I bent the devil

When he gave the sword box to Song Qingyi, there was not much joy or surprise on his face, his expression was so indifferent that Gu Jiu thought that in fact, Wang Er told himself that Song Qingyi had always wanted this sword for a long time. The sentence is complete nonsense.

When scratching his head in doubt, he naturally didn't notice the depth in Song Qingyi's dark eyes.

But in the next few days, he did feel vaguely that Song Qingyi's attitude towards him seemed more relaxed and natural than before, although he still didn't talk much.

Recently, the town is buzzing, with a kind of joy of everyone putting up lanterns and festoons. It has been several nights in a row. From the wide open gate, Gu Jiu can see children running past in small groups, laughing.Cheering and jumping, it seems that there is some happy event.

But looking at the surroundings that are already desolate and desolate without a little red, or the atmosphere of the festival, I am not sure.After all, Gu Jiu, as a modern person, has no idea about other solar terms except for the big festivals such as the Spring Festival.

What's more, this is a completely unfamiliar Dazhou, and it's not clear whether there are solar terms that Gu Jiu is familiar with.

It wasn't until I heard what Wang Er said that I realized what was going on.

The rich families who were kidnapped by the bandits were kidnapped by the bandits two days ago, and Song Zhishang, the young master of the Song Family Fort, went up the mountain with an accompanying expert, killed the bandits, and rescued them safely.

In order to thank the young castle owner of Songjiabao, the big households in the city put up a large floating banquet, all free for three days and three nights, and there are lanterns to watch at night, it is as lively as a festival.

Even for those who live in the back seven alleys in the east of the city, this is even more joyful than New Year's Eve.

You don't need to spend a penny, you can eat for free, and maybe you may not be able to eat dishes in your life.The meat is such a big piece, so fat and delicious, the oil will flow down the corner of the mouth after one bite.

And that fish, it's not just a catfish that's as long as a finger and so small, so long... Hey!They are as long as arms!

Oh, there are also steamed buns made of white flour. If you go early, you can grab big meat buns!

"I'm not going." Song Qingyi sat down on the porch with his eyes closed, and gently wiped the sword with a cloth. This was a habit he had developed since he got the sword.

The cold, undulating tone made the dancing Wang Er and the excited Xiao Zhu who always hang out with Wang Er stiff for a moment, and at the same time looked at Song Qingyi as if they were looking at a fool.

"Hey! Song Er! Why don't you go!? It's free! And it's all good things." Wang Er felt that since Gu Jiu appeared, Song Qingyi's irregular convulsions have become more and more frequent.

"We used to..." He still wanted to talk about the experience of beating each other to death for a bone that even a dog didn't bother to chew, but was interrupted by Song Qingyi.

"The past is the past." With a slightly raised voice, Song Qingyi raised his head when Wang Er was about to say the past, and when he met his stunned eyes, he slowed down and moved his eyes slightly away. "...now is now."

"Okay, okay." Inexplicable anger rose up, Wang Er laughed angrily, nodded and said yes. "You are different now, right? But don't forget Song Er, without these pasts, we would not be able to live now."

Song Qingyi lowered his head and pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of coldness and embarrassment on the corners of his lips.

How could he not understand what Wang Er said?

he just-

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could vaguely see Gu Jiu who had been standing by the side without speaking.

...he just is.I don't want to see contempt in that person's eyes.

He didn't want to make Gu Jiu look down on him.