no one knows better than me

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Mr. Duanzhu, Mei Pan, Mei Mei, younger sister, Pan Pan.

Mei Hualan couldn't help looking at Shangzhuang Qingliu's close eyes for a while, thinking that she could really name herself ten names a day.

Zhuang Qingliu: "...Huh?"

Um? ?

This person seems to have used his own "just don't talk" method...but his eyes flickered lightly, and he seemed to say: "Guess."

Zhuang Qingliu thought about it quickly, before waking up for divination that day... it seemed that only one thing happened, her heart moved, and she asked, "Is it because you heard what I said to Li Yu?"

Mei Hualan: "No."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Here it is again, this person obviously has a way to bypass her subconsciously distinguishing truth from falsehood, but "autism" still enters the drama in a second, and it is not ambiguous at all.

Zhuang Qingliu stared at her for a moment - not to talk properly, okay.

It is not impossible.

She reached out to grab the copper coins on the table, and casually tossed them out of the cabin. Mei Hualan sat in place in front of the table for a while, then gently scraped the water with the tea cover, and couldn't help but follow out.

It was dark outside, and the moonlight was very bright, and the river surface was sparkling, and from time to time, slender water plants swayed gently due to the passing of ships.

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Siji sat side by side in the bow of the boat, with their feet in the water to blow the wind, while Mei Hualan couldn't help leaning against the door frame, looking at them quietly from the side.

I don't know what Zhuang Qingliu said, but Mei Siji seemed to turn her head and quickly rolled her eyes at her: "You chatted with me for a long time just to steal another orange from me?"

"Of course not." Zhuang Qingliu ate two petals without blushing, then suddenly put the remaining half into her palm, and asked, "Siji, you said that if the world is stable and peaceful, a person with the ability How do you present yourself?"

In other words, how can a stinky bird show off its beautiful feathers without branches?How can a person who claims to be extraordinary have no chance to stand out?Or you feel that you are better than the people around you and deserve more, but you don’t have a platform to perform, so why do you get it?

"I know what you mean. When the water is too clear, there will be no fish. When it is too peaceful, the gap between the truly powerful and the mediocre will be narrowed. Just like I was born in our family, and my surname was Mei when I was born. Many people treated me Respect is because of my family and my surname, and even because I am a relative's child, while those casual cultivators do not have such opportunities."

Mei Siji looked down at the palm of her hand, the white silk was peeled clean, the soft orange petals looked delicious, she couldn't help but forgave the vixen for stealing the orange, and naturally ate it Leo: "But everything is safe and peaceful, what's there to show, can't we live well together?"

"What if he was born in a bad situation and needs to change?" Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows, "Or a family's original situation is very bad, so there must be one person who gets ahead?"

Mei Siji frowned lightly—it is life to spend each day relatively easily and happily, and it is also life to spend every day with difficulty and suffering, but these are obviously different, one is life, and the other can only be life at best. live.

And people can't change their origins. Nowadays, when hundreds of families of Xianmen are on good terms with each other, monks hardly fight each other. The reputation that is widely circulated in chatting is the biggest thing that a person can rely on. capital.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head to look at her, if there was any deep meaning in her words: "Shangzi Pei's problem, won't your family have it?"

Mei Siji was silent for a while, then turned to look at her seriously: "I promise Senior Zhuang, no matter what, I will never be that kind of person in my life."

Zhuang Qingliu rubbed her head: "I'm not talking about you, you are so good."

Mei Siji seemed a little unaccustomed to being praised so bluntly by her, and after thinking about something for a while with reddish eyes, she said: "I will tell the suzerain about this when I go back. Some things are indeed—"

I really can't think about it carefully, the reason why such things happened to the Shangzi Pei family is that many things are "human nature", the kind of jealousy that often occurs, it is hard to say that today's hundreds of immortal families, other families and sects Really as polished on the inside as it is on the outside, there's nothing like it.

Zhuang Qingliu just looked at her reddened ears curiously, and couldn't help but wonder if this reaction was also inherited from the ancestors?She asked: "Why are you looking for the suzerain? Don't you talk to Mr. Duanzhu?"

"Mr. Duanzhu is like a master outside, and he will come in person when there is something to do. Usually, he doesn't care about these things. He is in charge of the suzerain master, the family's Immortal Mansion and Seventy City."

After Mei Siji briefly explained to her, she suddenly turned around and asked, "Senior Zhuang, if Duan Zhujun hadn't destroyed it in advance, and Pei Xuan's sacrifice had really been completed, you would have really killed him... Are there more than 1000 people?"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes flickered, and he said vaguely without thinking, "Who knows, after all, nothing is imminent."

"..." I said a lot, and it was her turn to be just this...just this?

Mei Siji felt that she fed the dog awkwardly, and pulled her feet out of the water angrily, went into the boat without shoes to sleep, and didn't even say hello when passing by Meihualan.

She probably felt that Zhuang Qingliu, a "dog", was spoiled by Mei Hualan's lack of principles.

Zhuang Qingliu smiled for a while with her chin in her hands, then turned her gaze to Mei Hualan, who had also been rarely "neglected" in front of the door frame, looked at her subtly, but didn't speak.

Mei Hualan looked at her with lowered eyes for a while, then said: "I know you—"

As soon as she spoke, Zhuang Qingliu also got up suddenly, and Shi Shiran passed by her with bare feet: "It's night, sleep."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

She turned her head to look at Zhuang Qingliu's back, and after thinking for a moment that she felt something was wrong, she followed in and closed the porthole, added another spoonful of incense to the incense burner, and finally turned to the bed and put A small porcelain jar filled with clean water.

"With the incense burning, you won't dream at night, and with water beside you, you won't get up and swim at night." Mei Hualan met her eyes, lowered her head and said softly.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Qingliu lay on the pillow and stared at her for a while: "Good."

"..."

Mei Hualan didn't look away for a long time, and looked at her several times without a word.

This person did it on purpose, when he was with Mei Siji, he would talk too much.And in the blink of an eye, she will imitate her... It's okay.

Mr. Duanzhu probably didn't sleep well all night.

When the sun shone warmly through the window the next day, Zhuang Qingliu didn't seem to have had enough sleep. Although his eyes opened blinking, he lay on the bed for a long time without getting up.

Mei Hualan seemed to want to talk to her on purpose, so she couldn't help walking to the side of the bed nonchalantly, lowering her head unnaturally and asking, "Did you not have a dream last night?"

Zhuang Qingliu watched her lift the quilt: "No."

"..." Mei Hualan lost all expression after being "no" by her, and left the bed in silence.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly smiled in his heart. After packing up the quilt and washing, he saw the person who had disappeared for a moment come out of the small kitchen in the cabin, with a stack of crispy yellow crispy fried buns in his hand.

Zhuang Qingliu's attention was diverted immediately, and she immediately lowered her head and asked, "Small fried buns? The kind of fried buns you ate in Xuanzhou?"

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on her face, and she blinked her eyelashes.

Zhuang Qingliu seemed to sense what this person was thinking, and she couldn't help laughing, so she decided not to argue with her... No, don't bother with delicious food.

She quickly sat down, picked up the buns and ate two mouthfuls, and then completely forgave the coaxing boss in front of her: "It's just as delicious, um...Mei Pan, you went to Xuanzhou early in the morning Bought it? Is the injury healed?"

Before Mei Hualan could speak, the bleary-eyed Mei Siji passed by the door with a spatula, and asked Zhuang Qingliu by the way: "What's the matter, the flour in the kitchen has decreased a lot overnight, have you eaten it?"

"..." Mei Hualan's expression changed a little bit, she lifted her eyelids, and threw herself towards the door with deep meaning.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't notice it yet, but just looked at Mei Siji: "...I seem to be so hungry that I get up in the middle of the night and eat flour directly?"

"Then what's going on? It's strange, it's missing."

Mei Siji walked away from the door again without waking up. She didn't see that Zhuang Qingliu had eaten fried buns at all, and she didn't receive Mr. Duanzhu's bewildered sight. She was still thinking about not having enough flour. Alright, how about some porridge for breakfast?

Zhuang Qingliu bit half a small bun in his mouth, and after watching her drift away like a wandering soul, Fuzhi suddenly thought of something, and slowly turned his gaze back to Mei Hualan's face, and said, "Mei Pan, are you... ..."

Mei Hualan: "No."

"Did you learn to make fried buns last night and failed a lot?" Zhuang Qingliu said without stopping.

The corner of Mei Hualan's mouth twitched lightly: "...How is that possible."

"...Hahahahahaha." Zhuang Qingliu really couldn't help but suddenly propped up half of his forehead, turned his head away and laughed like hell.

Mei Hualan lost all expression on her face, and finally said stubbornly: "...There is absolutely no such thing."

"Okay, okay." Zhuang Qingliu covered his face with his hands for a while, and happily raised his hand to pinch Mei Hualan's face, "Pan Pan, there's nothing to deny, it's so cute."

……

Mei Hualan couldn't sit still and stood up, picked up the sword and was about to leave.

Zhuang Qingliu remembered the jujube thing last time, and quickly grabbed her sleeve with the little bun in his mouth: "Wait, wait... Where are you going? Where are you going?? Why don't you tell me, or take I?"

Mei Hualan's rare eyes drifted on Zhuang Qingliu's face and said bluntly: "Are you clinging to me?"

Zhuang Qingliu blinked and looked at her: "What is that? Where are you going? You must be shy..."

"No." Mei Hualan's dimples flashed across her cheeks, and she said seriously, "I'm going to a place, and I'll get something back. You and Si Ji go back first, and you don't have to wait for me."

Since she summed it up so succinctly, she probably didn't want to go into details. Zhuang Qingliu felt a fleeting feeling in her heart, and quickly nodded and said, "Then, can you draw that kind of talisman that can send messages?"

"Of course, do you want it?"

Zhuang Qingliu nodded: "I want it."

Mei Hualan smiled, her fingertips condensed with aura, and quickly lowered her head to draw a few pieces of her own communication talisman on the blank talisman paper.Zhuang Qingliu picked it up to have a look, and after putting it away, Mei Hualan left gently at the bow of the boat.

Mei Siji came out with three bowls of porridge in a daze and asked, "What's going on, where is Mr. Duanzhu going? What are you doing?"

"It's something to say, let's go back first." Zhuang Qingliu quickly rubbed her head and said foolishly, "I'm not very hungry, you should eat all three bowls of porridge."

Mei Siji: "???"

No matter what, the fairy boat had already left the land of Shangzi, and was given spiritual power again. The rest of the return journey went smoothly, and the two quickly returned to the Mei family's fairy mansion.

But as soon as he got off the boat, Zhuang Qingliu lay down on the grass at the foot of the mountain in a big character, unwilling to move for a long time.

Mei Siji quickly reached out to grab her.

"Finally, I don't have to dangle on the water anymore. Can I take a rest before climbing the [-] stone steps of your house?" Zhuang Qingliu asked with her eyes closed.

Mei Siji lowered her head and said, "No way, Senior Zhuang, we must report this incident to the suzerain as soon as possible."

Zhuang Qingliu opened his eyes: "...then there's no need to be in such a hurry? Is this matter urgent?"

"Yes." Mei Siji pulled her up forcefully again, "Depending on the weather, if it is later, it will delay the suzerain's nap."

Zhuang Qingliu: "... what??"

Without saying a word, Mei Siji directly used her spiritual power to drag her away from the ground like a carpet.

"..." When Mei Hualan was not around, she used to be treated like this.The girl was calling Senior Zhuang, and the girl pulling her hand was Maid Zhuang.

Zhuang Qingliu pulled her hand away tiredly, walked straight by himself, went all the way deep into the Meihai and entered the Immortal Mansion, and suddenly found a group of big geese on the grass in front of the Meiyuan in Meihua Lane.

What's going on?Obviously not before going out, where did these big geese come from?

Could it be... because she said before that the Mei family didn't eat meat, so these big geese were bought up the mountain and raised in the past few days?

Then Mei Hualan is too attractive.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but the corners of his eyes and brows became alive, and he began to imagine various ways to eat it while walking: "It's so cute, it's best to sprinkle it spicy when roasting, by the way, do you have any spices like cumin here? "

"..." Mei Siji glanced at her, and quickly strode towards the front yard, "It seems that Sigui has returned."

Zhuang Qingliu quickly turned around and asked, "Who?"

"Sigui." Mei Siji gave her a strange look, "Didn't Mr. Duanzhu tell you?"

"???"

"Thinking - thinking generation? Thinking back?"

"Yes, among the disciples of our generation, only Sigui was raised by Mr. Duanzhu in his own yard. I don't know how much he loves her." Mei Siji walked quickly into the front yard, looking inside and out. They turned around, but they couldn't find anyone, "It should be back, where did you go?"

"Forget it." Mei Siji searched for a while, and then turned out, "You don't have cultivation base, you should be tired, go back to Duanzhujun's yard and rest first, I will report to the Suzerain about this trip to Pei's family, If he finds you, talk again."

The girl seemed to have endless energy, so she walked out of the yard quickly after she finished speaking, and walked away in a hurry.

Zhuang Qingliu stood in front of the door, looked at the small yard in front of him for a while, lowered his eyes, scratched the chin of a big goose at his feet, then turned and went back to the yard of Meihualan.

She was indeed indescribably sleepy. There were eight thousand steps on the way to the Mei Family Immortal Mansion, and each step was engraved with Xiuwen and basic swordsmanship moves. The ancestors of the Mei Family specially added a spirit array to train their descendants. Except that after reaching a certain level of cultivation, you can directly control the sword and control the sky, the rest of the disciples must use their feet at every level before they complete their studies, which is really enough.

The interior of the house is just as it was when I left, the windows are bright and clean, and the shadows are sparse and slanted. In the Immortal Mansion, there seems to be no dust on the table or floor.

Before Zhuang Qingliu was about to throw her head on the pillow, she couldn't help but stood in front of the bed and looked at it for a moment - she didn't pay attention when she first came here, but now she suddenly saw that the bed in front of her seemed a little too big, it was definitely... …the standard bed for two, seems bigger than the bed for two?

Mei Hualan, a bed for two people?

Before Zhuang Qingliu fell asleep, he couldn't help but think a lot, until his eyelids completely closed by themselves.

After Mei Siji finished looking for Mei Huazhou, she turned back again, saw that Zhuang Qingliu was asleep, so she didn't bother her much, but pasted a "do not move around" flower note on her bedside, and then left.

The sky quickly darkened, and Zhuang Qingliu woke up from sleep... The surroundings were exceptionally quiet, with a gorgeous galaxy above his head, water glistening in the corners of his eyes, and the cool breeze gently blowing around.

She slept again in a small boat with a black roof.

It seems that Meihualan hasn't come back yet, and this is the big lake on the back mountain of her Meiyuan. After Zhuang Qingliu reacted for a while, she got up calmly, looked around quietly for a while in the night, and suddenly remembered the talisman for sending messages. Couldn't help lowering his head and flipping it out, snapping his fingers.

The talisman quickly ignited, shining a faint blue light in the night, and Mei Hualan's voice came out clearly: "Huh?"

Although there is only one concise word, it is extremely soft to the ears.

Isn't this just the phone function? It's really novel to use it myself, Zhuang Qingliu blinked and said: "It's me."

Mei Hualan seemed to smile lightly: "I know, are you awake?"

How could this person even know that she fell asleep as soon as she came back? Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help holding up half of her chin: "Is the thing you want to take not dangerous? Are you busy now?"

Mei Hualan: "No, I'm not busy."

Zhuang Qingliu quickly asked: "Then can you come back tomorrow?"

Meihualan seemed to pause for a moment, and the voice coming through the talisman seemed to become softer and more ethereal: "Want me to go back early?"

"..." What kind of weird question is this? Zhuang Qingliu skipped over it in surprise, and just said, "In your yard..."

She wanted to take advantage of the situation to ask about "Mei Sigui", but after she blurted out the words, she thought about it and changed it to: "Where is the suitable place to grow grapes in your yard? Can I plant them in the northeast corner of the wall?"

Mei Hualan replied as always: "Yes, yes."

Zhuang Qingliu's heart moved, and she couldn't help lying down slowly back into the boat again. After listening to her voice for a while, she continued to ask: "How about that kind of sweet-scented osmanthus tree? No golden osmanthus, let's plant a red osmanthus. The moon can bloom, and you can also make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes."

Mei Hualan: "Yes."

"Mei Pan, the plum tree in your house is too monotonous." Zhuang Qingliu put his hands behind his head, "It's going to be planted anyway, why don't you plant a pear tree by the way? You can eat pears."

Mei Hualan: "Okay."

After a while, "Mei Pan, let's plant an apricot orchard. You can see the apricot blossoms, eat apricots, and make almond cakes."

"Ah."

"Plant some more walnuts..."

"Row."

……

"Mei Pan, are you still there?"

"exist."

The stars in the night became brighter and brighter, and the horses that the two of them used to transform the Mei Family Fairy Mansion ran farther and farther. Mei Hualan didn't talk much, but she kept telling her, "Well, I'm here."

Zhuang Qingliu was in a beautiful mood and rocked the black awning boat from side to side. She couldn't help but become more interested in the conversation, and had already drawn a blueprint in her mind: "Mei Pan, I suddenly thought..." She said After a long time, the magic talisman suddenly barked, and a puff of white smoke burst out in midair, and went out.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyelids drooped: "..."

This magic talisman is easy to use, it is easy to use, and it is happy, but it seems... a little bit of a waste?

The author has something to say: Forget it, today there are no four and a half year olds who have a happy holiday!