Star Iron, but the amount of animation

Her heart suddenly became faster, then suddenly slowed down, like the beating of a deer, and yet it seemed as if it had found a safe haven.

"......Um."

She answered softly, her tone mixed with lingering surprise and a hint of joy, then left, closing the door gently.

The boy did not try to persuade her to stay, nor did he say anything else.

He simply picked up an aged white porcelain cup on the table nearby, which was small enough to be wrapped in his hands, and groped for it quietly, with his brows lowered.

Suddenly he looked up again and gazed at the starry night outside the window.

"That was close. It almost messed up my mind..."

The figure of the woman in military uniform flashed in his mind, along with her last words.

"Old Deng..."

The boy took a deep breath and talked to himself.

"Is this also part of your calculation?"

............

The next morning.

The two met in the corridor.

"Senior brother."

Rarely, it was Jingliu who spoke first and said hello.

She had a very subtle smile on her face, her complexion was rosy and she looked energetic, obviously having had a very good sleep.

The white dress she wore last night was still on her body. With her white hair, she looked soft and lively in the morning light, as pure and bright as morning dewdrops.

In complete contrast, the boy today had faint dark circles under his eyes, his face looked slightly tired, and his eyes were filled with deep thought and fatigue.

He didn't sleep all night last night.

As expected, the girl noticed the boy's abnormality. She thought about it for a moment and came up with the answer. Jingliu's emotional intelligence was not low at all. How could he not see that his senior brother's insomnia was caused by himself last night?

An emotion that she could not describe gradually fermented in her heart. Her already gentle eyes became even softer. She walked to the boy and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"After breakfast, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

The boy yawned.

"I don't know, it depends on my mood."

He was obviously not in high spirits, and the way he answered made people want to yawn along with him, sounding very listless.

There was no more conversation and it was breakfast time.

There was no one else at home except them. Most of the meals were cooked by Jingliu. Occasionally, the boy would show off his cooking skills when he was in the mood. Then the two of them could only go to the streets to find meals.

It’s not that he can’t do it, but he is unwilling to do it well. He always has some weird and wonderful ideas that can make the kitchen and the dishes a mess.

Especially the composition of his dishes, which always made Jing Liu fall into silence.

Alas, it’s okay not to mention it.

After breakfast, Jingliu washed the dishes.

In the past they would take turns, but in the end Jingliu just took it all on himself because he disliked the boy's clumsiness.

Anyway, she doesn't mind the trouble. In fact, she quite likes doing this kind of thing.

This is also a very good way to relax in between sword practice.

Jing Liu washed the dishes, changed into formal clothes, and was about to report to the Shen Ce Mansion. When he passed by the boy's door, he suddenly stopped and hesitated.

She wanted to say hello, but was afraid of disturbing the boy's sweet dream.

After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't make a decision until a young boy's voice suddenly came from the room.

"If you have something to say, come in and tell me. Don't just stand outside and do nothing."

Jing Liu remained silent, turned the handle and pushed the door open.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I should go to bed after you leave."

He yawned again.

Jing Liu then remembered that she would come to say hello before leaving every morning, and it was natural for the boy to wait for her to say hello before going to bed.

But today, for some reason, she wanted to say a few more words to him.

"Aren't you going to Tianbosi today?"

"Hey, do you remember that little sister from last night? Didn't she say she wanted to come see me this afternoon? I took a day off to accompany her."

"..."

Jing Liu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Volume 1: Chapter 15: Stop, I said stop.

The girl didn't say anything else, just nodded, and then walked out.

How could An Jing not know the reason for her sudden change of expression? He was not some slow-witted male protagonist in a light novel, but he just said it out loud to tease her. Hey, just for fun.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that his junior sister, who was just beginning to fall in love, would go too far and develop some thoughts that were better not to have.

As the saying goes, a rabbit doesn't eat grass near its burrow. It's impossible for him to say that he has never had any thoughts or fantasies about this junior sister he has seen grow up with. But every time he reacts, he feels extremely disgusted, the kind that gives him goose bumps on his back.

It's so familiar that it's a little hard to imagine.

Besides, how should I put it? He was kind of afraid of the two things of falling in love and getting married. Maybe it was influenced by the memories of his previous life. Anyway, he didn't really want to touch them.

The relationship they have now is very good. We get along comfortably and naturally. He doesn't have any worries. When he's out there having fun, he's purely happy in his heart and not afraid of death at all.

We’ll talk about the future later. They are only a few hundred years old now. The people in Xianzhou are immortals and can live to at least 800 years old. It’s not even half an year yet, so why are they in such a hurry?

Lie down on the bed, think about your next life, don't bother to set the alarm clock, just sleep until you wake up naturally.

If Bai Heng came to call him, he would get up and accompany her for a while. If he couldn't find him, he would just have a good sleep. It was a perfect plan.

Close your eyes, start breathing deeply, and clear your mind.

............

......

Ping! -- Bang! -- Ping! -- Bang! --

Huh! —Ha! —Huh! —Ah! —

Swish! —Swish! —

What the fuck is going on?

An Jing suddenly pulled off the quilt that had covered his face at some point, and sat up with a frown and squinted eyes, feeling extremely sleepy.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

He was woken up ten minutes ago, and originally thought he would just endure it, but the noise just kept getting louder and louder.

Today I want to see who this person is!

The young man, who was not very heroic, nor very angry, but still very sleepy, walked out of the door while yawning.

As soon as I walked out of the house, I saw two figures in the yard that seemed to be not there.

One is Jing Liu who should still be in Shen Ce Mansion, and the other one...

Whose child is this?

A little girl...boy or girl?

It is always difficult to tell apart children who have not grown up, especially when they have long hair. He really couldn't tell at first.

The child was standing under the tree. The mottled light cast shadows on her body. She was holding a long sword in her hand and repeatedly swinging it. Judging from the redness on her face, she must have been practicing for some time.

Beside her, the white-haired girl crossed her arms across her chest, with an inexplicably cold expression on her face, the words "bad mood" almost written on her face.

This scene always gave him a feeling that he didn't want to recall...

Many years ago, there was a person who was just like Jingliu now, and he was that child...

Alas--

An Jing shuddered to dispel the chill, and began to wonder at the scene in front of him.

What's happening here......

The foot that was about to take a step forward suddenly stopped, but it seemed that the other side had discovered him.

Jingliu glanced over with cold eyes.

"wake up?"

Before he could answer, the girl's gaze shifted again and swept past the door of the courtyard.

"She is coming?"

As soon as these two questions came out, An Jing felt sweat all over his forehead.

Guigui, why are you under so much pressure right from the start? I’m sweating profusely.

"Shouldn't you be in the Shen Ce Mansion now..."

"Ah."

The girl sneered.

"You really want to drive me away?"

"Oh my dear, how could I mean that..."

An Jing looked at his jealous junior sister in front of him. He had just woken up after staying up all night and had not slept well yet. His head was still dizzy, and now after such a disturbance, he felt his head starting to swell.

"I'm warning you, this is the master's yard, not a place for you two to do anything shameful!"

"Stop, stop, why are you getting more and more outrageous? Calm down, baby, I'm afraid."

This is a contradiction that he can't think of a good way to deal with at the moment, so An Jing decides to deal with it first, say goodbye to all the troubles now, and leave all the difficulties to himself tomorrow!

"So who is this?"

He used the simplest and most unpretentious way to change the subject!

Even if Jingliu doesn't fall for this trick, it doesn't matter. He has many other tricks, such as pretending to be stupid, being shameless, and tearing off the face. He just said that it was all because of his background.

The girl did not answer, but the child stopped wielding the sword, and spoke in a clear and somewhat childish voice, still breathing slightly.

"Hello, Master An! My name is Jing Yuan!"

"Who told you to stop? Keep swinging! Hold tight! As a Cloud Rider, you must not let your weapons slip out of your hands or lose your balance!"

Jingliu frowned, glared at the child named Jingyuan, and hit her body hard with the sword in his hand. The latter felt pain, shrank her head and dared not speak again. With the help of Jingliu, she adjusted her posture to the standard one, swung the sword and shouted.

"Hey!"

The girl's words made An Jing feel a sense of déjà vu even stronger. He was already starting to have a headache, so he quickly stopped.

"Stop, I said stop. The kids have been practicing for so long, I feel tired just listening to them in the room, take a break, there's no rush."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Now I'm not glaring at the child anymore, I'm glaring at him now.

"My apprentice, what does it have to do with you? Don't give orders here and mislead the students."

"Oh no, you're sick today, what's the matter?"

The young man also frowned at this time. Even a clay Buddha would get angry, not to mention that he was not a clay Buddha, he was her senior brother!

"Can you talk properly?"

As soon as he showed his fierce attitude, the rising momentum of Mirror Style came to an abrupt halt. The girl had lost to the boy so many times, it was impossible for her to say that she didn't have some subconscious feelings in her heart. It was just that the boy was a casual person and liked to play a comedic role on weekdays. She had never seen him angry, which made it seem that Mirror Style was firmly in the dominant position in their communication.

But the people who are least likely to get angry, the more pressure they will put on others once they become serious.

Jing Liu calmed down a little at this time. She realized that what happened today was not a big deal... It was just that she didn't know why, but she seemed to overreact...