Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan walked out of the house in a daze and came to the small courtyard. He looked up and saw the scorching sun in the sky. His vision was particularly clear. The sky was like a porcelain embryo with layers of glaze faded, smooth and pleasant.

Chen Ping'an accidentally noticed that his breathing was a little stagnant, so he sat on the threshold, holding his breath and concentrating, and formed sword furnace fists with his ten fingers.

After burning the incense, Chen Pingan felt that his breath became smoother and smoother. Just when he was about to stand up, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and sat back on the threshold. He looked around with wide eyes. At some point in the corner of the yard, there was a piece of black lying quietly. Stone, the best sword sharpening stone in the world, Dragon Slaying Platform!

Chen Ping'an quickly stood up, walked quickly, squatted down and took a closer look. Compared with the collapsed pedestal of the Tianguan statue before, it seemed like someone had cut tofu with a knife. With a straight knife, it was neatly divided into two. . Chen Pingan rubbed his chin and moved his position bit by bit. He changed his position and squatted in a different direction. He moved around around the southeast, northwest, and northwest. After his butt returned to its original position, he became more and more certain that it was the pedestal at the foot of the statue with the "Bodhisattva Nodding" .

This made Chen Pingan horrified. Although Miss Ning likes to say some loud words, all her cold-hearted words will never be fake in the slightest. She said that the extremely strong Dragon Slaying Platform can only be destroyed by the Great Sword Immortal Flower. The price can be split, Chen Ping'an is convinced. So this dragon-slaying platform grew on his own, and then ran all the way to his Chen Ping'an's house?

Now Chen Pingan knows that there are indeed gods, ghosts, and countless mandrill spirits in the world, but is it unlikely that a stone will become a spirit? Besides, it can enjoy some happiness if it runs into anyone's house. What else can it do except suffer if it runs into your own house? Is there such a stupid stone spirit?

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "Hey, can you speak? Or can you understand what I'm saying?"

Of course not.

The suspicious boy shook his head, not seeing enough.

Probably because the previous dream was too real, Chen Ping'an still hasn't recovered yet, causing everything he sees now to be weird.

Many little things that I didn't think deeply about back then, now seem to make sense when strung together.

Mr. Qi said that there are indeed such things in the world, and Ning Yao even talked about the strange things in the world outside.

Even Old Man Yao has actually said a lot in bits and pieces. There are many things to pay attention to in the simple matter of entering the mountain. Old Man Yao once said a lot, for example, those inconspicuous old tree pillars may be the mountain gods. Seat, can't sit on it. He also said that all the mountains in the world, no matter how big or small, actually come from the same origin, but they are divided into ancestors and grandchildren.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an suddenly became very curious and wanted to know how to see the whole picture of Lizhu Cave where the town is located. Is it possible to have a panoramic view only by climbing to a higher peak than Piyun Mountain?

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts and looked down at the black stone, thinking that he would move it to the blacksmith shop. Miss Ning would definitely need this sword-sharpening stone. As for how Miss Ning will deal with the stone, whether she will choose to sharpen the sword herself or give it to Master Ruan as a thank you gift for helping to make the sword, Chen Pingan doesn't care anyway. He is just curious about how the sword sharpening stone sharpens the sword and whether it will be the same as his own. Is it almost like sharpening a hatchet?

Chen Pingan was never sloppy in doing things. Once he made up his mind, he immediately started to lift the sword whetstone upwards with both hands. He was able to lift it an inch away from the ground. It was a little heavy, but it was not too heavy to move, so it was easy to handle. Chen Pingan went to the house to find a basket.

Soon the young man was walking in Mud Bottle Alley with a basket on his back, a piece of clothing covering the sword-sharpening stone.

After walking out of Mud Bottle Alley, Chen Pingan found that there were many pedestrians on the street. It was probably the sudden dark night that made people panic. Now that they finally saw the sun, they all wanted to come out and take a breath. Therefore, most of the people in the small town left their homes, walked out of the alleys and came to the streets, talking a lot. From time to time, someone hurried past, shouting that the iron lock well had completely dried up, and even the iron chain that had been hanging in the well for thousands of years, Some bastard secretly moved it away and hid it at home. There are also children who are afraid of the world being in chaos, jumping up and down in twos and threes, with their faces full of joy, talking nonsense about the accident of the old locust tree.

It turned out that the old locust tree was uprooted "overnight" and fell on the street. Broken locust branches and withered yellow locust leaves were everywhere on the ground. At first, many nearby people thought it was better not to waste it, so they picked up the branches and leaves and went home to light the fire. Some of them were lazy and young, and reluctant to be urged by their aunts, they carried hatchets to chop thicker locust branches. It’s not that there was no one to stop them. Most of the old people in the town who have lived around the old locust tree for generations were very sad and cursed those men and women who took advantage of such evil deeds. There were also some old people who spoke sincerely about the connection between the old locust tree and the town and about this tree. Trees have spiritual energy. Over the years, even dead branches have fallen only in the dead of night, not wanting to hit people on the head, let alone when the harvest is not good. The locust flowers of the old tree are as full as rice. How many people's bellies.

does not work.

Those young and strong men either ignored them and just focused on cutting down trees. Some of them had a bad temper and got into conflicts with the old people, pushing and shoving them. It's a bit messy anyway.

After hearing the movement on the other side of the old locust tree, Chen Pingan, carrying a basket on his back, hesitated, slowed down, turned around in three steps, and looked in the direction of the old locust tree. His intuition told him that he should go to the locust tree to take a look, but there was another voice in his heart, telling him to go to the blacksmith shop quickly.

He suddenly saw a wind-like nimble figure passing by him. It was a little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket. It made people laugh or cry. On the little girl's shoulders, she was carrying a locust branch as thick as a strong green arm. The locust branches are long, and the little girl's steps are as fast as a wheel, and she is very lively and playful.

Chen Pingan recognized her at a glance. She was the little girl who lived alone. She came and went like the wind and liked to wander around the town. She and Gu Can were strangers to each other. They met again not long ago at Qingniubei. , she followed those immortal figures, and seemed to have a particularly good relationship with the young Taoist nun. Chen Pingan also gave her a small snake gallstone.

Chen Pingan hurriedly called her. The little girl in the red cotton jacket turned her head. When she saw it was Chen Pingan, she grinned, with a pair of autumn eyes that could speak, as if to say, "If you have something to say, tell me quickly. I'm listening. I'm still busy." Moving with ants!

Chen Ping'an held back his laughter and waved, "I'll discuss something with you. I'll delay you for a while at most."

The little girl in the big red cotton-padded jacket ran over vigorously with a branch on her shoulders. She turned slightly sideways and raised her head, a little confused.

Chen Pingan asked: "Did you move this branch from the old locust tree?"

The little girl nodded vigorously and said regretfully: "If we don't hurry up, everyone will be robbed. I am not strong enough and can only move so many big things. I will try to make more trips."

Chen Ping'an's mind changed quickly and he asked tentatively: "If your home is on Fulu Street, it is far away. If you trust me, you can put the locust branches in my yard first, so that you can run back and forth more often." A few trips.”

The little girl silently weighed the pros and cons. While thinking carefully, she had been observing Chen Pingan's eyes and face. She probably felt that Chen Pingan had no bad intentions. She nodded and said: "Then what do you want me to do? I agreed in advance that I can handle it." The branches were too heavy to move, and my shoulders felt like they were on fire."

Chen Pingan took out a bunch of keys, took off one of them, and handed it to the little girl, "This is the key to my courtyard door. Take it. I don't want you to do anything more. I just want you to take a look when you grab the locust tree branch." Are there any green leaves on the ground that have not turned yellow? If so, remember to collect them for me."

She didn't take the key, her eyes widened, "That's it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Yes, that's it. You know where my home is, right?"

She hummed, "It's the twelfth house on the left hand side of Mud Bottle Alley."

She didn't take the key in the end, "The wall in your courtyard is not high. I can put the locust branches in gently without opening the courtyard door."

Chen Ping'an just put away the key, and the girl in the red cotton jacket had already turned around and ran away.

Chen Pingan felt that she was like him who had entered the mountains. She was walking through the streets and alleys, while he was climbing over the mountains.

Chen Pingan walked out of the town and headed south. When he approached the "covered bridge", he was shocked to find that the covered bridge was missing.

It has been restored to the old stone arch bridge in my memory.

For some reason, although the covered bridge is new and grand, with a bright gold plaque hanging on it, Chen Pingan still likes the old bridge in front of him.

Chen Ping'an stood at the end of the stone bridge. He thought of the unexplainable dream for no reason. He took a deep breath and walked slowly up the slope.

The closer he got to the center of the bridge, the more nervous Chen Pingan became. He was already sweating profusely and became even more profuse. But when he reached the other end of the arch bridge, nothing happened. Chen Pingan laughed to himself and quickened his pace towards the blacksmith. Go to the shop.

On the other side of Qingniu's back, Old Man Yang was sitting on the edge of the green stone cliff, smoking a long cigarette.

The water pool at the old man's feet was rippled and sparkling. Under the water, there seemed to be a lot of water plants swaying. Under the bright sun, there was still an indescribable eerieness.

On the water, a vague face of an old woman gradually appeared, but she had a head of crow-green hair that bloomed in the water. At this time, the old woman felt like a mourning concubine and said in a trembling voice: "Great Immortal, I really didn't dare to get close to that place last night. , I tried several times, but once it passed, it was like getting into a frying pan, and it was more uncomfortable than being cut into pieces. Great Immortal, please spare the little one, there is really no other way."

Old Man Yang said indifferently: "I'm not here to ask questions, and you will be the same in the future. You just need to do what you can, without being ambiguous. But now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in front of you. It depends on how you dare. I don’t dare to fight for it.”

The old woman's green face swayed with the water, and she had an indescribable ghostly presence. When she heard that the great immortal was trying to point out a clear path for her, she quickly put on an attitude of listening.

The old man said slowly: "Now the small cave sky has slowly fallen back to the human world, bordering the earth, and is in the critical period of taking root. It won't be long before it will join the territory of the Great Li Dynasty. The reason why you can only be Being called River Goddess instead of River God is just like in a secular dynasty, you are still just a subordinate who is not of Qingliu rank, and you have not really obtained an official status. One step makes a world of difference."

He pointed towards the stone arch bridge with his old cigarette stick, "The reason for this is not that your territory is small, but that your territory has been cut off in the middle. If you see the bridge, it will destroy your future." It's cut off. As long as you can swim under the bridge, you can have a great future. The creek you are in will become the source of many important rivers in the future, let alone a black hair that cannot grow more than a few hundred miles. It is not difficult for a low-level river god to be made a river god by the Great Li, and his hair can be thousands of miles long."

The old woman's eyes rolled slightly.

Old Man Yang didn't push him and said with a smile: "It's actually quite comfortable to lie down in the mud, right? Why do you need others to help you up, right?"

The old woman was timid before and did not dare to agree. Now when she heard the immortal's sarcasm, she knew something was wrong and immediately begged for mercy, causing the deep pool and stream to surge.

The old man was indifferent and said calmly: "Should I continue to be a loach begging for mercy, or should I turn into a river dragon that controls a water transport, and do it here. Also, don't forget what I told you back then, there is no turning back on this road. There is only one way to go, and there is no good thing that can be done once and for all. To put it bluntly, everyone in the small town can be rewarded with good things, but it is not your turn no matter what."

The more the immortal with vast magical powers looked so calm and calm, the more the old woman He Po felt her heart pounding. Finally, she gritted her teeth and dived into the water quickly.

After a while, the old woman disappeared, but in the stream between the green oxback and the stone arch bridge, there seemed to be a faint green shadow, twisting downstream.

After this shadow approached the stone arch bridge, its speed slowed down, and finally it was like a turtle paddling through water.

There were still more than ten feet away from the deep pool of the stone arch bridge, and the figure of the old woman of the river suddenly accelerated. It was obvious that she was seeking wealth in danger and was going to fight to the death.

A quick trip.

Unobstructed.

After the old woman rushed out dozens of feet in one breath, the figure under the water spun around. In order to celebrate her life after the disaster, she couldn't help but spin in circles. A ball of black hair wrapped around the skinny body that had no flesh and blood.

The river woman stood upright and hovered in the stream. She looked up at the stone arch bridge and finally saw the old sword clearly.

It was still rusty, no different from what she had seen when she was a child, a young woman, and a young woman.

But the next moment, the old woman Hepo, who just glanced at Old Jiantiao one more time, had her eyes explode on the spot.

Wail.

The stream is rolling and the waves are spraying.

After a long time, calmness finally returned to this section of the creek. The old woman had a new pair of eyes, but her breath became weak. The great immortal's voice rang in her ears, "People don't pay attention to you. That's because your ancestors smoked. You Don’t push yourself too far. When passing the stone bridge in the future, be sure not to raise your head.”

The old woman murmured: "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."

Old Man Yang's voice came faintly, "Just go downstream and try to see where you can swim. Don't be too arrogant when you pass by the blacksmith shop. But don't worry too much, your presence can make this stream change." It is particularly 'gloomy'. Once the water essence is produced, it is conducive to sword making and tempering, so Master Ruan will not embarrass you. If you work diligently, maybe others will give you some opportunities. Although Lizhu Cave Sky is broken The spiritual energy quickly overflowed and dispersed, but it can probably last for another thirty or forty years. Master Ruan's position as a saint is very stable, which is a good thing for him."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and said flatteringly: "I will obey the great immortal's decree."

Someone on Qing Niu's back was full of admiration, "Senior has such great magical power that he can actually confer a title to a river woman on his own. The key is that he can do it without disturbing the way of heaven."

Old Man Yang still maintained his original sitting posture, without turning his head, and sneered: "He Po, and River God, there is a difference between a word and a cloud of mud. How can a scholar like you not understand?"

The visitor is none other than Guanhu Academy’s biggest scholar, Cui Minghuang. He should be the last outsider to leave this place.

This handsome scholar from Fengshen Yulang smiled and said: "It's already shocking. On a dead end road, a path was forcibly cut off. This kind of handiwork can't help but be admired by the younger generation."

Old Man Yang asked calmly: "Boy, do you know my identity?"

Cui Minghuang shook his head and said with a smile: "The mountain master didn't tell you in advance, but I barely guessed a few clues."

Old Man Yang said impatiently: "Go, go, you are not qualified to talk to me. If you were the mountain master, you would be just fine."

Cui Minghuang not only did not leave, but sat on the ground on Qingniu's back. Before sitting down, he reached out and carefully held the jade pendant around his waist to avoid hitting the stone cliff. He looked up at the unobstructed blue sky and whispered: "Kong has a heaven-reaching cultivation level. In order to protect this Lizhu Cave and prevent the law of heaven from seeping in, he was unwilling to use it at all. In the end, he could only rely on two natal characters to really hold on until the end. Yang Old gentleman, what do you think our Mr. Qi wants?"

The old man was just smoking a cigarette with a gloomy look on his face.

Cui Minghuang murmured: "If you are trying to 'make a life for the people', it would be a shame. He is Qi Jingchun, the master of Shanya Academy, the proud disciple of the fourth sage of Confucianism. His life is exchanged for Is it cost-effective for five or six thousand ordinary people to live in the next life? I don’t think it’s cost-effective. If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Old Man Yang exhaled a puff of smoke, "You can only talk to me about your words, otherwise if word spreads, you will never be able to become the master of the academy in this life. For the sake of you saying a few words from your heart first, Let’s chat casually?”

The scholar smiled and said: "That's a good thing. I can't ask for it."

The old man looked at the water, "But before that, I want to ask you a question."

Cui Minghuang nodded and said: "Senior, just ask."

The old man said slowly: "Is it your handiwork that pushed Qi Jingchun step by step to the point where he could only seek death?"

Cui Minghuang was stunned at first, then smiled bitterly, and finally laughed at himself: "Senior, do you think too highly of me?"

Old Yang didn't turn his head, and clouds of smoke curled up in front of the old man. "I don't have any other skills. I can only judge people's hearts. So you shouldn't come here."

Cui Minghuang smiled and explained: "Even if it is later, it was eighty years ago when I, the fourth sage of Confucianism, first declined my position in the Confucian Temple and started from this. I am just standing there now." Nian, how does that make sense?"

The old man turned his head and said with a smile: "You mean to say that you just happened to come here to take away the Zhenguo Jade Gui, and you just happened to encounter this tragedy. It's yellow mud that fell into your crotch. It's either shit or shit?"

Cui Minghuang looked calm and said with a smile: "Everything in the world is unpredictable, and there are no coincidences."

Old Man Yang chuckled, his smile was superficial but not his smile.

Cui Minghuang did not want to waste any more time and said straight to the point: "This junior has a special liking for Piyun Mountain and hopes to use it as the address of a new academy. This junior is here as a guest, do as the Romans do when they are in the country, and should behave accordingly. Say hello to Senior Yang. I wonder what Senior has requested?"

Old Man Yang frowned and remained silent.

Cui Minghuang seemed to dare not urge the old man without authorization. He stood up slowly and said softly: "Senior, don't worry. As long as the senior doesn't nod his head for a day, the junior's academy will not dare to break ground. If one day the senior feels that this is feasible, he can ask the kiln manager to Just send a message to Emperor Cui Ming of Guanhu Academy over at the Supervisory Office."

Old Man Yang hummed, but did not refuse the man thousands of miles away.

Cui Minghuang bowed and said goodbye.

Compared with a small chess piece like the old woman Hepo, can it truly achieve the status of a god? Or is Guanhu Academy looking for an enclave in Go in the Great Li Dynasty and has chosen Piyun Mountain? In fact, the old man has no idea about these. It's too caring, because it doesn't matter.

The only thing the old man cared about was what Qi Jingchun said to Ruan Qiong when he arrived at the covered bridge that night. In the end, he sat alone on the covered bridge all night, and then got up and returned to the town after dawn. During that period, what did Qi Jingchun say and do? What?

The old man stood up with the old cigarette stick and cursed in a low voice: "No one can make people worry."

In the school, the four hooded boys looked at each other in shock.

The children did not see Mr. Qi, but the old man who seemed to be sweeping the floor all year round. He put on a Confucian shirt similar to Mr. Qi's attire, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and his frosty white hair was neatly tidied. Wearing a high crown, the old man sat in Mr. Qi's seat and told the four children that Mr. Qi had resigned as teacher and academy mountain master, so he would be the one to lead the study tour.

Mr. Qi and his children had already agreed on the trip, and the elders in their family also nodded in agreement.

The old man no longer had the kind-hearted look on his face and his majestic aura, and asked: "Where is Li Baoping? Why didn't you come to school?"

The sneaky Li Huai, who usually did not deal with the red cotton-padded jacket, immediately reported: "On the way here, Li Baoping heard that the old locust tree had fallen, so he insisted on running to join in the fun. I couldn't hold her back, she has a bad temper. It’s so bad that she still beats people even if I don’t listen no matter what I try to do.”

The other three meng boys all complained that Li Huai was really following his mother, and his ability to tell lies with open eyes was better than anyone else.

The old man turned to a little girl with braids and said, "Go and call Li Baoping back. We are leaving the town today."

The little girl yelled, stood up reluctantly, and trotted away from the school.

Li Huai was young and had a very naughty mouth. He never forgot to add fuel to the fire and said with an old temper: "Old Ma, naughty students like Li Baoping must be well controlled, otherwise they will not succeed. Since Mr. Qi Now that you are gone, you have to shoulder the burden, old horse..."

The old man glared sharply, and Li Huai was so frightened that he shut up obediently. He just kept scolding the old man Ma in his heart that he was nothing. If the tiger was not in the mountain, the monkey would be the king.

Li Huai used to be fed up with Mr. Qi's rules, but now he misses Mr. Qi's.

Next to the school classroom, in the room belonging to Qi Jingchun, Cui Minghuang from Guanhu Academy sat behind the desk and looked around. The scholar occupying the magpie's nest smiled calmly and whispered with some disappointment: "There are not many books. "

After Chen Pingan arrived at the blacksmith shop, he was a little confused when he heard the news.

Ning Yao left the town before dawn. Ruan Xiu said that it was on the other side of Hanging Mountain, where the flying sword passed the message. After hearing this, Miss Ning hurriedly left the shop.

Only then did Chen Pingan realize that Miss Ning had gone to Mud Bottle Lane to say goodbye to him.

Chen Pingan, carrying a basket on his back, stood under the eaves of the house where Ning Yao temporarily lived, pursing his lips.

Ruan Xiu said softly: "Miss Ning asked me to tell you that she will borrow the scabbard for a while and will return it to you later."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter."

Ruan Xiu was about to speak but stopped, and Chen Ping'an finally realized that these words to Miss Ruan were meaningless. He scratched his head and said, "Then I'll go back to Mud Bottle Alley first."

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Chen Pingan walked forward.

Ruan Xiu suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Chen Pingan, my father said that you can work peacefully in the shop during this period. You may be needed to help blacksmith in the future."

Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "Thank you."

The girl in green smiled sweetly.

Chen Ping'an was walking alone by the stream. After walking onto the stone arch bridge, he suddenly stopped, took off his backpack, and sat on the edge of the stone bridge, with his feet dangling in the air. The basket containing the heavy dragon-slaying platform was placed next to him.

A pair of straw sandals, swaying gently.

The young man didn't feel too sentimental about Miss Ning's departure, because he knew from the beginning that she would leave.

It's just that there are some things that I don't have time to say.

I don't know how long it took, but Chen Pingan was suddenly awakened by a huge splash of water under the bridge. Chen Pingan quickly turned around and saw that the basket had disappeared!

Chen Ping'an didn't hesitate at all. He held up his hands and let himself fall into the stream.

After entering the water, quickly change your position in the water, put your head down, and dive under the water with all your strength.

When Chen Ping'an opened his eyes wide and vaguely saw a little light, he lost consciousness at that moment.

The next moment, Chen Ping'an found himself standing on the mirror-like water. He stamped his feet lightly and was able to create circles of ripples, but the mirror did not collapse.

Chen Pingan suddenly raised his arms to cover his eyes.

There is a dazzling light directly in front, shining through the heaven and earth.

When the light faded, Chen Pingan put down his arms and saw a person sitting in the air in the distance, with one foot bent and one foot hanging down, as if he was sitting on the edge of a cliff, with a lazy posture.

The whole person is bathed in white light, and the strands of light are constantly swaying.

Chen Ping'an couldn't see the man's face clearly.

The figure standing in the center of the covered bridge in the previous dream at home in Mud Bottle Lane was very similar.

But Chen Pingan was not sure whether they were the same person.

The man raised his head, yawned, and said slowly: "The scholar named Qi Jingchun said that he was very disappointed with the world. What about you?"

After the man spoke, Chen Pingan had difficulty breathing and gritted his teeth.

Soon he heard his heartbeat again, like someone beating a drum, the boy's face turned red and he reached out to cover his heart.

God beats the spring drum to inform the world that spring is coming.

If the drum does not sound, spring will not come.

The man waved his hand casually, and his sleeves swayed like a Milky Way.

On the stone arch bridge, the boy who was pecking at the rice woke up in a trance, turned his head and looked, and saw that the basket was placed beside him.

The young man held his head and said, "Again?!"

Chen Pingan slapped himself hard, it hurt.

He stood up in a panic, picked up the basket and ran away.

Chen Ping'an ran all the way back to Mu Ping Alley, opened the courtyard door, and found locust branches lying in a mess near the courtyard door.

I thought that girl could really run and carry things.

Chen Pingan put down his backpack, then sat at the door of the courtyard, wiping his sweat.

A flash of red came running quickly from one end of Mud Bottle Alley.

The little girl was sweating profusely. After seeing Chen Pingan, she grinned.

She leaned on the ground with a locust tree branch, panting, and fished out a handful of bright green locust leaves from the embroidered bag around her waist.

After Chen Pingan took it, he lowered his head and saw that compared to the locust leaves that Mr. Qi took him to beg for that time, although these locust leaves were also green, the veins were withered and yellow. After looking at them for a long time, there was no green light wandering through them. .

Chen Pingan looked at the red cotton-padded jacket looking around, smiled and stretched out his hand.

The little girl looked confused.

Chen Pingan did not take back his hand.

After persisting for a moment, she took out the last leaf from her embroidery bag with an annoyed expression and slapped it heavily on Chen Pingan's palm.

Chen Pingan continued to stretch out his hand.

She puffed up her cheeks hard, turned around and took out another locust leaf from nowhere, and handed it to Chen Pingan with a mournful face.

Chen Ping'an suppressed his laughter, put the eight locust leaves together, took out three of them, handed them to the little girl in the red cotton jacket, and said softly: "This is for you."

The little girl did not take the locust leaf. Her big, moist eyes like black grapes were full of doubts.

Chen Ping'an rubbed the little girl's head and explained warmly: "It's different if you hide it yourself in advance and I give it to you later. Don't forget in the future. If you promise others, you must keep it. "

Chen Pingan looked at the innocent and young face and smiled: "If you try hard and still can't do it, remember to say hello."

Although the little girl thought what he said was quite reasonable, she had no face, so she wrinkled her face as hard as she could and said angrily: "Why do you look so much like Mr. Qi from the school? If I didn't like you, Got it!"

Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "I'll help you move the locust branches to your house. I'm very strong, so just one trip is enough."

The exhausted little girl in the red cotton coat suddenly brightened up and smiled until her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "Then I can like you a little longer!"