Both of them were surprised.
In the next few days, Linglong was discussing mystery with a few senior brothers, and she didn't know what to discuss, and from time to time, she murmured with a few little ghosts.
No one is telling her face in front of Xuanji. One time she was too lazy and the other said she was listless, she was happy to close the door and sleep all day long.
A few days later, it will be New Year's Eve, and a heavy snowfall last night blocked the newly swept road again. Early on, someone came to pull Xuanji to sweep the snow, but she just lay on the bed with her head covered and did not hear.
"Why are you still so lazy." The person who came to call her couldn't help but laugh, "Xuanji, get up."
She vaguely agreed, but she couldn't get up.
After a while, she only felt that someone was taking pictures of herself. She let out an annoyed sigh and murmured: "It's enough to sweep the snow...and so many people..."
The man said softly: "The so-called dancing after hearing the chicken, how can a spiritual practitioner be lazy. Quickly, get up."
Xuanji was still lazy and didn't want to move, but only felt something was wrong in her heart. The speaker's voice was low and gentle, not like Linglong. She pulled the quilt, but she saw the big brother Du Minxing standing by the bed, awe-inspiring and looking with a smile. she was.
She is just being lazy, she can't help but blush, she hurriedly sat up, and whispered: "How come you call me."
Du Minxing saw her getting up, so he went to the outhouse, turned his back to her, and smiled: "Linglong has been busy these days without seeing anyone, so Madam Du can't find her, so she called me."
Xuanji was embarrassed to tell him to wait outside for a long time, and quickly freshened up and changed his clothes, and then went out with him, and said: "What is Linglong up to?" After that, she couldn't help but yawn.
Du Minxing saw a tuft of hair sticking to her cheeks, he was moved for a while, raised his hand to twist it for her, and said, "Probably I plan to play something during the Chinese New Year. She is different from you and always loves these lively things."
Xuanji didn't realize it, and pushed the door and walked out.
Du Minxing narrowed his eyes and stared at her slender back in a daze. For a while, he couldn't tell who was the real one from the child four years ago.
The Xuanji in his heart is a little girl who deserves to be distressed, and occasionally makes people helplessly angry. Perhaps, it is not this lazy girl who is still light and soft like a cat.
Baij flies, time has swept away many memories and sent many new memories. The moment she saw her, she was wearing a green spring dress, and the wind and snow all over the sky turned into a gentle spring breeze. She was the most leisurely and beautiful peony in the spring breeze.
"Xuanji."
He uttered the name softly between his lips, and there was a wine-like tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue, which made him shudder.
She did not hear.
She has gone far.
Lunar New Year's Eve finally arrived under the expectation of everyone. Early this morning, the masters and apprentices of Qifeng gathered to the top of Shaoyang Peak to prepare for the ceremony to welcome the new year.
The Jasper Terrace on the summit of had been cleaned up long ago, and there was no remaining snow. On the four corners of the Yutai, there is a kupi drum, with two keel drumsticks hanging next to it. Someone has already stood in front of it, and the ceremony will begin.
Every year in the New Year ceremony, Linglong is indispensable. She loves to show up the most, and she has rehearsed with a group of young female disciples early, with a bright red waist drum hanging on her waist, ready to sing and dance at any time. It wasn't until midday that the people of Qifeng were counted as one after another, standing in their assigned positions, crowded and crowded, talking and joking with each other, it was very lively.
Xuanji and their few disciples of the sensitive character standing in a position to the west, they just happened to see the huge Kuipi drum in the west corner. This year it is Zhong Minyan's turn to beat the drums. Today, he deliberately changed into a red and white drummer's short suit. He was not afraid of the cold, with his arms exposed, his hands clasped with drumsticks, his muscles stretched, and he was very heroic.