She still insists on running every morning. She runs faster and faster, and her steps are as fast as flying. However, she still cannot learn Qinggong without a teacher.
Tonight is the night of the full moon again. Thinking that it has been a month since she arrived in Fengjiabao, she thought of the Liu family's parents, then of Ran Chengao, of Feng Qijun, and of the many things that had happened.
eventful.
She opened the door and walked out. She didn't realize that it was late at night, but she found that the moon was particularly round on the 15th. She walked outside and sat down, staring at the moon, her heart seemed to have flown to Guanghan Palace.
Her usually bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of confusion and melancholy at this moment. She just looked at it like this, lying quietly in the moonlight, not caring about the dew soaking through her clothes.
"On such a good day and such a night, for whom does the little girl stay at midnight?" Suddenly a voice sighed.
Liu Qingcong looked back and saw a figure in black, sitting on the ridge of the roof like a ghost, looking into the attic. His eyes, which were more black than white, were shining in the night, but apart from these eyes, there was nothing else on his body.
The place is in darkness.
"It's you again, what are you trying to do sneakily?" The man in black was none other than Feng Shiqilang. Liu Qingcong secretly felt unlucky to meet him at this time. This is how enemies meet on a narrow road.
"You can eat random things, but you can't say random words." Feng Shichiro's eyes turned like lightning.
"If you weren't doing something sneaky, why would you sit on the roof instead of sitting on a chair?"
Feng Shichiro suddenly opened his arms and flew down from the roof, landing next to Liu Qingcong like a butterfly. "Being on the roof doesn't necessarily mean you want to do bad things. Unlike some people, Qinggong and running are indistinguishable.
clear."
"Really? Are you following me?" Liu Qingcong glanced at him coldly.
"Little girl, I have to admire your rich imagination. Following you? What do you think of yourself, a princess or a princess today?" He laughed heartily.
"Hmph, I need you to take care of it!" Liu Qingcong turned her back and snorted angrily.
Feng Shichiro looked at her back, then at the hazy moonlight, suddenly sat down and sighed "Hey".
Liu Qingcong looked at him and asked, "Why are you sighing?"
"I sighed for you. You wanted to sigh but you didn't dare to say it."
"You sigh for me. You think you know me very well. Do you know what I am thinking?" Who in this world knows what she is thinking. If there is such a person, it is a kind of happiness.
"You are missing home, your hometown, your relatives, and your ****. Am I right?" Feng Shichiro playfully stretched his head in front of her.
He was quiet at first, which made Liu Qingcong think that he would really understand her mood at the moment, but then she heard his teasing, and she hated herself. How could she expect anything from him. She stamped her feet, her teeth itching with hatred.
Turning around: "If you don't know, don't flatter me. I don't want to talk to you."
"If you're homesick, why don't you go back and take a look? Willow-green-onion!" Feng Shichiro said proudly.
"Gah!" Liu Qingcong was so shocked that her eyes popped out and her chin almost dropped to the ground. She thought there was something wrong with her ears.
"Actually, I recognized you from the first time I saw you in the sword-making workshop. Yes, you changed your head and face. You thought you were hiding it well. But I have already gone down the mountain to inquire about you.
