Shanhedu

With a chuckle on Ling Xiao's face, he stared at the little blue grass spirit who was waving at him.

"I can't guess, what's in Jun He's hand?"

The complacent Jun He grinned and parted his two clasped hands.

One navy blue and one dark red string bracelets lay in the palm of his hand.

Xiao Lancao held a dark blue bracelet with two delicate silver bells and handed it to Ling Xiao.

Cheerfully said: "This is given to you by Junhe, thank you brother for feeding Junhe with water and picking fruits."

Ling Xiao looked at Lan Caojing's eyes that seemed to be embedded with countless stars, and his heart trembled twice.

Such an innocent Junhe is so cute.

Jun He didn't know that Ling Xiao had these twists and turns in his heart, and he wanted to put things on people's wrists when he was focused on holding things.

The small silver bells bumped into each other, and the sound was clear and crisp. Ling Xiao lowered his head, watching Jun He's determination, he was concentrating on playing with the little thing.

Just as he was about to ask him where the bracelet came from, another clear water came in from the door.

He took a playful look at Ling Xiao, then walked to the table and sat down, pouring tea with one hand.

"The little goblin asked for two gadgets for nothing because of his good looks. I thought one of them would be given to my companion who kindly took him out. Who knows..."

He glanced at Jun He who was still concentrating on putting on the bracelet, and said lightly: "Forget it, forget it, I can't help it, I can't do anything about turning my elbows out."

Qing Shui didn't really blame Jun He, but he was not forgiving, and Ling Xiao had to realize what kind of relationship he had with Jun He now.

After the bracelet was fastened, Xiao Lancao raised two eyebrows and explained to Ling Xiao.

"Qingshui lied, it was Junhe who saw that these two bracelets look good, and that uncle wanted to give them to me."

Hearing this, after drinking the tea, Qing Shui held the teacup again to play.

"Yes, yes, you look like a statue lying in front of someone's stall, and you look so childish, they have the nerve to send you away..."

Jun He let out a dissatisfied grunt from his nasal cavity, and turned his face to look at Qing Shui, who couldn't justify himself.

Ling Xiao just thought it was funny, and looked at the little orchid grass spirit who was a little angry and patted him on the shoulder again.

"Don't do this in the future. Uncle, it's not easy. If you still want to buy something, remember to tell me, or ask me for money."

"Well, I got it, brother." Xiao Lancaojing lowered her head as if making a mistake again, with a sullen voice.

Ling Xiao smiled lowly. Originally he wanted to touch the little thing, but he was concerned that there was still clear water in the room, so he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

Jun He replied, raised his head, and returned to his previous clingy temperament.

"Brother, do you want to go to the street with me? There are so many new things out there."

The "maid's family" at the side felt annoyed and amused seeing Xiao Lancao Jing about to start pestering people again.

The little thing had a taste of love for the first time, and it was very easy to put himself completely on others.

But I'm afraid Junhe still doesn't know what his feelings for others are called.

As for the attached Leader Ling, Qing Shui did not dare to jump to conclusions.

He just felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar, and he didn't want to think about it further when he recalled the old things that were so old.

Wei Wei stood up with a changed face, and went out without forgetting to tease others.

Deliberately leaving Jun He saying "little white-eyed wolf", and swaggering out.

After noon, Jun He stopped yelling and wanted to go out, to meet the scorching sun in the sky, and was taken by Ling Xiao to learn Chinese characters in the room for half a day.

A predecessor's seven-character quatrains puzzled Xiao Lancao Jing for a long time, and she was able to write and memorize it after stumbling, and Jun He's small face was about to wrinkle into a ball.

Ling Xiao attributed this to the fact that Jun He knew too few characters and needed more practice in the future, which scared Jun He to "escape" very lively and go out to play with the native students.

In the morning, Qing Shui and Jun He bought a pair of flower cards made of thin wood and carved on the street.

Xiao Lancao Jingjian has never seen that thing before, and Qing Shui, a veteran flower card player, threatens to lead him to the top.

It turned out that it took more than an hour to teach Jun He to recognize cards from scratch.

Qing Shui was a little worried about his big words, after all, everyone was present, and he felt his face start to hurt.

Flower cards require three people to form a game. Ling Xiao was taught since he was a child that this kind of game should be kept at a respectful distance in the Ling family.

He sat next to Junhe and saw that he had played a round without any major problems, so he complimented him and went back to their room to read.

The rich natives who joined in the fun were left behind, and the three of them who played cards sat in the Qingshui room and had fun.

The game continued to be noisy from the end of the meal until the first watch, Xiaoyao put down the useless thin wood piece in his hand.

Rubbing his stomach and frowning, he said, "At this time, there should be night food on the street outside, right?"

The three of them looked at each other, and finally decided to go out together to find something to eat.

The native who didn't want to go out with Sao. Fox sat cross-legged opposite Fugui, listening to him talk about a set of gossip stick techniques that he could practice with his Canglang stick.

The watchman carried a lantern and disappeared from the corner of the street. Jun He and the three of them were dressed in elegant clothes and had extremely outstanding faces. They wandered in the quiet street like immortals.

The sharp-eyed Xiaoyao first saw the peddler walking away carrying a cage, and the light hanging on a shoulder pole was weak and getting further and further away.

He raised his hand and pointed, "Hey, hey, go far away..."

As he said that, he was already chasing after his night food with the wind under his legs, and the oil-paper umbrella hanging on his waist swayed with his master.

Seeing Xiaoyao chasing someone, Junhe also foolishly ran over, and the rest of them, Qingshui Youzai, who thought the two of them were worthless, followed behind.

Xiaoyao, who ran across the corner, leaned on the wall to pant, wrinkled his forehead and looked around, but he couldn't find the peddler.

"Hey, the duck with its mouth full is gone."

There was a sudden cool wind blowing from the main street outside, Xiaoyao's long silver hair was blown up, and Jun He ran to him.

"Why don't you run?"

Xiaoyao, a god in the heavenly world, has never worried about eating and drinking, but now he has no immortal skills, and he has no strength to learn, and he has never studied it deeply.

The days in the human world were extremely difficult, and his mobility was not as good as that of a child who went to the street to sell soy sauce and vinegar.

Looking sideways at Jun He, who was more delicate and weaker than him, he complained, "It's not because you run slowly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Shui, who followed in big strides, began to yell at him.

"You are the one who wants to eat, and you are the one who can't find anyone. What's the matter, you can't bear the hunger, and you want to eat people?"

"Then, it's not entirely my fault..."

Qing Shui answered the words quickly, grabbed Jun He's sleeve, turned around and was about to leave.

"Of course it's all your fault. Anyway, we came out with you to find food. Now some people despise us, Junhe, don't accompany you to look for it. Let's go back and find your elder brother Ling Xiao."

Xiao Lancaojing was dragged away by Qing Shui in a daze, and was dragged away by Kugualian Xiaoyao before taking two steps.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, two good guys, help me find it quickly." Xiaoyao said while lying low.

"Hmph." Qing Shui turned around.

A gust of wind stops, and another gust rises.

The three of them were just about to walk down the street when they heard someone singing.

The melodious and miserable voice was exactly what Jun He heard in the middle of the night a few days ago.

His back was hairy, Jun He's small face was tightly wrinkled, and his hands were firmly grasping the clear water.

The voice trembled, "Yes, is it a ghost?"

They all heard the voice, the tone of the old man was so long, it was strange and desolate, it could be called complaining, ghost, screaming, humiliation.

Xiaoyao also felt apprehensive, and put Qing Shui's shoulders on his shoulders as if attached.

Looking around tremblingly, there is nothing strange except the singing in his ears.

"We, we. Let's go back, I'm not hungry anymore..."

A bigger fair face and a smaller fair face both pulled Qing Shui, the fair face who is not afraid of ghosts.

He looked at the two men in disgust.

He said angrily, "To make such a fuss, why are you afraid of ghosts? I'm afraid you have never seen a villain before."

The two fair faces trembled and did not dare to speak.

"Countless, this is someone's mischief, don't be afraid!" Qing Shui comforted them.

Jun He wanted to cover his ears, but he didn't dare to let go of the hand holding Qing Shui's clothes, his lips trembled, and his face was pale.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes facing the main street saw the creepy scene, and he took a few steps back dumbly, his legs limply sticking to the wall behind him.

There was a chill all over his body, and his mind went blank.

Seeing his bloody face, Qing Shui had the illusion that "my child is a worthless coward", and turned around to see what Jun He had seen.

Curiosity drove Xiaoyao to turn his head, and after turning his head, the two of them were speechless.

Isn't it living. Seeing. Ghost.

On the originally empty street, a huge team appeared out of thin air.

She was dressed in plain onyx, and sixteen "people" in the middle were carrying two red coffins!

The "person" walking in the front was holding a shengyu in his hand, whistling and beating but no sound could be heard.

The only thing that came into my ears was the miserable singing from afar, Jun He and the three of them couldn't move their legs anymore.

The horrifying picture was vividly displayed in front of them, and the team walked through the main street neatly.

Jun He could clearly see the "person" at the tail of the team, his feet were just floating on the ground.

His whole body seemed to have been immersed in an ice cave for thousands of years. Jun He held his breath, holding his hand firmly on the wall, and his eyes fell on the person at the end of the team.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the thing turned back as if it had been notified, with a blank expression on its face, like a trapped animal.

The pair of withered and lifeless eyes on his face met Jun He's gaze.

Xiaoyao, who was standing against the wall, saw the thing turning back, and screamed "Ah!", the little blue grass spirit next to him was already so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

Qing Shui finally couldn't gossip anymore, swallowed hard in his throat, pulled up Junhe who was on the ground, turned around and ran back!

A muffled thunder thundered from a distant mountain, and fierce dog barking immediately came from the yard by the street, and the miserable singing gradually disappeared.

The stairs of the inn made noisy noises due to the hurried footsteps. The three of them ran up to the second floor out of breath, but saw an even more frightening scene.

The person who followed the mourning team just now stood in front of each guest room.

Everyone is holding a bamboo basket wrapped in red cloth in their hands, trying to knock on their door!

Jun He's face was numb and trembling, he gasped for breath and couldn't speak anymore.

Xiaoyao tugged on Qing Shui's clothes with both hands, ignoring the yelling in the middle of the night.

"Rich! Rich!!"

As soon as the voice shouted, those dirty things disappeared like a gust of wind.

In the guest room next to the stairs, Ling Xiao opened the door first and came out.

Seeing the three of them in a state of distress, they immediately walked to Jun He's side.

Lan Caojing's eyes were moist, and she rushed directly into his arms.

Over there, Fugui came out wearing an undershirt, and Tusheng stood at the door and closed his eyes and yawned.

There was already a mess on their side, and the only clerk in the inn suddenly ran down from the third floor for some reason.

His hands were stained with glaring blood red, his face was beaded with sweat, and he was extremely anxious.

"I'm going to kill someone, I'm going to kill someone!"

The author has something to say: ??? A small theater on a certain day:

??The host (baked cold noodles)

?? "Please put a "label" on the protagonist of the article (the camera turns to Mrs. Ling Xiao, who is cuddling and hugging and popping) that matches the image of the two of them in your eyes."

??/The microphone is passed to the other protagonists sitting in rows/

?Qing Shui who was fanning, "Tch, that Ling Xiao, he is our Jun He's father, and he is as tired as a father with a baby all day long."

Tusheng, who ate steamed buns dipped in sauce, "What is a label? I don't know, and you don't write ancient Chinese on the grilled cold noodles? Where did this microphone come from..."

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? (The microphone is turned to the other people by the grilled cold face covered with black lines)

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???????The richness of eating melon seeds, "Ling Xiao, chivalrous and tender.? Jun He, cute, motivated."

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???Baked cold noodles: "Okay! Applause!? Add drama to class representatives!"

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?? Carefully wiping the umbrella, Yuelao Xiaoyao, "Well...they have finished talking... Oh, they are a match made in heaven anyway!"

???Baked cold noodles: "You are old for nothing this month!"

??? The camera turned to the person involved ——————————

???Okay, (°ー°〃) Leader Ling carried his little daughter-in-law into the room, locked the door, and closed the window...

??Those two seem to have no time for interviews. See you next time (.???)?

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