Chapter 464

Bo YuXun couldn't tell what he felt, moved or admired?

He thought he couldn't do it, so the mirror was very rare in his eyes.

He saw an ash on Mingjing's cheek and subconsciously blurted out, "don't move."

The mirror stopped and looked up at him.

Bo YuXun brushed away the soot with his fingers. His fingers were slightly hot, and her cheeks were cold. At the moment of contact, it was like a wildfire, sweeping everything in an instant.

They were stunned at the same time.

Bo YuXun took the lead in breaking the embarrassment, "your face is dirty."

Under the bright mirror, he raised his hand, touched his cheek and said as if nothing had happened: "thank you."

Bo YuXun put his hands behind his back and his fingertips were hot.

At the kitchen door, qufeitai stood there quietly, his hands hanging on his side clenched into fists.

"Patter patter patter" the rain drops on the eaves strung into beads, chiseled on the green bricks for a moment, and splashed scattered water.

Qu Feitai turned and left.

The hot water in the big pot is bubbling, and the mirror scoops the hot water into the wooden basin.

Bo YuXun squatted at the stove where Mingjing had just squatted, adding firewood and said, "go take a hot bath and I'll continue to boil water."

The mirror looks at Bo YuXun.

As if he understood the eyes of the mirror, Bo YuXun said with a helpless smile: "in your eyes, I can't even burn a fire. I've participated in field survival training."

Fetching water was a pure accident.

"Then trouble doctor Bo."

The mirror left with the basin.

After simply wiping his body, the mirror took out a washed white Ziyi from the wooden box, afraid to remove the dust on it and wear it on him.

Hang the clothes off on the shelf to dry.

Mingjing took a towel and wiped his wet hair little by little.

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"Enter."

"Zhiya" the door opened. Zheng Qing leaned against the door frame and held his arms. "I'm hungry."

Lifting her eyes, she suddenly widened her eyes.

"Darling, what ugly clothes are you wearing?"

Zheng Qingbo walked in and looked at the clothes on the mirror, and turned his mouth in disgust.

"It's so ugly. It seals your beauty."

The Ziyi was originally dark brown, almost white after washing, and the quality of coarse cloth is very good. On this Ziyi, you can see a strong sense of age. Even after thousands of tempering, you still stubbornly keep your true color and follow its owner's virtue.

The Ziyi is very broad, simple in cutting and without any waist. It highlights the girl's thin body and reflects the skin as white jade. In the dark room, it is like a jade shining, emitting a warm and soft luster.

Half long hair was wet and scattered on the shoulders, growing tenaciously and desperately one by one.

Zheng Qing was stunned.

Wearing a white dress, she is a fairy who accidentally enters the world. Wearing black clothes, she is a mysterious and cold messenger. Wearing a washed white Ziyi, she is a practitioner who has washed all the lead and sails.

Zheng Qing saw purity in her, a simple and serious purity.

The vanity of fame and wealth pursued by the world is just a thing of the past for her, and she never cares.

Zheng Qing suddenly grabbed her hand and asked seriously, "what can keep you?"

Zheng Qing suddenly had an intuition that she could not stay in this world one day.

The bright mirror raises its eyes. The black and white eyes are gentle and deep, like the vast starry sky and the eternal mysterious universe.

Zheng Qing is a little upset. She never knows what Mingjing likes to eat, play, do, or who she likes?

Without any fetters and nostalgia, she will always be with this deep mountain ancient Buddha.

She said, "ah Qing, you know me after all."

A Qing has represented a lot.

Zheng Qing shed tears in her eyes.

"You finally admit it."

She bent down and hugged the mirror like a lost treasure.

"You said we were going to tielishi snow mountain, where there is snow that does not melt all year round, Walden lake, Thoreau's seclusion, and Iceland to see the aurora... We have so much to do. How can you leave me alone?"

Under the eaves, raindrops fell on the bluestone slab.

The wind and rain roared.

The mirror looked out of the window and his eyes gradually sank.

"I missed my appointment."

"No, it's not too late. You still have a lifetime." The stubborn tone is like a spoiled child.

The mirror sighed, "you're wet. Wipe your body. I'll burn hot water."

The mirror got up and left.

Zheng Qing tut said, "every time you escape at this time, there will always be a day when you can't escape."

Bo YuXun was stunned when he saw the mirror at the door of the kitchen.

"You..."

The mirror at this time gives him a strong sense of distance.

That simple Ziyi also took away her aura, her honor, her reputation and status.

At the moment, standing in front of him was only a monk reciting scriptures and meditating in an ancient nunnery in the deep mountains.

No desire, no desire, no sorrow, no joy.

"Doctor Bo, please." Mingjing brought buckets of hot water into the room and poured it into a large wooden bucket.

Find a Ziyi for Zheng Qing.

"Your figure is similar to that of elder martial sister. Wear elder martial sister's clothes first and make do with it."

Zheng Qingtou shook his head into a rattle. "I don't wear nun clothes."

The bright mirror glanced at her faintly.

Zheng Qing took it over with a stiff head and looked up and down at her clothes. Her eyes were full of disgust.

Zi clothes clip cotton in winter, don't mention how ugly it is.

She hates diaphragms when she wipes her feet.

How could her delicate skin withstand such devastation.

The mirror closes the door and leaves.

Qu Feitai sat on the steps under the eaves, and his back was a little lonely in the rain.

Hearing footsteps, Qu Feitai subconsciously turned his head.

The dark pupil shrank suddenly.

It turned out that this was the mirror before I knew him.

"The conditions in the mountains are poor. There is no way to take a hot bath in time. When ah Qing is finished, you can take a bath again, can you?"

Qu Feitai pursed his lips: "of course."

Mingjing sat down beside him, stretched out his hand, and the raindrops fell on the palm of his hand to feel the coolness of that moment.

"Without network and signal, will you feel very bored?"

Qu Feitai looked at her side face, and his eyes seemed to jump with stars.

"What about you? Won't you feel bored?"

Mingjing shook his head: "I like the blue sky, the mountain fog in the morning, always with sweet fresh air. No scenery in the world can compare with it."

Tielishi snow mountain, Walden lake, the aurora of Iceland, and the most beautiful scenery are not as good as the half inch sky in the nunnery.

Qu Feitai looked at her and said, "this is a paradise in my heart. If I can, I want to live here all the time."

Blow the wind she has blown, look at the moon she has seen, and walk the way she has walked.

Every inch of land here has traces of her stepping on it. It's not boring at all.

Zheng qingla opened the door and came out. "Mingjing, this dress is too ugly..."

Seeing Qu Feitai, Zheng Qing picked her eyebrows and immediately turned her tone: "ah, it's very good. At least it's your clothes. Well, it's really fragrant."

Zheng Qing deliberately smelled his clothes and looked ambiguous.

Qu Feitai's eyes are sinking, dead hooligans

Mingjing shook his head helplessly, "well, you need to say less."

Zheng Qing deliberately swayed around in front of the flying platform. "It's a little ugly, but it's warm. Make do with it."

"Ah, Xiaofei, I think your clothes are wet. What should I do? What are you going to wear later? Won't you catch a cold?"

Mingjing thought for a while, turned and walked into the room and took out a Ziyi with cotton.

"This is the last one. You can make do with it."

Qu Feitai took over and gave her a deep look: "thank you."

After Qu Feitai left, Zheng Qing grabbed the mirror and said, "what are you doing? He's a man. How can you give him your clothes?"

Mingjing smiled and shook his head: "if clothes lose the value of keeping out the cold, what is the significance of its existence?"

"That's not what I mean. Anyway, you just helped the boy's flame."

Zheng Qing's eyes turned and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "that's good."

Or what? She didn't say what happened next.

I can't keep you. Someone can keep you.

Mingjing picked up an umbrella on one side and went into the rain: "I dug some wild yams in the mountains. Let's wash them, steam them and wrap them around our stomach."

Behind him came Zheng Qing's exaggerated Scream: "what? You let me eat wild sweet potatoes? Are you kidding?"

Zheng Qing, squatting by the water well to wash sweet potatoes, wants to run away.

Think of her famous ghost face qingluan and Tangtang qingzong, who controls the lifeblood of the future entertainment industry, squatting in the old temple in the mountains to wash sweet potatoes. It's really a declining world and a bad heart!

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There is no old musty smell on the clothes, only a faint fragrance of herbs, mixed with a little bitterness.

It's a little narrow. The hem is only up to the knee, but it can keep out the cold.

Qu Feitai touched the rough cloth, which was hard and cold, like the unexplained wind in the mountain.

Close to the body, cold and heat, ice and fire, destroy the withered and decadent, and bring down mountains and seas.

He thought that he must be ugly at the moment, but it was the closest time to her.

Stop.

Qu Feitai closed his eyes and threw away his thoughts.

The mirror treats him with trust. How can he blaspheme and despise her.

Never.

Mingjing roasted yams and boiled a pot of exorcism soup.

Zheng Qing vowed that this was the worst meal she had ever eaten in her life, but she ate it with relish.

Yams are very sweet and fragrant. They are more delicious than honey potatoes sold outside. Zheng Qing ate seven or eight at one go until he hiccupped and drank the cold expelling soup quickly.

Then Qu Feitai came in.

"Poof" all the cold expelling soup in Zheng Qing's mouth gushed out.

She rubbed her stomach and couldn't stand up laughing.

Touch your mobile phone everywhere. No, you must take pictures. It is definitely the biggest black history of qufeitai in this life.

Li Ling and Bo YuXun were stunned subconsciously. They looked at Zheng Qing and Qu Feitai.

This... Is obviously the same clothes, how the effect is completely different.

Zheng Qing's skeleton is slim, and his Ziyi is almost as effective as a mirror. At this time, Li Ling found that this man is too feminine. Although his speech and behavior have been leaning in the direction of men, he still can't hide the feminine spirit in his bones.

But Qu Feitai, this is completely tall and powerful. The chest muscles are almost bursting with clothes. The picture is really a little happy.

"Qu Feitai, if you show it to your fans, will you become your black powder in an instant?" Zheng Qing shook his mobile phone and said with some schadenfreude.

Qu Feitai glanced at her and said, "Qing is always happy."

Yo, this guy is beginning to have a heart.

Children can teach.

Mingjing pulled out some charred yams from the fire and put a bowl of soup in front of him.

"There's nothing in the mountains. Make do with it."

Qu Feitai sat down on the stool and exposed a thigh in an instant. Leg hair curled up after being roasted by fire. Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing again.

Several people formed a circle around the fire pile, listening to the sound of the rain outside, eating sweet yams and chatting. The atmosphere was warm and quiet.

Zheng Qing's eyes turned and his eyes fell on Bo YuXun: "it's very boring. Why don't we play games?"

Li Ling was a little interested: "how to play?"

When Zheng Qing's wrists turned, a dagger appeared in her palm. With the palm as the turntable and the dagger as the pointer, the dagger spun rapidly in the palm.

"The most important quality of a person is honesty and boldness. All of you here today are leading figures in all walks of life, including me, of course." Zheng Qing doesn't forget to blow himself.

"Today, taking advantage of this opportunity, I'll try everyone's quality. Whoever points to the tip of the knife should choose honesty or boldness. First say the rules. Don't lie. A liar will be poor and lonely all his life."

Qu Feitai hummed, "isn't it true, big adventure?" Make such a high sounding speech.

"Of course, it's different. What's the truth and big adventure? We're a challenge to test our quality. As long as you accept the challenge, you're a warrior in your life."

Li Ling praised: "well said, I support it."

Zheng Qing's eyes fell on Bo YuXun, "doctor Bo?"

Bo YuXun nodded: "it sounds very interesting. I'll join."

Zheng Qing looked at the mirror: "my little mirror?"

The mirror breaks open the sweet potato and nods while eating.

Zheng Qing finally looked at Qu Feitai: "our little heavenly king?"

Qu Feitai nodded with a calm face.

Zheng Qing's fingers fell on the dagger and gently stirred it. The dagger quickly rotated in her palm.

Finally, the dagger points to the flying platform.

Qu Feitai was speechless. Zheng Qing must have deliberately targeted him.

"I choose honesty."

Zheng Qing touched his chin: "let me see, who is your favorite person?"

Qu Feitai subconsciously glanced at the mirror, quickly moved away, pursed his lips, and said bluntly, "mirror."

"I like her kindness, her purity and her seriousness. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in the world. I have no reason not to like her."

Zheng Qing whistled, "have vision."

The mirror looks as usual.

Bo YuXun raised his eyebrows and looked at Mingjing and qufeitai with a meaningful smile.

Li Ling tutted: "it's nice to be young."