Jiu Qing seemed a little unhappy, probably because she was not used to being too close to others.
A hero is a hero, and it's very difficult to get even remotely close to him.
Feng Jiuer withdrew her gaze and looked at the stars above her head.
The night sky in ancient times was particularly beautiful, and even the stars were particularly clear and beautiful.
The air is good, everything you look at is beautiful, and even taking a breath feels very pleasant.
But tonight, my breathing seemed a little more solemn.
"I kind of want to eat melon seeds."
She said quietly.
I originally thought that someone as cold as Jiu Qing would definitely ignore me, but unexpectedly, he actually jumped off the roof.
Of course Jiu Qing would not go find melon seeds for her personally, and she didn't know where to find them at the moment.
He just went down to explain to some people, and then returned to the roof to keep an eye on her, just in case she accidentally rolled off the roof and hurt herself.
Feng Jiuer began to dislike herself a little bit again. Now, she couldn't climb to the roof. Even if she was here alone, someone had to guard her.
"I'm such a loser."
She took a long breath.
Jiu Qing said nothing, and Feng Jiu'er said again: "You don't need to comfort me, I know I'm still of great use, I'm not a useless person."
"I didn't want to comfort you."
Jiu Qing said coldly.
Feng Jiuer looked sideways at him again and couldn't help but glare at him: "Can't you see that I'm very unhappy tonight?
Don’t you know how to say a few nice words to make me happy?”
This guy is so cold! Aunt Xue actually suspected that he was Uncle Nine Emperors. How could that be possible?
Although Uncle Nine Emperors was also very cold, at least he would not treat her like this and always ignore her.
Jiu'er withdrew his gaze, looked at the stars in the sky, and his eyes gradually became calm.
From today on, she really has no home.
A person who has traveled through time from the 21st century, no, it should be said, is just a lonely soul.
She no longer has a home, and her modern relatives and friends are all gone.
After arriving here, I finally had a new identity and a new home.
Although the people of the Feng family didn't treat her well, at least there were a few people who regarded her as a member of the Feng family.
Therefore, she worked very hard to perform the role of Feng Jiu'er well, and she even felt more and more that she was the real Feng Jiu'er.
Compared with the vague and almost blank memories of the past ten years, the memories of Feng Jiuer before she was six years old are clearer.
Sometimes she would have random thoughts, thinking that maybe she was the real Feng Jiuer, but a fire caused her soul to travel to modern times when she was six years old.
Otherwise, why does she have no memory of her modern self before she was six years old?
Then, is it possible that Feng Jiu'er has lived in modern times for ten years, and when Jiu'er's body turns sixteen, her soul finally travels back in time?
Although she knew that this idea was too unbelievable, she had completely integrated into Feng Jiuer's life.
Now if someone tells her that she is not the real Feng Jiu'er, she will reject this statement from body to heart! It turns out that unknowingly, she has regarded herself as the real Jiu'er.
Her biological mother is Long Feiyan, and her uncle is the owner of the No. 1 village in the world, Lan Yue, Long Buqu! Her grandfather is the old owner of the No. 1 village in the world, Long Di! Yes! She also has a family.
She also has an uncle and a grandpa! Even if her biological father doesn't want her, anyway, he has so many daughters, but he has never given her any paternal care since she was a child.
If you don’t want it, don’t! Don’t push me down! “Hmph!”
She turned over and muttered loudly, but she actually looked unconvinced.
Jiu Qing was standing not far away, watching the girl moaning for a while, keeping a straight face for a while, and clenching her fists for a while.
Even though he was so angry that he was not convinced, he still pretended to be strong and didn't care.
Perhaps, no one does not care about their father, after all, that is the origin of her surname.
No matter how optimistic she appears, somewhere in her heart, there must still be a grudge.
But outsiders can't help her with this kind of thing.
The figure below shook. Jiu Qing jumped lightly and descended from the roof. Not long after, he floated up again.
This time he had an extra bag of things in his hand. He walked up to Feng Jiuer and threw it beside her.
"Why are you so rude!"
Jiuer sat up and glared at him fiercely.
Didn't you notice that he was in a bad mood?
He actually threw something on her! However, after opening the bag, Jiuer's eyes suddenly lit up and he didn't even complain.
“Roasted chestnuts with sugar!”
It's still warm! "There are no melon seeds."
Jiu Qing hummed, walked to the side and sat down, picked up the bottle in her hand, pulled out the cork, and took a sip.
“It smells so good.”
Feng Jiuer used to like eating roasted chestnuts with sugar, and she would talk about melon seeds casually. With this bag of hot chestnuts in her hand, she still wanted some melon seeds.
Ancient food is delicious, even chestnuts are sweeter than modern food.
It's not that it's sweet because the sugar has been fried, it's just that it's sweet.
Feng Jiuer ate several of them in one go and gradually felt a little uncomfortable.
"Good job..." Seeing Jiu Qing drinking slowly, she moved over and snatched the bottle from his hand.
"What tastes so delicious? Let me try it."
Before Jiu Qing could say anything, the girl had already raised the bottle and took a swig.
In fact, she knew it was wine. The wine was so fragrant that she could smell it even from a distance. It was absolutely the best wine.
However, Jiu'er himself doesn't like drinks, but tonight, he suddenly wanted to take a few sips.
The chestnuts were really dry, and after one sip, it wasn't enough, so she took two more sips.
I choked on the last breath of alcohol and coughed violently.
Jiu Qing subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to pat her on the back, but as soon as he stretched out his big palm, he took it back again.
"If you don't know how to drink, don't drink."
When Feng Jiuer stopped coughing, he reached out to take the bottle back.
Jiu'er turned around and avoided.
"Who says I don't know how to drink? I just accidentally drank in a hurry."
After finally regaining her breath, she continued drinking.
Jiu Qing said calmly: "This wine tastes bland and has a lot of stamina. Don't be greedy."
"Do you care about me?"
Yep, is it just that she is afraid that she will drink up all the good wine?
"My father doesn't want me anymore, why do you care about me?"
In the blink of an eye, half the bottle of wine fell into her stomach, and the smell of alcohol surged up. She burped, and her consciousness finally started to get a little blurry.
When others are drunk, they talk nonsense and act crazy, but this girl actually hugged her legs and meditated when she was drunk?
In this case, what else can you think about?
Jiu Qing stared at her.
She stared blankly into the distance with her big eyes, not sure whether she was thinking about a problem or in a daze.
However, there is a bit of seriousness in his small appearance.
Suddenly, the girl whispered in a low voice: "Uncle Nine Emperors..."
