This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

Wen Zhe still knows what kind of festival Meng Lanhua will be.

When he was still in Yingriyu, Mr. Hua told him this matter as a casual chat: When all the flowers bloom in spring, there will be thousands of boats propped up on the Bibo River that divides the city into two in Bibo City, and thousands of The women sit on the painting boat, play the piano, dance the sword, sing and play the flute, in order to find their lover and concubine.

Correspondingly, there will be a Jiaolanhua Festival after autumn, and the people sitting on the boat at this time will become young talents of various families.They play drums or swords, howl or sing, which often attract boys and girls to throw sachets of flowers and fruits and boldly express their inner friendship.

"Meng Lanhua will probably start tomorrow, and it will last for seven full days. If you still want to consolidate your cultivation here, we will continue to stay in Yuemian City for two more days. There is no rush."

Wen Zhe nodded first, then couldn't help moving the chair to Mr. Hua's side, lying on the table and tracing his face over and over again with his eyes: "Actually, it's not to strengthen my cultivation. In that store, besides the mirror, I also I ordered some other things, and it will be ready by tomorrow."

Rong Xuehuai smiled when she heard the words, lowered her head slightly, and a strand of long hair behind her ear slipped down, floating gently in front of Wen Zhe's eyes: "What is that? Is it also a surprise for me?"

"Yeah." Wen Zhe nodded, couldn't help stretching out his hand to wrap around the dangling strand of blue silk, wrapping it round and round around his finger, like a black ring on his finger.

Twirling with this lock of hair, Wen Zhe's thoughts could not help drifting away, and kept diverging to the Meng Lanhua meeting that he was going to attend soon: "Mr. Hua, what will you dress up that day? Braids all over your head? On your head Hairpin a hibiscus flower?"

Rong Xuehuai imagined her attire, and was immediately amused to laugh out loud.He lowered his head a little more, letting more hair fall so that Wen Zhe could braid it freely: "Probably not. But do you want to see me dressed like that?"

Wen Zhe touched the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience: "It's not that I want to see you dressed up like that, but I think your appearance in women's clothing...is a bit unimaginable."

"No matter what kind of clothes you wear, of course Rong Xuehuai is still Rong Xuehuai." Junhua Jun smiled lightly, and rescued a large strand of her hair from Wen Zhe's hands.He pushed his hair back to the back of his head, and lay down on the table himself, gently pressing his forehead against Wen Zhe's forehead: "Could it be that if I put on women's clothes, you won't like me?"

"How could this be!" Wen Zhe immediately retorted, "No matter what you look like, you are my beloved Hua Jun."

"Yes." Rong Xuehuai took a warm hand, pulled it to her lips and kissed it lightly: "No matter what, I will always be your lover. Don't be too anxious, you just need to wait for a piece that belongs to you." That's your view."

Hua Jun's lips were hot and soft, this kiss was burned on Wen Zhe's fingers, making him numb from the root to the tip of his fingers.Especially Hua Jun's eyes with a warm smile looked at him so intently that it almost made him intoxicated.

"Mr. Hua..." he murmured softly.

Rong Xuehuai looked at him intently, even the corners of her lips raised this time.As if punishing him, he opened his mouth to hold the knuckles of his index finger, and lightly ground his teeth: "Do you still want to call me 'Huajun'?"

After comprehending the meaning of Rong Xuehuai's words, the name that had only appeared in his heart and dreams suddenly appeared on Wen Zhe's lips.The pie was too big, and the person who smashed it was so inconceivable, Wen Zhe opened his eyes wide, and suddenly understood Shen Zheng's mood in a daze yesterday like a god.

"Xuehuai..." Wen Zhe called out uncertainly in a dreamlike tone.

"Hmm." Rong Xuehuai's smile deepened, his expression was so gentle that Wen Zhe wished he could plunge into his spring-like eyes, indulge in this sweet dream and never wake up again.

"Xuehuai, Xuehuai." Wen Zhe called Rong Xuehuai's name several times in a row, and the person he liked gave a gentle response to every call.

Reading Rong Xuehuai's name, Wen Zhe suddenly remembered another thing about his own name: "Xue Huai, I want to ask you, what do you think of the name 'Wen Zhe'?"

"Fold and then stand, isn't it good?" Rong Xuehuai stroked his hair: "Do you want to change your name? If there is a name you like, then you don't need to ask for my opinion."

"No, I'm used to this name. Since Xue Huai also said so, I won't change it." Wen Zhe buried his head in his arms again in satisfaction, and asked curiously, "What do you want to call me?" What about? Or call me Wen Zhe?" Or Xiao Zhe?Ah Zhe?

Rong Xuehuai said without hesitation: "Of course it's the word Qingqing."

"Qingqing?"

"Dear Qing and Ai Qing, it's Qing Qing." Rong Xuehuai gently lifted her warm chin, and planted a kiss on his forehead like a superficial kiss: "You are my Qing Qing."

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The Meng Orchid Fair is a grand event in the entire Bibo City, and there are often people who travel thousands of miles to come here to see the spectacle.

On this day, girls without lovers will dress up and board the painting boat, while girls with lovers will often sit on a painting boat alone, and hang a row of wooden signs depicting blue waves reflecting the moon on the bow of the painting boat. , to show that flowers have masters.

And her lover will go through thousands of overlapping boats and boats carrying beautiful women one after another to find his own lover.

Rong Xuehuai also followed this custom.

Wen Zhe separated from Rong Xuehuai who was dressed in men's clothes early in the morning.According to the rules here, he has to look for a girl holding a pipa alone on the flower boat on the Manjiang River.

That girl is Mr. Hua, whom he has been thinking about for a long time, dressed in women's clothing.

There are smaller lone boats with only one girl sitting alone; there are also larger painting boats with three or four girls as beautiful as flowers and jade.They sang or danced, some of them just sat quietly with their hair down, holding a book in hand, and some hung a row of pictures of blue waves reflecting the moon on the bow, eagerly looking forward to their lovers.

But none of these girls was the one Wen Zhe was looking for.

He passed by one layer after another of light gauze curtains, and passed one after another young monks, until when he borrowed his strength on a certain blue wave, the man beside him suddenly let out a light sigh.

Wen Zhe turned his head in Xunsheng, only to see a young man with a youthful appearance and luxurious attire.This person is dressed in beautiful embroidery, with a jeweled jade crown, who else could he be if he wasn't the Peony King?

"It's you?" Mr. Mudanhua looked at Wen Zhe in astonishment, and found that the other party wanted to call out, so he quickly made a gesture of silence: "Don't break it—Mr. Honglian let you out?"

Wen Zhe nodded, looked around Mr. Peony for a few times, and said hesitantly, "Are you here to find Mr. Begonia?"

"……Yes."

"Hmm..." Wen Zhe gave another confirmation, and told Mr. Mudanhua the truth: "The person you are looking for is right behind you." The distance between him and you was less than a foot, and the bow of the boat was about to touch It's up to your pant leg.

Mr. Mudanhua hurriedly turned her head and saw Shangguan Haitang happened to be looking at him with a sweet smile.Today's Mr. Begonia Hua dressed up extraordinarily coquettishly and coquettishly. When he saw him turning around, he said coquettishly: "You have bad eyesight, so you want me to come and find you?"

Mr. Mudanhua opened his mouth, but he seemed unable to say anything in front of this face.

Shangguan Haitang had the time to ask Wen Zhe more: "Little Wen Zhe, Meng Lanhua will be a good time for a lover's tryst, you come here, does that guy Honglian know?"

Because Mr. Mudan was present, Wen Zhe opened his mouth and didn't know whether to say it or not.An old fritter like Shangguan Haitang saw through his entangled thoughts at a glance, roughly inferred a decent story, and laughed immediately: "Are you here to find Honglian? He hasn't dressed like this for hundreds of years... ...This is really pampering you."

Hearing this, Wen Zhe's ears felt hot, and he cupped his hands: "Mr. Hua, I'll take my leave now."

"Don't rush away." Shangguan Haitang raised his hand, "Congratulations on your success. This is a gift from me. If it's not enough, come and ask me for it." He casually threw out an exquisite brocade box, Before Wen Zhe took it, he sensed what it was by the breath inside.

The inner alchemy of the demon fox, he needs to extract demon power from it when he cultivates.

After thinking about the relationship between Mr. Begonia and Mr. Han, Wen Zhe still accepted the gift: "Thank you Mr. Hua."

"Don't thank me." Shangguan Haitang half-closed her eyes, and put her head comfortably into Mr. Peony's arms: "If I want to say thank you, I should thank you."

After bidding farewell to Mr. Begonia, Wen Zhe continued to search on the Bibo River. He had just passed a pink painting boat, and turned his head as if feeling something.

The breeze blew slightly, bringing up a little moist water vapor, and a small boat tied with a white gauze drifted slowly by, in which sat a beauty in snow with lightly sweeping crescent eyebrows and lightly drawn red lips.

He lowered his head slightly, and fiddled with the pipa with his slender fingers intently. The pipa half covered his delicate eyebrows and eyes, but it couldn't stop his clean and dusty temperament.

Wen Zhe could recognize him with just a back view, let alone half of his face at this moment?

Wen Zhe flew onto the boat without hesitation, and locked eyes on the "woman in white" in front of him without blinking.The boat under his feet swayed slightly due to the sudden increase in weight, Rong Xuehuai still lowered his gaze, but the lingering music of the pipa under his hand was extraordinarily gentle.

When he blinked, the pitch-black eyelashes trembled lightly like a butterfly's wings, as if wanting to inadvertently pluck at the tender heartstrings.It was only at this moment that Wen Zhe realized that the corners of Rong Xuehuai's eyes turned up, as if he wanted to draw out the admiration of others in his peripheral vision.At this moment, looking at his eyes full of smiles, Wen Zhe only felt that this person was so pure that it was almost flirtatious.

"Xuehuai..." He couldn't help calling out.

With a bang, Rong Xuehuai composed all four strings together, as the curtain of the whole music.He raised his head with a smile, his eyes filled with spring water pulsed across his warm face: "You found it."

He didn't particularly change the tone of his voice, so he still sounded male.

But this original voice made Wen Zhe have an endless desire to confide, he took another step forward, knelt down, hugged Rong Xuehuai's calves, put his chin on the other's thigh, and looked at it with a good eye Looking at him: "Xue Huai, I'm really afraid I won't be able to find you."

Rong Xuehuai smiled lightly: "Actually, you don't have to be afraid."

"how?"

"If you have been unable to find me, then it is time for me to find you. How could I not find you?" Rong Xuehuai put down the pipa in her hand, stroked the top of Wen Zhe's head soothingly, and turned to Pulling a strand of Wen Zhe's hair: "Did you know that there is a custom at the Menglan meeting called 'tie hair'."

Of course Wen Zhe knew about knots.He fixedly looked at Rong Xuehuai, unconsciously held his breath, waiting for that almost holy ritual moment.

Then, such a disgusting voice sounded behind him: "The beauty, why did you like this little boy, I am better than this little boy, I wonder if you can let me sit on the boat?"

I want to kill him!In the blink of an eye, this was the only thought that flashed through Wen Zhe's mind.

The author has something to say: *Kindly loves you, so loves you. ——"Shi Shuo Xin Yu"

Here I would like to make a statement... The phrase "sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, cherish the moths covering the lanterns" comes from Tang Seng in Journey to the West. I forgot to mark it that day. Everyone knows it_(:з)∠)_