The sun sets in the west.

I know that the sycamore trees on the roadside are still noisy.

Pedestrians passing by were sweating profusely.

The air is still full of hot air.

The evening breeze with a hint of coolness blew in from the alley, lifting the girl's black hair and the pale green skirt under the corner.

The girl held the sword and stood there with a cold face.

She looked at the opposite wall, motionless.

I don't know if I didn't notice the sound of his footsteps approaching, or if I deliberately pretended not to hear him.

Luo Qingzhou stopped in front of her, stared at her beautiful and cold face for a while, and suddenly said: "This girl, I want to ask you about someone."

The girl's dark eyelashes trembled, her eyes still looked at the other side coldly, and she ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou said: "I heard that there is a little girl in the Qin Mansion who is very cute and is a master of swordsmanship. I also heard that she also has a very good-looking and talented uncle. Do you know their names?

?"

The girl's eyes finally looked at him.

Luo Qingzhou met her eyes and said with surprise on his face: "Girl, you are so cute, I think you must be much cuter than that little girl from the Qin family. Do you also have a better-looking and more talented uncle?

"

The girl's eyes were cold and she raised her hand.

Luo Qingzhou subconsciously covered his eyes.

A hint of coldness fell on my cheeks.

The girl's slender fingers gently touched his cheek, as if searching for something.

Luo Qingzhou put down his hand and glanced at her again. Fang raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, touched his face and said, "Sure enough, you also have a good-looking uncle."

After saying that, he took off his black attire, put on a wide Confucian robe, and transformed into a graceful and graceful young man.

"Chanchan, is my uncle good-looking?"

Luo Qingzhou asked.

Xia Chan said nothing and looked at the back of his hand.

Luo Qingzhou raised his hand, touched the crack on his fist and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It will be fine in two days."

Xia Chan stared at the wounds, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Do you need my help?"

Luo Qingzhou was about to say no, but suddenly nodded again: "Yes. Chanchan, you can help me apply some medicine when you go back later, and then help me grind the ink, okay?"

Xia Chan looked up at him, her dark and clear eyes full of coldness: "What I'm talking about is killing people."

Luo Qingzhou met her eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "No need. Chanchan, there are some people that I need to do myself. Those people are too dirty and will dirty your little hands."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, looked at him with her dark and clear eyes, and whispered: "Chanchan, you are not afraid of getting dirty..."

There is wind blowing from the alley.

The girl's hair was flying on her temples, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her pure and fragrant breath filled the air.

That thin body and pretty appearance are like a newly blooming flower, green and moving.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. He raised his hand and wanted to hug her. He hesitated for a moment, then put his hand down and said: "Let's go home. If you are not afraid of getting dirty, just help my uncle to grind ink."

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The sun sets on the horizon and the sky turns red.

The two returned to the mansion and entered the Meixiang Garden one after another.

Qiu'er and Xiaodie, who were wiping dust in the corridor, saw him coming back and were about to speak, but closed their mouths again and looked at the figure behind him.

Qiu'er immediately put down the rag, picked up the basin, said to Xiaodie, and then said: "Uncle, I went with Xiaodie to Sister Xiaotao's place, and will come back later."

Xiaodie hurriedly ran into the kitchen, looked at the food, and then ran out and said, "Sir, the food is hot. You can eat it with Sister Xia Chan."

After saying that, the two little girls immediately packed their things and went out.

Looking at the closed courtyard door, Luo Qingzhou turned around and said: "Chanchan, you see, everyone is afraid of you. When they saw you coming, they all ran away, afraid that you would stab them with your sword. Can you keep smiling in the future?

Stop being so fierce?"

Xia Chan held the sword and looked at him with a cold face: "I only stab bad guys."

Luo Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and said, "Then do you think my uncle is a bad person?"

Xia Chan said coldly: "Yes."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes suddenly turned gloomy: "Chanchan, what's wrong with my uncle? You have to speak with your conscience. When you fell into the water, was it my uncle who jumped in to save you regardless of his own safety? When you got lost on a windy and thunderous night, was it your uncle who...

"

Xia Chan didn't listen to him repeat, went straight up the steps and entered the house.

Luo Qingzhou stopped talking and followed in.

Xia Chan walked to the door of the study room and was about to bend down to take off her shoes. Luo Qingzhou immediately walked up and knelt down and said, "Chanchan, my uncle will help you take them off."

After saying that, he hugged her feet, helped her gently take off her shoes, and took the opportunity to touch her delicate little feet wearing snow-white stockings.

Xia Chan narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists.

Luo Qingzhou quickly helped her take off the other one, stood up and said: "Chanchan, I have something I want to show you later. Come in quickly."

With that said, he pushed the door open for her.

Xia Chan gave him another cold look before entering the room.

Luo Qingzhou secretly wiped his sweat, took off his shoes, walked in, and closed the door.

Xia Chan walked to the window and opened it.

The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is astounding to your nostrils.

The sunset is like a brocade on the horizon, and the last beauty of dusk remains.

Luo Qingzhou took out the dark wooden stick from his storage bag, waved it with a swish, pointed at her back and said: "Chanchan, come and see this stick, it's black and hard."

Xia Chan stood in front of the window, looking at the sunset on the horizon. For a moment, she seemed to be distracted and ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou took a step closer, raised his stick and said, "Chanchan, I'm going to poke you from behind."

After saying that, seeing that she still had no reaction, he moved forward and gently poked her slender waist and hair hanging there.

Xia Chan came back to her senses and turned around to look at him.

Luo Qingzhou shook the dark wooden stick in his hand and said: "Chanchan, when you hit the stick hard, the front will become thicker. It looks like it is made of ordinary wood, but it is obviously not. When you hit the stone hard,

It won't leave any trace. Pull out your sword and try it to see if you can cut it.

Xia Chan lowered her head and took out the sword with a bang.

Before Luo Qingzhou could react, the sword had already landed on his stick, with a clang and fireworks flying everywhere.

"Card!"

There was a breaking sound.

A piece of something fell to the ground.

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, thinking that the wooden stick in his hand had been cut off. When he was in a daze, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. When he looked carefully, what fell on the ground was actually half a sword!

He was startled and looked up.

The girl stood blankly in front of the window, with only half of the sword in her hand left...

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

The room fell into silence.

Deathly silence.

Xia Chan held the remaining half of the sword in her hand. After being stunned for a while, her eye circles began to turn red.

Tears began to flash in her eyes, her mouth flattened slightly, and then she slowly raised her head and looked at him.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched and he was at a loss.

Of course he knew what this sword meant to this girl.

He has known her for so long, and it is rare to see this sword leave her hand. Even when she sleeps, she will hold this sword under the quilt.

To her, this sword is more than just a cold sword.

He is the friend who has always been with her, the relative who has always given her a sense of security, and the most precious thing that will never leave her.

But now, it is broken, broken by the black and ugly stick he got from who knows where...

Seeing the girl's tearful eyes and her flat mouth with aggrieved look, he felt so sad...
To be continued...