Ning Gu

"Mister has been waiting for a long time."

"Half an hour, no more, no less, it's not too long to wait." Xie Wuling looked sideways when he heard the sound, and saw Sang Luo who came slowly.

"Sir, did you actually count the hours?" Sang Luo pretended to be surprised.

Xie Wuling brushed off his sleeves, and walked towards the tea shop that he inquired about yesterday, while saying to his side: "Little brother, we Zhaoxing, we always pay attention to one word."

"What, what?" Sang Luo was a little timid.

"People, it's better to be confused for a while than being sober for a lifetime." After finishing speaking, Xie Wuling laughed loudly, but Sang Luo lowered his head again, and even his steps were as slow as if he was afraid of stepping on ants.

Xie Wuling didn't know how long he had stayed at the gate of the mansion for Sang Luo, and it was just a polite way to say it, but if Sang Luo asked him like this, if he didn't mean it, he could still speak nonsense. The young man is naive, if he had the heart, he might be like this Bu'an's chess by Yong Guogong's side is useless.

Of course, no matter the former or the latter, Xie Wuling didn't want to see them.

He used to be naive, he was just Xie Pingzhi, but once he was caught in the whirlwind, he wanted him to leave, and it was no longer just Zhaoxingyi Temple and his master and senior brother.

"Then... Mister thinks that Sang Luo should be clear, or should he be confused?"

Xie Wuling's pace didn't slow down, but when he heard this sound, he felt that the sound was much quieter, so he stopped and turned around.

The Hu Di boy is still the same as before, like a pair of eyes in the night sky in the northwest, still crystal and moving.This person once raised a scarf on the wall to call him, danced a scimitar under the moon, and invited him to be a close friend. Who knows that at this moment, the love and the scene suddenly seem like an old dream.

If it was just this alley, if the identity of the two were left out, the two of them might have tears in their eyes.

Strangers in a foreign land, meeting a familiar friend, Rao is the end of the world, and this time is not blocked.

Just remove if, at this time, it is the end of the world.

"Half an hour, my little brother hasn't thought about it yet, okay?"

Sang Luo still took a few big steps and followed.But he didn't answer his thoughts.

Maybe this choice is really difficult.Xie Wuling thought.

The teahouses in Fufeng are all similar in appearance, with small rooms that are not high, carved windows, and wind curtains that are mostly strung with colored glaze beads, which is extravagant.A celadon cup, a tea spoon, a cup, a bowl of tea, is simple and simple.

There are no more than two floors in the tea shop. The upper floor has more elegant pavilions for literati, and the lower floor has many tables and chairs for pedestrians.

Usually in Yangzhou, Xie Wuling prefers to sit on the lower floor. From time to time, when he meets a storyteller, the gavel sounds, and Xie Wuling can still listen to the ramblings all afternoon.

What's more, the passers-by in the hall on the lower floor, traveling all over the world, interjecting the storyteller's words, sounds very interesting, especially when talking about the island, the storyteller said that the sea guest could see the fairy mountain, and the passers-by only said that they would go to sea after a narrow escape. , I can’t see it in Xianshan, but there are a lot of man-eating fish.This made Xie Wuling want to go out to see the sea all the time, but the abbot didn't allow it and said he would go when he was older, but now that he is older, he has no chance to go to see it.

"Guest officer, is it... Yage?" The waiter saw Xie Wuling and the Hudi boy. He didn't know Xie Wuling, but he knew Sang Luo. The people who followed Yong Guogong, they These business people in Fufeng City still have to have this kind of vision, after all, it is well known that "the prince of the Wang family cannot be messed with, and the son of the Liang family cannot be messed with".

Yong Guogong is the son of Empress Liang, the people beside him should naturally remember, not to mention the young man beside him is a young man with an ugly appearance.

"Sir, Yage?" Sang Luo turned his eyes to ask Xie Wuling, but Xie Wuling found an empty seat in the hall, sat down, and said: "Second Brother Lao, make a pot of tea."

The waiter glanced at Sang Luo, and Sang Luo nodded and said "according to what he said" before going down to prepare.

Sang Luo walked to the seat opposite him and sat down.

"Sang, Luo." Xie Wuling called softly.

"Huh?" Sang Luo looked up at him.

"Did you take it yourself?"

"So, it was taken by my old friend." Sang Luo turned his eyes as he spoke.But in exchange Xie Wuling sneered.

"Old man?"

"Um……"

"Old man, also called?" Xie Wuling's peach blossom eyes were slightly pierced, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and he paused, "Xie, Ping..."

The last word was interrupted by a young servant bringing tea, Xie Wuling also sat upright, not intending to repeat the words just now.

"Try it." Sang Luo looked at him, as if he hadn't heard anything just now, but he naturally knew what the word Xie Wuling was submerged just now, and he couldn't understand what Xie Wuling meant.

But after all, Fufeng is Fufeng, not Northwest, not Saishang.

"Mr. Xie Xiao, you must have misunderstood Sang Luo. Sang Luo had only one friend before, and his dharma name was Hui Xuan."

Xie Wuling paused for a moment with the hand holding the teacup, and then lowered his head to sip the tea.

"It seems that I am really confused."

"I don't know this tea, but is it still suitable for Mr. Xiao?"

"It's not as good as our Zhaoxing's Shoumei, but it's okay."

"The little gentleman can only make do with it. In the Duke's mansion, Mrs. Liang doesn't like these famous places, but prefers to drink. There is a lot of wine in the mansion. This tea is really not as good."

"It's okay, I'm just staying here temporarily." Xie Wuling looked at the dregs of the pot, and with a thought in his heart, he pursed his lips and smiled, "The next time I'm staying at the house, I have to ask carefully, is there anyone making tea? I can't stop."

"Next time?" Sang Luo frowned, "Next time you won't be staying in the Duke's Mansion?"

It's not certain whether there will be a Yongguo mansion next time, Xie Wuling guessed, Sang Luo should know better than him why he left Zhaoxing and came to Fufeng, but now these two or three words almost confused Xie Wuling.

Naturally, he didn't notice the crumpled sleeves that Sang Luo himself had gathered.

"I can't stop. How can I let the Duke waste his time and energy for people like me?"

"Brother!" As soon as Xie Wuling finished speaking, he heard the little novice calling, with a yellow paper bag in his arms.

Put it on the table, and when you unpack it, it is a package of roasted meat of unknown creatures.It aroused Sang Luo's curiosity for a while, but Xie Wuling didn't even say a word of thanks, and got started.In addition to the speed of getting started is a bit fast, as far as it is slow, it still looks like a family.

While eating, he boasted: "You still understand me, so I made things difficult for you."

"No, it's not difficult." The little novice felt a little embarrassed, and subconsciously touched the back of his head.He originally wanted to say that Wang Cheng specially sent someone to make the bag, and he didn't buy it, but he looked at the barbarian sitting opposite the senior brother, and endured it.

Xie Wuling saw his hesitant expression on his face, snorted, and said, "What did the prime minister say?"

The novice glanced at the person sitting opposite him, who was also surprised, as if he didn't expect Xie Wuling to be so unavoidable.

"Let's talk." Xie Wuling poured tea for himself, without looking at the two in front of him, he continued, "He can listen."

"Master Xiang asked, is this what you mean, or what Zhao Xing means?"

"Well, what do you say?" Xie Wuling put the gnawed bones on the table.

"Little novice can only say that he is ignorant and doesn't know what his brother means."

"Well, it's ignorance."

"..."

"continue."

"Master Xiang said, it doesn't matter whose opinion it is, but you can't get away with this wine. I invite you to taste his wine on the next day's order. He said that this winter must be difficult, so it's better to drink the wine first. "

"Executive banquet?" After a while, Xie Wuling's bag of meat came to an end, and he took out a square silk handkerchief from his bosom, with a euphyllum flower embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, Miaofa kept it by his side, saying that it was for him to wipe hands.

Now he actually took the square embroidered handkerchief and wiped his oily hands.

"It's a feast for the Wang family to invite literati and poets during the summer heat." Sang Luo explained for the little novice.

"Shu Shu...get together in a bunch, it's really a toss."

"No, the Wang family has a courtyard. The courtyard is located in the outskirts of Beijing. There is a stream and spring by the mountains, and a bamboo forest has been planted for ten miles. It is very refreshing."

"Have you been there too?"

"The Duke took me there once or twice."

"En. Okay, eat and drink." Xie Wuling stood up and patted his robe.

But Sang Luo didn't move, watched Xie Wuling straighten his robes, and looked back at him, then asked leisurely: "Zhao Xing, it wasn't him who was chosen, was it?"

Xie Wuling listened to his question, pursed his lips, and nodded in response to him.

Sang Luo's lips opened and closed several times, and it took a long time before he could speak: "Mr. Guo is guarding me. All I know is that he makes money. Apart from that, Sang Luo doesn't know anything else."

Accumulating money, at a high level, is selfishness. Sang Luo's words are just a start for him, and he should pay back his unwavering affection today.

Xie Wuling turned around and poured tea for the two of them, seeing Sang Luo's slightly downcast eyes, he stuffed the tea cup into Sang Luo's arms.

"Replacing wine with tea, one difference and two wide."

These words were originally a joke Xie Wuling made before he left the Northwest, but he didn't want it to become a prophecy.Sang Luo made a choice, not for a lifetime of clarity, nor for a moment of confusion.The little Hu Di who used to be by his side now has someone he wants to protect.For that person, he chose to be a fool all his life.

"Okay. I'll be my fool." Sang Luo laughed.The eyebrows and eyes are bent, which is more beautiful than the crescent moon on the plug, but also stronger than the wind on the plug.

"I hope you can save a little clarity for yourself."

Xie Wuling who said this also laughed, with a hint of self-mockery, if one day he becomes Sangluo and Zhao Congshan becomes Duke Yong, he thinks his choice should be the same.

How many Zhao Congshans can there be in the world?How many Xie Pingzhis can there be in the world?

In the world, there is only one.

Sang Luo got up, walked behind Xie Wuling, looked at his awe-inspiring character, as if he didn't know any worries, as if he was still the same kid he met in the northwest.

Xie Wuling looked back in response to the gaze behind him, beckoning him to take a few steps faster.as ever.

No one broke the last period of joy before returning to the Duke's mansion, the joy of immersing in the past.

They are all the same, clearer than anyone else, but more confused than anyone else.