little fox and fairy

Winter in the world goes to spring, and Zhaodianhong blooms again.

The little fox is still learning to read by Xianjun's side.But the four language symbols of the silver hook painted on iron and the flying ink are never written by Xianjun again.

Xianjun looked at the situation in the garden through the clear water in the glass cup: Zhaodian red and big flowers are blooming lively, full of branches and branches.

In the past, when the red flowers of Zhaodian in the garden were in full bloom, Xuanli would hold a feast of flowers for all the immortals to enjoy.But I like to be quiet and never go to banquets.But that guy likes to be lively, and invites himself every year, but he, without exception, refuses them all.

Now, the old man is gone, the past is empty, and it is still like a dream.

Turning his head to look at the little fox again: eyes squinted, paws spread out on the table, half of his body swaying, and he was about to knock his head when he saw it.

Xianjun smiled helplessly: Your dozing off really fits the scene.

Xianjun rolled up the scriptures and gave the little fox a slap.

"Ah!" The little fox opened his eyes in shock, and Guan Chengzi tumbled to the ground.The little fox who reacted hugged his head, looked at Xianjun, and murmured, "Xianjun, what are you doing?"

Xianjun didn't reply to the little fox's words, but leaned over to pick up Guan Chengzi on the ground, looked at the glass cup, and asked, "Would you like to take you to the garden to enjoy the flowers?"

When the little fox heard it, he immediately regained his spirits: "Really?"

Xianjun nodded: "Really".

The little fox knew the way to the garden, so he jumped and ran in front of Xianjun.The little fox who doesn't practice calligraphy is in a particularly good mood, turning his head from time to time to say a few words to Xianjun.

"Xianjun, I haven't been to the small garden for a long time."

"Um"

"Xianjun, do you think the lark's wood zhi grass has grown taller?"

"Has grown tall"

"Will it bloom then?"

"meeting"

"what colour?"

"Yellow"

"How big?"

"The size of a grain of rice."

"Is it fragrant?"

"fragrant"

……

The little fox chirped and asked all the way, and Xianjun answered him lightly all the way.

When he arrived at the place, the little fox looked at the spring-colored garden and said with a smile, "It's still beautiful here. This is where I first saw the fairy."

Xianjun glanced at the little fox beside him, remained silent, and stood with his hands behind his back: Yes, in your memory, the first time you saw me was already in front of this garden.

The little fox was running, jumping, making noise, having fun, and getting carried away among the flowers.

Xianjun sits in the Xianyun Pavilion and looks at Zhaodianhong, looking at the little fox, pouring and drinking himself: You said that when Zhaodianhong is in bloom, you have to bring wine to invite you. Now, am I fulfilling your dream for you? ?

Tired of playing, the little fox came back with a few falling peach petals.Seeing the jade cup on the stone table, I was puzzled.

"Xianjun, do you know how to drink?"

"Um"

Xianjun reached out and shook off the peach petals from the little fox's head, and pushed the jade pot in front of the little fox: "Do you want to try it? It's made from the lotus in Yingtai."

The little fox quickly waved his hand at Xianjun: "I can't drink. If I drink, my tail will turn red."

"Don't you like red?" Xianjun was taken aback.

"Who said that, I like white." The little fox vowed.

Xianjun smiled: It seems that you have forgotten a lot.

This smile is also faint, like a light cloud, rubbed in melancholy.

The author has something to say:

Guanchengzi: a synonym for brush

Q1: The name of Xianjun?

Q2: What does the red tail symbolize?

Q3: Why does the little fox say that he likes white?