I Qinghuan gl

Everything seems to be unexpected, but it seems to be reasonable.

I don't know when it started, but my state of mind has changed a lot. It used to be as calm as still water, but recently, my emotions are always ups and downs.Some are happy, some are sad, but it's all because of that one person.

I often think about what I was happy about and what I was sad about in the past, but I can’t remember a single one.

Occasionally, I would also think that I will be with her in the future. The two of us have walked through the past hundred years holding hands, admiring flowers and warming wine together, watching snow and reciting poems together, and traveling the rivers and lakes together.And in the past hundred years of joy, she has become more mature little by little, her beauty has bloomed to the extreme little by little, and her face has aged and faded little by little, leaving me with only a handful of loess in the end.

And I, I still have hundreds of years, and my face is still.

For the first time, I feel that it is a joyful thing for two people to grow old holding hands.If I were a normal person and so much older than her, then I would be older than her.This is just right. At the age of 50, I will let her grow the first gray hair; at the age of 60, I will give her a crutch;In this case, I will try everything for her first, and when she is old, I can teach her one by one, so that she will not be so at a loss.

Because I am her master, I should teach her everything, shouldn't I?

Qing Huan lay in my arms, lazily and coquettishly, I could clearly hear the words she muttered.

I quietly buried my face in her hair, took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance of her hair, and said in my mouth, "What did you say?"

She murmured: "Nothing."

"...Stingy." I smiled lightly and drew back my hand, closed a handful of her black hair with both hands, and tied her hair with the hairband that was washed a little white.

"What nonsense are you talking about, why am I being stingy..." Qing Huan muttered and turned slightly sideways, grabbing a corner of my clothes, "You belong to me alone, if you talk to others, I will naturally...get angry. "

"Then what should I do? Locked in the room, I will only let you see it for the rest of my life, can't I talk to you alone?"

"That's a good idea. You can try it when you return to Beiping." Qing Huan raised her face and looked at me with a smile, the bright red cinnabar between her eyebrows danced happily, burning her eyes like a thin smear of red sun.

I just tied her hair carefully with a smile on my face.I just thought in my heart, it would be great if this time never passed.

I have never said a word of love to her personally, but in my heart, I have long been obsessed with her.

"Master." Qing Huan called me again.

"how?"

"If I call you Master all my life, will you mind?... I know that there is more than just a master-student relationship between us. I can call you by more names when I am alone, but I don't want to. I just want to call you Master, call me forever, okay?"

I gently stroked her long hair and replied softly: "Of course it is good."

"Why don't you ask why?" She grabbed my hand and gently stroked the thin callus on the outside of my right index finger.

"As long as you like it, it doesn't matter why."

She didn't speak, just smiled more happily, kissed my fingers lightly, and kept murmuring: "Master...Master...Master..."

My ears were a little hot. When I lowered my eyes, I saw a cluster of beautiful and lovely flowers growing in the crevice of the stone at hand. I picked a few of them quietly and put them in Qinghuan's hair.

We stayed by the creek for a while before we headed back.Junqiao, beside the carriage, has already arranged everything, just waiting for us to come back before we can start.

These days, Junqiao's face has always looked a little tired, presumably it is because of the numerous affairs of Luanhuagu that suppressed her.She lost her mother at a young age, and now she is about to lose her father. She is obviously a poor woman who should stay by the bedside of her sick father and cry bitterly, but now she is suppressing all the emotions in her heart and running back and forth in the rivers and lakes.Weighing the pros and cons, deliberating and negotiating all depend on her alone.There are prominent figures in the Jianghu, who didn't secretly shed bitter tears.

We got into the carriage together, Junqiao, Qinghuan and I sat in the carriage, while Wuji sat outside and drove the carriage.The interior of the carriage is very spacious, with sufficient supplies, like a shrunken mobile home.

To pass the time, Junqiao brought out a game of chess. The board and pieces were specially made, and the board was magnetic to prevent the carriage from shaking and messing up the game.

So they played chess and chatted like this, and the time passed quickly, and two days had passed in the carriage before they knew it.

Although there was a lot of food in the carriage, after all, there were six mouths, which were almost consumed after two days, so Junqiao sent Wuji to stop in this small town to replenish food and rest for a night.

This town belongs to a corner of Fengjia City. The town is surrounded by peach trees on all sides. The town is not big, and it seems that it is not a place where troubles can easily arise.

Junqiao paid generously and asked for six rooms for six people.After getting ready, we went to our respective rooms to rest.Because there were so many people, I didn't say anything to Qing Huan.She seemed a little tired. After going up the stairs, I stood at the corner of the stairs and watched her quietly enter the room alone. After a while, I went to my own room.

It was cold at night, and the sheets in the inn were quite thin.I lay on the bed after the shower and pulled the quilt over my shoulders, but I still felt chilly.

There were two sudden "knock, knock" sounds at the door.A trace of joy penetrated my heart, I hugged the quilt halfway up and said: "Come in."

Qing Huan looked like she had just bathed, she was only wearing a close-fitting underwear, her long hair was loose, and her whole body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of water mist.Holding the moon-white gown she wore during the day, she closed the door carefully with a smile on her face, and walked towards my bed.

"Master, are you still asleep?"

"Fell asleep, woke up again." I looked at her, and took a dry towel beside the bed, "Come here, I'll dry your hair."

She was very obedient, and sat on the edge of the bed according to my words, still stroking her robe with her hands, and said: "I came here to ask, do you have any needles and threads in this room? I didn't know where it was before, accidentally I scratched a small hole in the sleeve of the dress, and I want to mend it myself."

"I just met on the table over there, I'll bring it to you later." I knelt on the bed, straightened up, and rubbed her hair carefully.

"Master, your body smells even better after taking a bath." Qing Huan grabbed a corner of my sleeve and said with a smile.

I bowed my head and didn't answer.From my point of view, her tightly closed skirt was slightly opened, and there were still tiny drops of water on the exposed white and moist skin. The dim candlelight was reflected on it, which made people feel itchy.

Since when did this child grow into such a troublesome appearance?

I only know that time has polished her more and more steadily, and her words have become more and more gentle. She has grown up bit by bit, her thinking has become more mature, and she knows when to do things and when to say something.But I have never noticed that what is "feminine" can be seen in her.

Qing Huan noticed that I stopped and turned to look at me.I put the towel aside, pinched her chin, and lowered my head to kiss her.

There seemed to be a smile on the corner of her lips, and then she hugged my waist tightly with one hand, stroked the side of my face with the other, and secretly pushed me down a little bit.When I was completely sitting on the bed, she raised her body slightly again, covering me all over.

Following her movements, the Liuyu hanging from her neck with a black rope fell out of the skirt, and just fell on the side of my face, as warm as water.

This piece of jade is fused with my own blood.

And she has worn this piece of jade close to her body for so many years.

After kissing for a while, Qing Huan turned her face to the side and hugged me tightly, she was still panting slightly, she pressed her lips to my ear and whispered: "I was in the room just now, and the weather was a bit cold, thinking about your usual My body is already cold, so I will come to you with the excuse of taking a piece of clothes, whether it will be warm or not for a long time."

"I know." I replied softly.

"Then I'll stay here to warm your bed. If I accidentally fall asleep later, remember to wake me up early tomorrow morning. Otherwise, it will be a little bad for Master Shaogu and the others to meet." Her hand touched mine. Hair, rubbed it lightly, pulled me to lie down, and pulled the quilt intimately.

She looked a little tired, and she seemed to be holding something in her heart.

I didn't close my eyes, and quietly watched her fall asleep with closed eyes, and watched her slowly breathe evenly and long, and fell into a deep sleep.

I nestled the corners of the quilt carefully again, and found a comfortable position to sleep next to her.

I have always been a light sleeper, waking up before dawn the next day.Qing Huan was still sound asleep, with one hand on my waist, breathing slowly.I carefully moved her hand away, arranged my clothes, and slowly got up.

The sky outside the window was misty, but luckily the candles on the table were still burning.I put on a single shirt, found the dress that Qing Huan brought last night at the foot of the bed, and found a small tear at the cuff.

Although she came to me with an excuse and slept with me, but the things she could casually use in her subconscious mind must have a basis.That's why I thought last night, I'll take a look at it before dawn, if it's really broken, I can mend it for her.

I always feel that I have done too little for her, and I am not good at expressing too strong feelings. Many times I will be a little worried that if I can't speak, she will be unhappy.But I don't really worry because I know she loves me and will never really get bored of me.

I found a needle and thread, and I sewed carefully by the slightly dim candlelight.But I have never held this thing for more than a hundred years, and I rarely see others use it, so it is a bit laborious to sew.

After a long time, thanks to the fact that the hole was not big, I sewed it tightly and intact.

After putting the clothes back to the original place, I wanted to go back to the bed and continue to rest. When I went to bed, I happened to see Qing Huan turn over slightly, the jade around her neck was tilted out, and the crystal red jade was spread out on the warm and greasy skin, conspicuous tight.

A thought suddenly appeared.

With a smile on my face, I gently took off the Liuyu around her neck, went back to the table, picked up the embroidery needle from before, used some internal energy to go up, and carved a small script on the Liuyu:

Wish to be like Liang Shangyan, see you every year.

It is a very simple wish, if it is realized, I will have no regrets in this life.

I took the jade and looked at it carefully, walked back to the bed, and carefully helped Qing Huan put it back on.

Maybe my hand was too cold and accidentally touched her neck. She murmured something softly and opened her eyes in a daze. hold me.

I didn't know what happened, so I had to hug her back: "Why, did I wake you up?"

"No... I just had a dream, a very bad dream..." Her voice was a little hoarse, and there was a little bit of crying, "Hey...is it dawn?"

"It's not clear yet, rest for a while?" I stroked her long hair distressedly to comfort her.

"No...don't sleep...what were you doing just now?"

"Nothing." I replied flatly.

After being silent for a while, her breathing seemed to be calmer, and her tone became lighter: "Why don't you ask, what dream did I have?"

"Since it's a bad dream, it doesn't matter much."

She chuckled slightly, her tone was a bit weird: "Master, do you have anything to hide..." She paused, then closed her mouth again.

I didn't know what she wanted to say, but I didn't ask.

After a long time, Qing Huan asked again: "Master, do you hate me for ruining your Tao?... You have been practicing Taoism for more than a hundred years, and I should not have been in your fate. If I didn't intervene, You still practice your way..."

I interrupted her leisurely: "Qing Huan, you know, the world's so-called Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. But now for me, everything is inferior to you, so what's the use of my cultivation?"

She hugged me even tighter, and after a while, I felt a burst of moisture on the side of my face, clearly her tears.

In the end, I am just an ordinary person, and in the end, I still rebelliously say what is the use of cultivating the Tao.

But I hope that I can see her every year, be safe every year, and live up to the past.