stardust

"Yue'er, come out quickly! Your little uncle is coming back, and the master told you to go to the mountain gate to meet him." Yueqin shouted.

Ever since Xiao Xingchen left, Yue'er seemed to be a different person, no longer the lively, clever and fussy little girl she was back then, as if she had grown into a lady, gentle and dignified overnight.

Ming Yu thinks that Yue'er is so good, but Yue Qin understands her daughter's thoughts deeply, and knows that she is emotionally distressed.

Once a girl is in love, she is stupid and idiotic, and she can't live her original appearance, alas.

Hearing Yueqin's words, Yue'er ran out quickly, as if she had become that innocent little girl again, and asked in surprise: "Really? Little uncle is really coming back?"

Yueqin nodded: "When did you ever see Master tell lies?"

"That's right, the ancestor is a fairy...Mother, do you think I look good today? Is my hair messy?" Yue'er suddenly asked shyly.

"It's not messy, it's beautiful, our Yue'er has always been so beautiful." Yue Qin said with a smile.

Yue'er still seemed worried, ran back to the room and looked in the mirror, and inserted a flower between her temples—it was the spiritual flower with white petals and red stamens that bloomed in the green pool on the top of the mountain, undefeated all the year round.

Seeing her daughter's childish behavior, Yueqin felt a bit of sourness in her heart, "Go quickly, lest my little brother wait for a long time."

Yue'er nodded and went out happily.

At the gate of the mountain, Yue'er found that the little uncle was kneeling on the ground, presumably begging the master to hold the mountain to loose people, beside him sat a black-robed Taoist priest with his eyes closed and a handsome and stern face.

Yue'er walked slowly in front of Xiao Xingchen, and said softly, "Little Martial Uncle!" her tone was full of joy.

Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes, and there was a girl in a white dress and pink face standing in front of him.

"You are, Yue'er?" Xiao Xingchen said hesitantly.

"Yes, little uncle, it's me. Master ordered me to come down the mountain to meet you. Come with me. Who is this priest?" Yue'er replied with a salute.

A smile finally appeared on Xiao Xingchen's miserable face. Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for a few years, Yue'er has grown into a slim figure, becoming more and more beautiful.

"This is my good friend Song Lan. We came here to ask Master to heal his eyes." Xiao Xingchen looked at Song Lan and said.

Song Lan also stood up when she heard the words. Yue'er took a closer look and found that her eyes were dull, and a gleam of pity flashed in her heart, but seeing his cold appearance, she just said "oh" lightly, and then led Xiaoxing Chen and Song Lan went up the mountain.

Yue'er led Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan to Xiao Xingchen's former house, the house was as before, and the table was as clean as new.

Xiao Xingchen sighed inwardly, "It must be Yue'er who took care of it."

Xiao Xingchen entrusted Song Lan to Yue'er to take care of him, and went to see his master first.

Yue'er sat in the room with Song Lan waiting for Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan sat silently, Yue'er felt a little bored, so she asked, "Taoist Song, do you want some tea?"

Song Lan shook her head.

Yue'er asked again: "Are you hungry?"

Song Lan shook her head.

Yue'er stood up and said: "You have traveled a long distance, you are still hungry, I will cook, how about you sit by yourself?"

Song Lan nodded.

Yue'er walked out of the room, took a long breath, and then went to the kitchen to prepare meals.

Half an hour later, Yue'er brought the prepared meal to the room and said, "Daoist Song, do you want to eat some first?"

Song Lan shook her head.

Yue'er sat down and waited for Xiao Xingchen to come back with Song Lan.

After a while, Song Lan smelled the aroma of the food, and finally spoke, "Your cooking skills are good?"

When Yue'er heard Song Lan speak, she immediately smiled and said, "Yes, my uncle said that my cooking tastes better than my mother's. My uncle likes the food I cook the most, and I hope it suits your taste. "

Song Lan stopped talking.

After a while, Xiao Xingchen pushed the door and entered, his face pale.He said softly to Song Lan: "Master promised to heal your eyes. Don't worry, you will see it soon. You haven't eaten for a few days. You are hungry. Eat something quickly, and then come with me to see Master." .”

Song Lan nodded, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and began to eat quietly.

Yue'er found that the little master uncle didn't even look at her, let alone praise the big table of meals she cooked, and saw the two of them eating in silence with a tacit understanding. Xiao Xingchen helped Song Lan from time to time, and suddenly felt that she A little redundant, eating in silence with complicated mood.

Xiao Xingchen finally turned to Yue'er and said, "Yue'er, thank you! I haven't seen you for three years, and your cooking skills have become more and more exquisite. You look dignified and well-behaved. You really have grown up." After speaking, he reached out to touch Yue The son's head suddenly retracted, and said with a smile: "I forgot that you are already a big girl, so I can't touch your head casually."

The vegetables in Song Lan's chopsticks fell to the floor, and Xiao Xingchen immediately picked up some more for him.

There was a strange feeling in Yue'er's heart.

The three of them ate their first meal after the reunion with their own concerns.

After eating, Xiao Xingchen took Song Lan to the master's residence to heal his eyes.

Yue'er finished packing the dishes and returned to Mingyue Pavilion, just as she walked to the door, she heard Ming Yu and Yue Qin sighing.

"Little brother, why bother, for the sake of an irrelevant person, you have to gouge out your own eyes and exchange them for him."

"Xingchen has always had this kind of personality, with a clear distinction between love and hate, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, look at his painful expression, it is more painful than that blind Taoist priest, Xingchen can't get over his own heart!"

"Father, mother, what are you talking about? The little uncle wants to gouge out his own eyes for Daoist Song? How can this be possible! Without eyes, how can the little uncle use the sword to save the world?" Yue'er said eagerly.

Ming Yu and Yue Qin didn't expect Yue'er to hear the conversation just now, and they regretted talking about it, the younger brother originally asked them to keep it a secret.

"Yue'er, listen to A Niang, your little uncle has his own choice, you can't force it, just let him go." Yueqin persuaded.

Yue'er didn't listen to the persuasion at all, and rushed out of the house, trying to stop Xiao Xingchen.

She hurriedly ran to the Sanren's residence in Baoshan, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan had already left, and Yue'er went down the mountain with a sword, but she did not see Xiao Xingchen who left without saying goodbye for the second time.

"Little uncle, don't go, your eyes..." Yue'er covered her face and began to cry. Tears overflowed from between her fingers and dripped on the ground in the mountain, turning into pearls, like pearls one after another. Like a little moon.