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    The wind blew the leaves, and the green shadows overlapped each other. After Luo Yuanqiu finished speaking, he retracted his hand again, as if he was shy.

    Jingzhi heard that there was no more movement in the tree, so he couldn't help but raise his head and asked: "Where are the people?"

    "Wait a minute." Luo Yuanqiu's voice came from a high place, and when the wind blew, it became a little ethereal, "There is a bird's nest, and it seems to be crooked."

    Jingzhi couldn¡¯t laugh or cry. Seeing no one around, he lifted up his robe and climbed up the old tree.  Holding the flowers in one hand, he held Luo Yuanqiu in the other hand to prevent her from accidentally falling from the tree.

    There were several green-shelled eggs in the bird's nest. Luo Yuanqiu straightened the bird's nest and then carefully released his hand.  When Jingzhi saw this, he jumped down from the tree one step ahead of her and stretched out his hand to her: "Come here."

    Luo Yuanqiu looked at the hand and said: "Junior sister, I can come down by myself, there is no need for this."

    Jingzhi didn¡¯t take back his hand, he just said: ¡°Come down.¡±

    Luo Yuanqiu put his hand up with a smile. Ren Jingzhi held his hand and jumped down from the tree with the help of his strength. He looked at the purple bouquet and said, "Does it look good?"

    When Jing Zhi saw her smiling, no matter how tight the corners of her mouth were, she couldn't help but pull her up, smiled slightly and said, "It looks good."

    Luo Yuanqiu heard this and said happily: "I think it looks good too!"

    Then she took out two bouquets of flowers from behind like a magic trick, and they were all tied up in a messy bunch by grass stems. Jingzhi was startled, but then she heard Luo Yuanqiu say: "This pink one is for Shen Ying, and the yellow one is for Wanyue"

    She looked at the flowers in her hand and felt she had nothing to say.  Luo Yuanqiu muttered for a while and then asked: "Junior sister, I think purple is more beautiful, what do you think?"

    Suddenly her hands tightened, and she raised her head to look at Jing Zhi. Jing Zhi held her hand and said, "They all look good."

    Luo Yuanqiu didn't know why, so she led him into the lecture hall. Jingzhi sat on the floor, spread out his plain robe, opened another book, and said calmly: "Don't you want to sleep?"

    The sun was shining brightly outside the window. Luo Yuanqiu opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief: "Sleep at this time?"

    Jingzhi took the flower from her hand, as if by accident, pulled her over, put her head on his lap, and said succinctly: "Sleep."

    Luo Yuanqiu struggled to get up and argued: "How can I sleep at this time? It's so bright outside!"

    Jingzhi lowered his head, looked into her eyes, and said calmly: "But didn't you just say that you like to sleep with me?"

    Luo Yuanqiu choked immediately and lay on her junior sister's lap in a daze. She thought about it and felt something was wrong. Just when she was about to speak, Jingzhi's long sleeves covered her face, and she obediently buried her face in the sleeves.  , silent.

    After this, she really fell into a deep sleep and forgot about the two bouquets of flowers.  When he woke up in the evening, Luo Yuanqiu remembered that he had found a bunch of flowers on the table, and naturally he couldn't give them away.

    She was very depressed about this for a while, but found that there was a glass vase on Jingzhi's table, which contained the bouquet of purple flowers she sent.  Because there is water to support them, the flowers have not withered.  She became happy again and fiddled with the bottle seriously for a while. Seeing that the owner was not there, she quietly took one and held it between her fingers. She felt vaguely happy in her heart. She sniffed it gently, but felt that it was still not as good as the incense in Jingzhi's sleeves.  The smell was good, so I went to look for my junior sister

    As spring passes and autumn comes, the colors of the mountains change several times, the wind and clouds disperse, the grass and trees are covered with rain and frost, and it is another season of reincarnation.

    Within a few months, Luo Yuanqiu's long hair had shrunk instead of growing, and it was like shaggy autumn grass, draped over his shoulders.

    She sat angrily in front of the bronze mirror. Shen Ying took out a red hairband and gestured around, combing it anxiously, and said: "What should I do? I can't braid it, and I can't wear it tightly."  Hey, what do you think we should do?"

    Wan Yue on the side looked at it and said: "I'd better shave off my hair and grow longer. It's going to be winter anyway, so wearing a hat won't make any difference."

    When Luo Yuanqiu heard this, he hurriedly protected his hair and shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no!"

    Shen Ying burst into laughter, pressed Luo Yuanqiu's shoulder and coaxed: "She is joking, how can she make senior sister shave her head bald?" She pulled the hair tie and had an idea: "Yes!"

    The morning mist has not dispersed, floating on the treetops and eaves.  Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and all the disciples gathered in the lecture hall to listen to Master's explanation of Taoist scriptures.

    Xuan Qingzi glanced at his eldest disciple unintentionally while he was speaking. He moved his eyes back to the book. Just as he was about to continue reading, he couldn't help but pause and glance at it several times.  Under the gaze of everyone, he almost lost control of his master's attitude and laughed out loud.

    I saw the eldest disciple combing his bangs, combing two hair rings around his ears, and hanging down a long and short hair tie. It was probably too short and could not be tied firmly. Now many of them have begun to scatter and hang on the side of his head.  GoodI don¡¯t know how long they walked, but when it got dark, they returned to the house. Luo Yuanqiu put the bamboo basket on the ground, and was about to leave again before he could take a breath.

    Jingzhi grabbed her and asked, "Where are you going?"

    Luo Yuanqiu said: "Go to Master, this is the mountain mushroom he wanted. I searched for it for a long time before I found it."

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    After a while, she came back happily, and secretly whispered in the ear of her junior sister: "I saw the master brought ham back, there is something delicious today!"

    Jingzhi shook his head and said, "You know how to eat." As if remembering something, he asked, "Aren't all the servants on the mountain gone? Who is cooking now?"

    "It's Master." Luo Yuanqiu said, quickly covering his mouth, looking left and right, and whispered: "Actually it's Master who is cooking all the time. Shh, don't tell others."

    Jing Zhi thought about it incomprehensibly, but he really couldn't connect Xuan Qingzi, the master of Xianfeng Daogu, with the kitchen stove.

    When night fell, there was indeed a dish of fried ham on the table. Jingzhi twitched the corner of his mouth and picked up a chopstick. It really tasted like what he usually eats, and it was exactly the same.

    The wonder of the master's sect cannot be described in words, let alone inferred by common sense

    Three days later, heavy snow fell from the sky, gently covering the mountains and plains, making the earth return to silence.

    After Luo Yuanqiu finished taking care of the flowers, he had nothing to do and built a snowman in the snow.  I went to meditate as usual in the afternoon, but Jingzhi went somewhere. Luo Yuanqiu was sitting alone in the empty lecture hall, and suddenly felt a little cold.

    Snow fell all over the sky from the window. She looked at it for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked to the window edge. On it was a branch of cloud flower made of ice. She picked it up carefully, fearing that it would break. She wanted to hold it in her hands, but her worries turned into  , put it back quickly.

    Was it made by Jingzhi?  She looked at the ice flowers in surprise, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the window, it was Jingzhi.

    She held a large bunch of ice-made cloud flower branches in her arms, raised her hand to wipe away the snow powder from Luo Yuanqiu's hair, and said, "Take it, I'll give it all to you."

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    Little red flower, little red flower!  I am coming!

    Okay, our memories are coming to an end, and the plot will continue in the next chapter.

    This article is about memories interspersed with various plots, so it shouldn¡¯t be difficult to read.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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