Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

He held her hand slightly and led his beloved junior sister up to Gongyue Bridge step by step.

"I remember we often did this a few years ago. When you first came to Piaomiao Sect, you didn't dare to cross the Hongqiao alone, so you asked me to hold your hand and walked back and forth on the Hongqiao over and over again. The fellow disciples who passed by looked at it as strange. Look at us."

"When you first entered the Piaomiao Sect, you were so small and thin that you didn't look ten years old at all. Wuzhou was only seven years old at that time, and you were half a head shorter than him."

He held his lips and smiled, and the afterglow traced his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his lips on his profile.

"It seems like in the blink of an eye, we have all grown up."

He stopped and raised his hand to gently help her tidy up the hair on her temples.

"This laurel suits you very well."

"Senior brother," she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes as clear as when she was a child, "I didn't mean to do it last time. I was afraid that you would have a grudge against me, so I didn't ask you to come to Fancheng with me..."

The night slowly drifted up from the west, and there were more people around. He led her down the arch bridge, and his voice blew by her ears along with the gentle night wind.

"I will never hold a grudge against you."

The breeze is gentle and the bright moon rises in the east.

There were more and more people on the shore. He found a boatman, and after some discussion, he took her on the boat and took her on a small ferry to the lake.

The sound of oars under the boat made a splashing sound, creating small waves around her. She reached out to touch it.

The hull tilted suddenly, and just as she was about to collide with the sparkling water, her hand was pulled, and she turned back into an embrace full of agarwood.

The bow of the oar entered the water, making a "plop" sound, and then a slight wave rolled up in her heart.

She raised her head and met eyes full of concern. She hugged him and buried her head in his shoulder.

"Brother, we have grown up."

She murmured in a voice that looked like she was drunk even though she hadn't drank any alcohol.

"You never hugged me again."

Without the oars, the boat drifted slowly, and the night gradually fell over the lake. Compared to the noise on the shore, silence spread around.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the coolness from the blow rushed to her skin, and she couldn't help but hug him tighter.

Even so, he didn't break any rules and didn't reach out to hug her back, he just let her hug her.

"The wind is so cold."

"It's the east wind. In spring, the east wind blows through the blooming flowers, and it also means spring breeze."

"Senior brother is knowledgeable and talented. I heard that Hua Qianshu has a poem about fighting. If senior brother goes there, he will definitely win the praise of the whole house."

She sat up and smiled playfully, lifting her hands from his waist and hugging her senior brother's neck. Their eyes met, and the person opposite him looked helpless.

"There are many talented people in the world, and there are not many people who are into Taoism in poetry. Senior brother can't write poetry, and has only read a few poems."

"Why don't you, senior brother, think of some words that use the east wind as a guide, and I will cheer for you?"

He looked at her serious expression and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You are still the same as when you were a child. Okay, then let's use the east wind as our guide. Junior Sister Bo will cheer for me alone."

The wind around her was also quiet, and the moonlight was gathering into the clouds. Although they were face to face, he still couldn't see her expression clearly.

I only remember the little girl in my memory, who was so bright and beautiful that her eyes were vivid. When she was a child, she would only follow behind me and call her senior brother.

His low voice slowly blended in with the gentle rippling sound of water.

"Wish the wine to the east wind, and let's be calm together"

——"Senior brother, please don't walk so fast, I can't keep up!"

The girl's sweet voice came from behind him. He stopped, but felt the person behind him bump into his back. He turned around and saw her eyelashes glistening and rubbing her red nose.

……

"Chuiyangzimoluochengdong"

——"Senior brother, what is this?"

The girl's beautiful eyes were as big and as black as grapes, and she was holding a huge needle-tailed wasp between her fingers, with the tip of the tail glowing with a faint blue luster.

"Junior sister, let go quickly!"

"Ah, senior brother! Wuwuwu."

"I'm the one who got hurt, why are you crying?" The young man hid his swollen hand in a funny way, and raised his other hand to wipe away her tears.

……

"We always join hands and travel around the world."

——The girl seemed to have grown taller and stronger during this time. She stepped into the senior brother's yard lightly and attacked the white peacock that she had been coveting for a long time.

"Chirp!"

The peacock's chirping quickly broke the silence. She saw the right moment and quickly plucked two peacock feathers and ran out of the courtyard along the corridor.

Fortunately, he was not discovered by his senior brother.

The young man resting on the corridor in the courtyard slowly opened one eye and glanced in the direction of the courtyard door, with the corner of his lips slightly raised.

……

The boat sailed into the lotus leaves and stopped slowly, blocked by the dark green.

His eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his eyes were like the bright moon. The bright moon was looking at her at this moment, but it was not as cold as the moon. It seemed like it was only lighting up her.

"Senior brother is so amazing!" She came back to her senses and stuffed the laurel she had been holding on her side into his arms.

The fragrance of laurel lingered on the tip of his nose with a cool dampness.

"The ship seems to be unable to move."

The young man raised his hand slightly to seal the secret, and pinched it with his slender fingers. The boat moved slightly. After sailing out of the lotus leaf, it moved slowly towards the shore.

The girl sat across from him, thinking that something might happen to the ship. She wanted to touch the stone pillars and wait for the ship to shake.

In so many worlds, this was the moment she suddenly wanted to keep.

But in the end, this long and short journey ended smoothly, and the ship docked.

A figure appeared on the shore, which made her wake up from a dream.

"Come on, Zhi'er, I'll take you to watch the fireworks!" A young man in a delicate blue shirt raised his hand to her.

She took a step and jumped to the shore, and Yi Muyang, who was staggering, happened to hold her up. They were both wearing blue clothes, which made them look particularly good.

But she subconsciously turned to look at him standing on the boat.

The moonlight made his face dim and unclear. Under the lights of the ferry, she could not see his face clearly for a while. She could only hear his voice like a sigh lost in the sound of water waves. His open lips were closed. Silence again.

Before she could ask any questions, Yi Muyang, who was beside her, pulled her and ran into the crowd.

Seeing the two silhouettes disappearing into the crowd, Mu Qing also raised her legs to go ashore.

[System prompt: The heroine Bai Zhi's favorability is increased by 10, and the current favorability is 50. 】

[The setting value of the two men is increased by 20, and the current value is 20. 】

"Sir, your flowers."

Along with the system prompt tone, there was also the boatman's inquiry.

The boatman jumped on board to inspect and then picked up the missing laurel stick and handed it to Mu Qing.

The laurel branch has clusters of small pale yellow and gradually white flowers crowded together, and the yellow stamens look particularly pleasing.

"Throw it away."

The night breeze blew slightly, and the dusk clouds followed her hair and brushed her indifferent eyebrows.

The boatman silently put the laurel stick into the water as the guest said. He even squatted down, as if he cherished the laurel stick.

The swaying water patterns quickly disappeared, and the laurel branch slowly drifted with the current, away from the shore.

Turning around, he saw several spiritual stones placed on the bow of the boat, and the boatman smiled widely.

At this moment, many people have gathered at Gongyue Bridge, and the fireworks feast of Hua Qianshu is about to begin.

Mu Qing stood on the bridge with one hand on the stone railing. Not long after, a purple figure appeared next to her.

"It sounds like words from the human world. There should be a second half. What is it?"

She didn't answer and lowered her head slightly, as if thinking about it.

……

On the other side of the Hua Qianshu Poetry Stage, among the crowd, one could instantly spot Gu Lingfeng and several Piaomiao Sect disciples. The ones beside them were Yi Muyang and Bai Zhi.

"I thought you couldn't catch up!"

"It's okay if you can't catch up, it'll be nice if you can watch it with her!"

"Don't be mean to us. The last question is about to begin."

The gong sounded, and the audience fell silent, leaving only sporadic whispers.

The waiter-looking man took out the last red scroll and unfolded it.

"This last question is the answer to the origin of our Hua Qianshu and Luo Xing Lake!"

"Hey, this officer is really fast, please!"

Yi Muyang, who was selected, said loudly,

"The east wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down. Stars are like rain, BMWs and carriages fill the road with fragrance, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long!"

……

The admiration here seemed to finally recall the second half of the sentence, she opened her lips and whispered,

"Gathering and separation are painful and hasty, and this hatred is endless."

……

"The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance."

……

"This year's flowers are more red than last year's."

……

"I searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly I looked back and saw that she was in the dim light."

……

"It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. I don't know who I will be with..."

……

"Congratulations to this judge! You won our Hua Qianshu lottery!"

Yi Muyang held Bai Zhi's hand tightly as the waiter shouted loudly. His cheeks were slightly red and he kept looking at her just after he read the last sentence.

She...can understand what I'm thinking.

[The target of the strategy is to increase Yi Muyang's favorability by 10, currently 55. 】

The fireworks above suddenly exploded, Mu Qing raised her head, and the splendor of the night sky fell into her eyes.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the Hua Chao Festival companion story, plot points +5, current plot points are 45]

“It looks like this year is off to a good start.”

"Agree."

He Yubai stroked the fan gently and praised it verbally.