no one knows better than me

"I didn't say anything." Mei Hualan walked in under the moonlight at this moment, and looked away calmly from Zhu Heng's face, "Some truths."

Zhu Heng put his arms around the window and raised his eyes.

Zhuang Qingliu looked around to see if there was anything he didn't understand.There was no need to ask any more specific questions, so he suddenly turned his head, put his hand on Zhu Heng's collar and dragged her away.

There was a flash of flowers in front of my eyes, and when Zhuheng raised his eyes again, there was a colorful light above his head, and it was the dream tide again.But there are billowing cloud tides all around, which seem to be very high.She couldn't help turning her gaze back and asking, "What's this place?"

"This is my own territory, of course you don't know."

As soon as Zhuang Qingliu finished speaking, he punched Zhuheng like a flash.Zhu Heng was caught off guard for a moment, and he only had time to turn his head halfway, and was hit by her until his eyes were filled with stars, his nose was bleeding profusely, and suddenly he was shocked and incredulous and asked Zhuang Qingliu, "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't speak at all. After beating her fat with bare hands, she kicked her off the cliff.After finishing this, she rubbed her hands in pain, and appeared in Meihualan's room again.

Mei Hualan was sitting at the table, she clearly sensed her coming, but she didn't speak or turn her head.

Zhuang Qingliu blinked immediately, and walked over: "It's been a few years since we saw each other, we're doing well together. I can hide the tricks just now."

Mei Hualan still didn't make a sound, she sat very upright, but her head was lowered, as if she was propping herself up on her elbows.

Zhuang Qingliu walked again and said, "What about Lan Lan, you know she's a bird, her brain is a little bit big. Really a little bit...it's about the size of a walnut. Just make a little gesture, and it's about the size of a walnut. It means she has no brains, if you think about it this way, you won't be angry, right?"

Mei Hualan's voice seemed a little different from usual: "Are you afraid that I will blame her?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "I'm afraid you'll be angry."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a flash in her whole body, and she was invited to sit on the couch by the window for no reason.And Mei Hualan squatted in front of her just like when she was a child, with her head slightly raised, her eyes were still warm and bright, like a sheep.

This time it's sheep.

But I don't know if it's because I've grown up, I'm too embarrassed to nestle in her arms and put my arms around her neck, so Mei Hualan looked up for a while, then leaned down slightly, and put her face in Zhuang Qingliu's palm .

There was only one candle lit in the room, and the light and shadow were faint and faint. It didn't take long for Zhuang Qingliu to feel the silent and warm tide in the palm of his hand.

"Eh?" She moved her thumb suddenly, gently rubbing Mei Hualan's face in her palm, a little funny, "Why are you still crying?"

Mei Hualan didn't answer, it was silent.

For a very strong person, it seems that someone suddenly said something like this, even after several years, it should be wronged.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head softly, raised his other hand, and touched Mei Panpan's still immature ears: "You always cry at me like this, you look like a poor little girl."

Mei Hualan's closed wet eyelashes curled up, she turned her head slightly, and turned her side to the palm of her hand again.

Zhuang Qingliu: "What's the matter, I haven't seen me for a long time, and weep with joy?"

Mei Hualan shook her head slowly at this moment, and said: "I'm not happy. I've been very unhappy these past few years. I'm unhappy eating, sleeping, reading, practicing sword, and whatever I do. I'm not happy, my brother is not happy, the mother I see is not happy, the father I can't see is not happy, Xiaohan is not happy, the baa-baa lamb is probably not happy either, the chef at Qianshan cafeteria..."

"..."

After Zhuang Qingliu wiped her painted face and wiped it away, she finally felt that there was something wrong with Mei Hualan's rare appearance, so she looked around, and suddenly found that there was a round wine jar beside the table where she was sitting with her head propped up just now. .

So did you drink alcohol?

There is no alcohol taste at all.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly lowered his head in novelty: "...Why are you still a drunkard?"

Mei Hualan didn't seem to be drunk at all, but her eyes were drunk and drifted wildly. Hearing Zhuang Qingliu's words, she suddenly raised her head: "Can't I drink?"

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help laughing, and reached out to rub her temples: "How old are you, and you are still far away from adulthood. What kind of wine do you drink?"

After hearing this, Mei Hualan suddenly said: "You are not good to me."

"?" Zhuang Qingliu immediately lowered his head and raised his eyebrows in disapproval, scratching her face, "Little devil, do you still have a conscience? There is no one who treats you better in my life."

Mei Hualan burst into tears suddenly: "Not only did you treat me badly, you also murdered me."

"..."

Although she was crying and bleating her head, she was still a good person and spoke well, but she turned into this when she was talking.Zhuang Qingliu gave his hands a little strangely, and began to observe the person in front of him silently with his eyelashes down.

Mei Hualan burst into tears suddenly, almost uncontrollably crying.

"...Okay, okay. It's my fault, I'm not very good." Zhuang Qingliu almost flew away in fright, and quickly fished out a fluffy thing from nowhere, coaxing, "Ji Wuduan just sent me another dog from Gumengchao, this time the dog didn't bark its teeth and grin, but is fluffy and round, very cute, how about giving it to you?

Zhuang Qingliu has always been a person who loves to read books even though her handwriting is extremely ugly, so for these years, Lan Song, Pei Yi and Ji Wuduan have been in contact with her, no matter what they want to say If he still encounters any difficult task assigned by the elders, he will send a message to chat with her or ask her for help. Zhuang Qingliu can always find a way.In addition, she always didn't pay much attention to the teenagers who came to Gumengchao to study later, and kept talking about the little kids who were not as fun as the first class, so the kids liked her even more, and sent them all the way. Western.

But Mei Hualan didn't know why, after glancing at the dog, she suddenly cried even more fiercely.

...Maybe it was because she thought that Zhuang Qingliu had been in contact with other people in the past few years, but she had no contact with her alone, so she felt sad.Under the blessing of drunkenness, he couldn't hold back at all, his reservedness disappeared, and he became a crying bag again.

Zhuang Qingliu laughed so hard that she rubbed the crying bag back and forth and coaxed, "Don't you like dogs?"

"A dog bit you, didn't it?"

"Okay. Then don't want this dog, and throw her to Zhuheng to raise her. She's just a stinky dog."

After hearing what she said, Meihualan probably had no more tears to shed, considering that two rivers had already flowed.So soon he stopped crying, but picked up the teapot, and the cow drank a pot of water.

Zhuang Qingliu smiled at the side for a long time. In order to make her happy, he hooked his hands and called out Du'er, and asked Du'er to come out to act as a rope, and the two played with the flowery rope.

Unexpectedly, Du E would favor Zhuang Qingliu, and when she was about to lose on purpose, she would suddenly flash a flash, forming a new shape that would be beneficial to Zhuang Qingliu.I still feel that I cheated without anyone noticing, proudly akimbo.

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu slumped on the couch with a complete smile, wrapped the naughty Du'er around her wrist, leaned against the window frame, and asked, "How has your mother been all these years?"

Mei Hualan didn't know what she was thinking when she was drunk, and flailed her eyelashes: "It's the same as before."

Zhuang Qingliu understood what she meant, hummed, and asked again: "Where's your brother?"

At some point, Mei Hualan took out the piccolo that Zhuang Qingliu gave her from her bosom, and lowered her head to feel it: "It's the same."

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, and understood: "You didn't tell him about the loss of cultivation, did you?"

Mei Hualan said: "Yes. He only knows that he fell asleep and was caught by Hou Yin. He doesn't know anything else."

"That's fine." Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyes again and asked, "But regarding the blatant actions of the Dachuan Hou family, don't your family have anything to say?"

Mei Hualan supported her head and thought for a while, then slowly closed her eyes, and still said, "It's the same."

Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows suddenly: "It's the same?" The Mei family's attitude is still the same as before?

But what do you say?Although not every member of the Hou Clan is like this, but people like Hou Yan and Hou Yin are really hard-pressed. In the past few years, they always liked to bark wildly, but later they started to fight directly. The Mei family still has no Settle accounts with them.

Even if the people who were attacked were Mei Hualan brothers and sisters, this kind of matter involves the inviolability of the dignity of a sect. Even if it is a young disciple who has just started to have a surname, the Mei family should not be so indifferent.

"What's the matter with your family? What's the secret?" Zhuang Qingliu looked at Mei Hualan thoughtfully, "Do you know?"

Mei Hualan's slightly drooping eyelashes seemed to move, and her voice was slow and quiet: "I know a little bit."

Zhuang Qingliu raised the corner of her eyes: "Huh?"

Mei Hualan looked at her secretly for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and stretched out her hand, showing Zhuang Qingliu the wine jar next to her.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his eyes and asked, "What happened to the wine jar?"

Mei Hualan handed her the extremely exquisite wine jar carved with flying clouds on the body of the altar, and motioned for her to shake it.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her, so he took it and shook it, and said with a smile, "You said you're not a drunkard, you've already drank it all." He raised his eyes, "So what about the empty wine jar?"

Mei Hualan looked at her seriously, and said, "Yes. It's empty."

"Empty?" Zhuang Qingliu looked down at the wine jar in his hand, then looked up at her, squinted and said, "You mean... your Mei family has a superficial appearance now. It looks glamorous on the outside, but actually it's inside. It's already empty. Just like this wine jar, it's just a beautiful shell?"

Mei Hualan propped her forehead on the back of her hand, and said a soft "hmm" with a barely audible voice.

Zhuang Qingliu felt a little unbelievable for no reason. It turns out that the Mei family has been able to retreat or retreat, and endure if they can tolerate the provocations of the Hou family. It is not because of other reasons, but because the Mei family is strong on the outside and weak on the inside. .

But the Tangtang Mei family is just an empty shell now, and monks are increasingly relying on natural materials and earth treasures in their cultivation, so the Dachuanhou family is now in full swing.Hundreds of families competed to please each other. If the Mei family and the Hou family turned their faces, no one would turn to them. Even the head of the Lan family, who was a compatriot with Mrs. Mei, was actually not very close to this younger sister with a very different personality.Even if the Lan family is willing to help the Mei family, they are originally a group of people who are good at music cultivation, and they are not good at fighting strength.

Zhuang Qingliu thought about it for a while, didn't say anything, just walked out, made her a glass of sweet honey water from somewhere, and said, "Since you've been drinking, go to bed early. You'll get a headache tomorrow morning."

She waited for the little ghost to drink and was about to leave, but found that after making several movements in a row, this Mei Panpan was subconsciously imitating her, and even wanted to go out with her in the end.

Zhuang Qingliu turned his head again, watched her up and down curiously for a while and then smiled: "You are really a person. It is better not to drink in the future."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to draw a Dao'an talisman for her.However, Mei Hualan jumped away at the moment when the spiritual light overflowed from her fingertips, her eyes and movements were extremely guarded.

Zhuang Qingliu held a cluster of fireworks ignited on his fingertips, as if he realized something, a softness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he stopped his hands and said: "Okay. I won't treat you like this in the future, and I will say goodbye when I have to leave."

After speaking, he raised his hand and took off his coat very neatly.Mei Hualan blinked brightly, looked at her, and followed her.

Zhuang Qingliu asked her to learn to lie on the bed again: "Okay. Go to sleep now."

She patted Meihualan sideways, and Meihualan also reached out to pat her... so that when can she fall asleep.

Zhuang Qingliu tried to pat herself again... Forget it, let's run over to pat Meihualan.

The two patted each other back and forth, but finally the drunk couldn't hold it anymore, and obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep with drooping eyelids.After she fell asleep, Zhuang Qingliu jumped into the sky like a moth, hovered silently in the night for a long time, and landed on the roof of a small courtyard according to her memory.

At this time, the moonlight was bright, and the shadows of the grass were deep, and a woman was sitting silently beside the well in the middle of the small courtyard.This woman is the mother of Mei Hualan's siblings, Qi Hu.