Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 118 Xiao An’s Paper Crane, just fly slowly!

A cloud condensed by mist quietly came to the tung forest at the foot of Jishan Mountain. In the mist of Xianyin, you can see that there are a little less people visiting the tung forest today, and there are more literati and poets, which is quite deserted. .

Viewed from the clouds, the heavy fog turns into clusters from a high-altitude perspective. It is also from this perspective that the plum blossoms in the Tonglin forest half-covered by the fog are spectacular and vague, and the trees become One flower, and then connected into one, covered the mountain road.

This is a beauty that is difficult for mortal eyes to see.

In this mist-shrouded mountain, the figure in white clothes embraces the snow fox and disappears into the tung forest without leaving a trace.

It was already noon, and Lu Chenran was not in a hurry to go to the pavilion by the river to steal his aunt's red bellyband. Instead, he wandered along the path in the forest.

Finally, he stopped in front of a huge tung tree behind the thatched cottage.

I don't know how many years have passed on this giant tung tree, which requires several people to hug it. At this time, all the leaves have withered, leaving only countless dry branches stretching towards the blue sky.

Like a weather-beaten old man, he quietly gazes at the vicissitudes of the Buxian Mountain over the past thousands of years.

"I promised Xiao An that I would accompany her on the swing."

'What is this? It smells weird.'

It was winter, and the owl-headed wasp was quite angry with this neighbor who had just moved here not long ago. There were no flowers to get nectar in winter. She had been sleeping for the past few days, but was awakened by his movements.

From the belly of the green gourd, he poured all the remaining monkey brew from the pot into the glazed tea set. Suddenly, in this winter mountain, in addition to the fragrance of dry grass moistened by rain, there were waves of Flowery and fruity wine aroma.
After doing this, Lu Chenran raised his head, looked at the noon sun, sat on the swing, swayed for a while, thinking about all the things during this period, smiled knowingly, and then took out the peach xun and put it away. At the edge of his lips, he pursed his lips slightly.

[Tea made from Ni Lin, placed in the brew of immortality]

Lu Chenran held the rope of the swing with one hand and looked at her gently.

Listening to the tinkling sound coming from under the tree, Cat Tou stretched out his little paws impatiently and blocked his ears.

Not far away, the sound of brisk footsteps suddenly alerted Lu Chenran. He put down the peach xun from his mouth, turned around, and saw a girl wrapped in a small coat, holding a jar of paper He Yingying ran towards his direction.

'How can this person fly! ? '

The light body seemed to feel no weight, so Lu Chenran just let Lu Chenran put it on the swing, with his feet dangling in the air, and his two little feet gently rubbing against each other.

The falling snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The ears of the owl at the top of the tung tree twitched. Listening to the sound of the xun, I felt that the impatience just now was gradually soothed by the music. I narrowed my eyes in comfort, turned over, and prepared to continue sleeping. .

Lu Chenran naturally didn't know that there was a little guy on the top of the paulownia tree who was paying attention to his actions. He dispersed the clouds and mist at his feet, looked at his masterpiece, and clapped his hands with satisfaction.

Lu Chenran guessed that if this tea set was placed somewhere for a long time, it would be able to make immortal brew.

The Owl Wasp sniffed with its small nose, and then its big eyes widened, as if it smelled something incredible.

According to the description of the tea set on the title page of the Golden Book:

After doing all this, Lu Chenran took out the glazed tea set given to him by Long Jun from his sleeve.

Then its eyes followed the scent and looked at the wine in the clear glass bowl.

"Swing, do you like it?"

"Mr. Big's music is very nice! Xiao An likes this music and plays it!"

The figure looks like a cat's head, but strangely, a pair of wings as thin as cicada's wings grow on the cat's back, gently flapping in the wind, and a pair of eyes curiously looking at it. A man working under a tree.

Just when Lu Chenran was concentrating on the task at hand, a small head quietly poked out of the hole at the top of the paulownia tree.

Xiao An's little hands tightly grasped the rope of the swing, swaying gently, showing a shy smile, and then nodded vigorously:
"Ok!"

The sound of the sobbing peach xun spread throughout the entire paulownia forest from this huge paulownia tree.
It started to snow lightly.

The Owl Wasp was frightened when it saw this scene, and hurriedly hid in the small tree hole at the top. It licked its lips with its little tongue, and had only one terrible thought in its mind:

Her small body was dancing in the drifting snow, and her delicate face was full of surprise. At that moment, she was like an elf dancing happily in the snow.

"Mr. Big! You are finally back!"

With a slight movement of his hand, he dug a hole out of the center of the paulownia wood, followed the old monkey's method of brewing monkey wine from Rotten Peach Mountain, and placed the tea set in the hole of the small tree.

Soon, Lu Chenran looked at the knot in his hand with satisfaction and tugged on it. It was strong enough.

"It's really snowing!"

After looking around the paulownia tree for a while, Lu Chenran put the snow fox down, squatted down, split the dead wood on the side, and rubbed the straw rope by himself.

Her pupils were full of joy as she looked at the swing hanging on the huge paulownia tree.
"How did Xiao An know I was here?"

He stood up, and there was a cloud under his feet that supported him more than ten feet off the ground. He hung the rope on a horizontally extending branch of the Paulownia tree, and a wooden board was tied under the long rope. It was a very simple structure.

The snow gradually became heavier and fell on his shoulders, turning Lu Chenran into a snowman.

"Woo-"

Lu Chenran jumped off the swing, walked towards Xiao An in a few steps, and then picked her up gently.

It glanced at the gentleman in the white shirt with its peripheral vision, and was about to fly down quietly to find out what was going on. Suddenly, a childish voice came from its ears, which frightened the owl-headed wasp. With his wings, he hid the cat's body in the tree hole at the top, carefully exploring everything under the tree.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, carrying a faint fruity fragrance.

"Well, this tree is quite big. It should be able to hold it up. Let's make a swing for Xiao An here."

The snow marks made by the boots on the little feet were quickly covered by snow.

Although the swing is a bit rough and appears simply behind the thatched cottage, it has a different elegance.

'Did that gentleman come up with it? '

"It's just a little ugly."

Lu Chenran: "."

Then he took a deep breath and stroked her head:

"Want to play?"

"miss you!"

Lu Chenran suddenly pushed the swing while she was holding the jar in her arms. Xiao An exclaimed, holding the rope tightly with one hand, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Big is a bad guy."

"Don't you like me pushing the swing? Then I'll leave."

Xiao An quickly raised his head, his cheeks flushed, and whispered:

"Want to play for a while."

But my heart was filled with happiness. I glanced at the jar in my arms. There were already a thousand origami cranes stacked inside. My wish was about to come true!
The almost transparent eyes overflowed with the luster of longing.

Lu Chenran pushed the swing gently.

Accompanied by the snow all over the sky and the fragrance of monkey brewing, the girl wearing a coat flew into the foggy sky again and again. Her beautiful cheeks were filled with happiness, like pieces of tiny flowers. Snowflakes fell on the land.

Lu Chenran looked at Xiao An's cheerful figure at the moment, but he felt a little emotional in his heart. The happy time that Xiao An could enjoy was probably so pitiful that just a simple swing on the swing could make her reveal herself. Such an expression.

Not far away, a shadow stood there quietly, with a face enlarged exactly like Xiao An's, silently looking at the scene in front of him.

Looking at Xiao An's overflowing happiness, An Daoyun covered his heart. His cold heart seemed to be infected by the overflowing happiness at this moment.

Is this her soul? Maybe it was before.

It's just that An Daoyun can't understand it now.

Just deprive that ray of soul of its value? Is this fate kind or cruel to her? The general didn't know.

She had sat quietly next to the girl that night, watching her lying in front of the case, taking the trouble to fold paper cranes by the faint light of the oil lamp.

The general also followed her, taking the trouble to count the number of paper cranes:

'Nine hundred and one. '

"Nine hundred and three."

In the invisible sight of the girl, in the dream that Lu Chenran did not take a closer look at, there was a female general standing behind the girl. Her figure was bathed in the darkness that could not be illuminated by the oil lamp. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if God man.

"Mr. Big"

A sudden sound awoke Lu Chenran and the general in the distance from their complicated thoughts.

Xiao An turned around and looked at Lu Chenran eagerly:
“The swing doesn’t move.”

Without external force, the swing just swayed slightly in place, and sure enough it stopped moving.

Lu Chenran smiled softly, and then gently pushed her back.

Xiao An's eyes were once again greeted by the blue sky, with floating snowflakes surrounding her.
"Are you scared?"

"Xiao An is not afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?" "There is Mr. Big!"

"Huh? What's the point?"

"Mr. Da will catch Xiao An and won't let Xiao An fall to the ground."

Xiao An opened his eyes and looked at Lu Chenran seriously.

Those pupils were full of clear innocence and full of trust. These eyes contained everything about the girl and the tall man in the white shirt.

He is everything a girl child is.

"So this is ah."

Lu Chenran's throat was choked for some reason.

He gently hugged the girl tightly, kissed her forehead, and then looked at the jar of paper cranes held tightly in her arms:

"How many stacks have you made, Xiao An?"

"There are already a thousand!"

"Have you finished folding?"

Feeling the gentle kiss belonging to Mr. Big on her forehead, such an intimate gesture and the cold touch made the girl's cheeks become more and more rosy. She hugged the jar in her arms tightly and said softly:

".It's been folded."

"Then Xiao An's wish will come true."

Xiao An jumped off the swing and looked at Lu Chenran:
"Yeah! Auntie said she would."

Lu Chenran sighed slightly in his heart, and then looked at Xiao An:

"Why don't you play anymore?"

Xiao An stretched out his little hand and patted the swing:
"It's time for Little An to push Mr. Big!"

"Me? Can Xiao An push me?"

"can!"

"I'll push Xiao An."

"I can!"

Xiao An looked at him stubbornly, his pupils filled with determination.

".good."

Lu Chenran sat on the swing. In a corner where she could not see, he spontaneously pulled out a gold pen and drew a light breeze to help.

The swing started to move.

Xiao An's cheeks turned red, even with that touch of breeze, it was still very heavy.

"Mr. Big is so heavy."

"Then we won't push it?"

"Gotta push!"

"why?"

"Xiao An doesn't want Mr. Da alone to accompany Xiao An, and Xiao An also wants to accompany Mr. Da!"

"Isn't this all the same?"

Xiao An shook his head hard.

She is Xiao An, she also wants to do something for Mr. Da, and is not just a dispensable girl beside Mr. Da.
Xiao An suppressed her blush and just made the swing swing slightly, but she refused to give up. Instead, she took a few steps back and pushed hard.

This time, the swing started to move, floating gently between heaven and earth.

Lu Chenran's body also started to move.

Lu Chenran suddenly turned around, as if he suddenly noticed something, and just stared into the distance blankly.

There was no one there, but Lu Chenran was stunned as if he saw a familiar figure there.

'Is it her? '

Xiao An looked at the swing he was pushing, his pretty face was full of joy, she exerted her strength again and again, and kept saying "hey" and "ha" in her mouth, as if to encourage herself, her little face was flushed, and she was a little extra. Very angry!

"Mr. Da, Xiao An pushed the swing!"

Xiao An's eyes were widened, but his voice was breathless when he spoke.

Lu Chenran took a deep look at Xiao An, swayed with the swing, and looked deeply into the distance.

Sui Er——

An invisible wind spreads here.

This breeze blew over the small jar placed on the ground, and over the paper cranes inside the jar that had been folded for an unknown amount of time.

First, a paper crane flew, and Pu flapped its wings, and flew out of the jar with some difficulty, and ran towards the blue sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was the second one, the third one, and the fourth one.
Xiao An was stunned on the spot, and then her pupils were filled with tears of happiness. She clapped her hands and said crisply:
"Mr. Big! The paper crane flew away!!"

"Did Xiao An's wish come true!?"

"Mr. Big!!"

"The paper crane flew."

call--

A gust of wind blew by.

Paper cranes in jars are flying all over the sky, dancing in the snow and ice.

At this moment, the world is silent.

What came to my ears was the sound of paper cranes flying one after another.

They struggled to flap their colorful wings and rushed towards the unknown world, as if they were carrying a kind of sadness that alternated between joy and sadness, and had a kind of shocking beauty.

Lu Chenran's pupils shrank, and then he felt something in his heart, looking at the Tonglin not far away.

Under the tung forest, he seemed to see the figure of the female general, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

——The man under the oil paper hat has bright eyes like the moon on a lake, and his bright wrists are filled with frost and snow.

Lu Chenran's heart felt warm, and he took a deep breath, then jumped off the swing and picked up Xiao An.

"Mr. Big?"

Xiao An looked at Lu Chenran blankly.

"Xiao An's wish has come true."

Lu Chenran said softly.

On this day, everyone in Jinling discovered a wonderful scene.

The twelfth lunar month of winter is accompanied by frost and snow.

There is a line of paper cranes crossing the branches and passing through the branches. They are so dexterous that they seem to be walking through the world of flowers. The field of vision is full of beautiful flowers, blooming with such prosperity!
When you pass by the flying paper crane, you can clearly see its texture and lines. The aroma of monkey wine with a hint of ginger lingers on the tip of your nose all the time.

Occasionally bump into it and pass through it.

"What a beautiful paper crane."

"Which Taoist priest used this technique?"

A mortal took the paper crane out of curiosity, unfolded the paper, and looked at the childish handwriting on it, crookedly, and wrote line after line.

The paper cranes have the same handwriting on them.

There was a scholar who silently read his crooked handwriting and murmured to himself:

"Xiao An."

"I want to be with Mr. Big."

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(End of this chapter)