no one knows better than me

Zhu Heng gave Zhuang Qingliu the spirit at a glance.

"Okay, okay, I was accidentally discovered this time. I will be more careful next time." She immediately moved to the side three feet away.It feels like Zhuheng, a birdman, has almost zero curiosity about everything, and has lost the basic joy of being alive.

"..." Zhu Heng took a deep breath, "Get lost!

Zhuang Qingliu didn't dare to look away from smiling in front of her, and ran away like a liar against the wall after the punishment of kneeling and copying scriptures.

When she ran back to Wulan City in the dark, Mei Hualan was recovering from her injuries in a deep pool halfway up the mountain in the outskirts. The torrential rain was still falling all over the fields, and the night was deep and dark under the cover of the rain.

Hearing the sound of someone falling, Mei Hualan opened her eyes, looked at Zhuang Qingliu, and seemed to be about to get up from the pool.

Zhuang Qingliu squatted by the pool, looked at her, and refused, "No, it must be soaked for six hours. Don't take it seriously because of your youth." As he spoke, his fingers darted back and forth in the water, sticking to the surface of the water. , flicked Mei Hualan's face twice, and said, "When it's time, I'll pick you up and take you down the mountain to eat delicious food."

Mei Hualan shook her head, she had already supported the sword stuck on the bank, and said: "Wulan River suffers from heavy rains and floods every summer, and people will be drowned every moment, and every time after the floods, people will be drowned." When the epidemic broke out, if these drowned and those who died due to the epidemic were soaked in the water for more than two days, they would basically turn into corpses. If one of them is not handled properly, a huge wave of corpses will develop, and the consequences will be unimaginable. I can't delay here .”

It may be for the convenience of coming and going at any time, even if Meihualan is soaking in the medicine pond at this moment, it is completely naked.

"That's it." Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while in the heavy rainy night, and still pushed her back, got up and said casually, "I'll go for you, you just soak here, it's not allowed for less than six hours leave."

Mei Hualan suddenly looked up at her.

Zhuang Qingliu, who had already turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly turned around and laughed teasingly: "Young Master Zhuang is still useful for talking now? Do you need to draw a circle for the baby?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"Hahahahaha." Although the two of them are still very close to each other now, because of the lack of contact in the past three years, and the fact that the little ghost has grown up in the memory, it is not easy to tease her consciousness like when she was a child. It always seems to lie in front of the eyes, invisible and intangible, but it makes people not used to it.

Until now, Zhuang Qingliu seemed to have finally passed his long-suffering addiction, and the big moth flew away in a very beautiful mood.

Because it is located on a piece of land, the climate is not too surprising. Except for Meizhou, the rest of the entire Xianlu is also experiencing torrential rain and floods in midsummer, and the hot and humid conditions also breed evil spirits.So ever since Zhuang Qingliu helped the Mei family because of Mei Hualan, all the families of the Xianmen gradually came to their senses, and began to persuade her disciples who had studied in Gu Mengchao to send her messages one after another, all of them sincerely and kindly. Ask her for help.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head and smiled when he received a bunch of summons and letters. After standing on the top of the peak overlooking the dead people strewn with corpses along the flood for a while, he didn't say anything, so he also started to help them.Zhu Heng, who was forcibly pulled out to work, didn't say anything else, but said coldly: "What's the use of suppressing evil pressure and killing dead bodies, the most important thing is to control the water."

"Yeah. What you said is very reasonable, but the Shuhe Road is beyond their ability now, so you come." Zhuang Qingliu made a gesture of invitation.

"..." Zhu Heng went to work honorably with a face covered in ice and snow for thousands of miles, and became a mountain-splitting strongman.

After a whole month of running around all over the country, the number of people killed by floods in the entire Xianlu was [-]% less than expected, and the number of monks who died of suppressing water monsters was [-]% less than in previous years.After this summer, Zhuang Qingliu's reputation suddenly became prominent, and he suddenly became the guest of honor from the Hundred Families of the Immortal School.

She herself was too tired to talk, and after pushing several fairy banquets one after another, she disappeared from the wet south and directly teleported to Meihualan's bed.

Meihualan is leading people to deal with the final finishing matters of Wulan City these days. Today is the autumnal equinox, just as everything is done, and it is already free.After she turned the long corridor with two books, before she entered the room, the hand that pushed the door suddenly paused.

Because they were busy with these things this summer, they actually didn't have much time to meet each other.It has been more than half a month since the last time I suddenly went out to eat a bowl of noodles in the middle of the night.

Mei Hualan's movement of pushing the door became lighter suddenly, she quietly pushed the door open a crack and looked in, blinking as if she didn't know when this person appeared on the bed.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't even open her eyes, she just lay on her side on the pillow and twitched her eyelashes: "I miss you, come and see you."

Mei Hualan closed the door silently, subtly and strangely, turned around and took two steps closer, probably looking at her sobriety, suddenly thought about it, and asked, "Do you know whose bed this is?"

"?" Zhuang Qingliu was still so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, "I don't know why I lay down casually."

"—Oh." The person beside the bed seemed to look down at her for a long time before replying strangely and slowly.Then he sat down at the table and read a book.

The drizzle outside has not stopped since midnight last night, rustling on the roof, windows, and leaves of trees, quiet and soft.After Mei Hualan read at the table for a while, she couldn't help but turn her head to look, then got up and dragged a chair, and sat silently beside Zhuang Qingliu's bed... beside her own bed.The person on the bed seemed to be fast asleep, the corners of the always crooked mouth were still curved, but the two eyelashes were obediently attached to the eyelids.

Mei Hualan sat quietly by the bed and looked at it for a while, then pulled the quilt up for her, then looked again, and seemed to think of something, so she took Zhuang Qingliu's hand, put it gently in the palm of her hand and looked down. By comparison, the size is only a little bit worse.

She still remembers that when she first met, this person squatted in front of her and pressed their palms together, and said with a smile that "such a small paw is not as big as my palm".

After dancing for a while with light and shadow in her eyes, Mei Hualan quietly stretched out her hand again, as if she wanted to try the size of Zhuang Qingliu's face, but her palm moved around in the sky, trying it out.People wake up.

Her calm expression instantly collapsed.

Zhuang Qingliu was wrapped in the quilt, and blinked several times through the gaps between the five fingers hanging on his face: "What are you doing?"

Plum Blossom's eyelashes flickered twice, and the hand resting on her face lowered calmly, pinched the hair on Zhuang Qingliu's forehead with two fingers, and raised it up, "A piece of ashes."

"..." Zhuang Qingliu looked at the air she pinched with two fingers for a while, then blinked again, "Oh."

As if nothing had happened, Mei Hualan tilted her head and made a movement of throwing ashes on the ground, then got up calmly and dragged the chair away: "It's not that I'm sleepy. Let's sleep for a while."

Zhuang Qingliu was wrapped in a small quilt, turned around twice on the bed that hadn't been fully stretched, and suddenly said: "I'm not happy."

Mei Hualan placed a chair by the table and turned to look at her.

Zhuang Qingliu turned from the wall to the edge of the bed, and then back from the edge of the bed: "Your bed is too small, I want to roll around. At least the bed for two people must be as big as it is. No, it's as big as two and a half."

Mei Hualan watched her wrap herself into a silkworm chrysalis, rolling over and rolling over again, a soft smile suddenly appeared in her eyes: "Do you like big beds?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "Oh. I like big lakes."

"..."

An autumn rain fell continuously for seven days, and by the time the weather completely cleared, Mei Hualan had already left Wulan City and returned to the Mei Family Immortal Mansion.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't stay idle, and took Zhuheng with her for a stroll to a small remote village. Zhuheng inexplicably lifted her hand and turned her head: "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Qingliu dragged her down on a leafy birch tree, and mysteriously pointed to a dilapidated thatched courtyard not far ahead, motioning her to look.

Now Zhuheng's anger towards her has accumulated to the point where he can turn his eyeballs back and forth at a time, so in order to cherish his eyes, he closed his eyelids deeply and turned them over. small yard.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who was bending over straightened up at this moment, carrying two bundles of firewood on his shoulders, turned around and opened the simple fence gate, as if he was about to go to the market to sell.

Zhu Heng swept his face back and forth, frowned suddenly, then looked at the three dilapidated thatched cottages behind him, and said in surprise, "What's going on? How could he come here, and how could he live in such a hut? Rotten yard?"

Zhuang Qingliu smiled at her and said, "Because the Wulan River flooded away his original place and house, this is the home he moved to now."

Zhu Heng: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu cast a meaningful glance at her: "How is it? I said sending it to the rich family in the city is better, but you have to say it is better in an ordinary village. Now all the other members of his family have passed away, and there is only one person left. The mother who is seriously ill and needs to be taken care of can hardly survive, okay?"

"..." After Zhu Heng glanced at her coolly, he swept towards the direction of the boy's last episode like a breeze.

Maybe it was because he usually ate his last meal but didn't finish his next meal. The boy was very thin, and he walked slowly while wiping sweat while carrying two bundles of firewood on his back.But as soon as he arrived at the market street and unloaded the firewood from his back, someone came to buy it immediately, and as if he had a brain disorder, he bought two bundles of firewood and gave Yuan Gungun a large bag of gold.

The boy stared back and forth at the woman who was buying firewood in front of him several times, and after confirming that she was not intentionally seeking fault or teasing, he hesitated for a moment, took out the smallest piece from the big bag full of gold, and turned to the nearest street corner with the firewood on his back. A pawnshop said, "Wait a moment."

"..." The woman threw the purse back into his palm and said impatiently, "You don't need to look for it."

But the young man insisted on breaking out the broken gold pieces and took ten copper coins among them. Then he used two copper coins to buy a bigger bag, put all the gold and broken silver into it, and handed it to the woman. He also earnestly told her to take it well, saying that there are many people with malicious intentions in the noisy market, so she should be careful.

Zhu Heng: "..."

It was still early in the day, and after buying a few steamed buns and white cakes with the copper coins sold for firewood, the boy wrapped them in his arms and started walking back under the shade with his hands.But on the side of a narrow and desolate loess road, he unexpectedly picked up a bag of shining silver.

After frowning hesitantly this time and looking around, the boy turned around again, went back to the town under the blazing sunlight, and handed over the bag of silver to the customary lost and found office.

Zhuang Qingliu, who had been following all the way in the dark, laughed, and whispered to Zhuheng: "Well, it's called picking up gold. Although the Duan family became a shabby household overnight, they are still very kind people. "

Impatiently, Zhu Heng swept his sleeves and brought back the bag of money, then turned around and left: "Do you want love, or get out."

"Hey, good." Zhuang Qingliu smiled so much that he quickly reached out to grab her, and said, "Don't worry. Look at me."

So two hours later, the two returned to the thatched courtyard in that remote and desolate village.The sun had already passed by now, and it was the setting sun. After eating, the young man came out of the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up. He had just finished washing the dishes, and then went to the house and came out with a basin of clothes, as if he was going to wash by the river. .

At this time, there was a sudden "whoosh" in my ear, as if a small stone had passed by, and then a gray pigeon flew out of the small orange tree behind me as if frightened, and flew straight up to the blue sky.

He saved money to buy that orange tree and planted it for three years. This year, it bears fruit for the first time, and only five of them bear fruit. It was about to ripen, but two were knocked down at a time, and the juice was still rotten on the ground.

The young man was holding a huge basin of dirty clothes, suddenly pursed his lips and turned his head, raised his eyes and glanced around, and saw a woman with crooked eyebrows sitting on the high courtyard wall next door, resting her cheek on one hand, with one leg hanging slightly Swaying gently, the posture is very leisurely.Seeing him looking over, Zhuang Qingliu casually tossed the beads he picked up from Zhu Heng, and under the gaze of the young man—whoosh.

He pulled out the slingshot in his hand and bounced it out.

"Ah... well, don't look at it. Since you have lost your family's fruit, I will pay you."

The young man looked down at his bosom, only to find that what she used to shoot the bow was an extremely bright and magnificent red coral bead. This kind of red coral bead is only found in the deep sea. It has always been a favorite of the upper class dignitaries. priceless.

Pearl flicking is really a rich man's hobby.

After raising the corners of his mouth unhappily, he packed the coral beads expressionlessly, calmly picked up the clothes to be washed and walked away without even looking at Zhuang Qingliu again.

Zhuang Qingliu was reclining on the wall at this moment, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly at Zhuheng.Zhu Heng didn't bother to look at her face that deserved a beating, turned around and disappeared.

Zhuang Qingliu lay flat on the spot and looked at the beautiful Huoshaoyun in the sky for a while, then turned his head and hooked it with his fingers, and picked the roundest, largest and best orange among the only three oranges left in the boy's yard, shamelessly taking it upon himself. have eaten.After eating, he carved eyes and a nose on the chubby orange peel to make an orange lamp, and hung it arrogantly under the eaves before flying away humming an ugly tune.

This time, the place where she flattened out was still Mei Hualan's bed. After this period of time, Mei Hualan seemed to have gotten used to it. After practicing swords outside every day, she could always feel the pain on the bed before entering the door. Not a single bear.If there is, I always move lightly, go to the bedside and take a look at the bear before going to take a bath and tidy up.

The moon in the sky gradually rises, and whenever Zhuang Qing flows over, Meihualan will not soak too much in the cold pool, and after simply washing it in the hot spring, it turns back with a moist body of water vapor.The person on the bed was still soundly asleep, but Mei Hualan turned around to look at her in the middle of the room, then suddenly walked to the side of the bed.

After a slight flash of something in his eyes, Mei Hualan squatted down and lowered his head in a mysterious way, lying on the edge of the bed and getting close to Zhuang Qingliu's sleeve.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly woke up quietly at this moment, squinting at her for a long time before saying: "What do you smell like a puppy?"

Mei Hualan's eyelashes fluttered twice, she raised her head, and asked while squatting on the head of her bed: "...Where did you go just now?"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly laughed, and stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of her nose: "Dog's nose. I'm going to visit a small village." He raised his hand and sniffed his sleeve, "What does it smell like? How do I smell it?" not."

Mei Hualan's eyes sparkled: "What are you doing there?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't smell anything, so he stretched out his sleeves and said casually: "I picked up a child before, and I originally found him a fairly wealthy family to live in. But that family's family fell into poverty later, and now they moved I went to a remote small village to live in a thatched hut that no one else wanted, and I was having a bad time, so I went to see him."

After hearing her finish, Mei Hualan suddenly asked, "Is that the boy with ginseng lines on his face that you rescued three or four years ago?"

Zhuang Qingliu smiled at her: "Why are you so clever?"

Mei Hualan didn't talk to her, but after thinking about something, she continued to ask vaguely: "Do you often go to see him?"

Zhuang Qingliu laughed out loud this time, kicked her feet wrapped in the quilt twice, and said in a good mood: "Little devil, are you jealous of this too?"

She obviously remembered that when she was in Gumengchao back then, whenever she treated other children better or gave them something delicious, Xiao Meihualan would be unhappy at that time, but she always kept silent .

Mei Hualan's ears suddenly turned slightly pink, but she turned her head and walked away in a calm and normal tone: "How could that be?"

Zhuang Qingliu laughed and rolled back and forth on the bed.

Ever since she ran to Mei Hualan's bed more and more often, Mei Hualan spent less and less time practicing all night.She has habitually come back after taking a bath, and sometimes she just goes silently to the kitchen to cook a few side dishes, make a pot of porridge, and eat together when Zhuang Qingliu wakes up.Sometimes I just mop the recliner to her bed and slowly turn the pages of the book.

Time is like the continuous and jumping lights on the corner of the table, flowing quietly.When the winter solstice was approaching this year, Ji Wuduan wrote another letter to Zhuang Qing Chuanxun.

Zhuang Qingliu was lazily lying on the grass in the center of the flying island basking in the sun. After flicking away a bunch of gaudy petals on the cover of the silver paper, he casually opened it and took a look.

Mei Hualan, who was practicing drawing talismans next to her, turned her head slightly, looked around the petals on the ground, and asked, "What did you write?"

Zhuang Qingliu idly rubbed the paper together, unfolded the scroll again and said, "He told me that his birthday is coming up, and he seems to want me to give him a gift-this day is really very Is it important?"

Without even thinking about it, Mei Hualan drew the talisman on her fingertips into a grimace, and said mercilessly, "His birthday is August [-]th, Mid-Autumn Festival."

After she said this, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly removed the book covering her face: "That's right. Didn't you say that you celebrated your birthday while eating mooncakes last time, why did it become the winter solstice again this time?" She turned her head curiously Asked, "Can the birthday be changed?"

Mei Hualan glanced at Ji Wuduan's coquettish silver paper paper, flicked it away from Zhuang Qingliu's hand, and said, "No. It's his nonsense, trying to cheat your gift."

Zhuang Qingliu blinked.

At this time, Mei Hualan seemed to be thinking about something for a while, and suddenly drooped her eyes and said, "My birthday——"

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head: "Huh?"

Mei Hualan unfolded a blank talisman paper nonchalantly, painted complex emblems on it, and seemed to say casually: "My birthday is coming soon. It's true."

Zhuang Qingliu had almost slipped from the recliner to the ground, and when she heard the words, she slid up a bit, and asked with interest: "Birthday is not a holiday, I haven't seen you since I was a child, is it really important? "

"..." Mei Hualan looked down at the talisman for a long time, and could only pretend to be divine, "It's so-so. It doesn't matter."

"Oh." Zhuang Qingliu seemed to shake his chair a few times, but didn't say anything.

"..."

Mei Hualan glanced at her quietly from the corner of her eyes, then turned back, couldn't help but glance at her again, then turned back and said casually, "When is your birthday?"

Zhuang Qingliu folded her legs and casually flipped through a few pages of the book before seriously thinking: "I don't know when I was born, and I can't remember anything about my childhood. We don't have such a saying over there."

After a while, I heard her muttering: "Otherwise, what kind of birthday is it? I have thought about trying it, so it's fun."

Mei Hualan twitched her fingertips on the talisman slightly, and a special feeling came to her heart—it turns out that this person reads and learns characters, walks in the crowd, and understands the fireworks in the world everywhere, but even such a simple thing as the birthday Things have never been obtained.

She didn't live a high life like those people thought.

After a goose-feather-like snow roll, the winter solstice came as scheduled, and there was heavy white snow everywhere, but the red plum blossoms all over the mountains and plains in Meijia Xianfu bloomed like a sea of ​​clouds and as bright as haze.

After Meihualan wore a thick white fur cloak and went out for a while, she plucked the most beautiful red plum with dew in the white snow, came back and put it in a beautiful white porcelain vase with a slender neck on the window.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but moved over with a small stove, and leaned beside him to smell it.At the beginning of winter, she asked all day long when it would snow, but when it did snow, she stayed indoors, wrapped herself in a snow-white thick fur, and said plausibly: "Which lotus is not afraid of the cold?" Why do you have to open in July and August if you are not afraid of the cold?"

After looking down at her cute appearance for a while, Mei Hualan suddenly wiped the snow from the plum petals on her nose: "Wait for me a while. I want to eat dumplings today."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly raised his eyes and blinked and said, "You better pack it in a food box, put a little more, and let's go to another place to eat."

Although Mei Hualan was a little surprised, she thought that she might have met someone who was inconvenient to make dumplings today, so she nodded and turned to the kitchen.

Zhuang Qingliu turned his gaze to a small box that Plum Blossom Day entrusted someone to send back early this morning by the corner of the table, looked at it, then lowered his head and flipped through the book.

It was raining and snowing outside at the moment, Mei Hualan came back with the small box and opened an umbrella, and asked where Zhuang Qingliu was going.However, Zhuang Qingliu put the hood on her head, pulled her away and disappeared in place, and appeared in a small courtyard that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

After Mei Hualan looked around slowly, her throat suddenly moved slightly.

This is the courtyard where Qi Hu lived.

Zhuang Qingliu took the umbrella and casually leaned against the corner of the wall, raised her hand and adjusted her collar tie: "What's the matter. Isn't today your birthday? Your mother never gave it to you before?"

Mei Hualan suddenly understood—she wanted Qi Hu to celebrate her birthday, and they would accompany Qi Hu to celebrate the winter solstice.

At this time, the door leaf behind him creaked and made a slight sound. It seemed that Qi Hu, who had heard the sound, came out to check.

So just like that, Mei Hualan was stunned when Qi Hu saw her, and when she turned to Zhuang Qingliu, her eyes fell on her face for a long time, and then she suddenly said: "You are—"

Zhuang Qingliu quickly blinked at her: "It's me. Mrs. Qi, we meet again."

Although this person is almost middle-aged, Mei Hualan's face resembles her by six or seven points, but it is not as eye-catching and charming as the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.After hearing Zhuang Qingliu's words, his voice stopped suddenly, he took two steps back, and earnestly bowed down to Zhuang Qingliu.

Zhuang Qingliu turned around calmly and saluted exactly like her.

So, with helpless eyes, Mei Hualan saw the two of them bowing down to each other.

Qi Hu suddenly had a look on his face: "It turns out that you have been taking care of them and... in secret all these years?"

Zhuang Qingliu's smile was still not very serious: "It's easy to do. The two of them are very cute."

Mei Hualan lowered her head and looked slowly in a daze... So Zhuang Qingliu said that she knew her mother, was it true?

"Okay. Ma'am, please get up. We brought the dumplings here, and they will be cold in a while." Zhuang Qingliu didn't say much, but asked Qi Hu to get up first, then stood up by himself, and gently pulled the plum blossom rail, which was a little lost. , took her into Qi Hu's house.

Although the interior of the house is simple, it is very clean, and there is no shortage of charcoal fires for heating, making it very warm.There is also a bottle of red plums in full bloom by the window.

Zhuang Qing went out angrily after eating dumplings with them, leaving room for the mother and daughter.She will never forget that when Mei Hualan was a child, she lowered her head softly and said, "Occasionally, I can't remember my mother's appearance clearly." A little bit", the mother and daughter have seen each other for so many years, it is too rare.

It was cold and windy outside, and snowflakes blew across the river in time.When Mei Panpan came back at night, the entire flying island was shining with brilliant lights. Zhuang Qingliu took the umbrella she was holding and closed it, and asked with a hooked corner of his mouth, "Are you happy today?"

Mei Hualan held a small colorful sachet in her sleeve and looked at her quietly for a while, then suddenly stepped forward, reached out to hug Zhuang Qingliu, and said softly: "This is the most favorite gift I have ever received."

She is just as tall as Zhuang Qingliu's ears now, but she is still much shorter.After Zhuang Qingliu patted her on the head and laughed twice, he quickly pulled her into the room: "Come here."

There is a table in the room, and there is a bottle full of orchids next to it, and the two sit opposite each other.

Zhuang Qingliu pointed to the hourglass on the corner of the table and said, "It's past the hour now, and I'm going to celebrate my birthday too."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu said again: "I've decided. Every year from now on, the day after your birthday will be the day I was born."

"..." Although Mei Hualan really wanted to say that there was something wrong with this sentence, after sitting with her for a while beside the small red-lighted stove, she still said softly, "But I didn't prepare any presents."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't seem to laugh twice at the beginning, and said, "I don't need gifts. You can just drink with me."

Mei Hualan's whole body became subtle, and her eyes fell on her face: "...Didn't you tell me not to drink in the future?"

Zhuang Qingliu said very reasonable: "That's in front of others. You can drink in front of me, I won't let others see you bleating."

"..."

Mei Hualan may have quietly watched her as the winter was almost over, and finally she lightly drooped her eyelashes and hummed.This time, Zhuang Qingliu held her chin and observed carefully. At first, she was very restrained in her sitting posture and eyes, but when she slowly pursed her lips imperceptibly, it meant that she was about to get drunk.At this time, a layer of light flowing water will appear in the clear and pure eyes like a deer.

It's just that every time at this time, Meihualan will hang down its thick eyelashes to cover it, so that it will not be discovered.

Zhuang Qingliu started laughing on time, scratched her chin with an orchid tip, and called out tentatively, "Mei Panpan?"

Mei Hualan's expression and breathing were very calm and gentle, and she nodded: "Yeah." Then she raised her eyes suddenly, and asked Zhuang Qingliu with rippling water, "How old are you?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't seem to expect that she would ask questions, and smiled for a long time with her forehead propped up: "What's the matter? It's not much older than you."

Mei Hualan probably thought she was unwilling to speak, and suddenly lowered her eyes a little aggrieved.

"..." How could this person be like this?Zhuang Qingliu's conscience was suddenly knocked down by her innocent and disappointed appearance, so she raised her hand and squeezed her small face to coax, "Okay, okay, six hundred and seven. Wipe it according to the method of our flower essence from left to right. Turn around, it should be about seven years old."

After this person wakes up, he should also forget about it.

Mei Hualan suddenly blinked very lightly, and nodded obediently, as if signaling that she had remembered.

By the looks of it, he was completely drunk.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her at this moment, and suddenly raised both hands to make horns on his head, and said, "Baa baa."

Sure enough, Mei Hualan put up her hands cutely and quickly, made a gesture of two corners, and said to her, "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Haha. Hahaha." Zhuang Qingliu laughed like a dog, put down his wine glass and got up, quickly hid in the corner of the cabinet in the room, poked out only one head, and whispered to her, "Baa baa."

Mei Hualan also blinked, followed her example and hid in another corner of the cabinet, then came out to Zhuang Qing with half a small face, and whispered, "Baa baa."

……

For half the night, Zhuang Qingliu laughed and melted the snow on the entire flying island, thinking that he would be so happy that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

When Mei Hualan woke up the next day, she looked at the ceiling above her head and thought for a while... Then she turned her head over silently and buried it in the pillow.

After a while, she raised her eyelashes and looked at the position beside her. Zhuang Qingliu had slept here.But it was probably because she was afraid that she would be embarrassed and unable to see people when she woke up, so she left temporarily.

For a long time to come, Mei Hualan was indeed very delicate when she saw her.Fortunately, Zhuang Qingliu was a very measured person, and he would never tease her with what happened when he was drunk.

After a few more heavy snowfalls, the Spring Festival is approaching in a flash, and Meihua Zhou also rushed back from the outside.

Probably considering Zhuang Qingliu's current prestige in Xianmen Baijia, and her usual care for the Mei family brothers and sisters, several elders of the Mei family discussed with each other and went to find Mei Huaye's mother and son. I don't know what they said specifically, but this year's annual banquet in the entire Immortal Mansion finally had the Mei Hualan brothers and sisters.

The two brothers and sisters had the same indifferent attitude towards going out or not attending the New Year's banquet, but Zhuang Qingliu unexpectedly received the new year's money from Mei Hualan's mother.

After tossing it in her hand for a whole night in novelty, she turned around and pinched out two small lucky bags with her spiritual light, and distributed them to Mei Huazhou and Mei Hualan brothers and sisters according to the number.

At this moment, the banquet had just ended, and Mei Hualan walked down the Meiling Qionghua Terrace with her beside her and asked, "Then you are at a disadvantage?"

The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's eyes twitched, and he lowered his head and laughed softly: "How can I suffer if I give it to you?"

Just at this time, a few disciples who were playing mahjong and playing cards at the banquet all night laughed and said: "They are a couple, one loses and the other wins, money flows out from this side, and flows in from there, how can you suffer? ?”

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