The Crazy Adventures of Wu Gate

Chapter 47: Vegetable Love

Out of the alley, come to the bustling bazaar.

Qing Qiao turned to look at the people around him, he still held his hand, a faint eye, a faint eyebrow.

Seems to be stingy.

——Well, among these young and beautiful young men, which one does not have a difficult past? Good men are all polished by time.

But I said, Uncle Ruan, you will hold my hand like this to sway and pass away, I'm afraid that when I go back, the cabbage will be drowned by the vinegar sea.

"... Come back, come back, you wanderer ..." Qing Qiao hummed tenderly in his ear.

Ruan seemed stunned, but woke up, he looked down at her, and looked at her: "Hungry? I'll buy you food."

His expression was soft and intimate. Qing Qiao counted so many things that he never expected to say such a thing.

"... Ah, a little bit." Qing Qiao looked at him blankly, wondering if this man had been poisoned by the stench in the room just now.

Ruan Siqiong didn't look at her expression, and nodded straightly: "What should I eat?"

His voice became lighter, as if facing a delicate porcelain, his voice would shatter a little.

Qing Qiao's heart was stagnant, and he suddenly caught sight of the hawker selling candy gourds on the street, and suddenly shouted, "That one, I want to eat that!" Candied fruits, passing through the classic must-have items!

Ruan Siqiong followed her gaze and smiled deeper.

"It really is a child." He patted her head, turned and walked towards the hawker.

"Is it delicious?" Ruan Siqiong stared quietly at Qing Qiao, who was biting on a candy gourd.

"It's not delicious." Qing Qiao honestly said, "There are absolutely no braised pork trotters that are delicious, not even one-third of the roasted quail."

"Then why do you still eat?" Ruan Siqiong laughed.

"I just want to try it. Would it be better to eat next to the beautiful man?" Qing Qiao licked his mouth.

"--The conclusion is?"

Ruan raised her eyebrows and twisted the sugar on her cheeks.

"Well," Qing Qiao sighed, and put down the bunch of sugar gourds. "If you still have a kind treat next time, please give me mercy and give me a pig trotter!"

Ruan laughed loudly, took the candy gourd, and threw it away.

"Why don't you take care of the environment?" Qing Qiao gave him a stern glance. "Idolists should know how to set an example-do you think you are the old seventh hiding in the alley?"

The smile was removed from Ruan Siqiang's face, and his complexion became serious.

For a long time, he sighed and said seriously: "Lao Qi, formerly the No. 1 beautiful man in Southern Xinjiang."

Qing Qiao's jaw suddenly fell.

"... What's the use of the first beauty?" Ruan Xiqiang shook his head, with a regretful expression, "I thought he was brilliant in martial arts, but he still doesn't look like this."

"What's wrong with it?" Qing Qiao sensitively put his ears up, and all the gossip cells all over the body began to scream and active-what is it, what made Beckham in the southern Xinjiang into a skeleton version of Cassie Modo?

"... the hero is upset with the beauty." Ruan Siqiong looked at the distance with emotion.

——Oh, it ’s because of Victoria, you are so miserable.

There was a flash of light in Qing Qiao's head, and he immediately asked: "Just before, he said that he would never come out in this life, is it also related to that beauty?"

Ruan Siqiong nodded slightly, her expression slowed, and she seemed to appreciate her response.

"I used to just bet ... If he was still staying under the old banyan tree of the inn every night, with his cultivation and ability, he should be able to depict the three-pointer of the murderer."

"--I would rather he couldn't draw it."

Ruan looked over her face like a dome, and the beautiful outline was plated with a slight golden awn by the sun: "People are dead, what's the use of guarding her tomb every night?"

Hearing this, Qing Qiao's heart had probably already--the old seven was a flirtatious man, and was infatuated with a beautiful woman; later, I do n’t know why, the beautiful woman disappeared, and the beautiful boy also became Casimodo's tragic appearance.

This bridge was originally written by many martial arts novels. Qing Qiao listened, but felt infinitely sentimental.

It seems that here is always a fantasy world. In the real world, how can anyone be so infatuated?

——But I didn't meet any of them.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but resent the author a little and kicked the pebble on the side of the road.

"It's early, let's go for a walk."

Behind Ruan Siqiang suddenly made a noise, and took her sleeves.

"Where to go?" Qing Qiao said for a moment, thinking that this uncle is really a happy son, so many brothers and sisters in Denton Court waited for him to control the overall situation, but he leisurely invited a little girl out to play.

Ruan Siqiong glanced at her feet and smiled: "Follow me."

Through the "tall" small archway, the two walked around and walked into a house.

The garden is small, and the green tiles stacked on the wall are clean and tidy, and a green impatiens blooms behind the green peach branches.

"Go in?" Ruan Siqiong turned around and reached for an arch deep in the courtyard.

His voice was so bright and joyful, he walked to Lingyun Tiancheng, brilliant Jinhui sprinkled on his navy blue robe, bright like stars.

Qing Qiao nodded involuntarily.

——A good boy should n’t go with his uncle, she knows. However, Ruan Siqiong has such a skill. Even standing in front of the most ordinary dwellings, it will make people feel that behind him is a carved beam, a magnificent paradise on earth.

Opening the door, there was no cave in the dim silence. It turned out to be a small grocery shop.

"... Mr. Ruan?" The lady behind the counter saw Nguyen Qiong, and she froze obviously.

"Si Niang, I'll buy a pair of shoes for this child." Ruan Siqiong nodded slightly towards the boss, smiling softly.

Yay? Qing Qiao was surprised, looked at him first, then stomped his feet.

——Since joining the Xiling Green Vegetable Pie, her shoes have always been a thousand-layer cloth from her sister. Although it is ugly and heavy, it is also suitable for walking. It's just that the shoe has been burred and a few holes have been ripped on the shoe surface, exposing a milky interlayer, like a few sesame seeds on the bottom of the pot.

Looking at this pair of villages with a strong rural atmosphere, and taking off her aunt-like feet, she suddenly felt embarrassed, and quietly moved her legs back, and the blush continued to reach the back of her ears.

——Feng Tangjing said that every woman must have a pair of good shoes, but this depends on the conditions.

"... The girl chooses what she likes."

The proprietress took a few pairs of shoes and kindly made her tricks.

Qing Qiao looked up, staring blankly at Ruan Siqiong, wondering what he was playing.

The other person was looking at her just as her face was dim in the yellow shadow, and her black eyes were clear like a canal.

"Choose a pair, I'll give it to you." He bent his eyes, grinning his lips, showing his white teeth.

Qing Qiao's cheeks turned redder, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no ... how can this be?"

"What's wrong?" Ruan Siqiang sneered, like the lake that melted in the early spring, twitching atrium gently.

"——The little girls are all beautiful." He leaned towards her half-length, his voice hoarse. "You are so shy, in case you meet Ruyi Langjun in a while, how can you let people pay attention to you?"

"Cut, this Wucai cabbage is not what you asked me to wear ..." Qing Qiao twisted his head and tried to avoid his wet breath.

"Well, it's mine, it's not." Ruan Siqiang didn't worry, nodding his head at will, his eyes were clear as water.

"But pakchoi still listens to Uncle Shi."

He took a pair of embroidered shoes on his wife's hand and flicked it slightly.

"——Good girl, you need to wear a pair of good shoes. Wear a pair of beautiful shoes, you can have a good mood, you can go to the horizon where you want to go."

A breeze came to shake the window and flick his hair.

He was sitting there looking at her, long and handsome, with dark eyes under his eyes, as if he contained endless words, but could not bear it.

Qing Qiao suddenly felt that these pair of unsorrowful eyes had seen through life. Even after experiencing hundreds of times of joy, anger and sorrow, and even if there were splendid fireworks, it faded away in the long river of time, extinguished the last ignition, and disappeared with the wave.

Do you want to say something to me?

She wanted to ask him that.

She remembered the moment when he showed himself a palm print, and when he dropped his hand, there was such a faint sorrow in his eyebrows.

But she didn't say anything.

In the end, she picked a pair of silver satin shoes with white dove embroidered. Although not as exquisite and luxurious as when she was a scholar, she was the best pair in her shoes. She held her shoes in her arms along the way and from time to time she took them out to look at the West, and even sniffed, happy like a real fifteen-year-old girl.

Ruan Siqiong led the way, occasionally looking back at her with a petting smile on his face.

The blue and twilight sky is covered with shallow clouds, and the breeze blows away the hair scattered around his neck, exposing a delicate and beautiful curve.

Day by day, twilight, flowers blooming and thanking, Yunfeiyun passed, no matter what happened, this person is so calm and calm.

——How many things did he experience? How many ordeals have you suffered?

Qing Qiao thought so, something suddenly softened in his heart.

A piece of ice has melted into water, ticking, ticking.

"Fair, have you ever loved someone?"

Qing Qiao looked at the man walking slowly forward, with a faint expression.

Ruan crossed his face like a dome, exposing his nose upright. "Why, is cabbage interested?"

Qing Qiao nodded.

An old man who is still single at the age of thirty must have a sad past.

"……Maybe."

Ruan Siqiong raised his head to the sky, his eyes narrowed, and his expression was clear and charming: "Maybe I liked it, but I don't remember."

"Isn't there a girl who can make you really heart-chattered in these decades?" Qing Qiao opened his mouth incredulously.

"Heart?" A thin layer of mist rose from his eyes, slowly flowing in the light and shadow. "... Heart doesn't have to be like, and he doesn't have to love."

"——A life without love is incomplete!" Qing Qiao muttered, "You said, how many small flowers did you hurt to get close to?"

Ruan Siqiong smiled lightly, raised an eyebrow, and seemed to be caught in the memory.

"... A long time ago, while I was still learning martial arts in Xiling, a girl asked me to send sachets to my brother."

He told the past in a gentle tone, as if he had nothing to do with himself: "... Later I learned that there was a note in the sachet at that time, and she hoped that I would open the sachet halfway and see it."

"——It says," I like the messenger ", right?"

Qingqiao interjected curiously.

Ruan seemed to stare at her, pretending to be serious: "Little girl reacts quickly to these!"

Then he smiled again, a soft glow like moonlight on his cheek.

"She was as old as you were then."

Qing Qiao sighed with regret.

It is courageous for a teenage girl to test her sweetheart by sending sachets to others.

"How about you?" Ruan Siqiong turned around and looked at her with interest. "Are there anyone you like? Should you talk to Uncle Shi?"

Qing Qiao froze, and immediately shook his head to deny it, with a firm attitude.

Not without, but she couldn't speak.

In that distant past, in that distant place, she was also a real young girl.

One day, she asked a silly teenager, "Why do you always peep at me?"

The boy answered honestly, "Because I want to know, have you always looked at me like I look at you!"

Those years have been gone for a long time, time alone forgot her.

Now when I come to this strange wilderness, in order to find a way to go home, no one can like it, not even my heart.

Because no one would accompany her on the last path.

"I'm a girl who can't love."

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