Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

Chapter 569: Love and be loved

  Chapter 569 Peach Blossoms Still Laughing in Spring Breeze

  One room for girls and one room for boys.

  Li Qinian chose the most outer position, and Jiang Wang fell asleep next to her.

  A group of chirping young people got tired for a day, and soon became sleepy, but there was no movement.

  There are also a few people gurgling loudly, intertwined with other people's teeth grinding.

  Listening to such an N ensemble, Li Qinian did not feel sleepy.

  The moonlight outside the window is like water, the bright moon is sky, and the moonlight comes in through the window.

  Li Qinian could not fall asleep over and over, so he opened the quilt and sat up.

   "Can't sleep?"

  In the darkness, the people around him suddenly spoke up.

   "Brother Miu, you didn't sleep either?"

  The lights have been turned off for more than an hour, and she didn't expect anyone to sleep.

   "Hmm." Jiang Wang said lightly.

  Li Qinian sat cross-legged: "Shall we go for a walk?"

   Jiang Wang: "Good."

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  The two got dressed, opened the door and sneaked out.

  The deep mountains are quite different from the night sky of the city.

  The sky without light pollution, the sky is full of twinkling stars, always giving people the illusion that they can be picked by hand.

  Li Qinian looked at the low tiles of the temple, and a smile appeared in his eyes:

   "Brother Wang, you can climb over there."

  She pointed to the stairs to the side.

  The two climbed up the stairs. The air in the deep mountains was refreshing, and the air at night was even more cool. Taking a deep breath, it seemed to wash away the dirt in the lungs.

   "Brother Wang, how long is your birthday?"

  Li Qinian looked at the clusters of stars in the sky, and suddenly thought of the constellations.

  Jiang looked up at the starry sky presumptuously: "January 17th."

  Li Qinian thought carefully:

  "It seems to be a Capricorn...Hey, Brother Wang, your birthday seems to happen to be during the World Championship..."

  This year’s World Championship lasts for six weeks, forty-two days.

   Jiang Wang: "Yeah."

  He has not had his birthday for many years, and this day makes no difference to him.

  Li Qinian silently wrote down the date in her heart: "If only there is wine..."

Wine and song, life geometry.

  As soon as she finished speaking, her nose moved suddenly, as if she had smelled something, she smelled it again, and turned her head to confirm with Jiang Wang:

   "Brother Wang, have you smelled a scent of flowers?"

   Jiang Wang locked his direction: "Houshan."

   "Go, go and see."

  Li Qinian thought of the rumored Baili Peach Forest, and suddenly became interested.

  The two slowly climbed down from the roof and walked in the back direction. Li Qinian turned on the torch of the mobile phone to illuminate the path.

   Going through the backyard, and bypassing several small intestines, the fragrance of flowers is getting more and more intense, and there is no need to even smell it. The scent is full of flowers in the nasal cavity.

  The two walked for more than ten minutes, and finally saw a glimmer of light in front of them.

   "It looks like a yard?"

  Li Qinian exclaimed in surprise.

  The yard is lit with invisible lights, twinkling in the night.

  The two took a few more minutes to walk to the yard. The gate of the yard was a vermilion bronze door. Two red lanterns hung at the door. The huge buckle was painted with a layer of new paint, and it seemed that it was being renovated regularly.

   "It seems that something is written here..."

  Li Qinian looked at the trace on the door, took a closer look, and said in a low voice:

  "Last year, today, in this door, the face of the peach blossomed red...I don’t know where to go, the face of the peach still smiles in the spring breeze..."

   whispering these two poems, a slight strangeness swept across her heart, giving birth to a touch of sadness.

  It's as if someone was in her ear, gently reciting these two poems...

  (End of this chapter)