The third uncle always wants to elope

Spring goes and autumn comes, and white horses pass by. It has been the sixth year for Sanqing to come here.

The children in the school have grown a lot taller, and even Hua Chenyue Xi has drawn a lot, and they have grown into the appearance of big girls.

The only things that haven't changed in the past six years are the plum tree that never fades in the yard and Sanqing's stature that hasn't grown in the slightest.

In the past six years, he has eaten a lot of medicinal soups and tonics. Every meal on weekdays is measured in kilograms. The children around him are all growing fast, but Sanqing seems to have stopped growing, and There is no difference when I come here, the only thing that can sustain the change is that the daily food intake is gradually increasing, and...

"Samcheong..."

Huai Shuangshu was lying on a wicker chair in the yard, with a stone table standing in front of him, while Sanqing was standing opposite him, holding a wolf hair brush in his hand and writing very seriously.

There were already several sets of words on the table, Huai Shuangshu casually picked it up and looked at it, after a while, he sighed a long time, resting his hands on the edge of the table, with a helpless expression on his face.

"What are you writing?"

Sanqing looked serious and didn't even lift his head. If it wasn't for the copybook he copied in his hand, Huai Shuangshu might really believe his hardworking appearance.

"Character"

In the past five years of the Sanqing period, he gradually began to speak, although the number of times he spoke was only a handful.

Picking up the wet paper with two fingers, the corners of Huai Shuangshu's eyes were slightly raised, and he said narrowly, "You have been copying this copybook for more or less six years, why is it still the same as a ghost drawing?"

To say that it is a ghost painting talisman is actually a compliment, but in fact, the writing on this copybook is not stable, and even a horizontal line is drawn intermittently.

It's strange for Sanqing, there is no shortage of lessons that should be attended, and there is no lack of lessons that should not be listened to, but the homework in this school has never been easy.

Huai Anxi said in his ears more than once that he suspected that the three Qings might have brain problems, and it was like this every day. After six years of whispering, they even believed Huai Shuangshu, but after careful observation, they found that the three Qings Not only is there no problem with his brain, on the contrary, he is also extremely intelligent and extremely talented. However, his intelligence is reflected in his martial arts practice. Not only that, he can learn all the big and small things in Yuyin Academy , only this knowledge is the only thing, but he can't even enter the door.

After Xiaoqiu was recalled back by the Demon Realm five years ago, he occasionally came over to guide Sanqing's kung fu moves. The usually taciturn and rough man was full of praise when he saw Sanqing. talent.

On weekdays, as soon as I arrived here, I would make a few gestures with Sanqing with a sword, and then hurried back to the Demon Realm. Huai'anxi didn't complain in front of Huai Shuangshu, saying that Xiaoqiu had no conscience. After spending so many years together day and night, Sanqing came , people were hooked away.

Hearing Huai Shuangshu's words, Sanqing took the copybook in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if trying to figure out whether it was really what Huai Shuangshu said.

The sunlight under the tree cast mottled shadows on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, shining like stars, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows set him off radiantly, and his posture was moving.

Huai Shuangshu's gaze softened a little. The rattan chair sitting under him was made by Sanqing, with a cushion on it and stuffed with soft cotton. Huai Shuangshu had a long time of lectures on weekdays, so he suffered from back pain I don’t know how this Sanqing found out about his faults, so he acted as a craftsman and made him a wicker chair, and even the cushions under this body were all stitched by Sanqing with fine stitches. It doesn't look like it came from the hands of a teenager.

Sanqing didn't see anything wrong with the copybook in his hand, so he put it on the table again.

The blooming flowers set off the quiet picture in front of me, which adds a little more meaning to the tranquility of the years.

It's just that some people didn't like this extremely beautiful scene. A beautiful pink figure rushed in, rushing to Huai Shuangshu's side in a hurry, holding a plate of dark things in his hand, and handed it to him with a happy face. in front of you.

"I made you sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Sijun, try it quickly." Feng Yingying's lips were still scarlet as usual. She likes heavy makeup very much, but it suits her very well. I lost my spirits.

Huai Shuangshu glanced at the things on the plate, and said it was sweet-scented osmanthus cake, not to mention the color, not even the shape.

Seeing that he was still not moving, Feng Yingying began to urge her again, with a bit of grievance in her eyes, she said sadly: "I spent a whole day working hard to make it for you, you can just take a bite."

Looking at her like this, Huai Shuangshu is a little soft-hearted after all, after all, they grew up together, and he has always taken care of Feng Yingying as a younger sister, but the...

Although it was not obvious on the surface, but he still hesitated in his heart, struggled for a while, and finally prepared to pick the smallest piece.

Before touching the porcelain plate, one hand turned sideways, took the plate in Feng Yingying's hand, raised it up, and poured it into her mouth, the black unknown objects in the plate entered along the plate. into his mouth.

Huai Shuangshu frowned, a little strange in his heart, he hadn't seen this picture of a hungry ghost for a long time, and it was still facing such a plate.

Feng Yingying came to her senses, and hurriedly snatched the plate from Sanqing's hand, it was all white, not even residue left.

"You! I made this for Sijun, you pay me!" Feng Yingying looked angry, her hand trembling while pointing at Sanqing.

Sanqing didn't reply, precisely because he couldn't speak now, his mouth was full, his normally thin cheeks were plump now, and his mouth made a crisp sound as he chewed.

There was a trace of worry in Huai Shuangshu's eyes, seeing this crispy osmanthus cake for the first time, he was a little afraid that he would spoil his stomach if he ate it.

"Why don't you talk! Do you think that I dare not beat you up!" Feng Yingying thrust her waist, her usually beautiful face looked a little ferocious at this moment.

Finally finished chewing what was in his mouth, Sanqing took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, slowly spread it out, and put it in front of Huai Shuangshu.

Huai Shuangshu was taken aback for a moment, looked at the handkerchief, and found that it was a few square pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is delicate in shape, with plum blossom patterns on it, he doesn't like to use this mortal food on weekdays, and the taste is extremely tricky, what can be regarded as his favorite is these small and delicate snacks.

Huai Shuangshu picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It was sweet but not greasy, and his articulateness remained fragrant.

Huai Shuangshu couldn't help being a little curious about him, besides this homework, what else he didn't know.

Seeing that Sanqing really took out a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes that were completely different from her own, Feng Yingying almost lost her temper.

"You...you are a big man, you actually do this, why are you so..." Feng Yingying wanted to say something, but seeing his appearance, she couldn't speak, so she had to hold back abruptly.

"Okay." Huai Shuangshu finally got a bit annoyed between his brows, and stopped Feng Yingying, "Didn't you just go back not long ago, why did you come here again?"

Feng Yingying pouted her red lips coquettishly, "Are you driving me away?"

"Speak business"

Rubbing between his brows, he has also started to suffer from this headache these days. When Feng Yingying quarreled so much that his headache was splitting, he could smell a refreshing fragrance from the tip of his nose.

Huai Shuangshu looked up, only to find that it was Sanqing who was burning the tranquilizing incense on the stone table, and blue smoke was floating on the hollow incense burner.

The boredom in my heart slowly stopped, and the headache also eased a little. With wisps of smoke lingering around, I couldn't help but start to relax.

"Did you get it from Chaomu?" Huai Shuangshu squinted his eyes, and there were a few ripples in his usually warm eyes at this moment.

Sanqing nodded, the cinnabar mole on his forehead made his eyebrows look more dusty.

Although his body has not grown in recent years, his face has become more and more outstanding.

Huai Shuangshu secretly thought.

The eloquent Feng Yingying finally started to talk about the serious business, "Since grandpa passed away, Huaifeng's behavior has become more and more rampant in these years. Uncle Fengting is obviously the master of the Demon Palace, but now he is overpowering him in everything. It is to bully Uncle Fengting who is gentle, polite, and has a good temper. Although Uncle Fengting doesn't think much about it, Aunt Mei is very worried. These days, the holy doctor said that she has pent-up in her heart, can't sleep at night, and always has the same strange dream .”

Huai Shuangshu's hand holding the tea bowl paused slightly, the hot smoke in the tea made his eyes darker and deeper, making it impossible to understand the emotions in his heart.

"what a dream"

Feng Yingying shook her head and said: "I don't know either, Aunt Mei doesn't want to talk to me more, but I accidentally heard Uncle Fengting and Aunt Mei talk about the fire and retribution."

Huai Shuangshu took a sip of tea, his face was calm, there was nothing unusual, and he said lightly: "Maybe the mother is too nervous, let Chaomu go back and have a look."

Feng Yingying frowned, and said: "You still don't want to go back? What did Aunt Mei and Uncle Fengting do wrong that made you not want to go back after being away from home for so many years!"

Huai Shuangshu didn't speak, and stood up from the rattan chair. Although he had been lying down for a long time, his clothes were neat and smooth without any creases.

Seeing the stormy emotions brewing in his eyes, Feng Yingying's tone gradually calmed down, "Aunt Mei is from the fairy world, and she has the same dream every night, so something must really happen. He said that he often talked about your portrait day and night behind his back, and when he went back day and night, he would also pull him to secretly ask you for news, they really miss you."

Huai Shuangshu didn't say yes or no, staring at the flourishing plum tree in front of him in a daze.

Seeing that he didn't answer, disappointment flashed in Feng Yingying's eyes, and she regained her smile for a moment, changed the subject, and said: "Oh, yes, when I came out, I heard them talk about a cultivator who came to worship Mozhong. Gong, wanted to cultivate this magic way, but Uncle Fengting let him go for some reason, it is said that the man is from the Xian Chong sect, he is very famous in the world of cultivating immortals, he should be a very powerful person."

When Huai Shuangshu heard these three words, his eyes were startled, and he murmured in a low voice: "Xian Chong sect?"

"That's right, that's right." Feng Yingying nodded, "I heard that his master is still that Wu Renlin from the Xianchong Sect."

Huai Shuangshu glanced at her lightly, and said, "Wu Renlin? But have you ever been engaged?"

Hearing this, Feng Yingying changed her face, and said anxiously: "Good girl don't mention Back then Yong, I have nothing to do with him, I only like you."

Huai Shuangshu felt a little helpless in his heart, and sighed, "I have only regarded you as my relative since I was a child. If you keep pestering me like this, the fate of this relative will have to be broken."

Hearing this, Feng Yingying's eyes became sad, and water splashed up. It was rare to have such a weak look, and her tone was not as arrogant as usual. She whispered, "I really like you."

"Otherwise, why did I repent of my marriage back then? The purpose of my repentance was to marry you."

Huai Shuangshu didn't speak any more, the usual smile disappeared from his eyes, and he looked a little cold.

"Yingying"

Hearing Huai Shuangshu calling him, Feng Yingying hastily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her head and looked at him with a smile on her face.

"I've never been your lover, not in the past, and definitely not in the future."

Hearing this, Feng Yingying seemed to have been greatly shocked. She stood there with a dazed expression, and changed into her usual smiling face for a moment, "It's okay, Aunt Mei promised me that we will get married." "

Huai Shuangshu frowned, "What she said has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Feng Yingying's ugly face, Huai Shuangshu sighed, and persuaded: "The one on Yunyou Mountain is your destiny. You missed it back then. If you can look back now, you will be able to make a good story."

Feng Yingying didn't speak when she heard this, she was silent for a while, she seemed to have come to her senses suddenly, her eyes were full of resentment, she said viciously: "I like you, you can ignore it, but you can't push me away For other people, I am not an object, let others fiddle with it, I don't even have a basic idea!"

"You..." Huai Shuangshu looked at her sad face and wanted to say something.

But Feng Yingying didn't want to hear what he said, she turned around, with two lines of tears on her face, she ran away angrily.

Huai Shuangshu sighed, and his heart became more and more disturbed. When he heard the sound of writing beside him, he realized that there was another person here. When he was about to let him take a rest, his eyes turned to those eyes that were always indifferent. A smile flashed across very quickly.

When Huai Shuangshu looked carefully, those eyes returned to their usual appearance.

Huai Shuangshu, who has always been suspicious, naturally couldn't believe that he had read it wrong just now, and became more and more thoughtful.

Was he happy just now?

Huai Shuangshu thought to himself.