Fast time travel, but the villain is not a human being

This memory scene is very long. In Feng Changqing's memory, he occasionally went to Yunying Bridge to watch Zhou Zhou practice swordsmanship, and spent most of his time wandering around the capital.

Climbing mountains to watch the sunrise, going to lakes to wait for wind and snow, going to restaurants to listen to music, and squatting on the roadside to watch people quarreling, it can be seen that Feng Changqing's life is very colorful.

Zhou Zixu asked strangely: "The previous two memory scenes were all related to you, why is it different this time?"

Zhou Xiaozhou didn't know either, but he still said: "Maybe these are also things that impressed him deeply."

The memory screen jumps quickly or slowly. One second Feng Changqing might be sitting in the library reading a book, and the next second he would be squatting in front of the blacksmith shop and watching people forging iron.

Until New Year's Eve, the entire capital was brightly lit, and Feng Changqing's constantly jumping memory images stabilized and became slow and long.

The streets on New Year's Eve were very lively at first with people coming and going. There was a team of wandering gods exorcising plague ghosts, and there were adults and children running with the team. But gradually, as the team went away, more and more people came around. The sound of fireworks and firecrackers rang out, and the long street slowly became quiet.

Every household gathered together happily, and almost all restaurants operating on the street were closed. Feng Changqing wore a white crane painted mask and walked slowly down the long street with a bunch of candied haws in his hand.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the surrounding fireworks lights were getting brighter. Feng Changqing walked for a long time, and finally stopped in the middle of the road, looking up at the fireworks blooming in the sky.

Feng Changqing stared at it for a long time.

Zhou Xiaozhou was thinking about Feng Changqing's expression and what he was thinking when he was watching the fireworks.

Zhou Zixu suddenly said: "I heard that Feng Changqing grew up in the Royal Taoist Temple. He has always been with the Heavenly Master when he was young. After he was fifteen years old, he began to travel around. Doesn't he celebrate festivals very much?"

At this moment, Feng Changqing didn't talk to himself, he just stood quietly, as if there was an invisible barrier between him and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers around him.

"drive!"

Accompanied by a female voice, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. From far to near, it seemed very abrupt in the quiet and unquiet long street.

Feng Changqing looked up, and Zhou Zixu also looked up. Zhou Xiaozhou frowned and then remembered what would happen next.

Zhou Zixu said in surprise: "It's you? Why are you here at this time?"

It was Zhou Zhou who came on horseback.

In Feng Changqing's sight, Zhou Zhou came quickly, but also seemed to be slowed down. The white horse was running, the red cloak was flying, and the long skirt was billowing under the cloak. It was white like snow, pink like the faint sunset on the horizon, layer upon layer. Stacked, like crabapples in full bloom on the branches.

Like a crabapple, a branch of crabapple brought by the wind.

Feng Changqing stood there without moving, Zhou Zhou passed by him, he raised his head, and from the veil of the hat lifted by the wind, he saw Zhou Zhou looking over with his eyes lowered, looking a little surprised.

This encounter passed by in a flash, but the white horse did not stop and continued to move forward.

Feng Changqing was still standing there. He raised his hand and touched the mask on his face, pursed his lips and muttered: "Why are you still outside at this time? Could it be that she is not celebrating New Year's Eve?"

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away. Feng Changqing looked back at the departing figure, took a bite of the candied haws in his hand, and said vaguely: "No, she seems to have a family, maybe she is rushing back."

Zhou Zixu pinched Zhou Xiaozhou's fingers: "At this time, he doesn't know your name and family background, right?"

Zhou Xiaozhou nodded: "I probably don't know."

Zhou Zixu looked at Feng Changqing who was eating candied haws, and said in a complicated tone: "He doesn't even know who you are, but he's already attracted to you."

Zhou Xiaozhou didn't notice it: "Is there any?"

Zhou Zixu sighed: "Don't you think that you in his eyes, with their own filters, look particularly good?"