"Ninety-nine that sunny day~~~ yo, my eighteen-year-old brother is sitting by the river,
The east wind makes the windmill turn, the broad bean flowers are fragrant and the wheat seedlings are fresh,
The windmill, the windmill, babbling and singing, why, little brother, why don't you start talking? "
On a scorching afternoon, outside the courtyard of Danton Pavilion in Hunshuizhuang, a girl in green shirt was sitting by the pond, singing and washing clothes.
Rubbing, hammering, stepping, very seriously.
"The sunny day of ninety-nine is here~~~, my eighteen-year-old brother wants to join the army,
The windmill, follow the east wind, my brother is thinking about it, Xiao Yinglian,
The direction of the wind is uncertain, the car is hard to turn, and I have not made up my mind, how can I speak!"
Looking back at the pile of clothes beside her, the little girl couldn't help but sigh.
Now her mind is full of something called a fully automatic front-loading washing machine.
"... It doesn't matter if you don't have high technology, you can also pack 'Tide'!"
Finally finished washing the twelfth item, she put down the washboard with a mutter, freeing her hand to wipe the sweat.
Alas, I think back then when I was the daughter of Shangshu, I didn't touch the spring water for five years, and my hands were as crystal clear as jade carvings; now when I arrive in Xiling, I not only have to wash and cook by myself, but also have to do housework for my seniors - who said that she is the youngest? Woolen cloth
She remembered that when Bao Quancai handed over the task in the morning, she just complained so casually, which immediately attracted the other party's yelling
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"Prince? What prince?" Senior Brother Bao's tone is always yin and yang, "You can still think of the prince after washing the clothes, so shouldn't I miss the Jade Emperor when I cook for you!"
—Cut, you bastard face, didn't you just boil two white water potatoes? She was ashamed to show off in front of me... Qing Qiao felt very resentful in her heart, but she didn't dare to refute, so she could only take off the clothes with resentment.
After washing, I got up to dry the clothes, and took a deep breath of the fragrant wind blowing towards my face. The pond was surrounded by forests and planted with acacia trees.
Suddenly there was a sound of water in the pond, Qing Qiao turned her head in surprise, and saw a person walking out from the slanting branches of flowers, naked torso, pupils like ink, rippling blue hair, ripples on the water surface patting her skin.
It is the god of Xiling, Ruan Siqiong.
"Exciting, passionate video..."
Qing Qiaojiong's mouth is not smooth anymore—this, this, isn't this the most common picture of a naked man taking a bath in time travel? Could it be that the author suddenly figured it out and is willing to reward me with a small favor
After thinking about it, she suddenly made a decision: she picked up her clothes and walked out on tiptoe.
-joke! In view of the author's bad taste of not playing cards according to the rules, there may be some terrible bad things waiting for her below! Thirty-six strategies, go first!
"Boom!" She kicked a washboard quite logically.
"I ooxx you uncle!" Tears of pain came out of Qing Qiao's eyes, she jumped and scolded in a low voice, "You're a bad guy! I'll chop you up for firewood when I go back!"
When the washboard heard it, he felt extremely aggrieved, wondering if it was easy for me? Rubbing people during the day, kneeling at night, and occasionally being kicked in a cameo to promote the development of the plot-as an indispensable existence of a story, how dedicated I am! Little girl, how can you humiliate me without being civilized
Qing Qiao limps and wants to continue running, but she hears the sound of "crash, la la", the people in the pool sense the movement on the shore, they lighten their feet, and land in front of her lightly with strips of water.
"Why are you here?" The tall body blocked the sun, completely shrouding her in the shadow
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"Wash, wash clothes..." Bronze-colored skin, the perfect body of a martial arts practitioner, and a masculine aura rushed towards her face, and Qing Qiao immediately blushed.
"It's yours alone? Why are there so many?" The man opposite looked at the men's gown in the basin and frowned slightly. ()
"It's all from my brother and sister... Brother Bao asked me to take it and wash it." Qing Qiao buried her head and looked at her toes, with a submissive tone.
"Washing so much..." A slender finger reached over and lifted her chin, "Aren't you tired?"
"...No, it's okay, it's healthier to wash..."
She tried her best not to open her eyes, and felt as if her face was buried in a big steamer, which was so hot that it was about to explode at any time.
Seeing her embarrassed appearance, the person opposite couldn't help teasing softly: "Why don't you look at me? Could it be that I'm not good-looking?"
In the blink of an eye, Qing Qiao couldn't help screaming in her heart when she met those deep black eyes on the opposite side—ah, teasing! You are definitely Chi Guoguo's tease! Uncle Ruan, do you want to seduce an underage girl
Hmph, rascal, if I don't show you some color, you won't know why the flowers are so red!
So her face sank, her heart sank, she took a big step back, and began to carefully look at Ruan Siqiong from the beginning to the end.
Tense pectoral muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, wet pants, looming key parts... Well, the so-called enjoyment of up and down is nothing more than that.
"...how?" Ruan Siqiong took the time to move his hands, full of confidence.
"Not bad." Qing Qiao exclaimed sincerely, "Big, so big, so big!"
"Oh? Which part are you most satisfied with?" Ruan Siqiong smiled happily and raised his eyebrows lightly.
Qing Qiao pondered for a moment, raised her head and grinned brightly, "...belly button."
Ruan Siqiong was slightly taken aback.
"It's in good shape, and it's clean after washing." Qing Qiao said truthfully, "—it's like a beautiful little daisy.
. "
"You girl!" Ruan Siqiong laughed, but suddenly turned his head, "Hurry up and pack up, I will take you to a place this afternoon, maybe... there is news you need."
Qing Qiao nodded quickly when she heard that, and ran towards the yard with her clothes in her arms.
Before entering the door, she couldn't help but look back.
Ruan Siqiong stood on the spot like an iron tower, water droplets glistened on his body, and his whole body exuded dazzling brilliance like diamonds.
Alas, beauties, what is armed to the teeth? Armed to the navel is true!
— Even a mere belly button can be so perfect, Ruan Siqiong, even if you molested me~~~~~ Grandma, I can bear it!
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"What? Vegetable market?!" With a scream, Gu Qingqiao jumped up from the chair.
"To be precise, it's the market, thank you."
Ruan Siqiong took a sip of tea and sat upright in his clothes, looking like a hero in ordinary times.
"But shouldn't everyone who asks for information go to a brothel?" Qing Qiao's face wrinkled into a ball, "Why did you ask me to go to the market?"
——and carry such a big ugly and ugly food basket!
"Who said that you have to go to a brothel if you ask for information?" Ruan Siqiong glanced at her coldly, "I thought you were quite pure, but I didn't expect you to be polluted so soon!"
Qing Qiao lowered her head weakly: "... Isn't it written like this in all the books..."
Three religions and nine streams always haunt a certain famous brothel, and the headliner of this brothel is often an undercover senior executive of a mysterious intelligence organization.
——If the heroine is the top card, then she is probably an all-powerful evildoer who can kill both young and old;
—If the leading role is the female supporting role, then she is probably a cruel cannon fodder who loves the male lead and ends up miserable;
——Of course, there is another possibility, the head card is a man disguised as a woman... There is no doubt that this kind of transvestite is usually eaten by the heroine, and then abused by the author for no reason, still infatuated with the heroine, Loyalty
.
"...The brothel is also a unique place." Ruan Siqiong's face softened a little, and he leaned back, "But it's too filthy, and I never see it."
"What's so filthy?!" Qing Qiao resented that he prevented her from carrying forward the fine tradition of "visiting a kiln every time you travel through time", and said angrily, "If you don't have any distracting thoughts, what's the point of going to find out the news? You haven't heard of it." Out of mud but not stained'?"
Ruan Siqiong slightly closed his eyes, feeling a little tired: "I had a bad memory there... the knot in my heart has never been opened."
Qing Qiao was shocked, and the basket immediately rolled down from her hands: "Could it be... Could it be that you are inhumane, brother Fair?!"
Before she finished speaking, a big hand strangled her neck, and the person on the other side squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:
"—Say it again for me."
"Oh oh oh, I'm just kidding!" Qing Qiao yelled with all her might, "Ruan Siqiong, fighter! Seven wolves in one night, it's so big! Very big! Big superman—"
Ruan Siqiong let go of his hand with a puff, his face full of helplessness: "...You girl, how did you grow up!"
— This is nonsense, naturally he grew up eating rice.
Qing Qiao regained her strength, and rolled her eyes at him while coughing.
"Let's go to the market." Ruan Siqiong stared at her with a light smile, "Save the brothel for later when you grow up."
A certain intersection in Muddy Water Village.
A blue-gray archway stands quietly in front of the visitors.
"How about this building?" Ruan Siqiong stood in front and turned around.
"Wow!" Qing Qiao took a big step forward, spreading her hands to the sky as if looking up: "What a majestic small building!"
"Well, I think so too." Ruan Siqiong nodded with a smile.
Then the two cats walked under the archway with their waists bent
.
The handsome men and beautiful women gradually drifted away, leaving behind the archway that was full of shame and indignation.
—In the middle of its fragile body, which is less than a person tall and almost collapsed in the wind, there are two words as big as a dustpan engraved:
"Wei, towering".
"... What do you think of the mysterious killer at Yuelai Inn?" After being quiet for a long time, Qing Qiao suddenly spoke.
Finally couldn't take it anymore? Ruan Siqiong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What do you think I should think?"
"Could it be that... he really came here for the Qingmu human-shaped sword?" Qing Qiao ignored his Tai Chi and frowned directly.
"All possibilities are not ruled out." Ruan Siqiong's eyes flashed with stars.
"What should I do?" Qing Qiao suddenly became nervous, and firmly grasped Ruan Siqiong's sleeve, "Could it be that someone else is coveting this treasure?"
"—The Qingmu human-shaped sword, the winner will dominate the world, so naturally everyone covets it." Ruan Siqiong disagreed.
"... Then, does the whole world know that the Qingmu human-shaped sword is hidden in the Xiling sect?"
Qing Qiao only felt her lungs being strangled by someone, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe—could it be, could it be that the man also knew the news and had already chased after him
"You're worrying too much." Ruan Siqiong seemed to see through her thoughts, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "The only ones who know that the Qingmu Human-shaped Sword is hidden in the Xiling Sect are the head of Sifeng and his confidants. This is a taboo in the sect. No one knows... But there are always exceptions to everything, such as... "
As he spoke, his eyes lightly fell on Qing Qiao.
"—Ah, the sky is so blue!" Qing Qiao hurriedly turned around, looking far away, "Why do you think the sky is so blue?"
Ruan Siqiong stared at her, with a half-smile: "Little Baicai, why are you looking for the Qingmu human-shaped sword?"
boom! Hit the red heart and killed him with one shot.
Qing Qiao buried her head, her face was full of entanglements and struggles.
To say, or not to say? this is a problem
.
After a long while, she drooped her shoulders resentfully, stammering: "Because I have a wish... In order to realize it, I have to gather all four spirits..."
"Oh? What kind of wish?" Ruan Siqiong remained calm.
"..." Qing Qiao remained silent.
"What's so shameful?" Ruan Siqiong chuckled lightly, his face narrowed, "In my opinion, you don't chase after fame or profit. What made you put all your eggs in one basket and stick to it?"
"... Well, since you know me so well, I'll tell you the truth."
Qing Qiao took a deep breath, raised her head, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes: "Actually, I am for the great harmony of the world, world peace!"
Her expression was extremely forbearing and resolute.
Ruan Siqiong was taken aback, opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something more, after thinking about it, he just rubbed her head after all.
Let it go.
The two walked for a while, and entered a bustling market,
"I'll take you to meet someone later." Ruan Siqiong explained as he walked, "Maybe we can find some clues about the murderer."
"Who?" Qing Qiao was surprised. He actually lived in the vegetable market. Could it be the murderer's colleague, Mr. Butcher
Ruan Siqiong smiled, full of interest: "Let me ask you, when did the murder happen?"
Qing Qiao stared blankly at him: "Isn't it midnight?"
Ruan Siqiong nodded: "Then let me ask you again, who makes a living by patrolling the city in the middle of the night?"
Qing Qiao suddenly realized: "It's a watchdog!"
"Good boy, you're so smart." Ruan Siqiong patted her on the shoulder, expressing her appreciation, "The one we're going to meet later is the watchman from Muddy Water Village."
"—The watchman goes to so many places every night, how do you know that he must have clues to this murder?" Qing Qiao was puzzled.
"Of course I have my reasons
. "Ruan Siqiong raised his eyebrows, took her hand and walked into a small alley.
"Mr. Ruan!" At the entrance of the alley, there was a man selling sesame cakes, and when he met them, his face suddenly changed.
"I'm here to see Lao Qi." Ruan Siqiong nodded slightly at him, speaking concisely.
"Yes, he is sleeping in the house." The biscuit man put down the dough and stood in the corner, bowing respectfully to them, "Sir, please."
Qing Qiao was about to wonder why he was so respectful, but Ruan Siqiong stopped her and continued to walk forward.
The further you go in, the more "dirty and messy" the sanitary conditions are, and there are several places where it is even completely difficult to get in. But Ruan Siqiong, who usually likes to be neat and tidy, didn't take it seriously, and kept moving forward in silence.
Finally at the end of the alley, I saw a door slanted open on the side wall. The inside of the door was blocked by a blue cloth curtain, so I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
"Old Seven." Ruan Siqiong shouted outside the door.
After a while, the curtain was lifted, revealing a sallow and old face.
"What brings you here?"
The owner of that face spoke, and the voice sounded like peanuts being fried in a pan, with crackling noises.
"... someone died at the Yuelai Inn the night before, and it happened to be a disciple of Xiling." Ruan Siqiong's face was indifferent and calm.
"Hmph, aren't you the least talkative about teacher-student morality?!"
The man at the door let out a snort.
Ruan Siqiong just smiled but didn't answer.
"... come in!" The man opened the curtain, and at the same time glanced at Gu Qingqiao without leaving a trace, "Why did you bring an oil bottle this time?"
Seeing his contemptuous tone, Qing Qiao couldn't help being annoyed: Please, although I'm cute, I'm also capable!
After following the yellow-faced man into the room, Qing Qiao realized that he was unabashedly licking his upper body. And on his bony back, there was a huge thing that looked like a sarcoma!
Qing Qiao quickly glanced at Ruan Siqiong with slightly surprised eyes.
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Ruan Siqiong caught her little movement, leaned down, and whispered in her ear: "Is it weird? But do you feel scared?"
Qing Qiao shook her head, then lowered her voice and whispered back: "No, the arc...is beautiful."
Ruan Siqiong smiled, straightened up and said loudly to the person in front of him: "Lao Qi, you know what I want, bring it to me, we have to leave early."
The rib man turned his head impatiently: "You also know that I draw them all on the spot, how can it be so fast?!"
After finishing speaking, he kicked two wooden stools towards them: "Sit and wait, the old rules, a stick of incense!" Yu Bi turned and went into the inner room.
Qing Qiao raised her head and looked around, only to see that the room was dimly lit, mosquitoes and flies were flying around, and there was a faint sour smell, it was truly a miasma.
"Zhizhi~~" I suddenly heard a few screams, and when I took a closer look, it turned out that it was a few huge mice running across the ground as if no one was there.
Qing Qiao was taken aback, and quickly hung her feet in the air, for fear of having any close contact with the mice.
Looking back, Ruan Siqiong seemed to be used to it, and remained calm. His gaze fell lightly on an unknown corner, his eyes were gray and he couldn't find the focus.
She had never seen Ruan Siqiong like this before, guessing that he might be caught in a certain memory, so she bit her lip and remained silent.
——When the old seven comes out later, I will count his ribs carefully and see if I can count twelve pairs... After all, it is rare to see a human body that is so close to a pure skeleton...
She thought for a while, unable to resist the sleepiness of not sleeping all night, and gradually closed her eyes.
When she was awakened by the voice, she suddenly found a naked man standing in front of her, no, a naked man with ribs!
"... There are twelve pictures in total. I drew all the moves I saw at that time. Maybe you can find some clues from them." The man with ribs was talking to the person next to her while holding a stack of rice paper.
Ruan Siqiong took the stack of papers, without any joy on his face, but sighed inexplicably.
"... Lao Qi, I really hope that you can no longer draw these things
. "
Ribbone's body froze suddenly.
"... don't force it... In any case, it's impossible for me to get out in this life."
After a long time, the man with ribs spoke slowly, his hoarse voice filled with melancholy, tenderness, and indescribable sadness: "... people have passed away, love has passed away, and now I have become like this ghost. What's wrong?"
Ruan Siqiong lowered his eyes, patted him on the shoulder, and finally said nothing.
The two said goodbye and went out, Qing Qiao couldn't help snatching the paper from Ruan Siqiong's hands curiously: "What did he draw? Is it the appearance of a murderer?"
"—If you show it to you, you may not understand it." Ruan Siqiong raised his eyebrows, raised the painting in his hand high, as if deliberately teasing her, "If you have the ability, take it yourself."
"Hey! Don't look down on people because of your height!" Qing Qiao jumped up and down under his arms, sweating profusely, "I'm still in puberty! Sooner or later, I will grow into a towering tree!"
"It's a pity." Ruan Siqiong tapped her head with the drawing paper, "I don't like people who are too tall."
Qing Qiao was about to reply again when she suddenly heard a hoarse voice behind her——
"Ruan San, are you still waiting?"
It was Lao Qi's voice.
The surrounding noise receded like a tide in an instant, the wind stopped, and the sky and the earth were left alone.
"Yes, I'm still waiting."
Ruan Siqiong suppressed his smile, his body was a little stiff.
"If I were you, I would take the initiative to attack." There are words in Lao Qi's words, which contain infinite profound meaning.
"...but you are not me." Ruan Siqiong suddenly laughed again, "So you will never understand what I am thinking."
After saying this, he took Gu Qingqiao's hand and strode out.
Ninety-nine sunny days, the south wind blows over the black tiles and green walls, singing softly, sending sighs from unknown people.