no one knows better than me

The half jujube in Mei Siji's mouth suddenly fell into the water, splashing a burst of water.

She stared at Zhuang Qingliu in surprise: "...What are you doing?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't look at her, and deliberately tapped the dates on the lips of Meihua's appendix: "What's the matter? Meipan, you left half of it for me, and I didn't leave the half for you. I don't care." yes, huh?"

Mei Hualan remained motionless, suddenly pointed like a knife, and precisely cut a small jujube into two halves, caught the half that fell down, and ate it.

"……Fine."

Zhuang Qingliu raised an eyebrow, and threw the remaining half into her mouth. After tasting it—this time it wasn't like taking a sip of oil, but the taste was so bland that she didn't know what she took a sip of. Like a fruit of boiled water.

She took out the "scroll trash can" knowingly, and swished a slap in Mei Hualan's arms: "Hurry up and put away your supernatural powers!" Big stinker.

The corners of Mei Hualan's eyes twitched slightly, and then she handed the remaining half of the bag of dates to Mei Siji as if nothing had happened, then skimmed out of the boat, touched the river surface a few times with a light body, and disappeared.

The big boat flew all the way along the river, quickly turned a few turns, and entered between two secluded mountains.

"?? Where did this go?" Zhuang Qingliu came back after throwing the scroll, sat on the stern of the boat and blew the wind for a long time before the figure of Mei Hualan flew back from far and near, and even picked up something with the hem of his clothes.

Just as Zhuang Qingliu looked over, she raised her hand to call again, and the swaying water plants on the river suddenly spun and flew up, entangled with each other in mid-air, weaving a bag of water plants self-sacrificingly.

Mei Hualan washed the jujubes in her pocket with a wave of her hand, put them in a water grass bag and handed them to Zhuang Qingliu.

Zhuang Qingliu: "?"

Mei Siji only glanced at it, and felt sour: "...the mountain we passed just now is called Pingnan Mountain. There is a cliff lake on the back of this mountain, which is quite spiritual. The jujubes growing there are the best and sweetest. Ordinary people can’t pick it up.”

As she spoke, she looked down at the half bag of jujubes in her hand, feeling a little haggard for no reason, feeling completely inferior.

Zhuang Qingliu blinked, picked one out and tasted it, and it was really fruity, with crisp, sweet and juicy flesh, which I had never tasted before.

There was a sense of admiration in her heart for no reason, and she didn't know where to put it—Mei Hualan had already entered the boat to look through her books. These real bosses are all casual, and no one knows what they are thinking. .

Mei Siji rolled up her jujube bag and sealed it, with a fermented old sour smell on her head: "You really are a pretty little girl, even Mr. Duanzhu gave you jujubes."

After she got a little familiar with Zhuang Qingliu, she felt that although this person was a little bit unprincipled intermittently, he had a strange temper, so she wasn't afraid of her very much, and he didn't have any scruples in speaking.

Zhuang Qingliu bowed his head, said "uh" to Shui in the mirror, and said shamelessly, "Isn't it right for me to be good-looking? After all, people usually praise people for being beautiful, and they say they look like flowers."

Mei Siji let out a soft snort: "What is beauty?"

Zhuang Qingliu pondered for a moment: "A beautiful face worth staring at?"

"..." Mei Siji turned around, took advantage of this moment to practice swords on the deck, and ignored her.

Zhuang Qingliu sat in the stern of the boat in a beautiful mood, with the warm spring breeze blowing, her feet in the cool and soft water, and she ate a half-day meal with a bag of jujubes in her arms.

Spring is in full bloom, the whole world is blooming, colorful everywhere, against the fine weather, it makes people feel like their mood is flying.

There is one thing to say, the scenery of this world is really beautiful if it is said to be beautiful, and she doesn't seem to have such bad luck, maybe she was sent here for vacation.Zhuang Qingliu lazily leaned against the ship's side and squinted for a while, thinking about something, then turned to ask Mei Siji: "Do you Duanzhu lords usually have anything you like?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Siji said seriously: "White lotus."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Mei Siji: "Didn't you see it? Duanzhu Jun's Meiyuan back lake has a lot of them, and she thinks that only white has a noble character."

Their boat had already flown over the secluded mountains, and entered a lotus lake that stretched for tens of miles downstream. The lotus flowers in sight were the same as before, and they bloomed when they saw Zhuang Qingliu.

Zhuang Qingliu slowly pushed aside a large piece of round green lotus leaves with a paddle: "What about the other colors?"

Mei Siji: "Ugly."

Well... one word, precise and concise, lively and vivid.

Ox.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and said casually to a pink lotus flower passing by her shoulder: "You are ugly."

The flower seemed to have suffered some great grievance, and suddenly drooped and withered.

"??" Zhuang Qingliu was startled, and quickly reached out to touch it, "...Don't, don't give up on yourself, I can save it, and you can't."

The pink lotus seemed to be encouraged, and stood up swayingly, and touched Zhuang Qingliu's hand affectionately.

Zhuang Qingliu was puzzled, and quickly tried a few flowers one after another, and found that they could understand her words.

But she greeted the flower in the blue lake before, why did the flower ignore her?

Mei Siji was familiar with these strange phenomena, and looked at her inexplicably: "When you talk to people, everyone doesn't necessarily talk to you, what's so strange about that?" Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

So the reason why the flower ignored her was because of her aloofness?

That's too indifferent.

Zhuang Qingliu stared at the lotus flowers all over the lake, suddenly beckoned, tried to gather them together, then spread them apart, then moved his hands, talked in his heart, and gathered them again.

Mei Siji witnessed the ups and downs of the entire lake, surging continuously, and asked her involuntarily: "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her: "You all have the United Nations, and I want to form my Lotus United Kingdom."

Mei Siji looked confused: "?" What is this person talking about?

"Oh, that's how we talk when we grow up—" Zhuang Qingliu opened his eyes and said nonsense, and then seemed to ask casually, "By the way, your Duanzhu Lord is usually like that cold flower, who are you talking to?" Is it that little?"

Mei Siji vomited on her intentionally: "Only for you, she doesn't want to talk to you."

Zhuang Qingliu turned towards the lake: "Here comes a white lotus, and pull her into the water."

Green leaves surged immediately on the surface of the lake.

"?!" Mei Siji glanced at Zhuang Qingliu in shock, then turned around and ran into the cabin.

Probably because of the abnormal phenomenon on the lake surface, not a moment after she ran into the boat, two small fishing boats slowly rowed over, one on the left and one on the right, and an old man in a bamboo hat at the bow inspected the boat from a distance. After a glance, he supported Chuanhao on the spot, and asked Zhuang Qingliu politely: "Is the fairy boat from the Mei family passing by here?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked around and nodded at him: "Exactly."

The old man reached out his hand to touch the side of the boat, and soon a small bamboo fish basket flew over: "Xiao Xianchang! This is the first red carp we caught this spring. It is a good omen except for good luck." , the wish is also quite effective, and I sent it to several fairy elders to take with me, and the journey is smooth."

The disciples of the Mei family usually leave the Immortal Mansion when they reach their twenties, and choose a place to guard them to keep them safe. The juniors who are less than twenty often go down the mountain to visit the Immortal Hunting and help ordinary people, so they are well received.As soon as the old man threw out the basket, he seemed to be afraid that the fish he sent would not be accepted, so he turned around and ran away.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help laughing, and opened the bamboo basket to take a look. It was indeed a golden-red carp with extraordinary aura.With a move in her heart, she bowed her head and said, "If you can bless me to go back, I will let you go."

The fish flicked its tail in the bamboo basket, but there was no reaction.

"Are you very spiritual as promised? Does your business scope only cover the river near your home?"

Zhuang Qingliu stared at it for a while, thinking that it might be because he didn't speak formally enough, so he said loudly: "Sky Lingling, Earth Lingling, it's okay to send me back!"

Mei Hualan, who had just heard the sound of getting out of the boat, paused, lowered her head and stared at Zhuang Qingliu for a while, then stretched out her hand to take the fish basket expressionlessly.

Then at dinner in the evening, this carp appeared on the dinner table.

Zhuang Qingliu: "?"

"..."

Mei Hualan sat at the table with a cool expression on her face, as if Zhuang Qingliu was talking nonsense, and she would be the next one to serve.

It's also weird, and somehow cute.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but looked at Mei Hualan a few more times, then covered his face and smiled, okay.

This person has already had a bigu, and she and Mei Siji are the only ones to eat dinner. Just as Zhuang Qingliu picked up the bowl, he stretched out his chopsticks at the carp that had passed away peacefully...the fish flew into Mei Siji with a "whoosh" bowl.

"..." She looked at the fish, then Mei Hualan's face, and then looked back and forth between her bowl and Mei Siji's bowl, and couldn't help asking, "Why can you eat meat? Where's my meat? "

"The injury on your shoulder is still not healed, so of course you can't eat it." The girl Mei Siji looked at the gentleman, and she ate like a tornado. She rolled a fish upside down in two or three strokes. It’s not easy, how can you take their fish casually.”

"You know it's not easy and you still eat so deliciously? Don't you hurry up and send money? Can this world be better?"

Annoyed and ashamed... No, question three times.

"You don't need to tell me." Mei Siji rolled her eyes at her, and went to the kitchen with a bowl to get more food.

Zhuang Qingliu turned to Meihualan: "Mr. Duanzhu, this world is so indifferent, it makes people feel cold hands and feet, trembling all over, tears falling down... I forgot about it later."

In short.

Zhuang Qingliu pulled his bowl with only vegetables and vegetables and vegetables, and looked up: "Give me some meat."

The corners of Mei Hualan's eyes twitched lightly, ignoring her.

Zhuang Qingliu pointed to his left shoulder: "I'm fine, I'm really fine."

Mei Hualan still ignored it, but she couldn't help but glanced up from the corner of her eye.

Zhuang Qingliu's heart moved: "How about I pull it down and show you?"

Sure enough, Mei Hualan immediately looked away slightly.

"Huh? Meipan? What's the matter with you?" Zhuang Qingliu asked deliberately, "Haven't you seen it several times? What's wrong with looking at the shoulder? I don't pull down, just take a look, how about some meat?" ..."

Mei Hualan seemed to finally stand up unbearably, turned around and left the cabin without looking sideways.

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the table with one hand resting on her chin, followed her eyes, and felt a little red behind her ears.

This person is really self-denying and decent, not fake and serious. It is inappropriate and disrespectful to tease her like this, and it is a bit bullying her.

Zhuang Qingliu leaned against a low couch after dinner, closed her eyes and reflected for a while in a daze, and decided not to do this again.

The sky quickly darkened, and star waves spread out in the night sky.

"Sleepy?"

Mei Hualan, who didn't know when she came in, stood in front of her eyes, lowered her head and pulled Zhuang Qingliu's collar with a cool look.

Zhuang Qingliu turned his head sleepily to look at the night outside: "You shook me awake just to ask me if I was sleepy?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"You want to talk to me, right? Why?" Zhuang Qingliu, who had just reflected a moment ago, no longer teased this person, flew into the scroll trash can, and began to act uncontrollably again.

Mei Hualan lowered her eyelids, but said nothing.

Zhuang Qingliu observed her ears and muttered deliberately: "Are you actually a bad mouth? Want to talk? Love to talk? Can't help it?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

The dates are gone.

Zhuang Qingliu glanced haggardly at the confiscated date... feeling that the price of teasing Mr. Mei was too high.

Mei Hualan smoothed out Li Zhuang Qingliu's hair and clothes, and brought her to the door after waking her up. Mei Siji was already waiting there with a sword.

Zhuang Qingliu was still too sleepy to figure out what he was going to do, when Mei Hualan's fingertips overflowed with spiritual light, methodically and quickly drew something on the door, and then pushed it lightly.

After the door was pushed open, there was still a sparkling river shrouded in night outside, but instead, there was a brightly lit inn.