Ukiyo heave

Unknowingly, I embarked on the road of fleeing southward. Now my mood is different from that of that year, and the scenery is also different. When Nian Quesheng felt emotional, he couldn't help thinking about his old friend.They should all be fine, only Nian Keqing is truly gone.

He once wanted to go his own way to keep the person he wanted to protect, but he succeeded, but he walked on a road of no return.

Nian's family is suffering, and in their teens, few people can live in peace and happiness.

A few days ago, when they passed by Beihe, they also went to Bai's house to take a look. The inside and outside of the door were orderly, and there was no disturbance.I just heard from the merchants and residents near the Bai family that the current head of the Bai family, named Bai Su, is unmarried in his twenties and five, and he will return after only three days of going out.Outsiders were never allowed to enter his room. He wore two swords and never smiled.

He has a strange and alienated temper, always walks alone, talks only a few words to others, and is indifferent to everything in this world.This should be a quiet world, but the Bai family is thriving day after day under his hands.

No one in the Bai family has ever seen him get sick, not even the tiniest cold.The relationship between the Bai family and Yuchi's family was still tense, but he was not injured when the Bai family caught fire, and he was not injured when he was attacked at night, and even the flood at the end of spring caused countless deaths and injuries throughout Beihe, and he and his Bai family were not damaged at all.

It may be that there is someone protecting him in the dark. After the Bai family suffered heavy losses again and again in this short year and was reborn from the ashes, someone heard him standing in the middle of the pavilion, looking at the intact The Bai family's mansion, it is rare to ask softly: "Is that you?"

That voice was extremely gentle, as if clusters of spring fires had been ignited, the color became red and warm, and eventually turned into a cinnabar mole on his heart, which flushed red with his eye sockets, but no one responded.

It is he who thinks of the king like Fenshui, but he can't send it to the south in a mighty way.

But there is no way, no one can escape the ups and downs of the floating world, the separation of life and death.

Nian Quesheng and Jiang Dongshen didn't say a word about the past. In many cases, Fusheng doesn't need to remember, but should move on.

When they passed by Huizhou, there was Daji in the local market, and the market was full of bright red lion and dragon dances, the sound of gongs and drums, and the bursts of singing and dancing, which was very lively.

There will be a lot of people in a lively place. If there are too many people, it is inevitable to gather together to talk about the world, or to yell and laugh around some novelty, so it is difficult to find a clean place. Even teahouses and restaurants are as lively as a vegetable market.

Jiang Dong was very quiet, but he didn't want to miss such a lively gathering.The weather in the south was already very hot at the moment, and the two found a teahouse on a slightly higher ground to sit. Jiang Dongchen looked out through the railing, his cheeks were red.

Like a child who is full of curiosity and curious about everything he sees.

Downstairs, the two lion dance teams walked backwards and bumped into each other. One team leader took off his headgear and shouted, the other team was not to be outdone. Later, a group of lion dancers gathered together, red, red, yellow and yellow paved half the street. , The bustle has gone through three miles.A few dragon dancers came over to join in the fun, arguing and quarreling, and a group of chubby lions in clothes rolled around on the ground, their golden body facing the sun, which was unique celebrate.

Jiang Dong let out a deep laugh, and Ruan Ruan in his sleeve also poked his head out to look out, his movements were surprisingly consistent, like two cats, one big and one small.

After drinking, the two of them went to the street market. The feeling of experiencing the bustle is different from watching it. The people here are very enthusiastic. There are two men fighting cocks on the corner of the street. One is black and the other is full of energy. People cheered at the exciting place, and some people saw Nian Quesheng and Jiang Dongshen's extraordinary demeanor, and maybe they had other ideas, so they pulled them into the crowd, and asked Jiang Dongshen with a smile: "Young master, Who do you think will win?"

Jiang Dongchen couldn't see it either, but felt that the black chicken wings were very majestic, and there were so many fake moves in the field, he pointed casually: "It's black."

Both of them are laymen, so they don't know whether this chicken is good or bad, so the man didn't care, he raised his hand and said with a smile: "I don't think so, that black chicken is called Hua Qiao, I don't think it's called tricks Very fine! But no, the strength is not enough, not as good as the red one, ho, every step is windy!"

But in a three-to-two match, the black rooster named Hua Bi won. After winning, he was so proud that he walked around the people several times, flapping his wings, and the old man with the rooster's crown was like a curtain call.

Ruan Ruan had held back for a long time, and now she finally let out a loud "meow".

Hearing the cat yelling, the black chicken immediately froze, and ran towards his master like shit, and stopped yelling.

Jiang Dongshen lightly touched Nian Shisheng with his elbow, and laughed softly, "Why do I think that black chicken is very similar to you?"

Nian Quesheng thought to himself what kind of image is this?Protested: "I am a suave and shocking genius in Yushu Linfeng, can his chicken be the same age as him?"

Jiang Dongshen laughed so hard that he couldn't hold it back, and said: "Look, it's stinking, it looks like it."

It was only then that Nian Qusheng realized why he was like a chicken. He didn't say a word for a while, unable to refute, he sighed.

Nian Qusheng, who is obviously eloquent, is always choked up by Jiang Dongchen's few words.

The two withdrew from the crowd and continued walking along the street.

Vendors on the street were hawking one after another, but Nian Sheng had the ability to hear exactly what he wanted to eat amidst a lot of yelling, and then he turned his head and shouted: "Sweet syrup, brother."

Jiang Dong said in a deep voice, "What's so delicious about sugar?"

Nian Quesheng said: "But the syrup is very fun to stir. ——Brother, buy it, buy it and let me tell you about a magical feature of syrup."

Jiang Dongchen was a little curious, so he gave him the money, and he swooped towards the commercial vehicle.

Then Nian Quesheng gave the money to the syrup peddler and asked, "Won't the syrup melt when you buy it in such a hot day?"

The peddler smiled brightly, and while stirring sugar on the bamboo stick, he said: "There is a secret recipe handed down from the family, no matter how hot it is, it won't melt!"

As he said that, he stirred the syrup, which was a crystal clear amber color, reflected in the sun, showing a burnt yellow light.

Nian Kesheng took it and handed it to Jiang Dongchen, the peddler was shaking a cattail fan, with a little local accent in his words, pointed at Jiang Dongchen and said: "Young man's folding fan is very beautiful, where did you buy it? "

Jiang Dongshen liked the peddler's straightforwardness very much, and said with a polite smile: "It was given by my father."

The cattail leaf fan in the peddler's hand shook more violently, hahaha said: "Me too!"

The straightforward folk style always makes people feel relaxed. Jiang Dongshen feels that this peddler is like the kind of very straightforward uncle, the kind who would lift him above his head when he sees any child, so he can't help being kind.The peddler pointed at Nian with a cattail fan again: "The two accents don't sound like locals, are you out to play with friends?"

Jiang Dong said with a deep smile, "Yes, I am his elder brother."

The peddler also laughed: "That's good! Brother and brother are handsome, have you married a wife?"

Jiang Dong sighed, thought for a while and said, "No...no."

"Hi." The peddler laughed, "Why are you so shy, you don't know if you have a wife or not."

Jiang Dongshen didn't know how to answer for a while, so he turned to Nian Butsheng for help, and Nian Butsheng smiled and said, "My brother hasn't proposed marriage yet, so it can't be considered marriage."

The peddler said: "Ah, that means you have a sweetheart. What about you, young man, have you married a wife yet?"

But Nian Sheng also said ah: "I... I didn't propose marriage either."

The peddler shook his fan, still laughing loudly, and said in the tone of an elder: "You are all young men, let's start a family and start a business early."

After they left from the peddler, the two of them didn't continue the topic. Jiang Dongchen stirred the candy in his hands, and suddenly raised his head while he was stirring, and asked Nian, "You just said that this candy is so rare. place?"

But Nian Sheng gave a cry, and said with a smile, "Brother, separate the two bamboo sticks a little bit."

Jiang Dongshen did as he did, and the tangled sugar on the two bamboo sticks pulled out a long strand of sugar, but Nian Quesheng pointed at the strand of sugar and said, "Do you think we can kiss?"

Jiang Dongchen's hands holding the syrup froze for a moment, then quickly rolled them back, and put them in Nian Quesheng's hand: "Play by yourself."

Nian Qusheng smiled: "Young man, don't be shy."

Jiang Dong said in a deep voice, "Go to hell with you."

Nian Quesheng squeezed Jiang Dongchen's hand through his sleeve, and smiled in his ear: "Do you want to find a place to kiss?"

Jiang Dong said solemnly: "No."

But he still didn't agree, and looked around: "There is no place where no one is here."

Nian Quesheng laughed, and was about to speak while stirring the whitish syrup in his hand. Suddenly, a child as short as his waist pounced on him, and shouted in front of Nian Quesheng: "Daddy!"

Nian Butsheng: "..."

Jiang Dongchen: "..."

Nian Butsheng looked at the child in disbelief, and asked hesitantly, "What... did you call me?"

The child repeated loudly again: "Daddy!"

Jiang Dongshen laughed out loud, but Xiang Nian Quesheng laughed and said, "When did you carry me behind your back...Ah Sheng, you are not good."

Nian was a little confused, and helplessly pulled Jiang Dongchen's sleeve: "Brother, I don't...I love you, you trust me."

Jiang Dongshen patted Nian Butsheng on the shoulder, bent down and asked the child, "Where is mother?"

The child looks cute, Yuxue, and his voice is still full of childishness. He scratched his head and said, "I'm busy at the market."

Jiang Dongshen raised his head and looked at Nian Butsheng, thinking that the child must have run away from the fair and separated from his mother, so Jiang Dongshen asked him softly, "Then where is the father?"

The child poked the year but rose.

Jiang Dong said with a deep smile: "He is not, he does not have a wife."

The kid curled his lips and said, "But Mother said that the one who is wearing black and looks very white and tall is Daddy."

"But my mother said."

Have you never met your biological father?

Nian Qusheng was suddenly a little moved - he himself had never seen his biological mother, and he didn't know what she looked like, or who she was.I thought to myself that when I was this child's age, I went around Nian's house asking where my mother was, but no one paid any attention to him.He would just slap away his hand grabbing the corner of other people's clothes with one hand, and almost disgustedly said: "You don't have a mother, go to the side, don't get in the way."

When Nian Quesheng thought about these things, he couldn't help but smile, and lowered his head in a daze, but the child thought he was disgusting himself, so his eyes turned red, and he grabbed Nian Quesheng's sleeve and said: " Mother misses you every day, can you not leave."

Nian Butsheng glanced at Jiang Dongchen, then knelt down and patted the child's head: "Will you take us to your mother?"

The child's eyes lit up: "Aren't you leaving?"

Nian Sheng was noncommittal, but said: "Let's go see her."

The child nodded, but he was worried, turned his head to Jiang Dong and said: "Big brother, please take care of my father, don't let him go away."

Jiang Dongshen was inexplicably a generation lower, feeling a little helpless in his heart, and said to the child with a warm smile: "You shouldn't call me big brother, he is his brother."

The kid immediately changed his words: "Uncle."

"..." Jiang Dong sighed, stood up and laughed softly at Nian Quesheng, "I think I'm getting older."

The kid took the two of them back to the bustling street market, turned a few streets with ease, and arrived at the back door of a karaoke-like pavilion. He wanted to go in and call his mother, but he was afraid that Nian would leave, so he grabbed his hand. Yijiao pulled him in together, walked to a small cubicle, and called mother outside the door.

After a while, a woman opened the door. Behind the door was a thin figure, who could not hide her depression. When she opened the door, she saw two strange men. She took a step back hesitantly, and then heard her little son say: "He's Daddy."

The woman understood what was going on, smiled apologetically at the two, pulled the child and said softly, "Aqiu, go inside to play first."

The child was obedient, and walked obediently to the cubicle. When he entered the door, he turned his head and said to Nian, "Don't go."

After he walked into the house, the woman closed the door, bowed to Nian Quesheng and Jiang Dongshen, and apologized: "The child is still young and not very sensible, and I have caused trouble for you two."

Nian Quesheng waved his hand understandingly: "It's okay."

The woman lowered her head and said again: "This child often goes out to look for his father, but most of the time he comes back crying and tells my father that he doesn't recognize him. I told him not to go again, but he still didn't give up, so I had to let him look for him. I didn't expect that he could really bring someone back."

But Nian Sheng sighed lightly, and asked cautiously: "I take the liberty to ask, the child's father...?"

The woman smiled wryly, her voice was calm and she didn't want to hide it.Xu Shi talked too much with others, became numb, and had a kind of nonchalant indifference: "He is a son of a rich family, with a flirtatious heart. When he knew that I was pregnant, he repeatedly promised to come back and marry me. Once he leaves, he will never return."

Jiang Dongshen also asked late, "Why didn't you go to him?"

The woman said: "I am just a lowly dancer, he is the son of everyone. If we are as close as husband and wife, we can't control him at Yule Diao Saddle Youye. I don't even have in-laws with him, so how can we keep him. ——But It’s just that the world is unpredictable and people’s hearts are changeable.”

The two were silent together, the woman also stood silently for a long time, and finally bowed and said: "Today's matter is troublesome to both of you, it is fate to meet by chance, and I would like to take the liberty to say here, I see that the two of you are also very generous. She is from a wealthy family, if she marries someone, she must not fall into my situation. ——Farewell."

Walking to the back door, Jiang Dongshen suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked the woman not to let the child run out alone, and said: "It is hard work for a girl to carry a child alone, but if things go on like this, if life is really not good, you can go north to Xiandu. The Jiang family of Xunxianmen. Although the son is young, he has a tough temperament. If he can be educated, study and practice martial arts, he will be a great weapon in the future. If the girl goes, you can report my name, Jiang Dongchen."

After Jiang Dong finished speaking, he turned his head away and left with Nian Quesheng.

Jiang Dongchen walked very fast, without raising his head to look at the road, so he walked to another street without knowing it, and saw another scene.Unlike the noise in the street market, that place is full of joy and joy.Jiang Dongshen walked straight as if he had never heard of it, but only raised his head when the crowd approached him.

People gathered around a painting building decorated with lights and festoons. The wedding customs here are different from those of immortals. The two have never seen such a wedding. ——The Fengluan wedding sedan chair is parked in front of the building, the bride has already gone upstairs and appeared in front of the balcony, the groom seems to have been waiting for her for a long time, and can't wait to pick her up, standing in front of the railing covered with red veils, whispering Said something, and then lifted her red hijab.

The woman had a bright smile on her forehead, with pink makeup on her forehead. Amidst the cheers, just by the shape of her mouth, she called her husband.

According to the local wedding customs, it is time to throw a hydrangea ball. The bride will point a peach on her forehead, and the hydrangea ball thrown is meant to represent peach blossoms.The people downstairs saw that the bride came out with the hydrangea.All of them are chaotically trying to snatch it up, trying to get a good start.Amidst the laughter, Nian promoted and protected Jiang Dongshen, who was very absent-minded, for fear that others would bump into him.Jiang Dongchen didn't care at all, and didn't look at the hydrangea in the bride's hand.He stood in the crowd, but he seemed to be outside the scene.

For a moment, cheers erupted from the crowd. It should be that the bride threw the hydrangea ball with her back, and a group of people looted it in an uproar. It was falling into Jiang Dongshen's arms.

The bride turned around, and people's eyes also turned to Jiang Dongshen. The bride saw who the hydrangea fell to, and wanted to smile at Jiang Dongshen and invite him to come up to the wedding banquet, but Jiang Dongshen didn't know why. With this mentality, he stuffed the hydrangea into the arms of the person next to him, and pulled Nian but Sheng quickly out of the crowd.

He walked so fast that he was almost a trot at the end, as if fleeing from the desert, throwing away all the hustle and bustle behind him, only caring about the path under his feet, not even the front.

Jiang Dongshen pulled Nian, but walked through the streets and alleys, until he turned into an empty alley, and the hustle and bustle of the market disappeared, and Jiang Dongshen gradually stopped.

Leaning against the wall in a daze, frowning slightly, lowered his head and sighed.

Nian Kesheng then bent down, tilted his head to look into Jiang Dongshen's eyes, and asked warmly, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Jiang Dongshen himself was also a little confused, raised his eyes to look at Nian Quesheng, and whispered: "I don't know."

After he finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, but Wen Nian said: "I seemed to be overreacting just now, so I dragged you away like this, isn't it a bit silly?"

Nian Quesheng thought about it, and gave an honest answer: "A little bit, it seems that my brother picked up gun|powder instead of a hydrangea."

Jiang Dong let out a deep laugh, rubbed his eyes and said, "I don't know what's wrong, I just felt a little flustered all of a sudden, but I don't know why, and I didn't expect that hydrangea would fall to me. Anyway... I wanted to run subconsciously, I dragged you away."

Nian Quesheng understands Jiang Dongchen best, he even understands himself better than Jiang Dongchen himself.Nian Butsheng heard some reasons from the bull's head and the horse's mouth. He pondered for a while, chose to remain calm, and only smiled slightly: "Brother, do you want a hug?"

Jiang Dong sank to speak, stretched out his hand, and was hugged by Nian Quesheng.

Just now he was in a panic for some reason, but now he was hugged by Nian Quesheng, and a burst of peace of mind that was as warm as spring surged in an instant.

There is also a little inexplicable grievance, I don't know where it came from.

And uneasy, very uneasy, so Jiang Dong hugged him very, very tightly, hugged him for a while and whispered in his ear: "There is no one here...do you want to kiss him again?"

Nian Sheng didn't say a word, he just turned his head and waited for Jiang Dongshen to get up from his neck, then kissed his lips tenderly.

Jiang Dong pondered for a while, and raised his right hand when sticking out the tip of his tongue. His wide sleeves covered the sides of their faces, blocking their sight from outside the alley.

It was as if a small curtain had been drawn.

This kiss was long and gentle, which was Jiang Dongchen's favorite way of kissing, but the year was not too fast or slow. After the kiss, he reached out and wiped Jiang Dongchen's lips, and said in a warm voice: "Go home, today."

Generally speaking, going home means returning to Jiang’s house, and returning to our house means returning to Qianhuandu. Jiang Dongshen thought for a while and thought that there were no important days recently, so he asked, “Why did you go back all of a sudden?”

Nian Quesheng said with a smile: "Dragon Boat Festival will be in a few days. Mother will be happy to go back early. Besides, I am a little tired from playing these few days. I think my brother is also very tired. I will go back to raise him for two days."

"What are you raising for two days? Do you think I'm Ruan Ruan?" Jiang Dong smiled deeply, then lowered his head and squeezed Nian Qusheng's hand, and said softly, "Then go back."