Chapter 2655: light rain of the times

   Chapter 2655 Light Rain of the Times
   They seem to be saying something.
   He was talking, and she was listening, she became fascinated, and then she became surprised.
   Her expression went from surprised to bewildered, but soon there was a smile.
   This is probably the reason why many people like to melt icebergs, because a person who never smiles, when she suddenly smiles, is so thrilling.
  In the spring, the snow is white, and the scenery is infinite.
   For a while, he seemed to have been immersed in this beautiful scenery... and she, in the end, restrained, as if a dragonfly touched the water, and it stopped.
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   This ritual will continue until dawn.
  Before the battle, there will be another ceremony, which is a tradition of the Houyi tribe. In order to see off the warriors who go out to battle, almost all the fallen witch people will appear, big and small, and it will be another grand occasion.
Song Jiaoxi said that she could not miss such a scene no matter what... If she missed it, it would be an irreparable loss to the study of Wu culture. After all, in history, it is impossible for the second duel between Chiyou and Houyi to occur. .
In the middle of the ceremony, the witch concubine Chang'e left the stage. She was going to take a bath, wash herself, and make other preparations for the battle after dawn. The prayer ceremony in the second half will be performed by another wizard from the Houyi Department. .
  Originally, the entire prayer ritual should be done by a wizard, but the witch concubine praying for victory for the man she loves will be more romantic and exciting.
   "I heard that it will be done once before the war, is it true?"
   But Song Jiaxi's strange thirst for knowledge suffered a miserable Waterloo here in Xiaoluo SIR.
   "That kind of thing should only be about mood?"
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   It is very boring to stand and shoot all the time. Shooting is just for work and not for fun. Even a full-time landscape and animal photographer cannot keep looking at the camera.
  Song Teacher took out a large piece of floral cloth and spread it directly on the ground. In her luggage, she also had some camping props, a small tent, a foldable stove, and so on.
  As a research scholar, this teacher does not lack experience in fieldwork... She is very skillful in playing with this set of simple cooking tools in front of Xiaoluo SIR - starting from grinding coffee beans.
   It started to fall into the night, and then put on a small blanket to prevent the cold. The two of them each held a warm cup. They did not speak, but silently watched the sacrifice ceremony of the witch people in front of them and listened to their chanting.
for a long time.
   "Although I'm not like you, I can hear the voice of the era." She suddenly said quietly: "But to me, this is the voice of this era."
"Why did you consider becoming an ethnologist in the first place?" Xiaoluo SIR asked curiously: "Based on your achievements in the study of exercises, there should be more room for development... A person who can even modify the exercises handed down by Tianzun. Man, the major leagues shouldn't take it lightly."
"Doing research on exercises is just to get funding and to carry out ethnological research... As for the modification of Tianzun's exercises you said is too much, I'm just trying to add some possibilities." Song Jiaoxi shook his head slightly: " In fact, most of them failed. Before I got the funds, I ate steamed buns for three years, lived in the basement, and went to the restaurant to wash dishes at night. I even considered whether to be a dancer or not, because I did Dancers are the quickest to get money."
   Doing academic research is too hard, so hard that many people can’t finish this road, and they disappear as they walk.
   "It's good not to give up." He whispered.
   Song Jiaoxi blinked and said, "How do you know that I haven't thought about giving up... Your question is not good, usually you should ask me [Have you thought about giving up] or something."
   "Because you are already here." Xiaoluo SIR smiled slightly: "Wouldn't it be very intentional to ask that kind of question again?"
   "The other question is also an intentional one." Song Jiaoxi disagreed.
   She was always able to talk about the topic easily - in that calm and natural tone.
As she said, if you only get close because of her beauty, you won't get anything from her except her beauty - and in fact, her beauty, even can only See the one that doesn't work.
   So she is used to telling the truth, not hurting others...and hurting people with ulterior motives.
   Xiaoluo SIR sniffed the aroma of the coffee, "But you still didn't tell me why you want to be an ethnologist."
Song Jiaoxi thought for a while and said, "Most of people's aspirations are related to their childhood experiences, and I am no exception. The adoptive father who adopted me in the past was an ethnologist himself... He was nurtured since childhood, nothing particularly thrilling. reason."
   "Foster father?"
"When I was twelve years old, my adoptive father disappeared." Song Jiaoxi said casually: "There is no message, only a table of research materials. He often goes out for a long time. At first he didn't care, but When you react, people really disappear."
   "Didn't you look for it?"
   "I'm looking for it now."
  Xiao Luo SIR thought for a while and said, "Do you suspect that your adoptive father may have disappeared because of exploring a certain ruins?"
   Teacher Song showed a smile for the second time today, very shallow, "I have to say, you have a quick mind as a law enforcement officer."
   "Have you found a clue?"
Song Jiaoxi shook his head: "I once thought that he might really disappear in a certain ruin... I think, if that's the case, maybe he once left some traces in a certain era. It's just that this world is far more than I imagined. It's huge, maybe I won't be able to find it in my lifetime."
   "You are young and have a lot of time."
"Time is not enough when you need to use it." Song Jiaoxi shook his head and said, "It is good to have hope, but it is also good to recognize the reality. When it is time to give up, I will also give up. Yes. The disappearance of my adoptive father is a shadow of childhood, and I can't keep myself trapped in this shadow without trying to accept the life that truly belongs to me."
   "What does your ideal life look like?" he asked suddenly.
Song Jiaoxi said: "It's hard to say exactly how, strictly speaking, it is a question that needs to be looked back at the end of life to find the answer. Because you don't know, whether your future life is what you want in the end. Appearance... Maybe, everyone is living the way they once hated. What about you, do you have a vague answer?"
   "To be fair?" Xiao Luo SIR couldn't help but smile.
   "Be fair." Song Jiaoxi said very seriously: "I'm not used to always answering."
   Xiaoluo SIR said: "Miss Song is stronger than expected."
   "Answer the question." Song Jiaoxi is very strong now.
  Xiaoluo SIR thought for a while, suddenly looked at the night sky, and murmured: "If there are meteors now, I don't have to answer such difficult questions."
  Teacher Song opened his mouth slightly in surprise, shook his head and said, "Do you want to answer or not?"
   An arc-shaped light suddenly cut through the night sky, captured by the camera and captured by the eyes.
   "Look, there is a meteor." Xiao Luo SIR smiled and said softly: "Make a wish."
  Song Jiaoxi was stunned, his thoughts were messy and he subconsciously said: "I don't know such a baseless claim..."
   "Don't waste this rain."
  In the time of the Wu tribe, in the night sky of Houyi, there was a meteor shower tonight.
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   "Daxing, Daxing! This is an omen of victory!"
   "Ancestral Mountain God, this is the senior's response!"
   "Victory! Victory! Victory! Victory!"
   The witch people stood up and shouted at this time, and their voices shook.
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  This is a scene, the light and rain in the night sky, the vision of heaven and earth, always make people's minds rippling.
   "Look, Young Master Li, there is a meteor shower!"
   "Yeah, let's make a wish, Miss Bing Ning."
   He was always romantic...so romantic.
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   "Daxian, there's a meteor shower!" Kobayashi SIR jumped on top of a big tree in excitement, watching the light and rain flickering, his eyes blurred, "Come up quickly! It's shocking!"
  I saw Tantai Daxian, who had already eaten it, frowning at this time, and the fingers of his left hand pinched like a flower, "Meteor falls, how many are demon stars, and how many are exiles... Huh, how many people will die?"
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   I don't know if she made a wish, but I only know that she silently watched the splendor and loneliness of this era of light and rain.
  The last shimmer disappeared, and the night sky in the Wuzu era was still brilliant.
   Coincidence?
   This is a very irresponsible and lazy idea... She looked at him beside her and saw him by her side, like a friend who had known each other for many years and could talk about everything.
   She suddenly didn't want to solve this doubt.
   - If you don't have a fiancée, would you consider pursuing me?
When I answer your question, whether I consider it or not, it will also show that my heart has become disloyal to the person I already love... This kind of me will make you feel that I am qualified to pursue you.
   "I have a wish."
   "It won't work if you say it."
   Teacher Song suddenly made a move.
  I saw that she picked up the camera, clicked, and left him here at this time.
   Xiaoluo SIR frowned slightly... A certain film inside the camera was quietly decomposing - he shouldn't be kept.
   "You don't like being photographed?" Song Jiaoxi clearly caught his micro-expression.
   Xiaoluo SIR shook his head and said, "It's just, it's a little sudden...why did you shoot me."
Song Jiaoxi chuckled lightly for the third time: "We are in the era of the Wu clan, watching the unique sacrificial ceremonies of the Wu clan era, drinking coffee and chatting, and witnessing a meteor shower... Isn't it recorded? Is it worth it?"
   "Just send me one." Xiaoluo SIR said softly.
   The disassembled handbook quietly restored its original appearance once again.
  Song Jiao Xi said casually: "Don't worry, I will make a copy of the research materials about the ruins for you. After I organize them into a book and publish it, there will also be written by your alliance people."
  Xiaoluo SIR joked: "Is it considered that I am hugging the thigh of the Union University scholar Song Jiaoxi."
   Song Jiaoxi blinked his eyes suddenly, "Then do you want me to put on black stockings for you to hug, men like this, right?"
  Although it is a natural stone, but it is actually... easy to understand?
   But who is Xiaoluo SIR? He is a mature man who has experienced the development of the maid... I saw that he did not speak, and looked at the tall woman in front of him with admiration.
   does not have aggressive eyes, but has far greater power than aggressive eyes.
   "Water, water is gone, I'll add some..."
  Song teacher hurriedly lowered his head... The kettle was indeed boiled dry, that's no problem.
   "So you guys are here!"
  Suddenly, a light and shadow came hurriedly—Tianfei, Yinglong.
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   "Heaven Braves, Sky Braves, why did you come here! I went to the cliff hut to find you!"
  Yinglong, the concubine Yinglong with a girly attitude, has a bit of a naive character.
   At this time, the young girl Yinglong picked up the coffee pot and smelled it, "What is this, it smells so good!"
   Yinglong, a girl with a habit of eating indiscriminately, licked it directly, and then stuck out her tongue, "It's so bitter... It's worse than the snake grass water of the Heavenly Brave... Vomit!!"
   "I need to add something." Xiao Luo SIR couldn't help smiling, and added some milk and sugar.
   "Oh... this is much better, it's okay." The girl Yinglong nodded, but quickly put it down, obviously not very interested, "Heavenly brave, empty brave, someone wants to see you!"
   "Who is it?" Song Jiaoxi couldn't help frowning... During the time when Xiaoluo SIR suddenly left, Yinglong disappeared, and she was the only one doing research seriously!
   "Xuanyuan!" The young girl Yinglong said in a serious tone at this time: "He's here... and already knows about the five-star hero. He is very interested in meeting you."
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  The entire Houyi Department is basically vacant, because the witch people are all gathered to perform the ritual of prayer... There are three figures, almost without obstruction, and they have already entered the Houyi Department.
   Lao Jiang, Peng Peng... and Li (詩) greedy (especially).
  Lao Jiang is looking at the excited Li Tan with an incomparable headache at the moment... The boss said that if he wants to meet his beloved woman Chang'e, let him think of a way.
  You are the Lord of Jiuli, just call in directly!
  What do you just want to take a look at quietly, and then look for Houyi's bad luck... The dignified Lord of Jiuli, here is delicate and tender?
  Can you believe it?
   "Brother, where do you think Chang'e will be?"
   "How do I know..." Lao Jiang suddenly pursed his mouth, and saw that Li Tan had already squeezed his fist as big as a casserole, "Maybe... Maybe in a higher place? My sister-in-law likes cold and high places!"
   "Okay, then go there and have a look." Li Kui pointed to a high cliff in the river valley, "If it's not there, I'll impose family law on you! Our brothers don't lie to our brothers!"
   "Wait...Wait a minute." Lao Jiang shuddered suddenly, and then his figure flashed out.
  I saw the girl who was already carrying the flower basket, walking quickly along the plank road at night... The girl was instantly swept up by a whirlwind.
  Whirlwind returned to Pengpeng and Li Tan.
I saw the girl's expression of horror at this time, and she was about to scream... Lao Jiang covered the girl's mouth and lowered his voice: "Listen, if you don't want to die, just be obedient, otherwise I killed you and your whole family!"
  The girl nodded in fear, her whole body trembling.
  Lao Jiang said directly at this time: "Tell me, where is Chang'e now!"
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  PS: Get up early tomorrow, today is not the same as usual... sorry.
   (end of this chapter)