high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 392

In the red oil-based soup pot, radishes, white meat, and green bamboo shoots are all floating up and down in the froth, and the beef bones with the thickness of a child's arm are boiled into golden yellow, with a slightly attractive luster of spicy red, and the aroma is also bursting. Gone with the wind, it makes people move their index fingers.

This is a dilapidated tavern, even the wine flag near the door is crooked, half yellow and half white, turbid by the rain for a long time.But inside, it is lively like another world...

Xie Fanjing sat on the small table, silently watching the countless people around him talking and laughing loudly. They had red necks, drunkenly spitting alcohol, making the whole tavern buzzing and noisy. .

This is one of the countless small taverns in Taizhou City, but because of the cheap drinks, these down-and-out warriors and knights of the rivers and lakes regard it as a place for friends.

The veiled woman looked at Xie Fanjing.

She huddled in the corner of the table, folded her hands obediently on her knees, and lowered her head in frustration, like an angry and sad kitten...

The woman sighed in her heart and rubbed her head lightly.The palms are fluffy and soft, like a dull, little cat.

"Xiao Xie, are you unhappy?" she said.

"I..." Amidst the noise, Xie Fanjing raised his head sullenly: "Sister Xiaoyan, I..."

She thought for a while, and then said seriously: "If a person knew you before, but doesn't know you now, what should I do?"

Know you before, don't you know now?

Zhang Yan, who was called Xiaoyan's sister, frowned, and after a while, she suddenly understood.

"So that's the case." She touched Xie Fanjing's forehead that was as clean as jade, and sighed softly: "Did you ask him?"

"ask?"

"If you don't ask him face to face, how do you know if he doesn't want to talk to you?" Zhang Yan smiled: "Sometimes, there are many things that you can think about in your heart, but you can't ask him yourself..."

Ask... Do you want to ask in person...

Xie Fanjing lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.

ask……

How should I speak?

Obviously he was the one who met and saved himself first, wasn't it also him?But why are you pretending that you don't know him at all today?

Xie Fanjing thought of the restaurant in that mountain city, on the small wooden table full of steamers and sauce dishes, he gently pinched his face, smiled playfully and casually, his eyes were clear and bright, like a shallow layer of calm water light.

"Eatable bugs..."

The little hedgehog rolled back and forth in the bottom of her heart, and the hairs all over her body stood up stubbornly, pricking her bloody.Sour, shivering, but inexplicably happy... It was the first time she felt such a strange mood, and it was also the first time she began to understand something.

Like heartbeat, like liking...

Want to ask?

Xie Fanjing put the small wine glass between his hands and twirled it around, and the clear wine also spun, icy cold, like ice cubes.

It seems that many, many things are surging in my heart, but it is only for a short moment, but it stops suddenly and stops...

She suddenly remembered a scene, no matter how much she went around, she couldn't get around it.

Under the golden summer light at noon, at the moment when the beautiful red-clothed girl jumped up and held him, he clearly raised the corners of his mouth and then laughed...

When thinking of this moment, her heart shrank again for no reason, like a pot of fire that had just ignited in her heart, and was severely doused by a bucket of cold water splashed on her head.

Looking at the frustrated little head, Zhang Yan sighed softly, she drank the bottom of the glass in one gulp, her face turned as red as a peach blossom.

"Want a story?" she said.

Xie Fanjing raised his head, hesitated for a moment and then nodded vigorously.

I left the deep forest and Yakumo City two years ago.She has seen many different landscapes and made many friends.Among the friends I know, this woman who is always covered with a veil is always like a cloud of fog, like a mystery.

No one knows her life, and no one has ever seen her take off her veil.

"My family lives at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, my father is an Orion, and my great-grandfather is also an Orion..."

A smiling female voice pierced through the thin veil and rang softly.

That's a silent story.

A hunting girl accidentally shoots an arrow at a walking scholar. Amidst laughter and complaints, in the sudden torrent at the end of summer, the two people trapped in the thatched hut involuntarily approached quietly...

"He is such a pedantic and stupid stupid man. Every morning when he read aloud, he was really noisy. When he was woken up, he always wished he could just shoot him to death."

Zhang Yan smiled faintly: "But when he really died, the room seemed to suddenly become empty, empty and cold, so quiet that it was scary at night..."

"died?"

"Wandering souls in the Yin Mountains can turn into ghosts." Zhang Yan gently raised the corner of the veil, and there was an iron-like mark on her left cheek:

"For so many years, I have always regretted it. Why didn't I ask him whether he likes me or not? But after so many years, it is useless to regret. He has long since died. The answer of whether I like it or not, I will never Can't hear it anymore."

There was still a slight smile in the woman's voice, but everyone could hear the sadness in her heart, and the atmosphere became silent, a little astringent.

"The deceased is gone, can Miss Zhang not let go?"

A voice suddenly came in, Xie Fanjing turned his head and saw a scholar in dark blue and half-new Confucian shirt sighed and got up.He stared at Zhang Yan with burning eyes, his brows were full of unconcealable admiration, and Zhang Yan turned his face away.

"I heard that to celebrate Master Wuming came to Taizhou to give a lecture. Tomorrow, the Yan family and the various families will specially hold a banquet in Qingliang Palace to welcome him. I have a brother who is on duty in Qingliang Palace. He explained that at the banquet tomorrow, There will be many masters from Jiangnan and Jiangbei invited to arrange the lanterns for fun."

The scholar stared at Zhang Yan obsessively, and said with a smile, "Don't you like watching lantern festivals the most? How about going to Qingliang Palace for a banquet with you and me tomorrow?"

He hesitated for a moment, and finally noticed Xie Fanjing at the side, and reluctantly took her along: "If you want, little Fairy Xie can also go to the banquet together."

"It's up to you." Zhang Yan sneered: "If you want me to go to Qingliang Palace to meet the world, then Xiao Xie will also take it with me!"

The scholar nodded hurriedly, then overjoyed.

"By the way, I almost forgot to tell myself." After the excitement, seeing Xie Fanjing's bewildered face, the scholar patted his head: "My surname is Song, and the single name is Chi, and Fairy Xie called me Song Chi. "

"Between Xia and Miss Zhang Yan from Yinshan..."

Song Chi raised his eyes, his eyes were extremely hot:

"It can be said that it has been a long time since God has been friends!"

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In February, the spring breeze spreads over the willows, and the music of the Nine Heavens plays Yunshao.

The flowers in the back of the Penglai Palace are like brocade, and the snow in front of the steps of the Purple Pavilion is still unsold.

In the huge garden, banquets have already been lined up along the direction of the water flow, in faint or bright candlelight.Different wooden plaques are hung on the lacquered water pavilions. Young people from aristocratic families laugh softly after a long case. They are all dressed like snow and have elegant sleeves. Xie Fanjing seemed to understand his demeanor.

She lowered her head, nibbled on the sweet glutinous jade cake, and quietly put those contemptuous or mocking eyes behind her.

She didn't like it here. Everyone in the garden smiled contemptuously and disgustedly when they saw her.If she didn't want to see him, she would have run away quietly without looking back.

Time passed by, when Xie Fanjing quietly ate the third piece of glutinous jade cake.A flute sounded suddenly, as if a late-returning bird skimmed the water and threw itself into the deep twilight forest.

All the voices fell silent, and the young people from aristocratic families all held their breaths, straightened their backs, and listened quietly to the sound of the flute that came from the wind.Xie Fanjing also raised his head.

In the water pavilion in the center, in the center of the rockery made of beautiful jade and gemstones, a monk in white stands silently under the pavilion pillars, playing the flute with a cold and clear voice.

Amidst the breath-holding voices of countless people, he played gorgeously and lonelyly, like the first-class whimpering clear water flowing through the ruins of gold and jade, and like thousands of white cranes fluttering their wings, falling feathers in disorder, and rustling like snow for a while...

At the moment of a strange coincidence, Xie Fanjing quietly stood on tiptoe, in front of the folded water pavilion and the countless annoying and arrogant young people from aristocratic families.

She saw the eyes of the monk in white.

Those eyes seemed to be hiding a cloud of gradually dissipating smoke, lonely, peaceful... not the indifference and playfulness she had seen before, and also less playful and condescending carelessness.

It's obviously a person, but the eyes are strange, like two completely different people.

Xie Fanjing lowered his head silently, the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and said a name.

At the same time, in a corner of a water pavilion, a girl in red jumped up and down, waving at the sound of the flute and laughing vigorously.

"Baishu..."

"Ignorance!"

(End of this chapter)