What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

Qin Liu had seen the old man who set up a stall on the street before, and the red braided thread was constantly interspersed in his hands, interweaving small and exquisite peace knots.

He squatted at the grandfather's feet, watching eagerly, the grandfather glanced at him, and found him a small bench, so he sat on the small bench happily, and when Xianjun found him, he It has been a long time since I made up the peace knot.

The ones Xianjun wanted him to weave, but he didn't give them to him. He sold them at the old man's stall. He is very talented. When he visited the old man's stall in the afternoon, all the things he wove were already sold. drop.

Quite proud of the marrow-washing herb, she kept her chest up for the next day, and went back to the cave with great pride. While Xianjun was meditating, she took out her own leaves in a small corner, and weaved an ugly marrow-washing plant for Xianjun. Grass.

He thought that as long as he learned how to weave, he would be able to weave all kinds of things, but he scratched his head and formed a strangely shaped grass, with leaves of different lengths and unevenness, which is strange of.

Qin Liuben planned to destroy it casually, because it was too eye-catching, but Xianjun touched it from behind.

He jumped to ask for it, and shouted: "Give it back to me."

Xianjun stretched out two fingers, touched his forehead, and smiled: "I have decided not to want it anyway, how about sending it to me?"

His Taoist robe fluttered, and the smile on his lips soaked into his dark eyes. Qin Liu's movements slowed down unconsciously. He was a little happy in his heart, but his face was tense, and he couldn't see it at all.

He just turned his face away and peeked at Xianjun from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was hanging the ugly pith-washing grass on his waist.

Qin Liu pretended not to care: "It's too ugly, it's not good-looking."

After putting on the marrow-washing grass, Xianjun fiddled with his fingers twice, feeling quite good: "It's quite ugly."

The corners of Qin Liu's mouth curled up in an instant, and he went to snatch it unhappily, but Xianjun dodged sideways, and heard him say, "But I like it."

However, once when Qin Liu lost his temper and was pestering Xianjun, he accidentally collapsed the ornament, and he made another peace knot for him. The marrow-washing grass was replaced by Xianjun, probably lost. .

When listening to Huan Lu's talk, Qin Liu thought of such a thing. If there are immortal kings, the general must also have them. He sat in front of the table, picked at the pile of leaves on the table, and looked for them. Out came a leaf that he thought was the most beautiful.

He shook his wrist slightly, and the tough leaves instantly turned into extremely thin strands, which spread out in his hand, and Qin Liu twitched a few strands.

Twist into a strip, and then start to weave.

He still made the peace knot, first of all, he only knows this, and second, he later heard from ordinary people that this peace knot is very particular and has a very good meaning.

He has a good memory, even if it is a long time ago, as long as he recalls it for a while, he can clearly understand it, and in three or two strokes, a small green safety knot is formed, which looks like a bracelet, because the general's combat uniform seems to have no place to hang it. Done.

Qin Liu hid the hand strap in his palm, and then pressed the button on the wall according to the method the general taught him. As soon as his hand bounced off the button, there was a knock on the door immediately.

Hearing the person in the room shout "Come in", Qin Han immediately recognized the fingerprints and went in. At a glance, he saw the little benefactor's bare feet stepping on the floor. In the soft quilt.

Qin Liu asked him a little strangely: "Why don't you give me the slippers at the door?"

Qin Han was silent for a while, unable to find an explanation, so he changed the subject: "What's the matter? What do you need from me?"

He came in in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to change his slippers at the door. The military boots left a few shallow marks on the floor. Qin Liu said softly, "It's dirty."

The general had no choice but to find a mop, cleaned it himself and changed his slippers, then returned to his bedside and asked him, "What happened?"

Qin Liuchao moved inside, leaned his back against the wall, and patted the edge of the bed. When he saw the general sitting down, he straightened up solemnly, with a very serious face: "I'm sorry."

It was the first time for the general to see his white face full of serious expressions, the corners of his mouth curled up, and then the little benefactor patted his hand on the quilt.

Qin Liu glared lightly at the general, and then seriously conducted a self-examination: "I shouldn't have searched for your video, you...someone told you..."

He originally wanted to say "you", but thinking about the fact that the general has no memory now, he changed his pronoun: "He said that everyone has a past that they don't want others to see. I shouldn't be like this."

Qin Han's videos can be found on the Internet at any time, and he is used to it. If it was not Qin Liu, but someone else was watching today, he might not pay the slightest attention.

"You're just curious." The general comforted him in turn, "Besides, I'm not angry."

Qin Liu shook his head: "I can't ask the truth out of curiosity. If you love acting, then I can applaud your video."

But he knew that Qin Han was not. When he came to Xianjun before, he had already stood above ten thousand people. He had never seen Xianjun before, and he didn't know if Xianjun would be like the general. Gritting your teeth against the past stage.

He was just a little sad, and wanted to blow away the self who was laughing while watching the video.

His voice was low: "I know you don't want to."

Qin Han smiled, bent his back that seemed to be always straight, and touched the head of the little benefactor: "No one forced me, the performance was voluntary, and the video was shot with my consent, I have no reason to refuse you to watch , after all, the original purpose of filming has been achieved.”

The smile on Qin Liu's face was half drawn, and when he heard his last word, the satisfied smile froze on his face again. He was silent for a while, and suddenly went to grab the general's hand strap: "If you don't forgive me, return it to me." I."

Qin Han firmly clutched his wrist, and then stuffed the little benefactor back into the quilt. The light above his head was a little bright, and Qin Liu couldn't help blinking when he looked up at him, which was covered by his hand.

The general let go of his hand after adjusting the light for him, and the warm light source sprinkled on his face, he said gently, "I forgive you."

Qin Liu became happy in an instant, and the light in his eyes gathered after a "moment", flickering in his green eyes, and in the eyes of the general, it was brighter than the lights.

Then the general looked at the little benefactor who seemed to have regained his vitality, and asked him expectantly: "Then can we sleep together tonight?"

Qin Han: "..." He didn't understand how the topic turned to sleep.

It's very simple in Qin Liu's heart, Qin Han is unhappy—sleeping in separate rooms—he apologizes—Qin Han is happy—sleeping together!

So he grabbed the general's wrist and dangled in the air: "Sleep together! Sleep together!"

Qin Han: "..."