Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 161
Master, what you said is correct.

Ying Baoyue stared at the face of the young man in front of him and said to himself, there is indeed a little resemblance.

only a little bit.

Ji Qingyuan.

His eyes are very similar to those of his master.

However, looking at the silhouette of the man and another face in her memory that almost overlapped, if it wasn't for the shoulder and sword wound, Ying Baoyue really wanted to help her forehead.

Master's banter from back then lingered in her ears again.

Elsewhere...mostly...

It was Jimo who looked like him.

And looking at another young man not far away who was far more handsome than Ji Mo, Ying Baoyue had reason to believe that Ji Qingyuan was probably the son who most resembled Ji Mo.

Ji Jiashu is not quite like his father.

What an irony.

The son who can become his heir is not like him, but the son who wants to ignore desperately is the person who is most like him.

Ying Baoyue looked at the man under the horse with a complicated expression. If it weren't for those eyes, she would almost have the urge to draw her sword again.

In the past ten years, there has been a big gap between the appearance of the man in front of her and the boy in her memory.

Or he became more like Jimo.

She was 17 years old when she saw Ji Qingyuan for the last time in her memory, and Ji Qingyuan was 11 years old.There was a six-year age difference between them in their last life.

Seeing the man narrowing his eyes stiffly, as if trying to find the only trace left in time, Ying Baoyue was slightly relieved.

Ji Qingyuan was the first old friend she met in a real sense.

Oh, the previous one in the frozen lake doesn't count, it's the old god.

Teng Snake's divinity and sensitivity to her breath can make her recognize herself immediately, but it is impossible for Ji Qingyuan.

Because this skin is very different from her previous life, as for the eyes that are easily exposed, when Ying Baoyue looked in the mirror, she found that the eyes in her memory were also somewhat different from hers now.

But that's not the problem with this body.

Ying Baoyue vaguely felt that her expression seemed to have changed before she was 17 and before she died.

Of course she didn't know what caused it.

In short, she has changed so much, and the child's memory is not long-lasting, Ying Baoyue feels that Ji Qingyuan is unlikely to recognize her.

But at this moment, she was still a little surprised when she saw the young man standing there motionless.

Probably not...

But before she could think about how to deal with this reunion, when she saw the girl walking out from behind Ji Qingyuan, Ying Baoyue froze the next moment.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The veiled girl shook Ji Qingyuan's shoulders, and Ji Qingyuan came back to look at her and called out, "An Ge. I'm fine."

An songs.

An songs.

The woman's voice rang in Ying Baoyue's ears.

"I finally gave birth to a daughter. This time I named her An Ge."

"Although he is only three years old, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to mine."

"I'll show you when she turns seven."

Because the children of high-level practitioners are born with high spirituality, there is a saying that their foundation is unstable before the age of seven, and they are easy to disappear. Generally, they cannot leave their hometown and the magic circle set up by their parents before the age of seven.

In order to ensure the safety of the two children, Da Si ordered Lin Shubai to leave them with their father in the Southern Chu State Teacher's Mansion.

In her previous life, her excessive talent seemed to have an impact on the awakening of a natural practitioner. After an incident between her and the Nanchu National Teacher's Mansion, Ji Mo forbade her to meet her children before she was seven years old.

Ying Baoyue has been looking forward to meeting Ji Ange.

However, she couldn't wait for An Ge to grow up to be seven years old.

……

……

Looking at the girl who was walking towards his sister in a daze step by step, Ji Qingyuan suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

It was like a dream he had last night.

He is 20 years old, he is no longer a child, and he seldom dreams anymore.But once Ji Qingyuan dreams, he will definitely dream about his childhood.

Ji Qingyuan looked forward to his birthday the most since childhood.

Ever since he could remember, Ji Qingyuan knew that his background was abnormal.

He is a child with only a father and no mother, and his father will never be like an ordinary father in the country, reprimanding him when he is angry and carrying him on his shoulders when he is happy.

His father would just stare at him with complicated eyes, as if looking at someone through him.

In this weird atmosphere, Ji Qingyuan grew up in a closed courtyard day by day, and after listening to people's whispers, he realized that he actually had an unusual mother far away in the sky.

Later, his mother occasionally came to see him, but she was too busy to come a few times a year, and every time she came, she either left in a hurry or left in the quarrel between his father and his real wife.

In such an environment, Ji Qingyuan learned to be silent and accept.I no longer feel the loneliness of being locked in the yard, nor am I surprised by why.

But only for one day.

It is his birthday.

No one in this mansion would take his birthday seriously, and his younger brother, who was five years younger, would be honored as a little birthday star and surrounded by gifts even if he couldn't even speak.

Ji Qingyuan originally thought that people like himself would not receive birthday gifts.

But since he was five years old, when he woke up on the morning of his birthday, he would always find something beside his pillow.

Then he knew that she had come.

Later, as he grew older, Ji Qingyuan no longer envied his younger brother when he was surrounded by gifts, not only on his birthday, but also during festivals.Because he knew that when he woke up the next morning, there would definitely be a gift for him beside his pillow.

Even the old servant who served him and the guards who blocked the yard didn't know who let him in.

The guard reported to his father in a panic, but only got silence for a while. Looking at himself who was guarding those things tightly, the National Master of Nanchu spoke lightly.

"Let her go, you can't stop her."

Ji Qingyuan knew at that time that he must be a very powerful person.

Slingshot and bone sword, she gave him a lot of things she made in the forest and herself, they didn't look worth much, but they were the treasures of little boys.

It is a treasure that belongs only to him.

But the only thing that made Ji Qingyuan dissatisfied was that that person always came quietly in his sleep.

He hadn't seen her once.

It wasn't until Ji Qingyuan's eighth birthday, three years after he awakened as a practitioner, that he finally learned to control his own power.

When he could control himself not to fall asleep, the little boy carefully designed a plan.Ji Qingyuan pretended to be asleep and counted to three thousand silently in his heart. When the surroundings were completely dead and dark, he finally heard the sound.

To be honest, there was no sound, that person had no breath at all, even if he was 20 years old, he couldn't find a trace of flaws in retrospect. If he hadn't practiced secretly for a whole year to control his breathing and heartbeat, he might have been the one who exposed himself first.

He had never been so tense, nor had he used his natural strength so fully.

But in short, it is Ji Qingyuan's achievement that is worth showing off for a lifetime.

In the middle of the night of that day, in the quiet and deserted room, the little boy lying under the quilt pretending to be asleep, when one hand quietly placed a clay doll beside his pillow, he stretched it out and hid it under the pillow. The hand caught that hand!

The boy lying in the darkness opened his eyes suddenly, and Ji Qingyuan saw the girl's surprised eyes in the moonlight shining through the window.

That day.

He caught the sister of his dreams.

　Santa Claus rollover scene
　　
　
(End of this chapter)