A brisk sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.
The boy walked from the east. He was wearing a crescent white dress. His figure was slightly slender and slender, and seemed to be a bit weak, but his steps were light and brisk, without a trace of weakness, and his skin was whiter than that of a woman.
The narrow eyes are as enchanting and sincere as crescent moons, without losing their heroic spirit.
He stopped under the steps, looked up at her, his eyes curled: "Sister."
"What's the matter?" Qiongying said lightly, standing on the high steps, condescending.
"Can't you look for you if you're fine? Sister, do you still remember this time two years ago? You were standing there and asking me what's wrong." Qingjun complained as if she was wrong. For two years, her tone and expression were gone.
Change is still so indifferent and ruthless.
"Come here." Qiongying looked at him, maybe not, but stared at him slightly.
"Same as two years ago." Qingjun smiled, and the crescent-shaped eyes seemed to shine in the sun, clear and bright, and the light was overflowing.
There were nine levels of steps. He stood beside Qiongying and bathed in the morning light with her. He grew much taller, so did she.
"Sister, do you like to wear purple?" Qingjun suddenly asked, because many times she saw her wearing light purple, sometimes light blue.
"How can I tell?" She never deliberately chose any color, she just picked it from her wardrobe.
"Because purple is very compatible with sister." Qingjun smiled. Purple is the most noble color, and only purple can barely match her.
"Is that so? But Qingjun, you are not very suitable for wearing white." Qiongying said lightly, looking at his crescent white outfit.
"Oh? Sister, what color do you think I'm suitable for?" Qingjun was surprised and secretly surprised. He thought she liked to see him wearing plain white.
"red."
Qingjun was slightly stunned. In fact, he had worn red colors like Manzhu Shahua, which was indeed very suitable for him, but he felt that she would not like it, so he couldn't wear it.
"Red? Will it look too ostentatious?" he hesitated and said.
The shadow of the dome is silent.
"Sister, it's a rainbow." Qingjun suddenly pointed to the east and said in surprise.
Maybe it was because of a rain last night. I saw the rainbow this morning. The scene at this moment was exactly the same as two years ago. He liked it so much that he could see the first ray of sunshine and beauty.
It's a dazzling rainbow.
"It's a good weather." Qiongying smiled faintly, her phoenix eyes were bottomless, silent and deep, like a quiet pool and an ancient well.
"Looking at the changing sky here, whether it is sunshine, rainbow, wind and rain, or thunder, it is the most beautiful, exciting and shocking." Qingjun smiled and said, "This is repeated two years ago."
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Qingjun turned his head and looked at her. She was more shocking than two years ago. She was unparalleled and was so cold that she was so charming. Even if the morning light fell on her, she still couldn't drive away the ice between her eyebrows.
Qingjun looked at the sky and felt a little shocked. She was the same as two years ago. He liked to stand here two years ago. Today, two years later, he liked to stand here with her.
The sky, the sun is spraying colorful, driving away the clouds and fog, and the rays of clouds are shining thousands of miles in an instant, and the sun is spraying colorful, and the gold is melted thousands of miles away.
Two figures stood on the high steps, and soft morning light scattered on the gorgeous clothes, with a layer of golden light on the face and hair.