Sang Li was nervous, but he still talked about the owl and Jiang Muyu with great enthusiasm.

Now when she talks to Xiaomian, she always has at least half a meter away, for fear that some messy and red face will appear in her mind.

"Look, is this owl stupid with wide eyes? It's fluffy and very soft. Do you want to touch it?"

Qu Qingmian's lips were pursed tightly. Looking at the happy smiling face, the dark emotions that surged in his heart were crazy, but he couldn't say anything.

Sang Li and Jiang Muyu gradually became familiar with each other.

The owl needs to change medicine every other day. Jiang Muyu is skillful in movement, and the injury medicine she brings on her body is also the best in cure. She will hold the owl and look for him every time.

Xiaomian, who has always been unfavorable to contact people, always has to accompany her. Sang Li is very happy and thought that it would be great if he was willing to make friends with Jiang Muyu.

Qu Qingmian found that the relationship between these two people was no longer as tense as he had seen at first.

She looked angry at the beginning and did not hide her annoyance to the man, as if she had changed overnight.

She no longer just smiled at him, nor spoke to him happily, and now another person will respond enthusiastically to her.

A strong sense of powerlessness arose in Qu Qingmian's heart, as if he was flooded by the surging deep sea, suffocating into the bone marrow.

He was too silent and too boring. Even so many days and nights before, the girls cheered and warmed him tirelessly, and he rarely responded.

What a great girl, she is like climbing the prosperous vines in the sun, dipped in the morning dew, emitting a vibrant atmosphere, and always has endless vitality.

She can naturally attract people as vivid and beautiful as she is.

She deserves it, but he is so jealous that he wants to drive away the man immediately.

Jiang Muyu was re-banding the owl with gauze. The owl flapped its wings in panic. Sang Li fed some small strips of meat, comforted and touched its round and cute head, and suddenly had a whim, "It seems that it will take half a month to get better. Before it is released into the mountains, let's just give it a name."

"Okay," Jiang Muyu responded immediately, "This bird looks very stunned, just call it Ah Da."

Sang Li defended, "Their eyes are big and cute, but they are not visible during the day, so they look a little clumsy."

She said as she went to see the boy standing beside Jingmo, "Xiaomian, please give it a name?"

Qu Qingmian knew that if the person around him would try to change himself at this time, even if he was cold, he would try to cater to him, just to compete for a few more opportunities to talk to her and suppress the person.

But he didn't want to give it to the other party even if he had a chance to take a few more glances.

The boy said nothing, with his slender eyelashes hanging down, and turned around and walked out.

"Xiaomian!"

The footsteps were clattering quickly. As expected, she hurriedly chased after her and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? If you think naming a bird is childish, then we won't take it."

Qu Qingmian's pace has not stopped.

He knew very well that in her heart, the person she had known for a few days was not as important as him.

Jiang Muyu also held the owl in his hand and poked the fluffy and soft feathers on its head with his fingertips, "Ah Dai, your master has left you."

With a slender figure leaning against the door frame, watching two figures walking away, he touched Ah Dai's beak and changed into a sharp tone again, as if an owl could speak, "No, it was your little fairy who left you."

Sang Li followed Xiaomian all the way, not knowing what she had done wrong suddenly, and coaxed her for a few words but it didn't work. She couldn't keep pestering Xiaomian and planned to find an excuse to sneak back to the room, but the person in front suddenly turned around.

Caught off guard, she almost bumped into it.

Sang Li didn't dare to have any physical contact with Xiaomian now, because she was afraid that she would have some shameless dreams, so she quickly took two steps back to hide.

"I don't like him," Qu Qingmian moved forward, pushing the person back against the wall and losing his way out. "Can you not see him?"

He knew this was despicable, but he just wanted to hide her and didn't want her to have too much contact with other men.

Sang Li thought for a while before she realized that Xiaomian said that he didn't like him, who did he mean?

He doesn't like Jiang Muyu?

Sang Li actually doesn't understand it very well. Just like she doesn't understand that when she was in Yaoshui Town, Cuicui was obviously so cute and well-behaved, why did Xiaomian vaguely reveal her dislike for Cuicui.

"Why?" she asked.

After getting to know each other, Sang Li thought Jiang Muyu was pretty good and had a little sympathy for him. After all, he lived in a harsh environment, had no freedom or self, and finally came out and was alone in this small fishing village without knowing the journey. He was too lonely.

But she has nothing to do. Everyone has the same age and is cheerful in their personalities. Wouldn’t it be nice to make friends and play together?

Qu Qingmian listened to her question, and his big eyes that looked up at her head were full of confusion. He felt like he had a sledgehammer in his chest.

She didn't want to stay away from that man.

The boy's eyes were dark and completely cold, making his face look particularly pale, with a bit of pitifulness like a discarded puppy.

Sang Li felt so distressed that she forgot to avoid suspicion. She gently pulled his sleeve and coaxed her warmly, "Xiaomian, I'm not seeing him anymore, okay are you happy?"

Qu Qingmian looked at the girl near her. Her little face had fair and delicate skin, and her skin was broken and she had a little powder. Her eyes were clear and bright. She was so pure that she cared about him.

But he used this concern and made unreasonable requests.

What may be done.

His approach and his actions of invading him would make her uneasy and afraid. He could hold back and be more patient, but he would never tolerate the covetousness of others.

If you cannot be strong, it means you are weak, and you will be able to achieve the desired result.

Jiang Muyu discovered that the little fairy began to avoid him.

Ah Dai has been raising him, and she has never seen him again.

He went to the temple to find her, but he couldn't even see her figure. The young man stood there like a door god, cold and exuded the ultimate danger.

Jiang Muyu was not stupid. He could feel the little fairy caring about the boy, and he didn't think about how to go overestimate his ability.

It is indeed rare to meet a stunning person in life. It is a bit regrettable to give up, but he is not a person who likes to force him.

Jiang Muyu took care of Ah Dai and began to calmly integrate into this fishing village to adapt to such a simple but leisurely life.

He was not stingy, generous, and active in character. He soon got along with the fishermen and learned to catch fish.

Fishing to cultivate one's character. This entertainment is a tacitly accepted by his father Jiang Yuan, but compared with fishing, it is much more interesting. He also went out of the sea twice and experienced the real magnificence of the sea.

For a person living in Kyoto and having a strict schedule when he opens his eyes every day, such natural scenery and wanton life have brought him a joy he has never had before.

Before we knew it, winter came soon.

Sang Li would find something for herself every day during this period. She opened a small vegetable garden and learned a lot of authentic food from the women in the village. Occasionally, she would follow them up the mountain, wild fruit, mushrooms and herbs, and she returned home with a full load every time.

Qu Qingmian was offered to the gods by the fishermen, and most of the time they dare not invite him. As long as there is no strange thing, he may not come to invite him to go to sea once a month. However, on important days, the fishermen will also launch some activities similar to sacrifices.

They go out to sea all year round and rely on the heavens to feed themselves, and they all deeply believe in the gods.

In their eyes, the young man was given to them by the gods, who were incarnated in the mundane world, guarding them.

Therefore, the most indispensable central figure in sacrifice is Qu Qingmian.

Several villages joined forces to prepare in advance, not only setting up an altar, but also decorated the roads, but also found more than 20 embroiderers to sew clothes to wear for Qu Qingmian.

When the clothes were sent, Sang Li was shocked.

Although it is not luxurious fabric, the fine embroidery and complicated decorations on it make her sigh that it was worthy of being made in three days after more than 20 embroidery girls.

There is even a hat with equally amazing details.

This is no longer like a clothes, but a superb work of art. Sang Li couldn't help but imagine the stunning boy wearing it in his mind.

Sang Li held his face and starry eyes, "Xiaomian, tomorrow you will definitely be able to grasp everyone's sight."

She had a treasure she carries, and one day she was excited with dazzling light. She happily pulled the system to show off, "Did you see it? Xiaomian is a god in the hearts of the fishermen, justice and protection."

Xiaomian is so good, then what kind of garbage Taoism is simply maliciously targeting it.

The system responded weakly: "This system believes that the host will definitely succeed, please continue to work hard~"

Sang Li almost doesn't use the system now, and he rarely looks for it. When he heard the electronic sound slightly strange, he asked carefully, "What's wrong with you?"

System: "The energy consumption of nearly half of this system has been consumed, and some functions have been turned off, and the voice is weakened."

Sang Li knew that the energy consumed by the system could not be renewed, but she did not expect that even if it was not used, it would continue to consume energy. Sooner or later, wouldn’t it be consumed and then disappear?

"Can you go into dormant? I still hope you will stay with me for a longer time."

System: "Okay, if the host needs it, it can wake up this system at any time."

drop

With a light sound, the system goes to sleep.

On the day of the sacrifice, five or six people came to sprinkle "holy water" around Qu Qingmian, lowered their heads with great respect and draped them on the complicated robe.

The young man is as handsome as jade, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. His aura is even higher against the backdrop of his clothes, which is quite a bit out of the world.

The eyebrows of Chen Ruoyu, with a slightly elongated end of the tail, were slightly upward, and the eyes as dark as black jade were cold, and a little vermilion fell on the forehead, which was more beautiful than the scene of thousands of flowers.

Sang Li had some expectations, but when he saw him his eyes were still dull for a moment, as if he had really seen the incarnation of the gods mentioned by the fishermen.

This is the most lively time of the year when the fishing village is in full swing, firecrackers are lit up, and the drums are noisy. Everyone comes out and spontaneously arranges the sides.

As the young men surrounded themselves appeared, they knelt down and kowtowed, expressed their surrender to the gods, and prayed for protection.

The sacred platform was built with five sacrifices, rice soup, tea and wine. The young man walked to the high platform, and the cumbersome sacrificial ritual began.

Sang Li also came with the crowded crowd. She originally wanted to see Xiaomian more, but she was not tall and was blocked from behind from a distance. She couldn't see anything even when she stood on tiptoe.

"Miss Sang, I haven't seen you for a long time."
To be continued...