The Glass Maiden

Chapter VI New Year (3) ()

In the next few days, Linglong was discussing mystery with a few senior brothers, and I didn't know what to discuss, and from time to time, she murmured with a few little ghosts.

At this time, no one was telling her face in front of Xuanji. One time she was too lazy and the other said she was listless. She was happy to close the door and sleep all day long.

New Year’s Eve in a few days, a heavy snowfall last night, blocking the newly swept road again. Early on, someone came to pull Xuanji to sweep the snow, but she just lay on the bed with her head covered and did not hear.

"Why is she still so lazy." The person who came to call her couldn't help but laugh, "Xuanji, got up."

She vaguely agreed, but didn't get up.

After a while, she felt that someone was taking pictures of herself. She let out an annoyed sigh and murmured: "It's enough to sweep the snow...and so many people..."

The man said softly: "The so-called dancing after smelling a chicken, how can a practitioner be lazy. Quickly, get up."

Xuanji was still lazy and didn't want to move, but she only felt something was wrong in her heart. The speaker's voice was low and gentle, not like Linglong. She pulled the quilt, but saw the big brother Du Minxing standing by the bed, awe-inspiring and looking with a smile. she was.

No matter how lazy she was, she couldn't help but blush at this meeting. She hurriedly sat up and said in a low voice, "Why is the big brother calling me."

Seeing her getting up, Du Minxing let her go to the outhouse, turned her back, and smiled: "Linglong has been busy these days without seeing anyone, so Madam can not find her, so he called me."

Xuanji was embarrassed to tell him to wait outside for a long time, and quickly freshened up and changed his clothes, and then went out with him, and said: "What is Linglong up to?" After that, she couldn't help but yawn.

Seeing a bunch of hair sticking to her cheeks, Du Minxing was moved for a while, raised his hand to twist it for her, and said, "Probably I plan to play something during the Chinese New Year. Unlike you, she always loves these lively things."

Xuanji didn't realize it, and pushed the door and walked out.

Du Minxing squinted and stared at her slender back in a daze. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was the real one from the child four years ago.

The Xuanji in his heart is a little girl who is worthy of distress, and occasionally makes people helplessly angry. Perhaps, it is not this lazy girl who is still light and soft like a cat.

When Bai Ju passed away, time swept away many memories, and sent many new memories. The moment she saw her, she was wearing a green spring dress, and the wind and snow all over the sky turned into a gentle spring breeze. She was the most leisurely and beautiful peony flower in the spring breeze.

"Xuanji."

He uttered the name gently between his lips, and there was a wine-like tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue, which made him tremble.

She did not hear.

She walked away.

The New Year's Eve finally arrived under everyone's expectations. Early this morning, the masters and apprentices of Qifeng gathered to the top of Shaoyang Peak to prepare a ceremony to welcome the new year.

The Jasper Terrace on the top of the mountain had already been cleaned up, and there was no remaining snow. On each corner of the Yutai, there is a kupi drum, with two keel drumsticks hanging next to it. Someone has already stood in front of it, and the ceremony will begin.

Linglong is indispensable in the annual New Year ceremony. She loves to show up the most, and she had rehearsed with a group of young female disciples early, with a bright red waist drum hanging on her waist, ready to sing and dance at any time.

It wasn't until midday that the people of Qifeng gradually came together, standing in the assigned positions, crowded and crowded, talking and joking with each other, it was very lively.

Xuanji and their few disciples of the sensitive generation stood westward, just in time to see the huge Kuipi drum on the west corner. This year it is Zhong Minyan's turn to beat the drums. Today, he deliberately changed into a red and white drummer's short suit, not afraid of the cold, with his arms "exposed" outside, his hands clasped with drumsticks, his muscles stretched, and he was very heroic.

Zhong Minyan was originally delicate, and his stature has grown in recent years, and it is more like a beautiful jade gradually taking shape. Standing by the big drum, it is really Yushu Linfeng. No female disciple around is watching him, whispering everything about him* *secret.

Xuanji was also looking at him. From returning to Shaoyang Peak to now, she didn't seem to have had the opportunity to observe him up close. I don't know if he was deliberately avoiding it, or she missed the opportunity carelessly and didn't even say a decent word.

Among the young disciples, there are many stories about him and Linglong, saying that when Linglong reaches eighteen years old, both of them will get married. This pair of golden boys and girls has completely become a good story in Shouyang Mountain. How many romantic feelings are hidden in the childhood sweethearts!

For Xuanji, those rumors only gave a faint smile. In fact, she knew who Zhong Minyan liked earlier than everyone else. From that moment on, she broke off her ignorant feeling of "lost".

Only Dao was young at the time. At that time, none of them understood feelings. There is only one him in her eyes, but there are many people around him. He will remember many people, and be moved by many people, but she is alone. Today, she is alone and has no worries, but he already has a soft spot... The answer was set four years ago or even earlier.

The ignorant thoughts of those girls back then, a touch of sadness and loss, now it seems that they can only smile.

Actually, this is great. very good.

At the distant Jasper Terrace, Chu Lei slapped his hand, and everyone was quiet for an instant. Immediately afterwards, the big drums on all sides sounded like a stormy sea, sweeping in a moment, breaking through all the barriers and indifference, and everyone's hearts were pulsating with the exciting rhythm.

咚咚咚, 咚咚咚咚...

It seems that the "tide" is beating the limbs, the blood "liquid" is flowing rapidly, the brain is buzzing, and the heartbeat is gradually accelerating. If the body is not its own, it is about to melt into the dense drums and become one of the joyful jumping inside. sound.

Zhong Minyan was covered in sweat, and the heavy keel drumstick in his hand became a part of his body. He threw it out forcefully, then threw it out again, in exchange for a fierce movement.

He struck the last drum beat hard, exhausted, and suddenly looked back, but saw the group of girls in red in the middle of the stage cheering together, beating the waist drum at his waist in unison. Unlike the deep and deep sound of the Kuipi drum, they are so crisp and flexible, like a stream smashing the rocks along the coast.

With so many people, so many red clothes, there is only one person in his eyes.

Linglong is the most colorful in red, smiling into a flower, her body dancing softly, and the red silk on her drumsticks flying up and down, like her little wings.

Huh, huh, 咣咣咣...

The new snow gradually fell again, one by one, on the red clothes, very conspicuous.

The red silk in her hand suddenly made an arc, and her waist was bent into an incredible arc, and the drums sang and danced while staying there.

There was a loud voice on the court, applauding like a sea.

The ceremony to welcome the new year ends here.

Xuanji couldn't remember how many pear blossom stuffed he had drunk that day, anyway, afterwards, everyone used it as water and poured it down one bowl after another.

The juniors of the literary generation are the most active, singing and dancing.

Linglong's secret program prepared by several senior brothers also "showed" her prominence, which caused constant laughter.

Aunt Hong's sword dance is even more dazzling.

Everything is beautiful, beautiful like a dream.

Xuanji sat quietly in the corner, poured herself a glass of wine quietly, and then drank quietly.

Without realizing it, someone watched her quietly all day.