”
Zhou, cloud.
No matter how the pinyin tones are arranged and combined, it is a name that Ningning has never heard of.
This painting was an unexpected joy. She was about to tell her grandmother that she wanted to buy all the paintings, when she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind her.
At first glance, it was one of the girls.
Ah Hui smiled and leaned over: "What's the matter?"
"Outside," the girl looked very scared, bowing her head aggrievedly, "that brother outside..."
She was talking about Pei Ji.
Pei Ji was inconvenient to enter the women's bedroom, so she waited in the hall for Ning Ning to look at the painting. He often has a cold face and holds a sword in his hand again, and it is not a matter of once or twice to scare children.
Ning Ning felt a little amused for some reason. He squatted down and held his cheeks to look at her. He bent his eyes and smiled and said, "Do you think he is fierce and scary?"
The girl pursed her lips and nodded.
"Actually, others are good, gentle and gentle, but they don't like to talk."
She pinched the little girl's face, and only felt a soft layer of skin: "If you run in like this, he will definitely be sad when he sees it, and feel that he is hated - please, can you not be afraid of him? Pretend to be Don't be afraid."
Ning Ning lowered her head and took out a few candies from the storage bag and handed them to her. The little girl has never eaten candy since she was a child. She blinked her big eyes and took it carefully after thanking her: "Really, really?"
"of course it's true!"
Ning Ning replied seriously: "Actually, he is also very cute when he has a straight face. Think about it, doesn't he look like a big dumb dog? It's still very endearing."
"Well."
She finally nodded slowly, and very sensitively grasped the last sentence of this strange big sister: "Sister, do you like him?"
Ning Ning's expression instantly froze.
She only said that Pei Ji was "lovable" not long ago. If she denies it at this time, good words will not be convincing. How can someone who doesn't like her even ask others to like it.
But if she wants to admit that she likes Pei Ji, then—
"Hi, I like this kind of thing-"
She was inexplicably stumped, thinking that Pei Ji herself was not there and that she was coaxing the child again, she simply nodded her head: "Yes, look, that brother is not scary at all, I like him very much. If you can also A little bit of liking for him and not making him feel like a nuisance, that's fine."
This is Ning Ning's sincerity. She doesn't want Pei Ji to be always excluded by others and become the one who is alone, feared and hated.
He has been instilled with various wrong values by his mother since he was a child, and he hates his own existence from the bottom of his heart. If he continues like this, over time, the psychology of self-loathing and self-abandonment will become more serious.
She spoke earnestly, gave the candy, and said the truth. Unexpectedly, the little girl pursed her lips when she heard it, as if she had succeeded in a trick, she held back a smile and pointed to her back.
Wait, no.
The head buzzed and exploded at that moment, Ning Ning felt something, and turned around stiffly.
Pei Ji didn't know when she came to the front of the room, and at the moment when her eyes met, she subconsciously held the sword even tighter, and for the first time, she clearly showed a flustered look.
"Alas-"
The girl ran out with the candy, and quickly looked up at Pei Ji when she passed by: "Brother is blushing."
Cheng Ying rolled around with laughter, imitating the little girl's tone cheaply, pinching her voice softly: "Ah, my brother is blushing~"
It stopped suddenly after speaking, and turned its eyes to the other side.
The little girl holding the picture scroll in the house lowered her head suddenly, and the crimson color spread from her ears to her fair neck.
Pei Ji should be able to understand what she means, right? That so-called "like" is just pure like... He is so smart, he must not think too much, right
- But if you really think too much, then what should you do!
Ning Ning didn't dare to look at him, she just wanted to find a quiet corner and closed her eyes peacefully. After a while, she whispered to change the subject, trying to ease the incomparably ambiguous silence around her: "I plan to... sneak in tonight. Take a look at the City Lord's Mansion."
Pei Ji stared at the sword and replied in a muffled voice, "I'll accompany you."
Huhu.
Cheng Ying quietly grinned.
My sister's face seems to be even more red.