The news of Ouyang Rong's arrival was quite loud in the courtyard.

And the sound of his footsteps.

What's more, Xie Lingjiang and Zhao Qingxiu are both middle-grade Qi practitioners, so they can naturally hear clearly.

Ouyang Rong walked into the lobby and saw the embroiderer who was collecting clothes by the clothes drying rack in the courtyard, looking back.

At the Eight Immortals table, the little junior sister's back remained motionless, seeming to be eating noodles with her head down.

There are dark clouds in the sky above the courtyard. Thunderstorms are about to fall, but strong winds have begun, blowing the trees in the courtyard.

"Long Ling——"

It was the sound of the ice-white jade hairpin pendant being blown by the wind.

But Ouyang Rong saw that the hairpin was not on the embroiderer's hair, and a special crisp sound came from the Eight Immortals Table...

Turn around and look.

It was lying quietly next to the little junior sister's noodle bowl, close to the edge of the table. The end of the pendant was hanging in the air, being blown by the wind.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and walked over.

"Ahhh."

Zhao Qingxiu put away her clothes and returned. She seemed to call out "Tan Lang" softly, and pointed at the Eight Immortals Table in the lobby.

Ouyang Rong came to the table in silence and sat down opposite Xie Lingjiang.

Zhao Qingxiu held a few clean Confucian shirts in her arms and returned to the corridor to take shelter from the rain. She did not enter the lobby immediately, but went to the main room to put her clothes first.

Ouyang Rong looked at his junior sister quietly.

The fiery red clothes she loved to wear looked a little dim in the dimly lit lobby.

It's like being wet.

But the fire didn't go out, as she took the bowl and ate the noodles slightly.

This ball of flame seemed to be jumping gently.

It's like burning silently in a fireplace in a warm house, in a windless and rainless environment, reminding others of some memories.

Xie Lingjiang ate his noodles faster without looking at him.

Ouyang Rong recalled for no reason the time when the two met for the first time.

That day was at Sanhuiyuan of Donglin Temple. He was kicked out and he turned his head to look at her against the sunlight. She was a bit dazzling, and her voice was as clear as an oriole, still ringing in his ears:

"And there is an accomplice who looks out? Little thief."

"What a little thief you are. This is my house. You are the little thief who broke into a private house."

"Rake it up? It seems like a habitual offender... This is the place where he recuperates. How could it be your monk's room? Don't fool me."

"Is there such a possibility that I am the resentful senior brother..."

"you?"

"The first sentence of the fifth line on page 18 of the Buddhist scripture "The Theory of Rebirth" in your hand is: 'Recite the name of the Buddha and be reborn in the Pure Land, and achieve Bodhi without fear.' When I read it, I wrote two comments...

"Hello, little junior sister."

"You...you are a little different from the rumors and what my father said. They all say that Ouyang Lianghan is a righteous gentleman, with strong character, upright and upright, and his correct words..."

"You too...it's just that I didn't expect my junior sister to be like this..."

"What is this?"

"So easy to get close to others..."

The memories in his mind came and went like a tide. In the dark lobby, in front of the Eight Immortals table, Ouyang Rong rubbed his face and suddenly said:

"Hello, little junior sister."

Xie Lingjiang paused while eating noodles.

She continued to eat, and after a while she finished cooking the noodles. She gently placed the noodle bowl on the table, neatly bringing her chopsticks together and placing them on the bowl.

Keep your eyes down and your movements meticulous throughout.

Ouyang Rong saw tears on her face.

He stretched out his hand.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly stretched out his hand and held down the ice-white jade hairpin next to him.

Ouyang Rong, however, kept moving, not picking up the hairpin, but picking up her empty noodle bowl, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

After a while, I came back with another bowl of longevity noodles.

"Dang."

A slight sound.

A full bowl of longevity noodles was placed next to Xie Lingjiang's hand. Ouyang Rong also brought back an extra piece of garlic, held it in his hand, and lowered his head to peel the garlic for her.

Xie Lingjiang looked at the courtyard without squinting.

While Ouyang Rong was peeling garlic, he saw from the corner of his eye that the table top of the Eight Immortals Table was half wet, and half a bowl of water was placed on the table.

It was vaguely visible that there were some beautiful handwritings on the damp tabletop, but after they were written, they were all wiped away by people, making it unclear what the two women had exchanged at the table.

At this time, Zhao Qingxiu returned, holding an oil lamp in his hand.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly stood up, walked over, held the lamp for Zhao Qingxiu, and stretched out his hand to help her sit down.

"Ahhh."

Zhao Qingxiu had a grateful face.

Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes and glanced at the oil lamp.

Before Ouyang Rong could see her face clearly with the help of candlelight.

"call out."

Xie Lingjiang extinguished the candle in his hand.

"You can see clearly, no need."

In the dark lobby, she said calmly to the blind Zhao Qingxiu.

Xie Lingjiang helped Zhao Qingxiu to where she was eating noodles, and she sat next to him.

Ever since, Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu were sitting face to face.

Upon seeing this, Ouyang Rong stood up and moved to sit next to him.

He sat down opposite Xie Lingjiang again.

Xie Lingjiang did not look at him, but turned his head to look at the blindfolded girl who was looking around with a slight smile.

The latter dipped his fingers in water and wrote on the still dry tabletop:

[Thank you, sister, are you full?]

"Well, your cooking skills are still so good, but I can't do it. On Aunt Zhen's birthday, I can only give you some tacky gifts and ask someone else to cook."

[Sister Xie is still so beautiful]

"Can't you see why you say I'm beautiful?"

[Although I am blind, I will always remember Sister Xie’s appearance that day. The book says that people with kind hearts are beautiful. Sister Xie has both. I can see, even if I am blind]

Xie Lingjiang looked sideways, was silent for a while, and said:

"Miss Xiu Niang, what's wrong with your eyes? You were fine before you left that day..."

There was a slight vibrato in her voice.

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and smiled brightly.

[An accident was caused by my own carelessness. I don’t blame others. Thank you, sister, for not thinking too much]

Xie Lingjiang stared at her straightly, as if in a daze.

After a while he said:

"Okay, okay."

At this time, Ouyang Rong tried to ask:

"Little Junior Sister, Xiu Niang, have you met before?"

Xie Ling Jiang turned a deaf ear.

Zhao Qingxiu nodded lightly and wrote on the table:

[In the past in Longcheng, when you were injured and unconscious, I met Sister Xie and she took good care of me]

Ouyang Rong was about to ask again, but found that his cuffs had been pulled off.

Looking down, the embroiderer had already retracted her hand.

Xie Lingjiang, who was silent, suddenly felt his sleeves being pulled. He turned around and saw the girl blindfolded with a sky-blue ribbon smiling optimistically, lowering her head and writing new words:
To be continued...