Shanhedu

The door opened strangely, and the crows in the tree behind them jumped to the roof of the small building.

Everyone raised their heads, and there was light in a corner of the first floor.

"Are you a guest on the way?"

It was a hunched old woman with a hoarse voice.

Holding the candlestick in one hand and the corner of the skirt in the other.

Ling Xiao and Fugui looked at each other, and the fortune teller nodded before they walked in.

The old lady was very kind, and before she completely let go of her vigilance after being born a native, the old lady talked about the origin of her house.

This small building was built by her family's old man and her son. The reason why they chose this remote place is because they are not locals.

Worried about any disputes in the future, so stay away from the crowd.

Tusheng put down his guard completely, and followed the old woman to the kitchen to look for food with an empty stomach.

This place is not considered an inn, but the old lady said that people on their way often come here late at night.

The family vacated a few rooms and used them as guest rooms, which can also be regarded as an inn.

In the dead of night, Ling Xiao didn't want to disturb people's rest.

I troubled the old lady to cook two dishes and asked her to go back to her room to rest. They can clean up after eating.

The old lady looked at them, especially Jun He, who had a well-behaved face, and took out the rice wine brewed at home for them to drink.

The master went back to the room, and they ate around the half-burned fine wax.

After being full, Tu Sheng went to look for other people's rice wine, and the group carried a jug of rice wine and a few cups to the roof of the building.

The full moon tonight, Ling Xiao counted the days, it has been one and a half months since he went down the mountain.

Looking eastward with deep eyes, the vast night sky cannot see the way ahead.

Jun He held a small porcelain cup in his hand, and poured him a glass of rice wine from the clear water next to him.

It's the first time this little bluegrass spirit drinks alcohol, so I don't know if he will get drunk.

"The moon and stars are sparse, Suzaku is in the south, and the star officials will be heading east in the next half month. We're in good time."

Fugui raised his head and said quietly.

"Hey, do the math for me, when can I find my parents?"

There was a star in Tusheng's eyes.

However, after finishing speaking, he paused again, making an unhappy addition.

"Forget it, do the math for me, can I find them, or are they still alive?"

Fugui glanced at Tusheng under the moonlight, then turned his head back indifferently.

"On Geng Ri, don't ask for divination, otherwise you will be in trouble."

After finishing speaking, Fugui and Tusheng jumped their eyelids at the same time.

Tusheng was frightened by him, while Fugui sensed something.

He closed his eyes again and pinched his fingers, watching Native born talking like garlic in his mouth.

"You, you, you, didn't you say that today can't be counted..."

Fugui opened his eyes, "We are going to meet new friends."

Hearing this, the rest of them turned their heads to look at him, and said in unison: "Who?"

"Within two months, in the southeast direction, between mountains and rivers."

"Is it also sent by God to help me?" Ling Xiao wondered.

Fugui shook his head, "Secret, secret, don't tell."

"Hiccup~"

The voice came from Xiao Lancaojing's mouth, and Ling Xiao and Qing Shui, who were sitting on both sides of him, turned their heads to look at him.

Jun He drank from the flagon alone and his face turned red.

Although it was rice wine, but he thought it was because he tasted this wine for the first time, so he got hooked.

Ling Xiao hurriedly took away the jug and wine glass in his hand, Xiao Lancao Jing was already making noises in a daze, what Jun He, roast chicken and roast duck...

"Brat, don't tell me when you take my flagon."

Qing Shui scolded Jun He and filled his glass with wine.

Ling Xiao took off his outer shirt and put it on Jun He, causing Qing Shui to speak again.

She asked him half jokingly and half seriously.

"I think our Junhe is very dependent on you, what about you? Leader Ling, what do you think of our baby?"

Ling Xiao didn't expect Qing Shui to ask him so bluntly. Once he heard the question, he started to ask himself.

In the end, what kind of feelings does he have towards the muttering beautiful boy nestled in his arms at this moment.

A trace of panic crossed Ling Xiao's calm and composed face.

I don't know if Qing Shui saw it, but just as Ling Xiao didn't know how to answer, the person in his arms started to play drunk again.

"Immortal, Immortal Valley...Junhe, Junhe wants my brother to plant Junhe into the fence...fence...Where is Junhe's fence..."

He suddenly stood up from the eaves, but sat back halfway because his legs were weak.

Shouting to stay in some kind of fence, Ling Xiao didn't answer Qing Shui's question.

Go downstairs with little orchid essence.

With a smile on his face, Qing Shui watched Ling Xiao help Junhe down, and then lay down on the eaves.

Tilting up Erlang's legs, he fed himself a sip of wine with one hand.

Leisurely looking up at the moon and humming a little tune.

"Tianguangguang, Zhaoditang ~ Yue'er came out to dry clothes..."

The cool voice melted into the moonlight.

"Hey, that, you, you sing really well."

Tusheng sitting next to him praised Qing Shui for the first time.

Young Master Merry snorted, without even looking at Tu Sheng, he said proudly, "That's up to you."

As soon as Tu Sheng was about to pay back the water and said "stinky, shameless", the sound of fighting came from downstairs.

The strings between the three of them suddenly tightened, and they hurriedly left the eaves.

When I went downstairs, my ears were full of smashing and screaming.

From the looks of it, the people downstairs were menacing, so they should not be underestimated.

The author has something to say: The song we hummed in Qing Shui was changed by the little drop of roasted cold noodles. I also heard this song when I was a child.