Ning Yan led the horse to the pavilion, turned his back halfway, and pretended to fiddle with the reins. He glanced at Zhu Miaoer quietly from the corner of his eye. The beauty was so close, but he didn't know how to speak. Mao
To be honest, he was a little embarrassed to see Zhu Miaoer again. After all, it would be too unloyal to run away without saying a word after they met each other.
"Ning Yan..."
Ning Yan's whole body was agitated, and he was mentally prepared to be questioned by the army, but Zhu Miao'er just looked at him tenderly and said with a smile: "You forgot to bring Qiushui with you."
"Oh, oh...thank you."
"I replaced the worn-out amplifier for you and re-engraved some of the inscriptions. Now it is more durable than before..."
Zhu Miaoer introduced Qiu Shui's version update to Ning Yan with a natural expression. She spoke slowly and carefully, even explaining the ratio of medicated oil used for daily maintenance of external armor. Every time she talked for a while,
She would pause for a moment and look at Ning Yan quietly with her eyes flickering, making sure that he had digested it before she started explaining new knowledge points.
"...and you are also holding this book. It is an annotation of the Mo Jing that I wrote when I was studying art in Baigongmen. Didn't you say last time that you wanted to learn some Yanshu? There are some drawings of classic Yanjia in it.
Materials are easy to find. If you really can't find them, you can ask Ms. Chai to help you find them." Mao
Zhu Miaoer took out a booklet wrapped in cowhide from her arms and stuffed it into Ning Yan's arms together with Qiu Shui. Her cheeks turned slightly red and she smiled sheepishly: "I, I don't have any great skills, and I can't teach you much.
This is all you have."
Ning Yan looked at her blankly, her hands clenched tightly on the leather brochure, and inexplicable emotions arose in her heart.
She just mentioned it casually on the flying boat, but she remembered it for so long...
"Miss Zhu, tell me honestly, did something happen?"
Zhu Miaoer lowered her head to avoid Ning Yan's burning eyes, pursed her lips and shook her head: "No."
Ning Yan said anxiously: "Don't lie to me."
"If something really happens, what does it have to do with you? We are just ordinary friends! Ordinary friends who met by chance!" Zhu Miao became more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice suddenly became louder. Even she was startled by herself. After calming down,
Seeing the astonishment on Ning Yan's face, she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, but how should she explain her countless twists and turns? Mao
Kick, kick.
The sound of horse hooves trampling on the stone slabs was clear and loud, making the silence of the men and women in the pavilion even more harsh.
Zhu Miao'er didn't dare to look into Ning Yan's eyes. Annoyance, grievance and other complex emotions surged into her heart, which immediately made her at a loss. She just wanted to escape far away.
I messed up again...
Sure enough, a person like me is not worthy to compare with Miss Chai...
"Take care of yourself."
She tried hard to hold back her tears, lowered her head and ran away in embarrassment. However, before she could run far away, Ning Yan's call suddenly came from behind. Mao
"Hey, Miss Zhu."
Zhu Miaoer stopped and wanted to turn back but hesitated.
Ning Yan stared at her for a long time and said in a very serious tone: "I will wait for you here during the Mid-Autumn Festival next year. Don't forget about admiring the moon together."
Zhu Miaoer finally couldn't control her feelings and shouted with all her strength to vent her anger: "Are you an idiot?! Who wants to enjoy the moon with you!"
Ning Yan frowned and plucked his ears, then spread his hands helplessly: "It's been agreed, you're not going to go back on it, are you?"
"I never promised you..."
"Then it's not too late for you to agree now." Mao
When Zhu Miaoer heard this answer, the tears that came from her eyes suddenly blurred her vision. At first she just sobbed softly, and then she became more and more uncontrollable, crying until she was out of breath, and said intermittently: "Okay!! You, you... if
If you don’t come, I, I, I will keep waiting...I will feel so guilty for you..."
Ning Yan was flattered and joked: "How dare I offend you? I still expect you to provide me with after-sales service."
Zhu Miaoer was so amused by him that she burst into tears, wrinkled her red nose slightly, and hummed: "After-sales service, you just can't take advantage of it, you want to keep it for a few years."
"A few years is not enough, of course the longer the better, preferably a lifetime..."
Ning Yan's words suddenly stopped, and he realized that what he said was a bit inappropriate, so he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, these are just nonsense, don't worry about it."
Zhu Miao'er pretended not to hear the yellow accent below him, walked up to Ning Yan step by step with her hands behind her back, and said immersedly: "I plan to go back to Baigongmen to practice again. If I can't come next Mid-Autumn Festival, you don't have to wait."
Ning Yan put away her cynical attitude and couldn't help but sigh: "The journey is long, so we should take care of ourselves." Mao
Although Zhu Miaoer is just equivalent to graduating from a bachelor's degree and then returning to the same school to study for a graduate degree, there is an essential difference between practicing and studying, and the dangers are not enough for outsiders. It is not uncommon for people to burp after practicing in seclusion.
What's more, this world is really too big, and its territory is infinitely larger than that of the previous life. Today, we are far apart from each other, and we don't know when we will meet again.
Perhaps both he and Zhu Miaoer knew that the so-called Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation was just flowers in the moonlight in the mirror.
"One more thing..."
Zhu Miaoer raised her head and said in a confused manner: "I have thought about what you told me last time."
Last time?
Ning Yan was still wondering when he saw Zhu Miaoer's left hand move together, and then heard a tearing sound, and the illusory face fell off. Mao
A stunningly beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of him. The red phoenix concealed his feelings and the pink face was shy. Ning Yan's heart skipped a beat. At the same time, three words that he would never forget rang in his ears.
.
"Forget me not."
Just as he was about to speak, his mouth was blocked by soft lips, his eyes suddenly widened, and he froze in place as if petrified.
I don’t know how long it took, but when he came back to his senses, the beautiful figure had disappeared at the end of his sight.
Ning Yan stared blankly in the direction Zhu Miaoer was leaving, and subconsciously touched his lips with his fingers.
So moist...
"Humph, you're still watching after we're gone!" Mao
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Yan Yan had long disliked this pair of bitches. She spoke in a sour tone and said angrily: "She bit you just now, why didn't you hide? Do you want to mate with her?"
Ning Yan hurriedly defended herself: "I was attacked by a sneak attack and didn't dodge! That doesn't count. If she has the ability, she will try again!"
Naturally, this kind of animal who spoke like an animal could not escape a severe beating from Yan Yan. It was not until Ning Yan agreed to tell her a bedtime story every day that he barely managed to save his life.
"What story are you going to tell? If it's not nice, I'll ignore you!"
"Let me tell you something..." Ning Yan saw Bi Yuewu and others not far away, and had an idea: "The Legend of Journey to the West! It tells the story of a Central Plains monk named Sanzang who traveled west to obtain Buddhist scriptures."
"To the west? That's the territory of Tantric Buddhism. Where can Zen monks go and not start a fight?"
Ning Yan opened his mouth and started making up nonsense: "Yes, so he has three disciples to protect him all the way. The eldest disciple is called Sun Wukong, the second disciple is called Zhu Wuneng, and the third disciple is called Sha Wujing." Mao
After that, he added: "Actually, it's quite similar to us. You see, the way we came from Mingzhou to Bianjing is considered to be heading west. I can barely be counted as Tripitaka. Shopkeeper Wu must be Sun Wukong and Lao Wu.
The body shape is comparable to that of Zhu Wu, and Wang Dutou is taciturn, so he is definitely Sha Wujing."
When Yan Yan heard that everyone had identities, he was also curious: "What about me? What about me?"
"You?"
Ning Yan looked at her white hair, which was particularly dazzling in the sun, and said with erratic eyes: "White Dragon Horse."
"Why am I a white dragon horse?"
"Just...your hair is white."
"Is this really the reason? Then why do you laugh so disgustingly all of a sudden?" Mao
"I didn't!"
"No! I always feel that I am at a disadvantage because you are the white dragon horse!"
As morning dawned, the noisy day began again.
Of course, in the end, the two did not reach a consensus on who was riding whom.