Qingqiu is difficult

I originally thought that Lu Xinyi would actually act like an educator, chanting scriptures and preaching like an old monk. Unexpectedly, she pointed to the small stove next to the stable.

"There is newly stewed meat in the pot and two pots of good wine. Go get it and clean it up. I'll change my clothes and take you to a nice place!"

Zijing's eyes widened, but in a flash his face showed joy and he walked happily towards the stove.

After he had finished serving the meat, he took out the two jugs of wine. When he turned around, he saw Xin Yi wearing a blue dress. Although it was still made of coarse linen, the plain clothes set off her slightly sweaty skin. A few strands of hair slipped out randomly and stuck to the temples, making her look even more unpretentious.

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water and is carved naturally.

As the sky grew dark, Lu Xinyi and Zijing climbed up the stairs at the back. In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the roof. For the sake of grandeur, the roofs of the Duke's mansion were all high and brand-new. There were squatting figures on the eaves all around. Stone Beast, the two of them were sitting on the ridge of the house. Fortunately, the house in the stable was not as high as that in the atrium, and the slope of the roof was much gentler. Zijing tied his front collar in his belt, looking like a wanton young man.

Unfolding the meat, they each held a wine flask, and Lu Xinyi took out another piece of dog meat from his arms.

Zijing said in surprise: "You are not..."

Rolling her eyes, she said bluntly: "At first I thought you were cruel and unscrupulous, but then I thought, nature is about the weak and the strong, so what's wrong with that! Everyone has their own enjoyment, I don't like it, I can't force you not to like it either. .”

Zijing looked at the dog meat: "I... don't like eating it that much, mainly because you are worried all day long, and I don't want you to be tied down by something..."

Lu Xinyi suddenly raised his head, raised the wine bottle and took a big sip, wiping the wine stains on his chin: "It's not that I have a lot of worries, it's not a responsibility, but whatever my heart desires, I do it willingly and happily!"

Zijing put away the dog meat and raised the wine bottle to Xin Yi: "Since you have no complaints or regrets, I shouldn't force you to live according to my wishes! After this incident, I only hope that you and I can live happily in the future. Hurry up, Xiaoxiao unrestrainedly!”

The two of them gnawed on the lamb bones for a while, drank wine and chatted with each other, how happy they were! Seeing the sun setting in the west, silver hooks in the sky, and stars hanging over the fields, Zijing drunkenly raised his hands and said:

"I've had a lot of fun today. I didn't expect that this little girl like you is quite good at telling jokes!"

Xin Yi waved his hand and half-squinted his eyes: "You're not bad at all! All the monsters from all over the world are rotten in your belly. No wonder you are victorious in every war! Tell me the story of Qingqiu when you are free some other time! "

Zijing rolled her eyes bitterly: "You know Qingqiu! Isn't there a handsome man? All the beauty of a man lies in..."

"All the beauty of a man lies in his waist!" Lu Xinyi suddenly shouted, and the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground. Seeing that it was about to slide down the ridge of the house, Zijing immediately squatted down to catch the wine bottle. Turning around, I saw a drunk face close at hand.

For a moment, there was only the sound of breathing and heartbeat in the air, so quiet that you could even hear the blinking of stars.

Zijing swallowed, turned away and said secretly:

"My waist is pretty good too!"

After this farewell, Zi Jingdu did not come for several days. In the blink of an eye, the third month's salary had been collected. Xinyi waited at the door every day, thinking of saying goodbye to this little friend before leaving, and kept waiting. It took half a month before I saw him walking slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Only this time, his steps were gentle, as if he had been seriously injured.

Lu Xinyi hurriedly greeted him. As soon as he walked in, he immediately returned to normal and said seriously:

"Why, I haven't seen my brother for a few days. I must miss him!"

Lu Xinyi saw that he was full of energy and couldn't find anything unusual when he looked around. He just thought he was dazzled and took out the money bag from his waist and said:

"Puxin. The Japanese girl just received her salary a few days ago. How about inviting you out for a feast?"

He grinned and said, "Iron roosters can also pluck their feathers? You should take a look." Xin Yi rolled his eyes at him, and the two of them immediately rode out of the backyard on a horse.

Today's temple fair was very lively in the city. Men and women seeking marriage in front of the temple were lined up all the way to the bridge. The two of them did not want to mix with the old men and women praying for the safety of their children and grandchildren. They just looked at the colorful things on the marriage bridge. After a while, he walked towards that direction.

There were portraits on the bridge. Zijing was stunned by the paintbrush in the old man's hand. He couldn't help but stop and stare. Lu Xinyi had never seen such elegant and charming gongbi paintings on the street, and the price was not expensive, so he pulled it. Zijing lined up behind the portrait person. When the person stood up, he pushed Zijing up.

As soon as the old man put away the painting, he saw such a young man and woman sitting in front of him. He couldn't help but smile and said:

"Two people can get a discount of two yuan if they join the painting together, and five yuan for a single painting."

Xin Yi waved his hand: "I don't need it. I'm ugly, so I can just draw him!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said these words, Zijing pulled her to the side and sat down, and said angrily: "Why do you let me enter the painting alone? Do you want me to be lonely all my life? Old man, just paint a double painting!"

"okay!"

Lu Xinyi couldn't help but feel angina due to the scattered eight coins. Zijing glanced at her and cursed secretly:

"King of Digging!"

Unexpectedly, just when the old man was about to finish writing, he frowned and raised his head to look at the two of you.

"You two are so far apart, I'm afraid the paper won't fit on the page!"

Zijing's eyebrows were filled with ecstasy, but she pretended to calm down Xin Yi, who was looking aside: "Hey, enlarging the paper width will cost extra!"

As soon as he heard the money was added, Xin Yi hurriedly pressed close to him, and the two immediately rubbed shoulders, sleeves touching sleeves, so intimate!

Feeling that she was a little too close, she tried to move out again, but unexpectedly a hand suddenly appeared on her other arm. The old man understood and said:

"Hey, by the way, don't move the portrait!"

As he spoke, he immersed his head in the painting. Xin Yizhi couldn't bear to move, but before he painted a few strokes, he raised his head and frowned at the two of them.

"Both of you, especially this young master, you put your hand on the girl's arm, and the two of them sat upright, like brothers who were going to bow to you, you..."

"Ah? What should I... do?" Zijing was also a little panicked. He saw the old man running out from behind the case with a pen, grabbing Zijing's hand and trying to put it on Xin Yi's hand.

"Wait!" She suddenly remembered this kid's strange skin allergy, took out the gauze from her clothes, and gently covered her hands.

He didn't care at all, he smiled happily and gently covered it with his hand.

The old man just thought the girl was shy and continued painting without saying anything.

For a time, the water birds under the bridge were in pairs, the breeze blew over the lake, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on the water. The warm wind made the tourists drunk, and the people on the shore were in groups, very lively, and their cheeks were red. There was a golden light in the eyes.

But what people care about most is the warmth of two people's hands passing back and forth within that layer of veil.