tea bell

Xuanli tidied up his clothes, combed his hair again, tied up the tail feathers, picked up the vase on the ground, poured out the broken silver inside, put it back on the window sill, and put flowers in it.

Qiancha was barefoot, there were many debris on the ground, Xuanli didn't let her get off the table, she walked to Qiancha's side, and saw her dangling calf, her clothes were still the same as before.

Xuanli Xuxu pointed: "Is it okay if you don't wear it?"

Qiancha opened her hands: "You made it like this, I want you to help me put it on."

Xuanli didn't move, but said: "I'm not gentle, I don't love you."

As soon as Qiancha heard it, she immediately knew when Xuanli was talking, she giggled, and twirled her fingers in the air: "The comments from others are not because of my own shortcomings, but because of..."

Qiancha's eyeballs rolled and landed on Xuanli's face again.

Spin off: "Why?"

Qiancha: "It's because of stinginess."

She pointed at Xuanli's nose: "Xuanli is stingy."

Xuanli was helpless, she didn't say much else, she stepped forward to put on Qiancha's clothes and tied them up.

With a smile on his lips, Qiancha said softly, "Xuanli Tianxia is the gentlest and loves me the most."

Qiancha shook her legs again, and the bells on her feet jingled.

She pointed at Xuanli's hair: "I want to braid it like you too."

Xuanli nodded at the hearing, turned around, and squatted down. Qiancha understood her meaning and stared at her hair. After a while, Xuanli turned back and asked, "Do you remember?"

Qiancha nodded in a daze: "I remember."

She thought to herself, could Xuanli want her to weave it for herself? Just as she was about to act like a baby, she suddenly saw Xuanli reached out and untied the feathers on the back of her head, and the rope was also untied, then she shook her head, her hair It flows down like a waterfall.

Xuanli turned his back to Qiancha, sat on the stool in front of her, and said, "You make it up for me."

Qiancha was stunned: "I won't."

Turn away to look at her: "You will."

Xuanli said firmly, Qiancha looked into her eyes, as if Xuanli said yes, and she really would.

Before doing it, Qiancha closed her eyes and recalled the appearance of the back of the hair just now, thinking that it seemed not complicated, Qiancha started, pulled up the hair of the spinner, and braided it as before.

In less than a moment, Qiancha finished weaving. She looked at it carefully, tied it with string, and said happily: "I really know how to weave it really well."

She stretched out her hand to ask for the feather, and turned her head to put the feather on her palm.

"Is this your feather?" Qiancha asked.

Xuanli nodded: "Yes."

Qiancha asked again: "Pull it from Zhen's body?"

Xuanli shook his head: "No, he fell out of shock."

Qiancha was surprised: "Surprised? What are you surprised by?"

Xuan Li lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were gentle: "Perhaps he felt that he was about to die, so he lost two feathers in fright."

Qiancha was confused, she guessed, probably because Xuanli encountered danger in the past, scared off the feather, and then picked it up again.

Picking up the feather from the palm of her hand, Qiancha realized that there were two black beads hanging on the edge of the feather, the beads were round and the same color as the hair of the spinner, no wonder she hadn't noticed it before.

Qiancha tied the feathers, stroked them lightly, and said with satisfaction: "It really looks better with the feathers tied."

Xuanli stood up, looked in front of the mirror, and heard Qiancha ask, "Does it look good?"

Xuanli nodded: "It looks good."

After she finished speaking, she walked up to Qiancha, and circled her finger in front of her eyes. Qiancha understood and turned around.

Xuanli braided her hair as well, Qiancha looked at the mirror from afar and asked, "Shall I hang something at the end of my hair too?"

Xuanli asked: "What do you want to hang up?"

Qiancha smiled: "Knead my fur into a ball?" She held Xuanli's hand: "I am really a white civet cat, and my whole body is white. My fur color is very beautiful, and it must look good when I make it into a ball. I will also learn from you, hang two, and then find two white beads to hang on."

Qiancha said it in a similar way: "You usually wear black clothes with black feathers, and I usually wear white clothes with my white hair." She laughed: "It fits well."

Said that she was about to transform into a real body, but was stopped by Xuanli.

Xuanli was helpless: "There's no reason to pluck your own hair, doesn't it hurt?"

Qiancha shook her head: "This kind of pain is nothing."

As she spoke, she wanted to change again, but Xuanli stopped her again.

Xuan Li stretched his hand back, and untied a feather and a bead from the end of his hair: "This is for you, you are not allowed to pluck the hair."

She grabbed Qiancha's hair in the palm of her hand and tied it in a circle.

"Now we are the same." Xuanli put her hair back, and teased her chin with her fingers: "Happy?"

Qiancha smiled with crooked eyes: "Happy."

Qiancha put the feather in the palm of her hand from behind, swayed her legs, and said, "You gave me this, so I should give you something too."

Last time I said I would give it away, but I didn't think about it.

Qiancha raised her leg: "This bell is for you."

Xuan Li leaned over and pressed her legs down: "You wear this well, I don't need it."

Qiancha raised her head: "Then what shall I give you?"

Xuanli smiled and touched Qiancha's head: "You have already given it away."

"I gave it?" Qiancha wondered, "What did you give?"

Xuanli put his hand on his heart and put it down again, as if he didn't want to explain more, he repeated: "You have already given it away."

Qiancha pointed at Xuanli: "Heart?"

Qiancha guessed: "You mean, I gave you my heart?" She said and changed her words: "You mean, I will give you my heart, right?"

Xuanli lowered his head and smiled, and teased Qiancha's chin again: "You say yes, so be it."

As the sun set in the west, the city suddenly darkened. Lanterns were lit everywhere on the street, and the vendors on the street closed their stalls. Compared with the daytime, it was very cold.

After leaving the inn, the two went to the theater and found it lively. The play is rich, and in the play, Mr. Zhang and Miss Qin are in love and sadism. Naturally, many people come here admiringly. The play has not yet started. The first floor was packed with people.

Xuanli took Qiancha to the second floor, the second floor is the best place to watch the stage, Xuanli asked for the most central box, and then sat down, and the little girl in the theater brought tea and fruits.

Qiancha swept around, picked up a plate of small black and white fruits, picked up one, first smelled it, then licked it.

Qiancha: "What is this?"

Spin off: "Melon seeds."

Qiancha: "It's hard and dry, how should I eat it?"

Xuanli took the melon seeds in her hand, put them in her mouth, smacked them, took off the core inside, handed them over, and put them into Qiancha's mouth.

Qiancha chewed it twice, raised her eyebrows: "It's delicious."

Xuan Li heard the words, took a plate of melon seeds from in front of her, took an empty cup and put it in front of her, and poured tea: "You drink some first, dried melon seeds will be better with tea."

After Xuanli finished speaking, he began to help Qiancha peel the melon seeds.

Qiancha took a sip of tea, and heard the lights on the stage in front of her suddenly go out, and the gongs and drums under the stage were beating, and the audience on the first, second and second floors suddenly whispered, and the show began to sing.

At the beginning of the play, a small lamp was lit on the stage, and Miss Qin came up from the stage leisurely. When Qiancha appeared like this, the emotions from watching Mr. Zhang and Miss Qin's play in the past were brought back in her heart, and she suddenly became complicated. a bit.

When the two met for the first time, it was still so wonderful.

The opera sang for a while, Qiancha had already accumulated a lot of melon seeds in the small plate in hand, but she didn't necessarily eat them. An empty teacup was held in the air for a long time, but she didn't see her move. Seeing her like this, Xuanli shook his head and smiled, And brought the oranges on the side, and peeled one for her.

"Spin away, spin away."

With the sound of a gong on the stage, Qiancha suddenly grasped Xuanli's wrist, and with a shake of Xuanli, almost dropped the orange to the ground.

Qiancha was excited: "Mr. Zhang is going to express his heart to Miss Qin."

Xuanli glanced at the table lightly, peeled the oranges, removed the tangerine strings, put them in Qiancha's saucer with melon seeds, and hummed.

After answering, he felt a little unsympathetic, and added: "Does your heart hurt?"

Qiancha nodded immediately: "My heart hurts."

After spinning off the last melon seed, he wiped his hands with a handkerchief, poured himself tea, took a sip, and leaned back on the chair behind him.

The play had already sung to the most exciting point, Qiancha hugged her legs and watched without looking away for a moment. When she heard Miss Qin push Mr. Zhang away and tell him that she was married to someone else, she felt sore.

"Xuanli." Qiancha called aggrievedly, tears rolled in her eyes, and when she turned her head to see that Xuanli had no expression on her face, the tears were suppressed again.

Qiancha: "Do you think it looks ugly?"

Xuanli shook his head upon hearing the words: "No."

Qiancha curled her lips: "I see that your mind is not on this, if you feel bored, let's leave and go to other places to play."

Xuanli reached out and touched her head: "I'm not going anywhere." She pointed to the stage: "Look, Miss Qin is crying."

Qiancha immediately turned back, and she really saw Miss Qin wiping her tears with a handkerchief, she just glanced at it, then turned to Xuanli and asked, "Have you heard of this play?"

Xuanli nodded: "I have heard it many times."

Chicha nodded.

Yin Yin has 45 reincarnations in the human world, this play is so famous, Xuanli must have listened to it many times, no wonder she lacks interest, if she is asked to listen to a play more than ten times, she will get tired of it.

Xuanli said again: "However, this play has been circulated for many years, and many places have been changed a lot, especially in the second half."

Qiancha asked, "Where does the second half begin?"

Xuanli: "Mr. Zhang returns the handkerchief to Miss Qin."

Chicha nodded.

Xuanli said again: "It's the first time I've come to the human world, and it's the first time I've heard this play. Mr. Zhang and Miss Qin didn't get married in the end. Miss Qin married the husband's family appointed by her parents."

Qiancha frowned: "Why?"

Xuanli laughed: "Later, the ending was changed."

Qiancha nodded: "It's a good change. Miss Qin later fell in love with Mr. Zhang, and the two want to be together."

After she finished speaking, she added: "To be happy is to be together."

The last scene of the play was the boudoir of Miss Qin, whom Qiancha was familiar with. After the bed curtain was pulled down, there was a round of applause from the audience.

Qiancha followed suit and applauded.

Seemingly tired, after returning to the room, Qiancha dragged Xuanli to cling to the bed for a while, said a few more words, and fell asleep in a daze.

Xuanli hugged Qiancha in his arms, heard her shallow breathing, kissed her forehead, pulled his hand from under her neck, fumbled for paper and ink, and sat down at the table to write a few words. A word, using the candlestick to look at it, turned back and looked at the person on the bed, nostalgic for a moment, then turned and left.

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