Meteor Killer

Ximen Chuuxue lived in Taiyuan Sword Sect for a whole month.

He stays with Zhongyuan Yidianhong and Panpan every day.

Panpan is a very lively girl. She talks a lot. When she speaks, her mouth will stick up.

Several years later, every time Ximen Chuuxue thinks of Panpan, she always thinks of her pouted little mouth when she speaks.

Panpan also likes to wear blue clothes. She changes into a set of blue clothes every day, and then puts on a blue headband.

The blue hair band is very long, hanging down to the shoulders.

Ximen Chuuxue's daily diet and daily life are all taken care of by Panpan.

She always knocked lightly on the door three times first, and then slowly opened the door after hearing his voice.

The first thing he saw was not the food in her hand, but her smile.

She also had a beautiful smile, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved up, curling up in a naughty and cute way.

Every time Ximen Chuuxue forgot to eat because of looking at her.

He looked at her, and she looked at him.

She looked at him like she was reading a book.

Books need to be turned page by page, and people need to get along day by day.

Soon he knew that in her eyes, he was indeed equivalent to a book.

She often pestered him to tell stories about the world outside of Taiyuan Sword Sect.

She has lived in Taiyuan Sword Sect for more than ten years, and the outside world is strange and new to her.

Ximen Chuuxue told her about the affairs of Jianghu, and she listened carefully with her chin resting, sometimes beaming with joy and sometimes frowning.

Slowly he discovered that she was the best listener, but also the scariest listener.

Ximen Chuuxue felt faintly uneasy.

He realized that the girl was no longer simply listening to the stories, but was allowing herself to participate in these stories.

He didn't know where she put herself in the stories he told.

Maybe she sees herself as a character in it, happy or sad as the story develops.

This was not a good thing, so Ximen Chuuxue gradually didn't dare to talk nonsense.

He realized that she was a blank sheet of paper, which could be painted in various colors.

He is afraid of a clean sheet of paper being soiled for his sake.

He wants her to stay the way she is forever.

Because he likes her the way she is now.

Meng Xinghun half leaned on the recliner, staring at the medicine pot in front of him in a daze.

In the clear water and clear waves, the graceful figure of the bright moon heart is reflected.

She didn't wear very bright clothes, she just wore a plain long dress of light purple color.

But Meng Xinghun still felt his eyes light up.There is always a vigor in Ming Yuexin's body, which Meng Xinghun does not have.

He jumped up with two dimples on his face: "Looking for me?"

Ming Yuexin's big eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, "Follow me, I'll take you to see something fun!"

He was dubious, but his heart was sweet.

I don't know why, but every time I see her, I am very happy.

……

The suona was blowing loudly, and the salute was roaring endlessly.

The house was decorated with lights and festoons, and the crowds were surging.

Meng Xinghun suddenly felt a little uneasy, he kept turning his head to look at Ming Yuexin beside him.

This scene was too lively, and he was not used to it.

He stared blankly at the pair of huge red candles on the incense table.

He didn't know why Ming Yuexin brought him to see such a wedding.

Ming Yuexin said: "Everyone at the wedding was smiling, and seeing them laugh makes you happy too."

Meng Xinghun shook his head puzzled.

He saw the newlyweds worshiping the heaven and the earth amidst the shouts of the ceremony officials.

He looked at them with curious eyes.

"Don't they love each other?" Meng Xinghun asked suddenly.

Mingyue was taken aback, she couldn't figure out why the boy beside her said that, she replied: "They both like each other."

A look of suspicion flashed across Meng Xinghun's eyes, "Since we are in love, why bother playing tricks here and making so many people laugh."

Ming Yuexin almost spit out the wine in her mouth.

She laughed and said, "Meteor, if the bride and groom or their family members hear this sentence, you will probably be driven out of here."

She said sternly: "Meteor, if you have the idea of ​​starting a family and starting a business in the future, you have to 'pretend to play ghosts' like this."

He frowned tightly.

He chewed on Ming Yuexin's phrase "get married and start a career".He couldn't figure out what that meant.

He stared blankly at the two dangling five-color feathers on the top of the groom's hat.

He suddenly felt that if he wore that hat, he would be majestic and handsome.

The groom picked up the bride's red veil, and he looked at the bride in front of him happily.The bride lowered her head and smiled sheepishly.

Meng Xinghun found that the bride was very beautiful and young.

Everyone clapped their hands vigorously, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Meng Xinghun couldn't help clapping his hands too, clapping clack clapping clapping vigorously.

Ming Yuexin looked at him a little strangely, she saw eager and excited light flashing in his eyes.

The wine was served cup by cup, and Ming Yuexin raised her head and drank it boldly every time.

Meng Xinghun looked at her worriedly.

She raised her wine glass and smiled expressively: "Meteor, do you dare to compare wine with me?"

He was startled for a while, then smiled lightly, and then responded loudly: "Okay!"

Ming Yuexin was stunned, and said in disbelief: "Meteor, why do you look like a different person today."

He laughed, stood up, raised his head and drank all the wine in his hand.

His movements are free and graceful.

Some people are clapping their hands, some people are applauding.All eyes were on this handsome boy.

Ming Yuexin also smiled, and she glanced affectionately at the boy in front of her.

Meng Xinghun handed the empty wine glass in front of her, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's your turn."

Mingyue Xin pursed her mouth and said unconvinced: "Let's see who gets drunk first."

He responded readily: "Okay, just compare!"

Ming Yuexin was not to be outdone, after drinking, she secretly looked at him.

She found that he was especially fond of him today.

Today's him, how could he be that sick, melancholy shooting star.

Today's him is clearly a shooting star who toasts with her and invites the moon together, and rides the rivers and lakes together.

She looked sweetly at his manliness while drinking, and her face gradually flushed red.

"Ming Yuexin, you are blushing, haha, you lost." He laughed triumphantly.

She flattened her mouth in embarrassment, "Who says I'm drunk, I can still drink!"

She drank cup after cup.

He also drank cup after cup.

Everyone gathered around to look at the two of them, applauding as much as possible to add to the fun.

The bride and groom also leaned over and looked at them with interest.

Ming Yuexin finally fell down with a "poof".

She was drunk, but she refused to admit defeat. She fought with others and never lost.

But today—

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

Everyone shouted at the side.

Meng Xinghun also felt that he couldn't hold on any longer. He supported the table with one hand and held the empty wine glass upside down with the other.

He leaned down to look at Ming Yuexin's pink cheeks.

Mingyue Xin moved her cherry lips, half-closed her eyes, and blurted out a sentence, she said: "Liu...Xing, when will you...also...also...marry me..."

With a "bang", the wine glass in Meng Xinghun's hand fell to the ground.

He straightened up as if struck by lightning, his pale face suddenly turned red, as red as Ming Yuexin who was drunk.

Songjiazhuang.

As soon as he stepped into the hall door, he felt something was wrong.

The huge hall was filled with all kinds of gifts, but the names were not discernible, only the red light was dazzling and dazzling.

"Mom, what's going on?"

Lin Jiyun stood elegantly in the center of the hall, directing his subordinates to carry these gifts.

Seeing her son coming back, she hastily and lovingly pulled him aside.

"Lin'er, are you tired? Sit down for a while." She let him sit on the carved wooden chair, and then asked the maid to serve tea.

He suddenly realized that his mother looked very excited. What was it that made her so happy?

"Mother, who sent these gifts?"

Lin Jiyun took a sip of tea and said, "It's the betrothal gift of Yu Yao."

"The bride price?" He suddenly stood up from his chair, hardly believing his ears.

"What did you say?"

Seeing his son's gaffe, Lin Jiyun felt suspicious.

But she still said unhurriedly: "The second son of Li Yuanwai, the richest man in the city, has taken a fancy to Yuyao. Today, Li Yuanwai sent someone to send a betrothal gift. The large amount shows his sincerity. I discussed it with your father. He also felt that this was a beautiful relationship, so he agreed."

"The second son of Yuanwai Li? How could he have seen Yuyao? How could he have fallen in love with Yuyao?" He asked again and again, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Lin Jiyun didn't seem to hear her son's question, she said to herself: "Yu Yao is not young anymore, and it's time to get married, so staying in this family is not an option."

He slumped down and asked Yanyan: "What about Yuyao? Does she know about this?"

Lin Jiyun smiled meaningfully: "I'll tell you about Yuyao, no matter whether she agrees or not, this marriage is settled."

Song Lin closed his eyes tiredly.

Poor Yuyao, she is going to marry a man she doesn't love.

He thought of her somewhat poignant and peerless face and those sad and misty eyes.

From then on, he never saw her again, never saw that haunting figure.

And will she think of him?

When she becomes a wife or even a mother in the future, will she think of the years she spent with him?

Will she think of her former Mr. Mu?

No, he shook his head painfully.

He doesn't want her to miss him, he doesn't want himself to be her past, he wants her future, forever future.