Looking at her eyes, there was no drunkenness. Everyone was drunk, but she was alone. Maybe she was not drunk, but he must be drunk.
"Qiongying, what do you like?" he suddenly asked. It has been eight years since we met. She has no special preference. At most, she just wanders around, watches on the mountain, or reads in the library.
These are not called likes, or even habits.
"I don't like anything." Qiongying looked at the horizon, which was the place where the sky and the earth were connected. She thought about it and pointed at the horizon: "Sometimes, I like to look at it."
"Hosta? Why?" Feng Feili asked curiously. She also said she liked to look at the horizon when she was in the Plum Blossom Forest of Ningdu that time, but he didn't know why.
"I like to watch the changes and changes of the horizon." She didn't know why, but she always looked at the horizon habitually.
"Replacement." Feng Feili pondered for a while, and felt broad-minded. She was the most sober person. She was outside and looked at the change in the world. But she never liked anything.
"What would you like? Do you like to go to the mountain at night?" Qiongying also asked. He was as indifferent as water, sometimes melancholy. In his eyes, power was just clouds and smoke. What would he like? Because she couldn't see it.
He was melancholy.
At first, she deliberately approached him because she felt that his flute sound was a bit like her father. Over time, it became a habit. But it cannot be ignored that he is the brightest person in the world.
"There was no so-called likes or dislikes before, but now, it may have become a habit, I like it very much." Feng Feili replied in a low voice. He was used to going to the mountain to Shengxiao, and liked to wait for her to come, even if he couldn't wait.
"What else do you like?" Qiongying asked again, she wanted to make him happy. But she never saw anything he liked or someone.
"No more, that's what I like the most and the only one I like." Feng Feili said slowly at the bright moon in the sky.
The low voice seemed to turn into notes, drifting into the night sky, turning into stars, accompanied by the bright moon.
"Qiongying, I'm leaving tomorrow..." He looked at the stars in the sky. Can he become one of them?
As the two of them talked, the moon was already in the sky, and the sky was full of stars.
It was not until late at night and when the night fog was heavy, the two of them went down the mountain.
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The next day, Yanfeng's army had already been in the city gate and was preparing to return to the court.
Nangong Chen and others all came to see you off, not only thanking Feng Feili for his unconditional assistance, but also because of that heavy friendship.
Feng Feili picked up a small beast from the carriage. It was as big as a puppy, snow-white all over. Its body looked like a squirrel, but its ears were pointed and its body was smaller. Its fluffy tail was larger than its body, and it curled up.
I got up and wrapped my body, my stomach was bulging, slightly undulating, and my eyes were closed, which looked like I was sleeping.
"Is this a snow mountain squirrel?" Jing Ao could see at a glance that it was an extremely rare little fantasy beast. It has little fantasy power, but she looks very cute and honest.
"It's an obese squirrel." Feng Feili held it helplessly, but it still showed no sign of waking up.
"Is it sleeping? Or is it sealed?" Jing Ao said suspiciously.
"None of them, maybe they haven't woken up yet." Feng Feili said.
Jing Ao was speechless. He thought Fei Li would have some powerful phantom beast. He didn't expect that he would be a lazy little squirrel and could only be kept as a pet.