Everybody wants to be my leg pendant

——Believe it or not?

Of course it has to be a letter... at least on the surface.

Shen Qingyan looked at a group of monks nodding in unison in front of him, but clearly saw the word "do not believe" in black and white in their eyes.The words of justification rolled on the tip of my tongue twice, but I couldn't figure out a proper wording after careful consideration...

How to justify this matter?

No matter how I think about it, I feel that it will get darker and darker!

Under the sympathetic eyes of the onlookers, Shen Qingyan closed the shop with complicated emotions.After sitting in a daze for 3 minutes amidst the roar of "You die!", he reached into his pocket and took out a thing that had been forgotten for a long time.

"...Didn't you say that you are my ancestor?"

Shen Qingyan held the jade pendant and said solemnly:

"Think about it carefully, is there any private cave in our Shen family ancestors where we can hide from the world? I need it urgently, and it is extremely urgent!"

"...Even if there is, I can't tell you."

Shen Wangxi, who is said to be the ancestor of the Shen family for countless generations, coughed twice, looked at Shen Qingyan and said earnestly: "Grandson, when it comes to things like feelings, escaping cannot solve the problem."

Shen Qingyan: ...

Yeah, escaping won't solve the problem, he already knows that.

Shen Qingyan sighed deeply, put the jade pendant aside, got up and came to the window.

At this time, it was the dawn of the morning, and the scattered morning stars had receded, and the hazy sunlight shone through the thin mist, illuminating the wind chimes hanging on the corner of the corridor.Fu Niao shuttled briskly through the mist with a basket in its mouth. The monks who had just finished a battle chatted and laughed in small groups. Many people stood on the bluestone road in Lane 23 South, amidst the sound of discussion brought by the breeze. The voice of "Mr. Shen" was mixed in from time to time.

——All this seems to be the same as when he escaped from Quang Binh City, only the address was changed, but everything remained the same, and he couldn't escape anything.

When faced with an unsolvable problem last time, he chose to escape, but this time a new problem appeared again, how should he solve it?

escape?How to escape?

Even if you can escape thousands of miles, can you still escape your own heart?

My mind is full of chaos, and I am entangled and ignore it.Sitting on the couch staring at the light and shadow leaking through the window, Shen Qingyan finally made a decision - to cook.

Feelings are too complicated, cooking is simpler _(:з」∠)_.

What kind of dish should I make?Shen Qingyan thought about it, and decided to make it simpler.After all, he doesn't really want to cook now, but he just wants to find something to devote himself to, to take his thoughts out of the complicated and charming world of ten feet, and get a moment of respite.

Shen Qingyan walked to the kitchen, took out a bluestone mill, picked a few handfuls of beans carefully, looked at it for a while, but put it down again.Obviously, it was the soybeans that I had selected and bought before, and the grains were so full that each one was shining, but now I hold it in my hand but I don't want to use it... After hesitating for a while, Shen Qingyan still took it out from the storage bag There was a ball of light, and in the light was the medicine garden that Bo Yunyi gave him.

In fact, it is more appropriate to call it a vegetable garden, right?

He stared at the light and smiled silently.

Did anyone feel weird in those days?Bo Yunyi, Bo Jianxian, who is best at refining weapons, usually likes to collect all kinds of weird "medicine materials" that no one else has heard of...

Throwing away the ball of light casually, Shen Qingyan took a step forward and stepped into the hazy and brilliant light.

The brilliance in his eyes rose brightly, enveloping him like a mist in an instant.At the moment when the scene in front of him was covered by the mist, Shen Qingyan clearly felt the ground under his feet tremble slightly - he subconsciously took a step back and changed his posture to stand more stably - it was just a step back After a while, when he raised his head again, the world had changed.

The brilliance in front of me has dissipated, and the usual faint smokey smell at the tip of the nose has also disappeared, and the fresh pastoral atmosphere is blown by the breeze: the slightly damp earthy smell is mixed with the fragrance of plants.

Chirping birdsong sounded not far away, and his arrival alarmed a group of resident birds.Colorful plumes and feathers blew past like a whirlwind, circled and circled under the blue sky, and suddenly flew away: in the middle of the group of birds that were as eye-catching as fireworks, there was a beautiful big bird flying towards him with its wings raised by the wind.Its figure flying under the jasper-like sky is beautiful and strange, with two wings of completely different colors: one is burning like fire, and the other is as clear as jade.

The big bird sang melodiously, and gracefully flew towards him among the frightened flock of birds. When it flew close to him, Shen Qingyan realized that it was not one bird, but two: one was red and the other was green. , head to head shoulder to shoulder and flew towards him in unison, as intimate and familiar as flying thousands of miles together.

Riding on the wind, they flew together in front of Shen Qingyan, their broad wings patted him lightly, turned around in front of him radiantly, and then flew away singing and flying away on the wind—— Just came to say hello to him.Shen Qingyan stood where she was, flattered.

After a while, he remembered one thing:

"Are they the same two lovebirds?"

Recalling the size of the "winging red thread", Shen Qingyan thinks it is probably true.If they hadn't been fooled into living here for a long time, if they wanted to make that ball of red thread, they would have to be bald.

Looking up, there are many fields in all directions.Surrounded by black mountains in the distance, several clear streams rush into the fields, and there are dwarf trees planted among the green vegetable gardens. with bugs.

Not far away, there is an open space surrounded by streams. Instead of growing vegetables, three or five peach blossoms are planted slantingly.

Shen Qingyan stared at those peach blossoms, the more he looked at them, the more familiar they looked, and he couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and soon saw a corner of the eaves with sharp eyes.He quickened his pace and walked forward, walked through the path very familiarly, pushed open the small door between the green bamboo fences, and then turned around the largest peach tree, looking forward, Shen Qingyan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Standing in front of that familiar yet unfamiliar hut, he felt struck by lightning.

This house is almost exactly the same as the dining room he was relegated to in the Canghua Sect back then!

Bo Yunyi actually dug up the dining room of the Canghua Sect? !

He scanned the surroundings over and over again, and finally found something unusual: this place was not exactly the same as the dining room he had been in, and lacked many details, such as some firewood piled up behind the room, and several jars in the corner. .After walking two steps forward, and pushing open the door, Shen Qingyan suddenly realized.

This house is not exactly the same as the dining room of the Canghua School, but it is exactly the same as the courtyard and kitchen that I presented to everyone during my first live broadcast....

Walking around in the familiar kitchen, stroking the cold kitchen knives, Shen Qingyan looked at this familiar yet strange scene, and couldn't help feeling mixed feelings.

Dazed for a while, Shen Qingyan walked slowly to the chopping board, and turned on the live broadcast that had been off all night.

"It's the way it is."

Before countless barrages flooded in, Shen Qingyan had already spoken first.He smiled calmly and said to the audience: "After repelling Moxiu's attack yesterday, Bo Yunyi and I—that is, the 'local tyrant'—confessed to me, and I didn't agree to him for the time being. But I accepted the medicine garden he gave me."

"In this medicine garden, I found a house, and this is the only room I saw in this medicine garden."

He stood up and took two steps between the chopping board and the stove.

"I don't know if there are any old viewers who have been watching my live broadcast in the live broadcast room... It's just that this scene...is really familiar to me, very familiar."

Shen Qingyan stopped in front of the window, and the burning peach blossoms outside the window came here wantonly with their fragrance.The originally turbulent barrage suddenly stopped amidst Shen Qingyan's narration, and after a while, familiar IDs appeared one by one in front of Shen Qingyan's eyes, accompanied by sporadic barrage.

Zhu: "This place looks familiar."

Daofa Hengchang: "I remember this place, isn't this the place where the anchor first broadcast live?"

Qingyun: "This is like the dining room of the Canghua sect!"

Shen Qingyan watched the barrage quietly for a while, and not long after, a line of familiar characters popped out at the top of the live broadcast room.It’s still the familiar topping, it’s still the familiar font, it’s still the familiar bling——

A local tyrant who only belongs to the anchor: "This is the place where we first met you."

In an instant, all the other barrages became blurred, only this golden barrage jumped up and hit his chest, making his heart ache.

Shen Qingyan looked at this line of words, and he took a deep breath to suppress the sourness that suddenly flooded into his eyes.

"Yes."

He said softly, "This is where I first met you."