On this day, when San was obsessed with his own craft and Hu Qing was obsessed with San's craft, a loud cheer came from high up.
"Little Thirty—Three Thirty Thirty—"
The white crane leaned down from a high altitude, then turned back upwards when it landed in mid-air. A fiery red figure jumped from the crane's back, flew straight in front of the two of them, and landed, causing the materials next to it to tremble.
Sanji came out of his state and smiled slightly reproachfully: "You scared me."
The tall woman stood with her hands on her hips and her feet apart. The expression on her face was as loud and noisy as her posture: "How did you know I was coming if I didn't call you? I didn't dare to eat or drink all the way back to see you, hurry up.
Come on, get some food."
Saying that, he went to hold her hand.
San was pulled by her, dumbfounded, and followed her in a big circle. He came to a place that Hu Qing had never seen before... his nest.
A nest dug out of a mountain of materials can also be called a shed, or a cave. It is messy on the outside, but it is clean on the inside. The materials used as the floor and walls are well-organized and easy to access. At a glance, you can see that they are specially designed.
There is no separation, just so that you can easily access the materials when inspiration comes.
She also saw that no one except Thirty could see or hear her.
He looked down at the ring on his finger and thought silently, could this be a souvenir of this time travel?
Sanji didn't mention Hu Qing's existence. When her good friend returned, she gave Hu Qing an apologetic look when she turned around.
Hu Qing gestured: Understand. Treat me as if I don’t exist.
Listen to the corner openly and honestly.
San was very helpless, who made this little girl unable to leave him.
The woman fell onto a huge bag filled with feathers, which had just the right amount of softness and hardness surrounding her. With two clangs, she threw off her shoes and her coat, and rolled happily on top of it.
He took the hair apart again and said, "Thirty, cut my hair. It's grown longer again."
Call her "Man" and ask her if she wants spicy food.
Man took off his pants and kept only his shorts on, showing her the long wound on his leg. The wound was red and swollen, and had not yet grown together. It was covered with black ointment. But the ointment was a little lacking, and there was some pus in some places.
Sanyi frowned and immediately treated her wound.
You can't eat spicy food, and you have to endure hardship.
Hu Qing looked on and said, "It's caused by poisonous claws."
Just looking at it, she couldn't tell what kind of poison it was. The creatures of this period may not be exactly the same as those of her time.
When San was treating the wound, she didn't need to ask. He quickly explained how the injury came about, and then talked about other things.
She spoke very quickly, covering a lot of places and topics, and naming a lot of people, and the positions in the story changed back and forth. It took Hu Qing a lot of effort to listen to it, and it took even more effort to sort it out. But in the end, she still figured it out.
Thirty, there are some other people, they are a group, some are employed, they take on tasks to earn money to support themselves.
And they are a group that can turn against them at any time.
Hu Qing glanced at him and realized that this person was probably in charge of internal affairs and would not go out into the field.
Man kept talking and talking until Thirty finished cooking and stopped her mouth.
There was nothing elegant about Man's eating style. After finishing the meal, he gulped down the soup and put down the bowl: "I'm starving to death."
Hu Qing licked his lips. He was inexplicably hungry and wanted to eat. If this guy were to do mukbang, he would be popular.
Man didn't stay here for long, less than ten days, and set off full of energy. She said she wanted to collect an old debt.
As soon as the person left, Hu Qing immediately gossiped: "What's the old score? Do you want to kill someone?"
Thirty was inexplicable: "Why do you want to kill people? I remember this order, it seems that there was a reward for many years, and the reward was quite high. After I completed it, I went to the gold owner to collect the reward, and then I realized that there was a problem with the other party's business. I couldn't turn around for a while.
Therefore, if you pay it in installments, the interest will be calculated as normal."
Hu Qing:...Is the truth so pure and fully demonstrates keeping promises, tolerance and trust between people? It is indeed not her world.
After some time, two people came, one named Ya and the other Qin. They were both men. Ya was shorter and carried a pair of short ring knives on his back. Qin carried a long qin on his back. After eating, he took out his qin.
Let Thirty listen to his new song.
Hu Qing felt that the playing was not as good as the sound of the curtain breaking.
After the two left, she asked her about the level of music in this world.
Thirty told her directly: "Qin's piano skills are very average. He is good at soft weapons."
After a while, he told her: "Qin's family is a big family that practices music and is very famous. But Qin failed to inherit any of the family's talents, so he was naturally eliminated."
Therefore, music has become his heart. Even though he has achieved considerable achievements in other areas, he still insists on practicing piano every day.
Here was someone else's sad life, so Hu Qing changed the subject: "Actually, I have also learned piano, but it's a pity that I can't play it for you."
Thirty was somewhat surprised: "Really? I can also play, but my playing skills are average. I'll play it for you and you can comment."
Hu Qing opened her mouth, regretting mentioning this. She always felt that playing the piano might not be easy to praise, but she decided that no matter how well she played, she would praise her.
I just watched Sanchi find the piano board and pull the strings, and Hu Qing remained silent.
"This... seems to be a pipa?"
Thirty: "Yes, Pipa Qin."
"..."
I didn’t have the courage to ask her for a while. Is the pipa a serious musical instrument in this world, or is it something you made up?
Thirty played the pipa. One foot was on the ground, one foot was half-raised and stepped on a piece of wood. One hand was holding the lute from below, the tail of the lute was supported on the thigh, and the other hand was pulling the strings. Ding-ding-dong-dong.
Hu Qing suppressed the twitching of the corner of her mouth. Even if she said this thing was called a guitar, she would still believe it.
The song ended, and I looked forward to seeing her.
Hu Qing applauded and praised her sincerely: "It sounds very good. It's beyond my expectation."
Thirty smiles: "Do you really think it sounds good?"
"It sounds good." She could recognize the melody. It was a complete melody. It was finished and it sounded good.
San's smile became more teasing: "You really think it sounds good. It seems that your music theory is very poor."
Hu Qing: "..."
卅hahahaha: "You must have been right. I am the most unpleasant one among us when it comes to playing the piano. I don't even think it sounds good to me. You actually say it sounds good, and you actually say it sincerely - so how bad are you in music theory?"
?”
Hu Qing: "...I have a serious music theory teacher. I just didn't study hard."
Thirty regrets: "I really want to hear you play a song."
Hu Qing: Fortunately, conditions did not allow it. My face was saved.
Ya and Qin brought back a lot of materials, and the two excitedly described their requirements for their own rooms, or in other words, private villas.
At this time, Sky City, in its original conception, was a private home for a group of good friends. It pursued comfort, beauty, and convenience.
Thinking of the role of Sky City in the future, Hu Qing felt uneasy. She didn't know what San was thinking. Maybe San had already guessed it, but she didn't ask her.
Hu Qing didn't take the initiative to mention it. After all, she didn't have any clues about San in future generations. Moreover, San said that after she left, everything she brought would be forgotten. She couldn't change the past, even if she forced herself to change something.
Time will also allow everything that has happened to happen.
