In an ancient nursery rhyme that is widely circulated in Wangquezhou, it is mentioned that in an era so long ago that even the two emperors Xuancang seemed far away, there was a Moon Palace above the Nine Heavens. Inside the Moon Palace there was a glazed well. The bright light of the bright moon was all its well water. Wherever the moonlight reached, the well water was clearly visible. And every moonlit night on earth, there would always be curious fairies in colorful clothes who would peek into the mundane affairs and the joys and sorrows of the world in the well.

At this moment, if the Moon Palace in the nursery rhyme is still there, and the fairy who is infatuated with the mortal world is still there, then the person in the moon only needs to take a quick glance here to see a beautiful woman and a secular person in a small window.

The beautiful woman with bright eyes and charming features drooped her eyelids slightly, while the man with handsome eyebrows lowered his head and remained silent.

The moonlight was like water, the night was quiet, and there were two people standing in front of the window, speechless for a moment.

Su Xiaoxiao stared at Zhao Rong who was busy with his work with his head down, narrowed her fox eyes, and said softly: "Can we just be good friends now? Don't treat me like a little girl, I'm not little..."

Zhao Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly swallowed his food, and nodded, "Okay! It's a deal!"

Su Xiaoxiao saw Zhao Rong's embarrassed look and smiled faintly.

Come to think of it, this seemed to be the first time she had taken the initiative in front of him. She had always been bullied by him before. It turned out that this bad guy also had moments of fear.

The little fox demon bit her pink lips lightly, and suddenly she learned how to manipulate a man's mentality. After all, she was a fox girl, and even if she had no experience in love, she had a natural racial talent in this area.

In fact, she was not very clear why she cared so much about the difference between the two of them, the difference between friends and relatives. There was only some vague feeling in her heart telling her that she must choose the former.

Since she was a child, she had always listened to her great-grandmother who had gone to Duyou City, and never paid any attention to any man who approached her. Over the years, she had only taken the initiative to get close to two scholars.

One was the handsome scholar who went to Beijing to take the imperial examination and stayed overnight at Poguan Temple. However, at that time, she took the initiative to show up with the frivolous idea of ​​a romantic encounter, but before she could even open her mouth, she scared the other party so much that he ran away.

The other was the scholar in front of her, who was just ordinary in the eyes of the fox tribe. Although when they first met in the bookstore, she felt that he was just like other men who couldn't control their eyes, and his eyes made her hate him. Later on the boat, she felt that he was a bad guy with bad intentions who took the initiative to provoke her, so she avoided him and didn't want to have any intersection with him.

but.

That day above the sea of ​​clouds, on the deck of the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry, when everyone was watching coldly, enjoying the fun and no one was intervening, under the sword of that great Yuanying realm cultivator who still made her feel terrified when she thought about it now and gave her nightmares, it was him - and only him - who slowly walked out of the crowd, his steps staggering because of the left and right swaying of the ferry and the pressure of the breath of the terrifying sword cultivator in the air, but he still stood in front of her without changing his direction and unwavering.

She knelt on the ground with her head tilted up, a few tears still shining on her cheeks, staring blankly at the thin and trembling back in front of her. His right hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, his fingertips were white, but his mortal waist was still straight. She knew that she would most likely still die, but having a stupid scholar with no cultivation buried with her only bought her a moment of rest. She felt very guilty, but also very happy. She knew she shouldn't be happy, but she couldn't help it.

The frail back in front of her was like a ray of warm sunshine at noon on Qiantang Mountain, shattering the last trace of despair in her heart, and it was also like a thick high wall that blocked the tide of indifference that was coming from all directions.

Wasn't it because she was the only person in the world who loved me and treated me well that I secretly ran out to find my great-grandmother?

I like to read novels about talented men and beautiful women, and I took the initiative to break out of the temple in the middle of the night to "accidentally" meet a scholar. Isn't it because I want to meet a reliable man and exchange his heart for his?

They all just want to be cared about.

After being rescued by him on the ferry, she had no intention of marrying him, because to her, the love that she had never experienced before should be a very solemn and serious thing, not something to be given to others casually as a gift of gratitude.

How can you expect others to cherish something if you don’t cherish it yourself?

After getting off the boat, she "secretly" followed Zhao Rong, firstly to try her best to repay his kindness, and secondly because she was a directionally challenged person and had no idea the way to Duyou City.

Even though she had followed him all the way and suffered from the bullying of this bad guy, she didn't feel that bad. At most, she would hate him a little when she was bullied, but she would soon calm down. Even if he didn't come to coax her, she would mutter about the stinky Zhao Rong after a while and slowly forgive him in her heart.

Because she knew that the bad guy in front of her was probably one of the only two people in this world who cared about her.

She had thought that she and Zhao Rong would be like good friends, playing and joking all the way to Duyou City. However, for some reason, after mistakenly thinking that he and the man named Lin Wenruo had a special relationship that went beyond friendship a few days ago, she suddenly felt a sense of loss as if someone had taken away her loved ones, and some inexplicable strange feeling. She suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do. She subconsciously hid herself and said words of blessing them happily on the surface.

This was the first time she had hidden her emotions. In the past, her facial expression was an accurate barometer of her mood. She would smile when she was happy and cry when she was wronged. She didn't need to hide anything. This feeling of wearing a mask was very uncomfortable.

Although the misunderstanding was resolved later, she still felt a little scared. She told herself that it was because she didn't want to lose a good friend. If the other person had someone he liked, he would no longer care about her as before.

So she hurried to pick fruits for her good friend, learned how to make osmanthus cake for him, and caught fireflies in the flower forest, wanting to please him. But she didn't expect that tonight, in the dark room, after hearing him say that he had always treated her as his sister, that strange feeling and empty feeling came over her heart again.

You stinky Zhao Rong, we agreed to be good friends playing together, why do you always do all these weird things to me, it really makes me worry, can't you be as obedient as me? Treat good friends wholeheartedly...

Zhao Rong didn't expect that the little fox demon under the moonlight had so many thoughts. Seeing her staring at his face without saying anything, Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and waved in front of her eyes. Seeing that she didn't respond, he muttered to himself and covered her white forehead with his hand again.

"You, what are you doing?" a voice asked weakly.

Zhao Rong took his hand back and looked at her resentful eyes. He did not feel embarrassed and said confidently, "Why are you being silly again? I have told you so many times that you, a little girl, should not look at my face too much. You will not be able to bear it."

Su Xiaoxiao did not respond. She raised her hands, put them together, and stretched them towards the window. The moonlight was like water, and she seemed to be holding a handful of moonlight, tilting her head to look at it carefully.

"Zhao Rong, did you miss any important people or important things?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the moonlight in her hand, raised his head to look at the bright moon, squinted his eyes, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Yes."

Su Xiaoxiao looked up curiously.

"It was a long, long time ago. At that time, I went hiking with a few classmates, um, classmates. Halfway through the hike, she suddenly squatted on the ground, held my hand, and said she was tired and wanted me to carry her. I thought she was joking because we were just friends who loved to quarrel and play. So I held her hand and asked her to get up quickly, but she just wouldn't get up. She looked up at me hopefully. I was a little confused at the time, but I was still young and had no idea what to do in this situation. The classmates around me were all watching..."

"What happened next?" she asked.

"What happened next? What happened next... I ran away, leaving her behind, and ran down the mountain recklessly."

"And then?" She bit her lip.

"And then? There was no then. She transferred to another school."

"If you were given another chance, would you squat down and carry her on your back?" She stared at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and looked up at the bright moon, "No."

"Why."

"I couldn't give her any promises at that time."

Su Xiaoxiao whispered: "Zhao Rong, you are such a bastard."

Zhao Rong was stunned, retracted his gaze, lowered his head to look at the little fox demon bathed in moonlight, tilted his head and rested his face on the back of one hand, gazing at him calmly.

The woman before me has eyes like horizontal waves, a breath like Xiang smoke, a face like white jade, she is like the moon, and the moon is like the person.