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But just because face is not important doesn’t mean other things are not important!
Xing blinked, and silently shifted his gaze despite Sangbo's resistance, finally stopping on the blue ball of fire floating around the little fox man.
Tail:???
Tail:!!!
ΨΨ(｀◇′)
"What are you doing?! Are you asking me to die?!" Tail asked in disbelief, his voice was so shrill that it sounded like Sambo who had been cursed before, "It's not enough for you to watch the floating smoke fireworks, now you want to watch the tail fireworks too?!"
"What are you looking at! If I blow you up, you little girl will lose your tail!"
"Go find someone else! I'm not going to die!"
Amid the deafening roar, the Suiyuan expedition team fell into silence.
Well, what to do?
Cheng Che stood quietly aside, took out the last talisman from his pocket, looked at the people in front of him and said hesitantly, "How about you guys go out first?"
Hearing this, Xing looked up instantly and asked alertly: "We? Go out first?"
Cheng Che nodded, stood in front of the bronze mirror and tentatively extended his hand, "You can go out first."
Xing was stunned, observing Cheng Che's actions suspiciously.
The tall man stretched out his hand and stuck the talisman on the bronze mirror. The yellow talisman ignited without fire and disappeared in an instant.
The moment the flames faded, the strangely colored energy lines in the sky finally connected, and the energy surged to form a closed loop.
Immediately, he kicked the edge of the bronze mirror hard.
"Snapped--"
A familiar loud noise was heard, and the bronze mirror fell to the ground again, breaking into pieces.
Wisps of green flames escaped from the bronze mirror, and time and space condensed and then shattered at this moment.
With a click, everyone seemed to be inside a huge bronze mirror. The surrounding space broke into pieces like a mirror. The faces reflected in it were distorted and shattered, and finally turned into powder.
When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scene instantly flipped and turned into an island floating in the air. There were identical bronze mirrors standing on it, and it seemed as if he had fallen into a deeper illusion.
The corners of Cheng Che's mouth twitched and he looked down at his fingers.
The cut on the fingertip has healed, leaving only a faint white mark, but...
Cheng Che frowned, seeming a little reluctant to cut his fingers again to draw the spell.
Although I haven't practiced the piano for a long time, I always feel a little guilty about giving up completely, as if all my previous efforts would be wasted, but also as if I don't want to completely break away from the past.
but……
Cheng Che took a deep breath, looked around and found that only Sangbo was left with him.
Sang Bo blinked and looked at Cheng Che, "My friend, unfortunately, they really went out, but... I haven't gone out yet."
What? Cheng Che also treats people differently when he breaks the illusion?!
"Oh." Cheng Che responded, and kicked the trash can next to him. "Order, I want a guitar."
Sambo:? ? ?
Sang Bo looked up at Cheng Che in disbelief and said blankly, "You don't want to go out and practice the piano? Wait, what piano do you want?"
"You can have a violin, a viola, a cello, or even a piano. You can even have an organ if you want, but I can't necessarily pull that out of a trash can."
Cheng Che raised his chin and said, "Hurry up, this place where I can practice piano in the middle of the night without being complained of disturbing others is my dream place."
Sambo: ...
Sambo was at a loss for a moment, and for a moment he felt that Huanyue's brain circuit seemed to be a little behind the drunk little crow.
He was silent for a moment, then spoke to the trash can sincerely, "This is an order from Sambo. He needs a master violin with good tone and high price. He also needs some rosin and a violin bag. Thank you."
His tone was smooth and natural, his voice steady, and it was obvious that he had thought of his order lines before he opened his mouth.
Sangbo silently watched Cheng Che bend down skillfully to pick up the trash. Finally, he found a beautiful rock, took off his bag and put it down, took off his coat to reveal the shirt underneath, then slowly opened the guitar case and applied rosin gently and carefully to adjust the tone as if he was applying body lotion to his wife.
Sambo opened his mouth, but could only ask dryly: "You... do you want to practice the piano until the illusion automatically dissolves?!"
Cheng Che shook his head, set up the zither and put on the bow skillfully, and stood on the edge of the floating island with a dimpled smile, "Just now I was about to draw another talisman, and suddenly I saw the wound on my finger and thought of the zither. I haven't played the zither for a long time. If I don't practice, I will be slapped in the face."
Sambo: ...
Oh, and then?
Can't you just let old Sambo out first? !
"Snapped--"
With a slight sound, something of unclear shape fell from the sky, passed through the illusion and landed on Cheng Che's forehead.
Cheng Che was startled, he touched the thing on his head and squinted his eyes to take a closer look.
A small clapping tool used to create atmosphere at concerts. It has a black animal with a dark green background, and at the bottom are four large characters that look unfamiliar but inexplicably familiar.
——Loach Loach Group!
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che put the small palm prop aside, set up the piano and bow again, took a few deep breaths and regained his composure, comforting himself as if nothing had happened, "Hey, cough, cough... nightmare, nightmare..."
As soon as the words fell, smooth music quietly came out, and the bowstring rubbed and trembled, emitting a melodious sound.
Chapter 4 Extra Four
Winter in the north always seems particularly dry and cold. The young man wrapped in a thick black woolen coat took off his gloves and scarf and walked into the brightly lit villa. His face instantly showed a gentle and warm smile with a hint of humility and shyness.
He took off his coat, gloves and scarf and handed them to the servant beside him. He took two quick steps forward, stood up straight and nodded to the many elders chatting in the living room. "Happy New Year, grandma and grandpa. I'm here to wish you a happy new year."
As he spoke, the boy bent down and lowered his head, with a smile on the corners of his mouth that vaguely carried a hint of the mischievousness and innocence of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
Hearing the boy's words, everyone who was chatting on the sofa stopped and looked at the boy with a doting smile, "Ah Qing is here?"
Many elders took out red envelopes from their pockets and stuffed them into the boy's arms, touching his head, rubbing his cheeks, and pulling his ears.
When Tang Muching finally got away from the New Year's greetings group, he was holding a pile of red envelopes in his arms, and his face was rubbed red.
He sighed slightly, sat in the empty seat on the terrace holding the red envelopes, and stuffed the red envelopes one by one into the small schoolbag he brought with him.
After a long time, Tang Muching finally finished cleaning up and went to the kitchen to bite a lotus root box. When he was planning to have some fun, he saw Su Xiaoming, who was also holding a red envelope and carrying a small schoolbag, running into the terrace.
The boy looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with the same red cheeks and red arms, and his short black hair was messed up.
"You came here early this year?" Tang Muching leaned against the balcony door with his bag on his back, squinting at the boy who was stuffing red envelopes frantically, and said with a half-smile, "Didn't you spend the New Year at your house?"
"What kind of New Year are we celebrating? This is your grandma's house as well as my grandma's house, okay?" Su Ming patted his bulging schoolbag filled with red envelopes. He looked into the living room and quickly reached out to grab the half lotus root box that Tang Muching had just stuffed into his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed it before speaking, "Want to go out and play? We don't have to stay up at home to celebrate the New Year, right?!"
The mothers of the two were cousins. They either spent the New Year at their own home or came to their parents' home, letting their sons run around and scraping together a bag of pocket money.
Hearing this, Tang Muqing nodded.
He patted the schoolbag on his back and said with a smile, "Where are we going? I don't want to accompany a minor like you to an Internet cafe to celebrate the New Year."
"Who's going to an internet cafe on New Year's Eve?" Su Ming looked up in surprise, with undisguised disdain in his eyes, "Find a hotel, buy some food and drinks, pack your game console, and come back tomorrow."
Staying at home would cause a lot of trouble. After all, both of them were temporarily confirmed as heirs, but heirs who were not yet of inheritance age always seemed particularly embarrassed in such occasions.
I can't fit into the children's circle, nor can I fit into the adult's social circle.
Tang Muqing nodded, took out his phone and called his assistant to make arrangements. He put his hand on Su Ming's shoulder and walked out of the villa together. "Well, arrange a suite for you. Bring your pajamas from home. Then go order a table for two."
Su Ming held his small schoolbag and let his cousin take him out, even though they had never bothered to call each other brother or younger brother except during the Chinese New Year.
As I walked out of the villa, the cold wind instantly blew on my face.
Su Ming paused, tilted his head slightly, and squinted his eyes to try to catch the figure that just flashed by.
After a while, Su Ming poked Tang Muqing with his elbow and lowered his voice, "Did you see a hairy monkey jump over just now?"
"I saw it. It has a pigtail swinging." Tang Muqing responded, looked around and took two steps forward, avoiding the windows where the elders could see it, and called softly in a low voice into the dark courtyard, "Cheche? Come here!"
As soon as the words fell, the sound of footsteps was heard.
A dark shadow emerged from the garden, bypassed Tang Muqing and threw himself straight into Su Ming's arms, rubbing his red, frozen cheek against Su Ming's clothes.
The boy raised his head and revealed his sparkling eyes. His light amber eyes looked particularly bright in the night.
"You really dislike me." Tang Muqing couldn't help but complain, took off his scarf and put it around the boy's neck, frowned and asked, "What are you doing outside if you don't want to go in?!"
The little boy, about seven or eight years old, had not started to grow yet and was not as tall as his chest. He tilted his head back, revealing his cheeks that were red from the cold wind, and was only wearing a thin sweatshirt and sweatpants.
Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't care at all, "I don't want to play with them, I came out to make a snowman."
As he spoke, Cheng Che stretched out his finger, which was swollen like a carrot, and pointed at a snowman in the garden that was only about calf-high.
It hasn't snowed in recent days, and the snow that accumulated from the previous few days looks dirty, and the little snowmen made look particularly pitiful.
Su Ming took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on his younger brother's hands, frowning and scolding, "You still have instrument lessons after the New Year, what are you doing?!"
Cheng Che did not reply, and let the two brothers in front of him put clothes and scarves on him. He just stared at the two of them with his bright eyes.
After a long time, Tang Muching finally came back from a walk around the house. He had another small schoolbag full of red envelopes on him. He squatted down with a pair of shoes in his hand to help Cheng Che change his shoes. "Hurry, change and go quickly, or they will catch up with us soon!"
Cheng Che: ...
Even though his brain was not as good as an adult's, he obviously understood that the dishonest fox in front of him was playing tricks on him.
Cheng Che paused, "Then chase me. You two can't run as fast as me."
Su Ming sighed heavily and couldn't help but pat Cheng Che on the head, "You really are good at backstabbing. Remember to use your backstabbing skills on your brother and sister in the future. I feel that they will be my mortal enemies in the business world in the future."
Cheng Che thought about it and nodded, "Okay, but you have to make up for the pocket money they deducted from me."
"Then add me in."
Tang Muqing stood up after a while, kicked the slippers he had just taken off the ground aside, then leaned over to pick up the short child, and walked quickly towards the gate of the villa, "The driver is here, let's go."
Su Ming followed slowly with his bag in hand, squinting at the long, thin braids hanging behind the boy's head, "When did you cut your braids? Didn't your classmates pull them off for you?"
Cheng Che lay on Tang Muching's shoulder, half of his face tucked into the warm scarf. The scent of amber and agarwood entangled together was particularly warm.
He thought about it and shook his head, "I don't know, my grandparents won't let me cut it, they said they'd have to wait until I grow up another two years."
The small braid hung down the back of her head, swaying, and was tied into a bow by the boy who followed her. He then carried her up, stuffed her into the car, and drove away from home.