fairy wife

The two of them are like ordinary people going out for a picnic, eating, playing, and talking.

Shi'er is very relaxed, and Qiuqiu leans on him, more relaxed than him.

The sky in autumn is so blue that it makes people palpitate, the color of the mountain top has changed from green to golden yellow, reflecting the bluer sky and greener water.

Looking at Qiuqiu and the mountain, Shi'er asked, "Do you want to go up the mountain?"

Qiuqiu shook her head: "No need. There are good things on the mountain, and there are good things here. Maybe when I get to the mountain, I thought it would be better here."

Shi'er was taken aback.

When I'm with Qiuqiu, I'm always touched inadvertently.

Qiuqiu fiddled with the fruit in the basket: "Oh, this one is a bit overripe, it shouldn't be put at the bottom just now, look, it's all dripping."

The skin of the fruit is very thin and crisp when it is overripe.Once it is crisp, the skin will break and the juice will flow out after a little touch and pressure. Those few ripe fruits were crushed miserably. The worst one only had a piece of skin left, and all the juice and flesh ran away.

Qiuqiu felt it was a pity: "Oh, I can't eat it, it must be sweet."

"It's okay, there are many more on the tree."

These fruits can't be eaten by everyone alone. Even if the birds on the mountain and the rat monkeys who can climb trees all come to help, it's enough. The people in exchange for some other properties come back.

Shi'er showed Qiuqiu the pickled glazed fruits, which were of different colors.Some are yellow and bright, like amber, while others are red and mellow, like rubies.Others may be pickled when the fruit is still green, and the color is green with brown.It tastes sweet and sour, which is different from pure sweetness.

Qiuqiu picked the tassels of long grass by the stream, wove a grass ring for Shi'er, straightened up with a smile, and put it on his head.

Even Dabai and Huo'er came together, and Qiuqiu made another one for them.Dabai's grass ring just covered both ears, while Huo'er's was... a bit embarrassing.His head was too big and bald, and the grass ring couldn't hang on his head.If it is small, it will slip off, and if it is large, it will be put directly over the head and around the neck.But he doesn't mind, it's on others' heads.He was hanging around his neck, still happily swaying around.

Qiuqiu smiled and made two small ones for him to hang on his ears as earrings. The white and fat doll suddenly looked a bit Indian.

"I used to coax my younger brothers and sisters like this at home." Qiuqiu said: "So I don't know how to weave either. One time when I was shopping, my younger sister saw a puppy made of straw, but it was just a few pieces of worthless hay. Well, I sold it for one or two pennies. But children still like this. My little sister would rather buy this than candy. I bought one for her, and she bought it after a while. If it's about to break up, I'll try to fix it tighter for her."

"You learned it?"

Qiuqiu smiled: "No way, puppies are not easy to weave, it's too complicated. But I learned how to weave. I can try to weave some simple ones myself."

She often used this hand to coax her younger siblings.And not only straw weaving, but also waste utilization.The strings and cloth ends at home are all reprocessed by her.

But since my younger sister went up the mountain, and she also left home to Ziyu Pavilion, these things are not often done.

Now picking it up again, there is a feeling of revisiting an old dream.

It's not been a few years, but when I think about it, it seems like it was a long, long time ago.

Qiuqiu was talking.The work in hand is also finished.

Shi'er could tell that it looked like a fat baby.

"Is this a made-up fire?"

Qiuqiu didn't even think about what to make up when she started making it up.After compiling it for myself, I was a little surprised.

Shi'er asked if this was Huo'er, and she answered vaguely.

Actually...it's not Huo'er.

What she thought was actually her own business.

The possibility of her and Shi'er having offspring is very slim.

Shi'er said she didn't mind at all, but Qiuqiu always felt that this was a huge shortcoming.

Qiuqiu put the fat baby under the cloth pocket in a disguised manner, pulled the grass stems casually, and quickly made another small basket.

The pale yellow grass stems fluttered and bent between her dexterous fingers, turning into the shape Qiuqiu wanted.

This basket is just good-looking, like the kind of backpack that girls often carry in Qiuqiu's previous life, with a small mouth, a big belly, and a cover on the mouth.Cute is very cute, but if it is packed with fruit, it would be good if it can fit three or four.

"Very cute." Shi'er softly picked up the strap of the small straw basket with her fingers.

"It's not practical, it can't hold things." Qiuqiu looked at the fruit on the branch.It's always a pity to let them fall off and fall to the ground after being familiar with them.

Shi'er smiled and offered a trick: "If you want to pickle fruits, let Huo'er help you collect some and take them home, which saves effort compared to picking them yourself."

Qiuqiu thought that Huo'er might not be reliable in doing things, but when he thought of the scene when Huo'er was lifted upside down and poured things down that day when Huo'er didn't take shape, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Maybe Huo'er really has a unique skill in storing things.

As soon as Huo'er heard that he could be useful, he happily moved towards Qiuqiu on his own initiative.

Qiuqiu picked him up and said, "Come on, let's bring some fruit home and pickle it to eat."

The word "eating" greatly aroused Huo'er's enthusiasm, and he worked very quickly without being urged.

Qiuqiu has a special talent for making food.How to dry it, how to marinate it, the heat should be properly controlled.Of course, if Huoer and Dabai were not always around to make trouble and steal food, it would be more worry-free and trouble-free.

She had already heard about Yonghui's disposal.

Heard what wind punishment is?

She didn't understand what kind of punishment this wind punishment was.The word Feng sounds elegant and elegant, but if there is a punishment behind it, it must not be a good fruit.

But when the executioners came, she saw them.

Qiuqiu immediately understood why the prisoner's face changed when everyone talked about it.

They were expressionless, and they were clearly standing in front of people, but people couldn't tell what they looked like.Their stature was exactly the same, and they were also wearing the same gray robes. They stood there silently, lifeless and without any sense of existence, just like a line of wandering spirits.

It was evening at that time, and the cold fog was getting thicker, and the figures of these executioners seemed to melt into the fog at any moment.

Yonghui was wearing a plain blue cloth dress, and her hair was tied up casually.

She no longer looked old, and Qiuqiu almost didn't recognize her.

No wonder Elder Zheng said that Yong Hui was an outstanding beauty among the disciples of that generation, and her beauty lies more in her charm than in her facial features.

And Mingyuan...

He turned out to be bald.

What's more, the bell-shaped burqa he wore looked like a monk's.

Next to her, Elder Song explained to her: "The master and apprentice follow the path of Buddhist cultivation."

Looks like a really well-matched couple.

Qiuqiu stood there watching from afar.

Originally he was worried that Mingyuan loved Yonghui so much that he could give up his life, but now that Yonghui was going to be executed, would he accept it?

If it is not complete, he will say another sentence: If I will be tortured with her.

But the expressions of the two of them were very relaxed and calm, so calm that they didn't look like lovers who were about to be separated.

There was even an indifferent smile on Yonghui's face, as if she was not going to be executed, but to go to a spring banquet as easily.Mingyuan also didn't show that he was heartbroken.

In short, the reaction of the two of them was too calm and calm, not like lovers promised by life and death.

It feels completely opposite to when I was in Changwei Valley.

Yong Hui raised his head and looked this way.

Of course, her eyesight has recovered now, and her pair of water-cut pupils look radiant and moving.

She said something to Mingyuan, and then said a few words to the executioner behind her, then turned around and walked quickly towards Qiuqiu.

"Miss Qiu."

Yonghui bowed deeply.

Of course, it was impossible for Qiuqiu to accept such a formal gift, so she hurriedly returned the gift.

"Miss Qiu, the wrong thing I did earlier, thank you for your tolerance and generosity, but I still feel uneasy."

"No need to do that." Qiuqiu said, "In Changwei Valley, you have already apologized."

"That can't be counted. At that time, the apology was more like an expedient measure to beg for life. What happened back then was that I was narrow-minded, jealous and jealous, and even almost killed you. Miss Qiu, I really feel sorry for you. Feel sorry."

"It's really nothing." Qiuqiu shook her head and said with a smile, "I don't remember anyway, so just pretend it never happened."

Yonghui also smiled.

This Senior Sister Yonghui is really arrogant.

Although Qiuqiu saw her, she was either in a miserable state, or she was so humble and polite now, but Qiuqiu could feel it.This senior sister Yonghui is a very proud person in her bones.

Even if she bent down and touched her forehead to the ground, her arrogance became more and more rigid.

Qiuqiu looked at Mingyuan who was staring towards them, feeling a little puzzled.

She still felt that the reaction of the two men was too calm.

Yonghui is about to be executed, and he doesn't know if he can come back, or if he can come back alive.

Why is Mingyuan so indifferent?

Yong Hui also glanced at him, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

Yonghui smiled at him, turned her head and said softly, "He said, he will wait for me to come back."

Uh, Qiuqiu thought, there are many kinds of true love.

The inseparable life and death of these two people before, and the meeting together now, are all different manifestations of love.

Yong Hui followed the criminals and left, Elder Zheng patted Ming Yuan on the shoulder: "Okay, you can go back too, come out before your body recovers properly, if you continue like this, it will take you a lot of time to completely restore your old outlook." day."

"Thank you, Elder Zheng, for your concern."

Mingyuan's face looks very open, and when he smiles, he has a sunny and handsome feeling.

Among the pile of facial paralyzed, icebergs, and white-faced scholars, Yong Hui has really good eyesight to find such a distinctive sunny handsome guy.

Mingyuan also came over and called out very politely: "Miss Qiu." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)