After being picked up by Daxian

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival for people to get together.All the good meals and dishes at home, melons, fruits and snacks are taken out, and the family reunite at the table, just to enjoy the full moon in the sky and enjoy the joy of family.

The mortal world is already the beginning of the lights, and every house reveals bright lights and warm laughter.

Going deep into the distance, in the foggy environment in the deep mountains of Penglai, I saw a blue figure slowly walking into the corridor and walking to the door of a room.Gently open the gap in the door.A pale green figure was in front of the desk, concentrating on it, as if he was copying something.

Sensing the arrival of an outsider, Hengqing put away the scroll vigilantly, raised his eyes slightly, and saw the snow falling behind the door, and even pretended to be calm, quickly put away the pen and paper, and smiled slightly at the person: "This time Why did you come back so early?"

Xue Jiang didn't seem to see Hengqing putting away the pen and paper, but just opened the door, walked slowly to Hengqing's side, leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Of course... I miss you." It was a malicious breath that made the people around him tremble.

Hengqing hurriedly pushed Xuejiang away, although his complexion remained unchanged, a faint blush had already appeared from the base of his ears to his cheeks. "speak nicely."

Xue Jiang also put away his teasing thoughts, just walked to the window lattice, turned his head slightly and said, "Have you forgotten what day is today?"

"Today? It's not the day we met, Ziguang's birthday party just passed, you won't go to Xianle Club, and Bi Fang's birthday hasn't arrived yet..."

Seeing Hengqing's pensive look, Xuejiang shook his head helplessly, and just pinched Hengqing's cheek. "Of course not. What are you pretending to be in your head. What I'm talking about is the Mid-Autumn Festival in the mortal world."

"Mid-Autumn Festival?... Ah, I see." Hengqing's thoughts turned for a while, and she suddenly realized.Looking out of the window, a bright full moon hangs clearly in the dark night sky, sprinkled with countless holy silver lights.

Thinking of the stories and legends about the Mid-Autumn Festival, Hengqing couldn't help sighing: "The imagination of the world is really wonderful... But a full moon can trigger so many reveries and create so many popular poems. And the story... from the full moon to the family reunion, it can be said that it is not ingenious."

"When I was inspecting the world today, the people on the street were much thinner. Most of the houses were brightly lit, and I thought it was a family reunion around the table. Before we fought with Rong Jing, it was an extremely rare scene of peace."

"Yes. Now, they have also got their own destination. What we can do is to keep this peace and joy. Let there be no turmoil in this mortal world, so that everyone can reunite happily." Heng said emotionally.

"So, seeing the reunion of mortals, I think we should also take a moment and have a good reunion." Xue Jiang walked around behind Hengqing, lightly bit the earlobe of the person in front of him, and felt that person's body tremble.

"Don't mess around..." Hengqing felt something was wrong when the sensitive parts were bitten like this, and was about to get out of the man's embrace, but heard the sound of the scroll slipping down.I saw that the pen and paper I had put away just now were turned out by Xue Jiang without anyone noticing.The picture scroll slid down and was completely presented in front of the two of them.

The person on the scroll is gorgeous, sitting in front of the stone table.I saw the chess pieces on the table, and the cups and cups were lightly held by plain hands.The man only showed his side face slightly, but it was already breathtakingly beautiful.The breeze blows off countless petals, and the broken petals fall into the cup of tea.The phoenix eyes are raised slightly, as if inadvertently, meeting the eyes of the person outside the painting.

Although it is an unfinished draft, the myriad of styles can already be seen.And the person in the painting is Xue Jiang.

Seeing her painting presented in this way, Hengqing blushed, but wanted to take back the scroll embarrassingly.Xue Jiang didn't give him this chance, as if teasing him, but turned around a few times, bypassed Hengqing, just raised his hands, looked at the scroll and smiled: "So you refused to show it to me Yes, it's this painting. Isn't it a good painting?"

Hengqing worked hard a few times, but when she saw that she couldn't get the scroll back, she also gave up, just sat back on the chair, and said a little discouraged: "I still want to give you a surprise... The painting is not good enough, this painting is not as good as it is." Your tenth."

"I like to hear these words, but..." Xue Jiang walked to Heng Qing's side, and gently brushed the man's hair from his temples. "As long as it's drawn by you, I like it no matter how ugly or beautiful it is."

"You can't say that..." Seeing that Hengqing still looked a little unhappy, Xuejiang took out a package of greased paper and a piece of wax gourd pastry.Hengqing moved her nose, only to feel the aroma of oil overflowing, and a piece of crisp stuffed into her mouth.

"Don't be unhappy, I'll finish this painting with you." Xue Jiang patted the dross left on his hands, and unfolded the scroll on the table. "Take out the pen and paper just now. Since I already know it, I don't need to hide it."

Therefore, Heng Qing sat on Xue Jiang's lap, looked at the face of the person behind him from time to time, and traced the lines of the person drawn stroke by stroke.Occasionally being pointed out by Xuejiang, he held Hengqing's hand holding the pen with his hand.Hands folded, a slight sense of tenderness spread between the two.

With the deepening of the night, the picture scroll gradually changed from a prototype to a finished product with the joint efforts of the two.When it was finished, Hengqing only stretched loosely, leaned on the chest of the person behind her, and couldn't help yawning a little. "Finally, you're done..."

But when Hengqing was taking a nap, Xuejiang behind him secretly removed the items on the table with his spiritual power, took the opportunity to put the finished picture scroll into his sleeve, and then turned the person in front of him over and pressed him against him. The previous cases.

"My painting! There are still things..." Hearing Hengqing exclaimed, she was pushed onto the desk, but felt her body was flat.And the figure of the person in front of him slowly pressed down, whispering in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I have already put away the paintings and things. Next, it will be between the two of us..."

Under the clear and light moonlight shining through the window lattice, the clothes slipped with fingertips lightly.The candlelight flickered in front of the stage, and the two hands gradually overlapped and clenched.Like a fish swimming in water, tossing and turning to the deep, and finally turning into sighs.

The autumn wind can't blow away, and the sound of tides on the riverside.The silver light outside the sky is full, and it will always accompany people in the sky.

The author has something to say:

This is a short story after the ending of the main story line, I hope you like it!

I want to make Hengqing's gentle beauty soft and sticky with tears in the corners of her eyes (shut up)

*Some stupid authors will throw old Fords after finishing

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