After the Weaver Girl left, Jiang Lin and Zong Yu sat opposite each other.
Jiang Lin made a pot of tea and handed a cup to Zong Yu: "Tell me, what happened?"
Zong Yu said calmly: "No, nothing happened."
Jiang Lin: "You were hostile to the Weaver Girl at the beginning, could you have hidden it from me? The Weaver Girl has always been obedient and weaving in her own palace. How did she offend you?"
Zong Yu thought to himself, it was your protective attitude towards her that irritated me.
He said calmly, "Really, no, I was just a little upset today and a little irritated."
Jiang Lin looked at him inquiringly, and probably realized that Zong Yu didn't want to say it, so he didn't plan to ask any more questions.
Zong Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But there are people who just can't bear to see him get away with it.
Xiao Pu ran over with a windmill in his hand. He saw two people sitting opposite each other under a flower stand decorated with branches. One was ethereal and otherworldly, while the other was handsome. He tilted his head and looked at them for a long time. He felt that this scene was really pleasing to the eye, so he couldn't help but use the new words he had learned:
"Mr. and Brother Zong Yu are really a perfect match."
Zong Yu:!
Jiang Lin:
He didn't notice Zong Yu's sudden stiff expression, and just laughed: "Xiao Pu, where did you learn this new word? Don't use it carelessly."
Xiao Pu blinked and seriously retorted: "I didn't use it indiscriminately, it was Brother Zong Yu who told me!"
Jiang Lin looked at Zong Yu suspiciously: "You..."
Zong Yu quickly said, "Xiao Pu is talking nonsense. It was Qingfeng Qingyue who said that, and then I told him what a good match means."
At this time, he suddenly learned the skill of "dog" without any instruction. Looking at Xiao Pu, he began to blame others: "Xiao Pu, Brother Zong Yu did tell you that a good match means that two people standing together are very pleasing to the eye. But this kind of words should be used according to the occasion and the person. It is not something that can be said to just any two people."
Xiao Pu was confused and said, "Ah? But didn't you say that you and..."
Zong Yu interrupted him: "Xiao Pu!"
Xiao Pu shut up and looked at him in confusion.
Zong Yu smiled and said, "Well, I remembered that I have something good that is suitable for you."
He rummaged around in his storage ring again and threw something over: "Eat it to increase your spiritual power."
Xiao Pu is just a child after all, and when he sees something delicious, he forgets everything else.
He happily took it: "Thank you, Brother Zong Yu!"
I really have forgotten what I wanted to say just now.
Zong Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and watched Xiao Pu skipping away. When he turned around, he met Jiang Lin's gaze.
His heart skipped a beat: "Jiang Lin, why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Lin asked calmly, "You interrupted Xiao Pu several times just now. What are you trying to hide? What are you nervous about?"
Zong Yu's reaction was so strange that people couldn't help but be suspicious.
Moreover, Jiang Lin always felt that the other party's strange reaction, including Xiao Pu's unfinished words just now, were all related to him.
Faced with Jiang Lin's questioning, Zong Yu felt a little panicked.
He even thought about just confessing it.
But looking at Jiang Lin's peaceful eyes, they were pure and without his own shadow at all. Zong Yu was afraid to say it out loud, as they could not even maintain their current relationship.
Let's wait a little longer, he thought.
Wait for this person to come to his senses.
After he made the decision, he calmed down immediately: "I do have a secret, and this secret has something to do with you."
Jiang Lin thought for a moment and said, "You call it a secret, which means you are not going to tell me now?"
Zong Yu nodded: "I can assure you that although this secret is related to you, it will not harm you or anyone around you."
"I understand." Jiang Lin looked at him deeply, "But I still hope that one day you can tell me it yourself."
Zong Yu suddenly laughed, and he looked at Jiang Lin steadily: "I promise, one day, I will tell you this secret in person."
The Weaver Girl has been living a very comfortable life recently.
Ever since she had the courage to go to the Emperor of Heaven last time, the Emperor of Heaven seemed to have finally remembered her as his daughter.
She still weaves brocade every day, but she no longer has endless tasks to do every day like before.
There were dozens of weaving fairies in her palace, and there were people weaving the clouds in the sky and the silk of the gods.
She has finally found the joy she once enjoyed in simple weaving.
After talking with Jiang Lin, she became more open-minded and no longer regarded weaving brocade as the only pleasure of her life as an immortal.
She visited the Emperor of Heaven regularly and presented him with small gifts she had prepared.
It could be a cloak he had woven himself, or some interesting gadgets he had discovered by chance, and he didn't care whether the thing was precious enough to match the status of the Emperor of Heaven.
The Weaver Girl knew very well in her heart: When it comes to good things, who has more than the Emperor of Heaven
She didn't care whether the Father God liked the gift she offered, she just wanted to let the Majesty who was high above know that he still had a daughter who was always thinking about him.
These actions are undoubtedly effective.
The Emperor of Heaven remembered the Weaver Girl and never forgot to give his daughter a share of any banquet or reward in heaven.
The Weaver Girl also began to convince herself and tried to walk out of the cold palace and make some new friends.
Although she likes quietness, she doesn't like loneliness.
One day, her new friend, who was also one of her many sisters, the Flower Fairy from Heaven, invited her to go out and play together:
"I heard that the west side of the Tianhe River where you live is covered with emerald green grass. Let's go there and fly kites."
West of Tianhe River...
The Weaver Girl was stunned for a moment.
The area west of the Milky Way is considered the "remote and poor" area of the Central Heavenly Court. Generally, those who live there are small fairies of very low ranks.
Although she had little presence in the past and no status in heaven, she was still the princess of the Emperor of Heaven.
She has never been to the west side of the Milky Way.
But she had been there.
Not only had she been there, she had also lived there for a while.
In the dream, her betrothed husband was the cowherd on the west side of the Milky Way in the Third Heaven.
That vast, endless green grassland is where he grazes his cattle.
She hadn't thought about her dreams for a long time these days. When she was brought up by the Fairy of Flowers, she was distracted.
"Vega, Vega?" The Fairy of Flowers waved her hand in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhinu came back to her senses, but after a moment's hesitation, she also smiled: "Okay."
Calm down, what are you afraid of
Not to mention that the west side of the Milky Way is so vast, the possibility of meeting an old friend is extremely low. Even if you meet...
So what
I had done nothing wrong to him, and he had done nothing wrong to me. We were both victims of the whim of some powerful person.
And now, I am no longer the Weaver Girl in my dream.
Even if I only have a little shadow in the eyes of God the Father, I will never repeat the fate in my dream.
She rode on the clouds, crossed the sky, and landed on the endless grassland.
There are already a few fairies waiting here.
The Fairy of Flowers held the Weaver Girl's hand and greeted her little sisters.
"It's really beautiful here, but it's still a little monotonous." The Fairy of Flowers looked back at the green all around, thought for a moment, raised her hand, and with a flick of her wide sleeves like flowing clouds, countless flowers bloomed on the grass, stretching for miles.
She nodded with satisfaction: "That's perfect."
The other fairies praised and urged: "Where is the kite? Where is your kite? Take it out!"
The cowherd was half lying on the back of a huge old yellow ox, biting a blade of grass in his mouth and looking at the sky leisurely.
He was an ordinary child in the world, with a decent family background, and he attended school for two years.
When I was eight years old, my parents got a strange disease and were bedridden.
The little cowherd boy returned home from private school and began to learn how to cook and take care of his parents.
He got up before dawn every day, stood on a stool to make breakfast, fed it to his parents mouthful by mouthful, and then ate his own food.
After dinner, it was already daybreak. He went to work as a helper in the morning. The restaurant owner was kind and knew his family situation, so he asked him to deliver food boxes to the restaurant's customers who ordered food at home. This job didn't make much money, but it provided a meal, and the owner would also give him some leftover food from the kitchen to take home.
In the afternoon, the cowherd went to the cowshed to let out the family’s greatest treasure, a strong yellow cow, and led it out to graze.
The big yellow ox was obedient, so he tied it aside and went to the nearby mountains and fields to look for some wild vegetables and some familiar medicinal herbs, and exchange them for some money.
In this way, he grew from nine to nineteen years old.
My parents eventually couldn't bear the illness and passed away one after another.
Niulang cried bitterly, and when he was keeping vigil over the casket in the middle of the night, he vaguely saw an old man with a white beard and kind eyes.
The old man looked at him kindly and said that he was the land god of the county. He had seen how filially the cowherd served his parents and reported it to the heaven.
The gods in heaven were grateful for Niulang’s filial piety and were willing to take him to become a god.
The cowherd said in confusion: "But now I am a god, what will happen to my big yellow cow?"
He has been busy taking care of his parents, making money, and staying alive for the past ten years. He doesn't even have a friend. The big yellow cow at home is his remaining relative.
The God of Land scolded him: "You are such a fool. Here is a great opportunity to become an immortal, and you are still thinking about a cow!"
The cowherd said stubbornly: "Then I won't become an immortal. I want to stay with my cow."
The disappearance of the earth's spiritual energy.
When the cowherd woke up, he found the dream incredible. He did not take it seriously. After burying his parents, he continued to be a cowherd.
As a result, the God of Land came again and said that his superior was very moved by Niulang's words and promised him to ascend to heaven with the big yellow cow. His parents would also be able to find a good family to reincarnate.
Niulang thought this was a good thing and agreed.
The big yellow ox was walking slowly, followed by a group of cows. It was now the leader of the herd.
Niulang thought slowly: How many years have I been an immortal
He no longer remembers.
Life in heaven is comfortable, life is long, there is no illness, and every day is leisurely and happy.
He even made a few friends. One of them was a boy serving the God of Food. He often brought a big box of delicious food. The two brothers would sit cross-legged on the grass and enjoy the food, looking very happy.
Cowherd looked at the rapidly moving clouds above his head. He was very curious when he first came to the sky.
When he was a mortal, he looked up at the sky.
Now that I have become a god and have reached heaven, I discovered that there is a sky above heaven.
It can be seen that this world is truly magical and it is not something that a cowherd like him can understand.
The cowherd was daydreaming when he suddenly heard a string of silver bell-like laughter.