There was a rustling sound from behind, like Qiu Bodeng getting up, first moving away, and then approaching.

Shi Wuluo was slightly taken aback.

His hair rope was taken away, and then a slender, slightly warm finger pressed it up, and a little warmth from the fingertips came through his hair, which made his heart throb.

"Let's talk about it first, this is the first time this young master has condescended to give people a haircut."

While talking, Qiu Bodeng spread out Shi Wuluo's hair, and then gathered them together. A headband adorned with black sapphire stones was wrapped around his wrist. The ends of the hairband were long and short, and swayed slightly with the movement of his wrist. The embroidered patterns reflected a faint dim light in the moonlight.

"If you dare to stab you, I will kick you off the boat."

His voice was lazy, and his movements were extremely unfamiliar.

"it is good."

Shi Wuluo's answer was very succinct.

Qiu Bodeng vaguely felt that he seemed to laugh a little, so he pulled his hair in revenge. Shi Wuluo laughed softly again, Qiu Bodeng didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Perhaps it was because of his origin in the Wu clan, Shi Wuluo did not have the habit of wearing a hair crown, and usually only tied it with a hair rope. Qiu Bodeng had caught a glimpse of the black-cut stone headband at the Licheng Night Market before, and inexplicably thought of him, so he bought it. Buying a hair rope or tying his hair is all on a whim. Qiu Bodeng has no habit of combing, so he learned to play the first time he met, and used a comb in his hand to tie his hair.

After a long time, it became more and more chaotic.

Fortunately, Shi Wuluo's hair wasn't too long, just after the butterfly bones on his back, Qiu Bodeng played around for most of the time. Barely hold on.

After tying it up, Qiu Bodeng went around to the opposite of Shi Wuluo.

He also said earlier that Shi Wuluo kicked into the water if he dared to pick a thorn, but he fell in the stern laughing directly... What the hell is this piercing! Scattered up and down, with the stern face of Shi Wuluo, who always owes him eight million to the world, it is even more funny... It feels like a lonely samurai pressing a knife to seek vengeance, and he ended up with a chicken. Nest out.

He was overjoyed.

Shi Wu Luo looked at him and smiled, and there was a faint smile in his silver-gray eyes.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't harm you."

Qiu Bodeng laughed for a while, then leaned over to draw the rope.

Shi Wuluo held his wrist and didn't let him move. Qiu Bodeng knocked his hand off with a slap, pulled off his hairband, and patted it in his hand.

Shi Wuluo was startled, only to realize that Qiu Bodeng had given him a new headband.

"Put it yourself." Qiu Bodeng didn't look at him, he sat in the cabin with his elbows on the side of the ship, looking at the moon shadow on the sea in the distance, "Where's the wine?"

There is a short case in the cabin with a white porcelain altar and two white jade cups on it. Shi Wuluo opened the porcelain altar, and the light and cold fragrance slowly opened. He picked it up and slowly poured it into the jade cup, poured it half full, and handed it to Qiu Bo Deng.

Qiu Bodeng took the wine glass, looked down, and found that contrary to the cold aroma, the wine was as bright as a rosy glow, and filled with the desolate moonlight in the white round jade glass, reminiscent of the winter blooming in the mountains. The red plum, alone in the cold snow, is glamorous and elegant.

"What's it called?"

Qiu Bodeng's slender fingers encircled the jade cup and shook it gently, watching the moonlight and the red plum shatter together.

"No name," said Shi Wu Luo.

Qiu Bodeng sipped the wine slowly, Shi Wuluo looked at him, wondering if he would like this jar of wine. Shi Wuluo himself seldom drinks. He pours a glass of wine. No matter how good the wine is, if the person who drinks it can't taste anything and gets drunk, it's useless. He actually doesn't understand wine, so when he asked Qiu Bodeng back, he was so at a loss and didn't know what to choose.

There are countless wines and wines in the world, and finally he brought the most unknown wine.

But Qiu Bo Deng didn't say whether it was good or bad, nor did he like it or not. Just drink the cup and drink again.

"It's called 'Floating Lamp'."

He finally turned his head, the moonlight shining through his eyes, as clear as a mirror.

Shi Wu Luo couldn't tell whether he was drunk or awake, and vaguely felt that he should like it, so he breathed a sigh of relief and poured himself a glass. Qiu Bo Deng was lying on the side of the boat holding a cup, watching him drink slowly, suddenly he grabbed a handful of sea water and poured it on him. Shi Wuluo looked up at him blankly, drops of water dripping from his drooping hair.

Qiu Bodeng jumped up with a smile and stood at the stern of the boat.

"Walk."

With a wave of his robe sleeves, he swept away the entire jar of wine on the table, took two steps to pick up the wine, and stood on the tip of the very end of the stern.

"We go to the end of Cang Shui, and we go to the middle of the bright moon."

The sea breeze blows the wide sleeves of Qiu Bo's lanterns like glowing clouds, the sky is high and the sea is wide and deep. Shi Wu Luo's pupils printed his black hair, his red clothes, and his bright smile.

To the end of the water, to the edge of the sky.

Go only their human boundaries.

The lonely boat is like a string, leaving a long white mark on the vast sea. The tide is broken and the still water is divided. There are young people who stand on the head of the boat and drink wine against the wind. There are men sitting in the boat, kowtow and sing.

Cangming once in a while.

A huge white moon appeared on the ink-like sea. The boat and the shadow of the moon were getting closer and closer. Qiu Bodeng, who was standing at the stern of the boat, threw the empty wine jar and jumped up. Shi Wuluo stood up abruptly. Stop again.

The boat stopped, and it was connected to the outline of the moon shadow.

Qiu Bo Lan stopped on the water.

"The ancients are ancient, why are they beginning?

"Above the Supreme, why do you respect Xi?"

Qiu Bodeng spun around like a crane, with his shoulders sticking to the water, his waist was slender, and his sleeves were swirling, like a knife swaying new blood, and the sea water was as quiet as a silver mirror under his feet. He circled around, his body was as prosperous as Manzhu Shahua, and his hair was like a display of thick ink and high drops.

"Hongmeng has not yet been established, why is it clear?

"The four poles have not yet been established, so how can you tell them apart?"

As soon as he raised his arms, his sleeves were thrown high towards the white moon in the sky. He stood up in the midst of thousands of moonlight, suddenly like a swallow, suddenly like a wandering bird. He used a whole round of huge white moon as the stage, singing and dancing at the end of this sea.