He liked the sight of a girl meditating in the dim candlelight.
The girl who sat on the futon and looked clean and beautiful always fell asleep easily, and sat there dozing off constantly, nodding her head at him.
In the flickering candlelight, the girl's fair and bright face already had bright traces, and her long eyelashes covered it like butterfly wings.
Every time she inadvertently incited, he felt his heart tremble.
That feeling, in countless silent and deep nights, taught him to feel uneasy and anxious.
Trying to get out, the girl fell softly on top of him, buried her head in his shoulder, and fell asleep peacefully, he froze, not daring to move the slightest, for fear that she would sleep restlessly, for fear that she would be awakened!
The girl's long hair hung down on his body. and his hair, entangled and intertwined.
In those secret nights, there was always a sentence in his mind: get married and become husband and wife!
This sentence flashed through his mind, and he immediately cut it off, sat there cross-legged, and silently recited the scriptures all night.
The heart gives birth to demons, and the heart destroys demons.
He thought he could get rid of it.
The girl leaned limply against him, and the moonlight crept in through the windowsill, casting a silvery light on them.
He looked at their intertwined shadows as they fell to the ground, and he secretly rejoiced in those nights.
I don't know how many moonlit nights, the moonlight bears witness to his sins!
He taught her martial arts experience for countless days and nights, taught her Qiankun Yishu, taught her to read and taught her to play the piano.
She is not like Yan Yueye, she always likes to run outside.
The girl Qin Xuanji likes to stay in the fairy palace most of the time, listening to him play the piano with a blank face, hearing the joy, and then jumping and taking off her shoes.
On the smooth marble, waving a water-sleeved long skirt, start dancing.
The clean and dusty girl is like a beam of light, illuminating the entire fairy palace.
She was barefoot, singing a soft and long song on her lips, dancing with the sound of his piano, the bells on her white ankles rose and fell, and the sound entered his eyes and ears, which was the most beautiful vocal music in his lonely fairy palace.
The girl also rose and fell in the water sleeves, and she quietly grew up in the soft song on her lips.
He didn't know when she had grown up, but it seemed that in just such a short time, she had grown into a bright girl.
Standing beside him, already his jaw dropped.
She is still wearing a moon-white dress, and she likes to run around in the fairy palace, and she is happy to dance alone.
You don't need to listen to his piano anymore to dance.
She could already perform a sharp sword dance in its entirety, and she would no longer doze off while meditating, nor would she climb up to his windowsill and watch him drink on those moonlit nights.
He will no longer follow him, and call him pitifully: "Master, my feet hurt." ” The girl who relied on him and liked to rely on him had distanced herself from him.
Later, she didn't even like to stay in Asgard anymore.
The empty fairy palace, the sound of the piano is lingering, and the aftermath is empty and silent, and there is no sound of the bell on the girl's feet in the fairy palace, and there is no soft singing voice of her dancing and singing.
He still stayed in the lonely fairy palace, reading books and playing the piano alone.
It wasn't until later that she brought the man back, and the girl said to him softly with a bright smile on her face: "Master, he is Yan Jiuming." ”