[Sword Three + Lu Xiaofeng] The Crane Returns to the Lonely Mountain

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The expression in Ye Gucheng's eyes immediately sank, and he looked down at Ye Dange—the girl was looking at him with a pair of big eyes blinking and smiling, and her eyes were full of ridicule and ridicule.

Recently...she seems to be more lively and unscrupulous.Ye Gucheng's expression darkened, and the chill all over his body became even worse.

Although Ye Gucheng still had no expression, Ye Dange could clearly feel that the temperature around him seemed to be getting cold all of a sudden. He put all the things he was carrying in his left hand and freed up his right hand to touch himself. But his eyes turned slightly, and his smile became even bigger. He boldly stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Gucheng's sleeve, and shouted softly:

"Daddy..."

Having known each other for so long, she is no longer afraid of Ye Gucheng. Even if this person gets angry, he doesn't change much as usual. At most, his expression is colder and the chill is worse. So, what is there to be afraid of?

Ye Dange's voice was already soft and waxy, but now it deliberately carried a hint of coquettishness, and it sounded extraordinarily cute—Ye Gucheng looked at her fixedly, his expression became darker, but Ye Dange looked up at her. With a fair and delicate face, he smiled openly and looked at him.

Probably because the atmosphere between the two is really weird, the shopkeeper who was about to persuade Ye Gucheng to satisfy his "daughter"'s wish and buy a few boxes of rouge, dared not speak at all, and abruptly All voices were swallowed.I don't know how long it took, Ye Gucheng suddenly looked away from Ye Dange, turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, stretched out his hand to pass a bank note expressionlessly, and his voice was colder than the cold winter months people:

"One each of the new ones, pack them up."

"Okay, okay!" The shopkeeper quickly responded, took the bank note and bowed his head to pack the rouge.

This time, it was Ye Dange's turn to be stupefied—she was just joking from beginning to end. Ye Gucheng had a bad temper, but he was not a caressing person. No, just buy the rouge with your own money, I didn't expect him to really buy it, but now...

Ye Dange scratched his hair, raised his head to meet Ye Gucheng's dark eyes, smiled dryly, and was about to apologize, but the shopkeeper had already handed over the packaged rouge.Ye Gucheng reached out to take it, turned around and left without even looking at Ye Dange.

Ye Dange touched his nose, and hurriedly chased after him.

The shopkeeper looked at the backs of the two leaving one after another, and the sentence "Master Ye looks serious, but he is very good to the girl" stuck in his throat. For some reason, he didn't dare to say it. With a cold sweat on his back, he sighed, got up to close the door, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "No wonder I haven't seen him in two years, my temper is really weird..."

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Ye Gucheng was really angry, and this time he was really playing it off - this was the conclusion Ye Dange came to after returning home and apologizing in every possible way.

Speaking of which, Ye Gucheng actually didn't express anything special, except that the number of times and words he spoke were less than usual, his tone was colder than usual, and he didn't even bother to look at her when he was talking... But, Ye Dange Inexplicably, he knew that he was angry, and he was very guilty. After apologizing to Ye Gucheng for countless times, but only got him a noncommittal "Yes", the girl in apricot yellow clothes looked at Ye Gucheng's closed door. , drooped his head in frustration, and secretly scolded himself for "nonsense", but still had no choice but to sigh, and went back to the room silently, and walked to the desk in front of the window , spread out the newly bought red paper today, studied the ink and began to write Spring Festival couplets - originally in the Tang Dynasty, peach charms should have been used, but the customs of the Ming Dynasty seem to have changed a little bit compared to hundreds of years ago , Spring Festival couplets replaced peach charms during the Chinese New Year.Since she died in Datang, she should go to the countryside to do as the Romans do...

Ye Gucheng's room is at the innermost side of the entire courtyard. When he came out, he happened to pass Ye Dange's room, but saw her door was open. He glanced at the door expressionlessly, raised his foot and continued walking. But she paused slightly when she passed by her window—the girl had already fallen asleep lying on the table by the window, she seemed to be a little cold, her back was slightly arched, and she was curled up into a ball, but she still endured the pain. Can't help trembling slightly.

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly, but in the end he retreated and entered the room through her open door.

She seems to have written a lot of Spring Festival couplets, and they are all neatly put aside to wait for the ink to dry. Ye Gucheng glanced at it casually - the lines are neat and straight, the handwriting is straight and straight, and it can be seen that there is a bit of literary talent.Under her arm, there was a piece of rice paper with... a painting on it?

Looking at the season in the painting, it is about late autumn. A huge ginkgo tree in the courtyard must be an old tree for many years. At this moment, the dead leaves have fallen all over the ground. There is an extremely handsome young man sitting under the tree. Why is it that she has white hair, her eyes are closed, her expression is cold and indifferent, and there is a little girl in apricot yellow clothes lying on her knees—it looks like she is only five or six years old, she is holding on to the man's sleeve tightly, her expression is full of They are all dependent and playful, but their appearance is vaguely similar to the current Ye Dange.Sitting beside the two of them was a young man in yellow clothes, about ten years old, with a gentle and respectful smile. Although he was still young, he was already elegant and calm. His face...was quite similar to the little girl in the picture. There are some similarities - in such a scene, although the white-haired man looked indifferent, he seemed to have an inexplicable tenderness.

This should have been a good and vivid painting, but——Ye Gucheng's gaze paused slightly, and he turned to the large blank above the painting.This place is probably purposely reserved for inscribing poems. However, instead of inscribing poems at the moment, the sudden few ink dots on it suddenly destroy the warmth of the whole picture—presumably the artist has picked up his pen several times to inscribe poems. , but I didn’t know what to write, so I had to stop writing frequently, and when I was so upset, some ink splashed on the rice paper...

Ye Gucheng looked at Ye Dange who was about to shrink himself into a ball, and was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the frame, then walked over after a pause, reached out and took off the cloak hanging on it, put on to the girl.

"... the city lord?"

After all, Ye Dange is also a master, and she has always been vigilant. Ye Gucheng's slight movement woke her up from her dream, she rubbed her eyes habitually, raised her head to look at Ye Gucheng in a little confusion, and then looked down again. The cloak on his body and the blankness in his eyes finally quickly faded away, and he was replaced by the usual clarity:

"Thank you City Lord."

The voice of the girl who just woke up was still a bit hoarse, it sounded a little different from usual, Ye Gucheng didn't look at her, his gaze returned to the painting on the table, Ye Dange followed his gaze Seeing it, he was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to put the painting away. He had already stretched out his hand, but suddenly realized that such an action was very rude. He paused, coughed, and explained:

"The casual graffiti made the city lord laugh."

"You don't have to be too modest." Ye Gucheng responded lightly, showing no joy or anger.

"The city lord has won the award," Ye Dange smiled, as if he was unwilling to continue this topic, unhurriedly put the scroll aside, looked up at Ye Gucheng secretly, and felt that he seemed, seemed... ...A lot of anger has subsided?At least it wasn't as cold as it was in the morning, so I couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and tentatively said, "It's a rare Chinese New Year, why don't the city lords write some Spring Festival couplets?"

Ye Gucheng didn't move, just looked at her coldly.

Knowing that he was wrong, Ye Dange reached out to touch his nose with a guilty conscience, coughed softly, and unconsciously carried a bit of flattery in his voice:

"City Lord, today's matter... I was messing around, and I hope the City Lord Haihan, don't want to be as knowledgeable as Dan Ge."

Ye Dange said, as if suddenly remembered something, paused, leaned over to rummage through a large pile of things she bought today, and quickly found it from various bags. An oiled paper bag, I stared at it reluctantly for a few more times, then gritted my teeth as if I had finally made up my mind, and handed it to Ye Gucheng with the full meaning of offering a treasure:

"This lotus seed cake is fragrant but not greasy. It's very rare in winter. If you don't know the boss well, I'm afraid you can't buy it today. Mayor, try it?"

She seems to be very familiar with all the bosses and shopkeepers who sell food in Hangzhou?Wanting to make amends with just one bag of pastries, and to expose all the previous nonsense-could it be that in her heart, just one piece of pastry is enough to satisfy everything, so she thinks he is the same?Ye Gucheng lowered his head, watching the girl's fair and slender hands untie the paper bag, revealing a row of pastries neatly stacked inside, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the dream not long ago, slightly startled, but finally did not Refused, under the expectant and reluctant gaze of the girl, she reached out and took a piece.

In this way...is it not even angry?Ye Dange looked at Ye Gucheng who ate a piece of lotus seed cake with no expression on his face, blinked his eyes, immediately hit the snake with the stick, rolled up his sleeves and grinded the ink, and handed the pen to Ye Gucheng very flatteringly: " If I can get a copy of the city lord's ink treasure, it will definitely shine! I will definitely frame it and hang it in the hall to admire every day!"

This statement is really very false, but when she said it, she didn't blush or breathe, and she didn't feel guilty—Ye Gucheng sneered, but in the end she took the pen and wrote the two pieces that Ye Dange had just laid. The long strip of red paper was removed, and he reached out for a rhombus-shaped piece of red paper, picked up a pen and wrote the character "福"——the handwriting was sharp and sharp, and it seemed to have a faint sword spirit.

"Good words!" Ye Dange couldn't help blurting out—this sentence was a compliment from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Gucheng's expression seemed to soften a little, he put down his pen, glanced at the packet of lotus seed cake that Ye Dange had just put on the corner of the table, and stretched out his hand—the girl's expression instantly became reluctance and heartache Standing up, his eyes were fixed on his hands.

Ye Gucheng's heart burst into a smile inexplicably, but he didn't pick up the lotus seed cake, but pushed it in so that it wouldn't fall to the ground, then withdrew his hand, turned around and left, his voice was still cold, but he didn't know why It seems to have a bit of softness:

"no next time."

The author has something to say: The arrogant and cold city lord, the dog-legged Xiao Dange =3=

Did you make it?I carefully calculated that Zhuang Hua started to learn swords in the first year of Kaiyuan. He was eight years old that year, that is to say... when he left the customs in 24 years of Kaiyuan, he was 31 years old when he was blind. By the time of the Anshi Rebellion, Zhuang Hua Hua is 50 years old, everyone should call him Ye Bo (bai) Bo (bai) [Kuoai shut up!

☆, bid farewell to the old