Miss Qingan every year

"Zhan Bi Qi Ao, Green Bamboo Yi Yi. There are bandits and gentlemen, like cutting like sharpening, such as cutting like grinding, seizing and humming, and humming.

Zhan Bi Qi Ao, green bamboo green.There are bandits and gentlemen who are full of ears and are as good as stars.Se Xi Xi Xi.Hey, hey, there are bandits and gentlemen, so you can't be deaf in the end.

Zhanbi Qiao, the green bamboo is like a scorpion.There are bandit gentlemen, such as gold and tin, such as jade and jade.It's wide and generous, and it's heavy and heavy.Good at joking, not abusive. "

There was the sound of reading in the school, and the birds chirped softly outside the school, and they rested on a tree branch not far away. Who would have thought that it had only rested for a short time, and suddenly a hand flicked it down under the tree. Fortunately, it spread its wings, With a pounce, it didn't land on the ground.

It flew to a branch and saw a boy sitting there.The young man glanced at the bird with slightly upturned eyes, then threw the leaf in his hand towards the bird, then frowned and hurriedly said: "Go, go, see what a fart." After finishing speaking, he turned his face away. , Continue to watch the man secretly from the tree.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, the bird actually went to play tricks on him. After pecking him a few times, he was forced to fall under the tree. Face to the ground, back to the sky, that looks really interesting.

Qing An, who was reading a book in the school, finally stopped because of the sound. He was puzzled, stepped back a few steps, and then turned to look outside the door, only to see a boy in blue lying under the tree.

Qing An was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly put down the book in his hand, and ran to the door to help the young man up. When he saw the young man's face clearly, Qing An was helpless and angry at the same time. But I couldn't help but worry, falling from the tree... I don't know how painful it must be.

"Master." Le Wan lay in Qing An's arms, smiling softly.

"...I thought you wouldn't come today." Qing An lowered her eyes and reached out to rub his back for him, "Does it hurt here?"

"Ha, I came here only because Mr. Fu stopped looking for you." Le Wan raised his hand and touched his nose.

"How can you talk like that." Qing An frowned.

Le Wan curled his lips, and then answered Qing An's last question: "Master, it's not my back that hurt me." His tone was very aggrieved.

"Where's the injury?"

"Face..." At this point, the corners of Le Wan's lips suddenly curled down, putting on an aggrieved and pitiful look, then put his arms around Qing An's waist, rested his head on Qing An's shoulder, and said aggrievedly, "Master ... Kiss Tuer, Tuer won't hurt anymore." At the end, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, raising a sly smile.

However, as soon as the wolf finished speaking, he was pushed away by Qing An. Before he could react, Qing An had already returned to the school to teach the book and reread the poems in the book.

But the wolf was sitting on the ground with a look of disappointment on his face.

The sound of the students reading in the school reappeared, and those verses also fell into the wolf's ears. He picked up a stone and carved words on the ground: there are bandit gentlemen, like gold like tin, like jade like jade.

That wolf's handwriting is actually not correct, and even a little crooked, but it is much better than the previous handwriting that was too scribbled to be read.

Finally, with a wave of his sleeve, he swung the stone down under the tree.At this time, the wolf was sitting outside the door, with his chin resting on his hands, looking at the writing on the ground with a smile on his face.

He naturally knew what the poem meant.

There are handsome gentlemen, as bright as gold and silver, as gentle as jade.This is the meaning of the poem, he has always felt that this sentence is very appropriate to describe Qing'an, and he still remembers that when he met for the first time one year, he also looked at Bi Qiao, and the green bamboo was like a scorpion, the man was walking among the green bamboo in white clothes In the middle of the day, because of the light rain, holding an umbrella in his hand, the rain was like a curtain, making the figure even more hazy. Looking back, he couldn't help but startled.

Later, as the poem said, there are bandits and gentlemen, and they must not be despised.

When Qing An stepped over the threshold, Le Wan just got up from the stone steps, the corners of his lips slightly raised, he wanted to smile at him, but he pretended not to see him, and just brushed past him with his hands behind his back, his smile gradually faded Confused, the corners of his lips drooped, his face full of disappointment.

Suddenly, the man turned his head and said with a slight smile: "What are you doing in a daze? Let's go, I will make a pot of good tea for you today and taste it carefully." Also blows with the wind.

"Okay." Hearing this, Le Wan was overjoyed for a moment, and took a few steps forward before reaching Qing An's side, reaching out to take his hand, and interlocking his fingers.

The ten-mile long street is still bustling.

Le Wan and Qing Anxu walked on the street, chatting with each other, but Le Wan couldn't resist his curiosity about Fu Zishu, and suddenly asked: "Master, Mr. Fu is married... what are you going to give?" Congratulations?"

"Jade."

Jade? !Could it be that his and that Fu Zishu's names would be engraved on the jade?Could it be that Master really still likes that Poor Immortal up to now, and still has never forgotten about that Poor Immortal...?

Thinking of this, Le Wan turned his face away, glanced at Qing An's profile, and then turned his face back, sighing helplessly in his heart.

Whether it is or not, as long as he is still with this person, it is enough.

"Master, I want jade too," Le Wan said.

Qing An glanced at him, "You wolf, what kind of jade do you wear? It doesn't suit you very well. Another day, I will weave a pair of straw sandals for you as a teacher..."

Le Wan smiled, lowered her head and kissed him lightly on the face to interrupt: "If that's the case, it would be very good. After all, disciples are naturally very happy with the things that master made by hand."

Qing An was speechless.He originally wanted to annoy that wolf, but...he was actually annoyed instead.

Le Wan raised his hand to touch Qing An's back, and then asked: "Master is in a good mood today, but what happened?" Otherwise, how could Qing An be so leisurely joking with him.

"Oh, what do you think?"

"I guess they met me."

"...What's the point of guessing? Walk faster, because the teacher wants to rest early." Qing An's face suddenly became slightly embarrassed, she only lowered her eyes, and quickened her pace a little.

Le Wan pouted, and then hurriedly followed.This master, why has he never understood...

Under the peach tree in the palace, there is a chessboard, and there are two gods playing chess, laughing and chatting, and what they are talking about is naturally about other gods.

After talking about Chang'e, Yuelao was involved again, and finally, Emperor Zhenwu was mentioned.After talking about the matter, as soon as the chess piece fell, he picked up the porcelain cup at hand, moistened his throat, and continued.

This time, Emperor Wenchang was actually involved.

"Hey, do you still remember Wenchang Emperor Qing'an?"

The fairy under the peach tree raised her eyes, "Why?"

"You know, he was demoted to be a loose fairy before, but he lived a leisurely life in the mortal world, being a nerdy gentleman, and there is a wolf demon waiting by his side, tsk tsk." He put down a white puck, shook his head with a smile and continued. , "However, this leisurely life is not long..."

The fairy glanced at him, and when he was not paying attention, he twisted Bai Zi away, but when he stretched out his hand, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Hey! If you do this again, I won't play chess with you next time!"

"Cut, let me go first!"

"do not want!"

……

The two immortals started to quarrel.Uh... it's really interesting.

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