Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

.Song Jing suppressed a smile, and wanted to rub that head of stubborn blond hair, but seeing a dark layer of dust that he didn't know where it came from, he gave up this kind of behavior to prevent Xia Yu from continuing to condemn himself.

"I'm not sad. I was just wondering why your name is so strange, it's called Rain." Song Jing thought that if someone called him "Rain, rain" loudly, it would cause other people's misunderstanding Woolen cloth?

Xia Yu smiled kindly and shyly said, "Well, the word Xia means summer in summer, not up and down."

"Oh." Song Jing rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Aren't you troubled by the homophonic problem? Why don't you change your name?"

"The name was given by my parents, how can I change it?" Xia Yu's face was slightly dark, as if remembering something, and then she forced a smile, "I often hear people say that it is the difference between 'rain is the best' and 'I like rain the most'. If it’s like that, I’ll be very happy in my heart.”

fool.Song Jing looked at Xia Yu softly, so there must be many people who say "the rain is the most annoying", "the rain is the most troublesome", or something like that?At that time, I knew that I was not talking about myself, and I would feel very happy, right?

Song Jing actually doesn't like rainy days very much. When it rains, the air is humid, as if everything, even the people hidden in the dark, are corrupted together.The rain fell day and night, as if it would drown the world and obliterate all traces of the past.

But he doesn't really hate rain. After a little rain, the scenery will become much more vivid. Taking a deep breath, he feels that the exhaustion in his body has disappeared.

To be precise, Song Jing likes the moment when the rainbow comes after the rain.

Now Song Jing doesn't mind telling a little lie: "Actually, well, I like rain very much."

Xia Yu's face suddenly became lively, filled with a smile: "Thank you, Qingli. Will you live here with me in the future?" He looked at the bed in front of him, and said reluctantly: "You have always been the young master, Give you this bed to sleep in, I'll look for another one."

Song Jing is helpless, can this bed also be nostalgic?What is the origin of this Xia Yu, it is so shabby to be able to live in the backyard of Tantai's house.

But seeing how Xia Yu didn't want to mention it, he chose not to ask and kept silent.Will tell myself one day, won't I?

What Song Jing didn't expect was that what Xia Yu didn't have time to say or thought it was unnecessary to say would eventually become the fuse of the thorns between the two of them.

At that time, he thought, if he had asked at that time, the kind Xia Yu would have told him in the end even though he hesitated.

It's always better, let Xia Yu's temperament change drastically, let's be more sensitive and neurotic.Depravity is sometimes a matter of a moment.

Song Jing just waved his hand at the moment: "I'm just practicing here. I don't live here at night."

Xia Yu was a little disappointed: "Really? You have to leave at night?"

"En." Song Jing was slightly embarrassed.I didn't even know the reason for the embarrassment, "That Xia Yu, let's start cleaning. This one is for your bedroom, and I'll find another one for the study."

"Thank you Qingli." Xia Yu blushed with embarrassment, "Let's clean it together. We can move in soon."

"En. Clean this room first, so you can live in tonight."

Xia Yu looked at Song Jing gratefully.I feel that this is the only person in the world who treats me very well.

Song Jing stared at the sky speechlessly under Xia Yu's moving gaze, feeling ashamed in her heart, this——as for what?

Isn't it just a bad bed, a bad room.

10 Floating Life and Leisurely

更新时间2010-3-2318:37:33字数：3295

Song Jing never felt that physical labor was so leisurely.

Holding a rag in his hand, he seemed to be living a peaceful and peaceful life in the mortal world.

Please forgive him for still being in such a state of mind at this time, Song Jing didn't hesitate to shake the shopkeeper in front of her, standing under the eaves and watching the light rain, her mood was surprisingly relaxed and happy.As for the tidying up of those dilapidated and messy rooms, he left Xia Yu to do everything without any self-consciousness.

Professional things are left to professional people.

This is the conclusion Song Jing came to after being humiliated in the room.If you think about it, you should know that he is an otaku, the one who can't get his hands on instant noodles and soot in the house, how strong is his hands-on ability.Especially after seeing Xia Yu's quick and efficient actions, Song Jing wisely chose to stand aside so as not to hinder Xia Yu from sweeping the floor.

Standing aside with clasped hands, watching Xia Yu do everything quickly, Song Jing found it funny that Xia Yu would always take time to look at herself standing aside on the way, and then smiled innocently, as if she hadn't done anything He is still a good person.

Every time he looked at Song Jing, he quickly turned his head away, his ears under the blond hair slowly turned red, pink and tender, and looked easy to touch.Song Jing couldn't stop laughing.

In this warm and quiet atmosphere, Xia Yu tidied up the three selected rooms within three days.One for myself and two for Song Jing.

After the pen and ink could be moved in, the weather began to clear up.

Song Jing closed the gate of the courtyard, placed the wicker chair she brought in in the middle of the courtyard, and sat on it lazily.Let the warm sunshine soak into your clothes and dispel the gloom caused by the continuous rain for several days.

It was only at this time that he felt that the rising sun had a certain effect.

He waved his hand to call Xia Yu to him, and saw that the boy's washed hair became golden and golden, like satin cut by the sun, but it was hard and messy, not at all like Xia Yu's quiet and gentle temperament.

"Hey, do you want to sit down for a while?"

He moved his body a bit, and the wide rattan chair looked like it could seat two people.

Although he didn't want to admit that he was as thin as Tantai Chunshui, and his body looked thin and fragile, but the fact was that, he looked like a little girl in front of Xia Yu.

Xia Yu smiled shyly: "No need, I'll just sit over there." He pointed to the small bench brought out under the eaves.

"How can you see the blue sky and white clouds there?" Song Jing squinted her eyes and looked up at the sky, "Sit with me, let's watch together."

Xia Yu hesitated for a moment, but quietly went to the rattan chair and sat down. The two bodies were close together, and they looked up at the sky together. The black head met the golden one, which looked very harmonious.

"Looking at the sky, I feel that many things are not so important." Song Jing murmured, the sky is very vast, and the blue color is also very pure. Looking at the sky for a long time, I feel that I have also melted into it. In such a large world, I can no longer find my mundane troubles.

Xia Yu listened quietly, looking at Yunjuan and Yunshu, she also seemed to be caught in her own memories.

Song Jing's heart is clear and calm, she was caught off guard when she crossed, the sad Tantai Chunshui, the enchanting Shu Jinxiu, all of them are no longer remembered, she just feels that the world is open, she can roam freely without being bound, and no longer be troubled by unsatisfactory things .In an instant, he left the world and became independent, turned into a feather and became an immortal.

Of course, just for an instant.

Song Jing quickly came back to her senses, and turned her head to look at Xia Yu, who was clearly in a daze.This feeling is too false, if you let yourself indulge in it beautifully, you will forget the reality.This is very abnormal. Could it be that there are too many worries and you are mentally exhausted?

He stretched out his hand to touch Xia Yu's messy short blond hair, thinking that this guy must have the blood of the barbarians north of the Xia Zhi Empire.I heard that there—the people on the Muyun Grassland are all tall and rough, eating raw meat and drinking hot blood.The hair color is messy, and the eyes look like monsters and beasts.It can be described as a wild and uncivilized land.However, Song Jing vaguely knew in Xiao Qingli's memory that there were also monks in that place, but the cultivation method was completely different from Xia Zhi.

Comparing it in my heart, the current summer solstice is like the Central Plains during the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties, while the Muyun Grassland is a sacrificial ceremony in the Western Middle Ages.

In this way, the cognition becomes clearer.

"Hey, Xia Yu, what are you going to do in the future?" Song Jing asked her latent confusion, "Just like this, will you keep practicing until you become a fairy? Can you really become a fairy?" Doubt, even after seeing so many magical formulas, he still doubts the existence of immortals.

Xia Yu woke up from contemplation, gathered herself together, and affirmed: "There are immortals naturally. The ancestors of your Xiao family in Qingli had several successful flying immortals. Why did you ask this? As for me, in fact, I It’s not bad to keep practicing with Qingli like this.”

"Can you live forever if you become a fairy?"

"I don't know. After breaking through the void and leaving, no one in Jingchen saw these immortals again. It seems that they never came back."

"That's it." Song Jing murmured.

"but……"

"kindness?"

"I eavesdropped... and said that even immortals cannot escape the five declines of heaven and man, and no matter how long they live, they will inevitably die. There is nothing that can violate fate."

Song Jing heard the word fate again, just like floating clouds and flowing wind, they exist all the time, people can feel them, but they can't grasp them no matter what.Gradually, I got used to it, and took the cloud and wind as normal, and became a default part of myself.

A fate that cannot be violated.Just like Xizuihua who washes away his sins, he must sacrifice one's perception and emotions in order to escape the punishment of fate.

"But." Xia Yu hesitated, and said softly, "In fact, there is another thing in the legend, which can change one's life against the sky and truly immortal."

"Huh?" Song Jing suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a particularly important message in his mind was about to move, very important, very important, and he tried to calm down the uncontrollable rapid heartbeat, "Yes, what?"

"Nine Nether Orchid Juice." Xia Yu's words made Song Jing's brain feel like a lightning strike.