Out of the alley, came to the bustling market.
Qing Qiao turned her head to look at the person beside her, he was still holding her hand, with faint eyes and faint eyebrows.
Seems to be in a daze.
—Hey, which of these young, ambitious and beautiful men doesn't have a youthful and difficult past? Good men are all polished by time.
But I said, Uncle Ruan, if you hold my hand and pretend to die like this, I'm afraid that when I go back, I will be drowned in a sea of vinegar and turn into sour pickles!
"...Come back, come back, you wandering wanderer..." Qing Qiao hummed tenderly in his ear.
Ruan Siqiong was startled, but he woke up. He looked down at her with a clear face: "Are you hungry? I'll buy you something to eat."
His expression was gentle and intimate, Qing Qiao had calculated everything, and never expected him to say such a thing.
"...ah, kind of
. Qing Qiao stared at him blankly, wondering if this man was poisoned by the stench in the room just now, and he hasn't recovered yet
Ruan Siqiong didn't look at her expression, and nodded directly: "What should I eat?"
His voice became softer and softer, as if he was facing a piece of delicate porcelain, and if he spoke a little harder, it would shatter.
Qing Qiao's heart froze, and she inadvertently glanced at the hawker selling candied haws on the street corner, and immediately shouted: "That, that, I want to eat that!" Candied haws, a classic must-have item in time travel!
Ruan Siqiong followed her gaze and smiled deeper.
"It really is a child." He patted her on the head, turned and walked towards the vendor.
"Is it delicious?" Ruan Siqiong stared at Qing Qiao who was biting into candied haws, and said quietly.
"It's not tasty." Qing Qiao said categorically, "It's definitely not as good as braised pig's trotters, and it's not even as good as one-third of roasted quail."
"Then why do you still want to eat?" Ruan Siqiong laughed.
"I just want to try, will it taste better when eaten next to a beautiful man?" Qing Qiao licked her lips.
"-The conclusion is?"
Ruan Siqiong raised his eyebrows, and brushed away the sugar residue on her cheek hair.
"Oh." Qing Qiao sighed, and put down the bunch of candied haws, "If you still have kindness to treat guests next time, please be merciful and give me a piece of pig's trotter!"
Ruan Siqiong laughed loudly, took the bunch of candied haws, and threw it far away.
"Why don't you care for the environment?!" Qing Qiao gave him a sharp look, "Idols must know how to set an example—do you think you are that old seven hiding in the alley?"
The smile was removed from Ruan Siqiong's face, and his expression became serious.
After a long time, he sighed and said seriously: "Lao Qi, he used to be the number one handsome man in southern Xinjiang."
Qing Qiao's jaw dropped immediately.
"... What's the use of being the first beauty?" Ruan Siqiong shook his head, with a regretful expression, "I think he was brilliant in martial arts back then, but now he is not like this
. "
"Could something have happened?" Qing Qiao pricked up her ears sensitively, and all the gossip cells in her body began to shout and become active—what, what made Beckham in Southern Xinjiang become a skeleton version of Kasimo? many
"... A hero is sad for a beauty pass." Ruan Siqiong looked into the distance with emotion.
—Oh, it turned out to be because of Victoria, Xiaobei, you are too miserable.
A flash of inspiration flashed in Qing Qiao's mind, and he immediately asked: "Just now, he said that he would never get out in this life, could it also be related to that beauty?"
Ruan Siqiong nodded slightly, his expression slowed down, as if admiring her reaction.
"I was just taking a gamble... If he still guards under the old banyan tree in the inn every night, with his cultivation and ability, he should be able to paint a three-point appearance of the murderer."
"—but I'd rather he didn't draw it."
Ruan Siqiong turned his face sideways, and the beautiful outline was covered with a slight golden glow by the sunlight: "The person is already dead, what's the use of guarding her tomb every night?"
Hearing this, Qing Qiao already had a rough idea in her heart - the old seven was a handsome young man back then, and fell in love with a certain beautiful woman like crazy; later, for unknown reasons, the beautiful woman disappeared, and the beautiful young man also turned into a Ka Simodo's miserable appearance.
This was originally a plot that was badly written in many martial arts novels, but Qing Qiao felt infinitely sentimental when she heard it.
It seems that this place is always a fantasy world. In the real world, how can someone be so infatuated
— but I have never met one.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help resenting the author a little, and kicked a pebble on the side of the road resentfully.
"It's still early, let's go for a walk."
Ruan Siqiong behind him suddenly made a sound, and took her by the sleeve.
"Where are you going?" Qing Qiao was taken aback, thinking that this uncle is really a carefree person. There are so many senior brothers and sisters in Danton Pavilion waiting for him to control the overall situation, but he leisurely invites a little girl out to play.
.
Ruan Siqiong glanced at her feet and smiled: "Just follow me."
Passing through the "tall" small archway, the two turned around and walked into a house.
The garden is not big, the walls are stacked with blue tiles, neatly picked up, and a piece of impatiens blooms behind the faint green peach branches, luxuriantly.
"Go in?" Ruan Siqiong turned around and pointed to an arched door deep in the courtyard.
His voice is so bright and pleasant, and the aura of nature is formed in the leisurely step, and the brilliant golden light sprinkled on his sea-blue robe, as bright as stars.
Qing Qiao nodded involuntarily.
—A good boy shouldn't go around with the strange uncle, she knows. However, Ruan Siqiong has such an ability. Even if he stands in front of the most ordinary houses, it will make people think that behind him is a magnificent paradise on earth with carved beams and painted buildings.
Pushing open the door, there is nothing hidden in the hazy silence, it turned out to be a small grocery store.
"...Mr. Ruan?" The proprietress behind the counter was obviously taken aback when she saw Ruan Siqiong.
"Si Niang, I'm here to buy a pair of shoes for this child." Ruan Siqiong slightly nodded at the proprietress with a gentle smile.
yeah? Qing Qiao was surprised, she looked at him first, and then at her own feet.
——Since she joined the Xiling Qingcai School, the shoes she wears have always been the thousand-ply cloth shoes given by her senior sister. Although they are ugly and bulky, they are still suitable for walking. It's just that now the shoe has been worn to the point of rough edges, and several holes have been broken on the upper, exposing the milky white interlayer, like a few small sesame seeds sprinkled on the bottom of a pot.
Looking at the pair of feet exuding a strong rustic atmosphere and looking like a village girl, she suddenly felt ashamed, and quietly moved her legs back, the blush dyed all the way to the back of her ears.
— Fujido Jing said that every woman should have a pair of good shoes, but it also depends on the conditions.
"...Girl choose the look you like."
The proprietress took a few pairs of shoes and kindly asked her to choose a pattern.
Qing Qiao raised her head and looked at Ruan Siqiong blankly, not knowing what he was playing.
The person on the other side was also looking at her, his face was covered in a hazy shadow, his black eyes were as clear as dawn
.
"Choose a pair, I'll give it to you." He squinted his eyes, grinned his lips, showing his white teeth.
Qing Qiao's cheeks became even redder, and she hurriedly waved her hands: "I can't, I can't... How can I do this?"
"Why not?" Ruan Siqiong had a smile in his eyes, like a lake that had just melted in early spring, gently touching people's hearts.
"—Little girls love beauty." He leaned half his body towards her, his voice was low and hoarse, "You are so sloppy, if you meet Mr. Ruyi later, how can you make people pay attention to you?"
"Tch, you told me to wear this uncluttered cabbage outfit..." Qing Qiao twisted her head away, trying to avoid his wet breath.
"Well, it's my fault." Ruan Siqiong was not annoyed, he nodded casually, his eyes were as clear as water.
"But Xiaobaicai, I still listen to my uncle."
He took a pair of embroidered shoes from the proprietress and flicked them lightly.
"—Good girl, you need to wear a pair of good shoes. Only by wearing a pair of beautiful shoes can you be in a good mood and go where you want to go."
A gust of wind came to shake the window and brushed his hair.
He sat there looking at her, slender and handsome, with dark eyes, as if they contained endless words, but he couldn't bear to say them.
Qing Qiao suddenly felt that these eyes, which were neither sad nor happy, had seen through life. Even though there have been thousands of joys, sorrows and joys, even if there were dazzling fireworks, they gradually faded in the long river of time, extinguished the last flame, and dissipated with the waves.
Are you trying to say something to me
She wanted to ask him that.
She remembered that not long ago when he showed her palm prints and put down his hands, there was such a faint sorrow in his brows and eyes.
But she didn't say anything.
In the end, she picked out a pair of silver satin shoes embroidered with white doves. Although they were not as exquisite and luxurious as when she was the daughter of a minister, they were the most beautiful pair of shoes in her current shoes.
. Along the way, she kept the shoes in her bosom, took them out from time to time, looked around, touched them, and even sniffed them, happy like a real fifteen-year-old girl.
Ruan Siqiong led the way, occasionally looking back at her with a doting smile on his face.
The blue and twilight sky was dotted with light clouds, and the breeze blew away the hair scattered around his neck, revealing a delicate and graceful curve.
Day after day, morning and evening, flowers bloom and wither, clouds fly by, no matter what happens, this person is so calm and calm.
—How many things has he experienced? How much suffering have you suffered
As Qing Qiao thought about it, something suddenly softened in her heart.
A piece of ice melts, melts into water, tick, tick.
"Fair, have you ever loved someone?"
Qing Qiao looked at the man walking slowly ahead with a slightly dazed expression.
Ruan Siqiong turned his face sideways, revealing half of his upright nose: "Why, Xiaobaicai is interested?"
Qing Qiao nodded.
An old man who is still single at the age of thirty must have some sad past.
"… Perhaps."
Ruan Siqiong raised his head towards the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked charming: "Maybe I liked someone, but I don't even remember."
"Could it be that there hasn't been a single girl who has really moved your heart in the past few decades?" Qing Qiao opened her mouth in disbelief.
"Heartbeat?" A thin layer of mist formed in his eyes, slowly flowing in the light and shadow, "...Being heartbroken is not necessarily liking, and liking doesn't necessarily mean loving."
"—Life without love is incomplete!" Qing Qiao pouted, "Tell me, how many little flowers have you hurt that you want to get close to?"
Ruan Siqiong smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows, as if he was lost in memory.
"... A long time ago, when I was still learning martial arts in Xiling, a girl asked me to send a sachet to my brother
. "
He told the past in a calm tone, as if he had nothing to do with himself: "...I found out later that there was a note in the sachet at that time, and she hoped that I would open the sachet halfway and see it."
"—the note said something like 'I like the messenger,' didn't it?"
Qing Qiao interjected curiously.
Ruan Siqiong glared at her, pretending to be serious and straightened his face: "Little girl reacts to these things very quickly!"
Then he smiled again, his cheeks were dyed with a gentle light like moonlight.
"At that time, she was only your age."
Qing Qiao sighed regretfully.
For a ten-year-old girl to test her sweetheart by sending sachets to others is considered courageous.
"What about you?" Ruan Siqiong turned around and looked at her with interest, "Is there anyone you like? Do you want to discuss it with your uncle?"
Qing Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and immediately shook her head in denial, with a firm attitude.
Yes, but she couldn't tell.
In that distant past, in that distant place, she was also a real green girl.
One day, she foolishly asked a handsome young man, "Why do you keep peeping at me?"
The boy replied honestly: "Because I want to know, do you keep looking at me like I look at you!"
Those years have passed for a long time, and time alone has forgotten her.
Now that I have come to this strange and desolate place, in order to find a way to go home, no one can like it, not even be tempted.
Because no one will accompany her on the final journey.
"I'm a girl who can't love."
Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little sad.