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The wind is fast and the sky is high, and the Zhu is clear and the sand is white.

A small town lying peacefully on the banks of the Yangtze River. Although the city is as busy as other towns during the day, it is only in the early morning when I lie on my pillow and listen to the rushing river, occasionally mixed with the screams of apes among the cliffs, I always feel unspeakable in my heart. The bleak and deserted.When I put on my clothes and went out, the sky was pale and colorless, and it was impossible to tell whether it was sunny or cloudy.

Only staying for a day or two, there is always the illusion that I have lived for many years.

"Hey, I'll buy you delicious food right away... Be obedient! Bite me again!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi bowed his head and scolded, and hurriedly walked towards the grocery store that was not yet open.A small head was exposed in his arms, he looked around restlessly, his small eyes rolled around, and when he saw the tightly closed door panel, he chirped a few times in extreme dissatisfaction, and bit hard on the scholar's cuff .

"Little ancestor, hey...!"

Fang Lansheng was in so much pain that he almost jumped, and pressed its head hard, wishing he could strangle it to death. "I provoked you to provoke you. It's none of my business if the shop is not open. It's hard for a clever woman to make a living without rice!" Then she ruffled the soft hair on the little guy's head and neck. "Let's go back to bed first, and I'll bring you to buy it when it's bright, okay?"

The spirit beast's mood was as elusive as June's day. It was only five o'clock. He didn't know if other people were harassed. At least Fang Lansheng was woken up by the cold air from Fangxiang Mu Ling.When he chattered his teeth and opened his eyes, he realized that Lu Zhaofeng was licking the soles of his feet.

"Hungry?" Fang Lansheng picked up the little things one by one.

Mu Lingfang nodded and went to bite his face.Fang Lansheng was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched, he held on and said, "Can you bear it any longer? Everyone hasn't woken up yet..."

Of course not.In the end, he went to buy breakfast with Mu Lingfang in his arms with dark circles under his eyes, and Lu Zhaofeng also followed, but he stuffed him under the quilt to cover him. "Can you eat less? You ate the most last night! What a pig!" Besides, you don't need to look for seeds.

It's just that the shop was not open at this time, and despite Fang Lansheng's good-natured explanation, Mu Lingfang just refused.One person and one beast stood upright in the cold wind for a while, Mu Lingfangxiang almost got into his clothes, but still refused to leave, biting whenever he wanted to.Fang Lan stomped her feet anxiously, and suddenly saw the teahouse not far away creaking and putting down the planks, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Then let's sit there for a while? At least there is hot tea to drink, so we don't need to freeze here. "

Fangxiang Mu Ling finally stopped objecting, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep by himself.Fang Lansheng slandered a hundred times, shrank her neck and headed straight for the teahouse.The guy was still cleaning the table and the benches. He was the first one to come. There were still wet traces of rags on the table. He looked cold and his hands were tucked into his sleeves.The tea was finally served, and he ordered another plate of peanut crisps. Fang Lansheng grabbed the nape of his neck and slipped the little thing out, crushed the snack and put it in the palm of his hand to feed it.Mu Lingfang was so hungry that he buried it in his palm and licked and gnawed it, which was painful and itchy.Fang Lansheng held the white porcelain cup tightly with his other hand, the back of his hand was numb from the cold.I also swallowed a piece, thinking that most of the dishes in this place are spicy, mapo tofu, Dengying beef, he is okay, but Xiangling is not used to eating, why not buy some ingredients and borrow the kitchen to cook.

Just as he was thinking about it, the storyteller in the teahouse opened the curtain and came in. The old man was wearing a thin long robe, and he couldn't stop sniffing. The tip of his nose and his forehead were flushed. He suddenly saw Fang Lansheng, looked at him a few more times, and walked slowly over to pat him. Shoulder.

"This little brother is holding a blood contract spirit beast?"

Fang Lan was slapped by him unexpectedly, she was taken aback, she turned her head and said, "You are well-informed." She said in her heart that most people thought it was a white mouse that was overfed.

The storyteller became interested, and asked, "Brother, is this yours?"

Fang Lansheng said, "It's not mine."

The owner is indeed not him, but he is good at cooking, and the little things are more attached to him.Baili Tusu was always in charge of picking up and not raising, so he simply threw it to him.Although he was annoyed, he had no choice but to be the parents of these spirit beasts wholeheartedly.Hongyu teases him for being too virtuous, he will definitely be suitable for raising children in the future, he thinks it will be a prophecy.

The storyteller let out an oh, and didn't ask any more questions, but at this moment there were few people in the teahouse, and there was no one else to talk to. Side people?"

Fang Lansheng said: "You guessed it, it really isn't."

The storyteller said with a smile: "Yesterday I heard that a group of people came from the city, the leader was a boy in black with a sword, and there was also a scholar in Tsing Yi, I must be talking about you, brother."

Fang Lansheng thought that the rumors in the market are the fastest, but it's no wonder that idlers, Baili Tusu's outfit with a dead face is really eye-catching, let alone Hongyu.He has gained a lot of experience this time, and he never thought that the sword spirit could look like this before. It is more like a flower demon and a fox monster, with a hook that is the eyeball of everyone in the street.

Lost in focus, Mu Ling Fangxiang gnawed on his fingertip.Fang Lansheng pinched its ears lightly, and said, "My home is in Qinchuan."

The storyteller snorted, "That's far away." He couldn't help but said, "Forgive me for talking too much, my little brother looks like a scholar's son, but how can he mix with a group of Jianghu people?"

Fang Lansheng said lightly, "They are all good people."

The storyteller said: "My little brother misunderstood. This old man is a down-and-out scholar. When he was young, he also wanted to read thousands of miles and travel thousands of miles. ——It’s only about the interests of the world, but now it’s just a storyteller. Although the hometown is still there, it’s gone. I can’t go home. The master said, parents are here, so don’t travel far. If my brother is away from home for a long time, he should..."

"I'll go back." Fang Lansheng interrupted him. "In a few days, I will go back to Qinchuan."

His tone was decisive, the hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and he felt his throat was cold.The storyteller didn't take it seriously, he just said: "It's fitting that I have a relationship with my brother today, no matter, there is no one at this time, so I just tell my brother a passage. I don't know what my brother wants to hear?"

Fang Lansheng felt that if a person had something in his heart, he could feel emotionally attached to whatever he saw or listened to. What he said just now had already given him a premonition that he couldn't resist, and then the old gentleman said unhurriedly: "My little brother likes Jianghu people Do you like listening to Jianghu stories? Recently, there is a new book about the one on the list of chivalrous men who eliminates violence and protects the good, and helps the poor and the needy—”

Fang Lan suddenly stood up, threw two copper coins on the table, picked up Mu Lingfang and stuffed them into his arms.

"Mr. Xie for your kindness. This junior will go back now, there are still people waiting—"

No one is waiting.He left the teahouse as if fleeing for his life, and a gust of cold wind blew around his head, making him shiver.Mu Lingfang was pressed against his chest, which was warm.Heaved a sigh of relief, he picked up the things he had thought about before meeting the storyteller and continued to think about them.correct.

Xiang bell.

Ever since Qinglong Town had a showdown with Xiangling, the little fox has always avoided him.In the past, because he was easy to bully, they called him a fool, a short winter melon, and so on.Although it was only a few days, he could clearly feel the alienation.Most of the time, he hides behind Hongyu, but if he can't hide, he calls timidly, Lan Sheng.He felt uncomfortable with his hands and feet, wishing he could beg her to call him Dwarf Winter Melon, anyway, in the past few days she can see, he probably won't be tall.

There was a peddler selling groceries on the side of the road, Fang Lansheng walked over.Jade fish?forget it.He just wanted to cheer her up, not apologize, but after all, he didn't do anything wrong.She wanted to treat her well all day long, and it was impossible to fight who he married in the end.

After looking at it for a long time, he picked up a pair of bells and was about to ask the price when he suddenly saw a group of people rushing towards them.He grabbed a person casually and asked, "What's the rush?"

The man was so excited that he stuttered and panted, "Killed! The little brother in black who came to the city yesterday killed Jin Yuhou by the river! That was the one that the government offered a reward for three years..."

When Fang Lansheng heard this, he dropped the bell in his hand, ran to the river and ran up the bank. From a distance, he saw Baili Tusu kneeling on one leg, burning his left hand on the ground, slowly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.When he raised his face, there was still a red shadow in his pupils.

"Wooden face! How are you?"

They sat there, watching the surging river.There are white sails gliding across the river, piece by piece, like light birds.

At this moment, he only wished that something would happen to Baili Tusu suddenly, he would be seriously ill and unable to get out of bed for three days, so that the whole group could stay here for three more days in a grandiose manner.Or it's okay if you have a headache and brain fever, and you have to take care of him in clothes, but even if Baili Tu Suken delays for him, he can't agree.At this critical juncture, who dares to lose the chain.

But he suddenly wished that he had already set up a posture with Ouyang Shaogong on the top of Penglai.Such a minute-by-second consumption, it seems that every moment can hear the sound of Baili Tusu's life flowing away.He can't take it.

He also wanted revenge on Ouyang Shaogong, he remembered it very clearly.He gritted his teeth and said that hating Ouyang Shaogong hated himself even more, but now he thinks it's all insignificant.They go to the same goal by different routes, and they have nothing to do with each other.When falling from the abyss, whoever can hold him will fail, and even if Baili Tusu is smashed to pieces first, he may not be able to serve as a cushion for him.

"You and Xiangling..."

"Even you know?"

"You guys haven't spoken for days."

"Don't worry about it."

"Don't force yourself."

"Okay." Fang Lansheng heard himself say. "As long as you don't die."

In the clear river wind, his tone was almost provocative.Baili Tusu didn't answer habitually, but just looked at his palm.The boy's hands were sharp and distinct.Every streak that spreads out flat is filled with almost boiling blood.

He thought that the wooden face was trying to reason with him, but now he was not in the mood at all.Whether it's saying "I'm not here for death but for..." or persuading him to reconcile with Xiangling, or praising him for a good job, it's just right.Even if Baili Tusu never seemed to meddle in such nosy matters, he would immediately rush up and hit him with Buddhist beads.

Baili Tusu stopped talking for another half a day, and his eyes almost saw a hole in the other party.

"You...don't be too sad."

At the beginning of the word Yan, Xiao Sao Langbai.The sound of the rolling waves pierced the heavens and the earth in an instant, making the eardrums ache.

Fang Lansheng returned to Qinchuan three days later.What greeted him was Ling Chi, who had lived a lifetime.

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"300 taels of silver, if you don't sell it, forget it."

Holding the golden collar, the young man said slowly. "Uncle Zhang, don't bully me when I'm young. How can I not know about this guy? The 300 taels is for your face. If you still think it's not enough, I'll go to another house right now."

The shopkeeper laughed a few times. "Young master Fang, what can you do to the old man..."

"You also know that this is a betrothal gift for the Sun family. When the matter is completed, there will be a lot of work to be done. Your shop has good and complete goods, and when the time comes, can you forget about you, Uncle Zhang?" The young man rolled his eyes. Laughing like a crescent moon.

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth a few more times, and pushed the abacus forward like cutting a piece of meat. "For Young Master Fang's sake, 300 taels!"

Fang Lansheng wiped the sweat from his brow.The silk and satin are all ready, and the hairpins and pearls are not lacking.Knowing that Ms. Sun likes to play chess, I specially prepared a white jade chessboard and two jars of Yunzi. If it works, it will be a romantic story.His older sisters were very busy, but his old man, who was afraid of chaos and troubles, was very leisurely. Fang Lansheng casually glanced at the betrothal gift list when he gave it to him. Fang Lansheng suspected that he had nothing at all. When you see it, just throw it away. "I don't care about your boy marrying a wife. You can mess around as much as you like, even if you squander it. As long as you can support me and your mother, your father and I won't say a word."

Fang Lansheng had an apologetic smile on his face, and scolded him more than 1 times in his heart. He knew that his father was an old fox.Monk Fangtai called him again. "Boy."

"The old man has something to say quickly."

Monk Fang Tai looked at him, except that he was not tall enough, he could basically be called Yushu Linfeng's son. "Boy, I said you, do you know how to please women?"

Fang Lansheng almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of saliva. "Is this the secret knowledge you have been passing down for many years?!"

After stepping out of the Zen room, Fang Lansheng still heard his father's words:

"Don't underestimate women. Don't think that a girl from another girl once hit you with a hydrangea ball, wishing you to propose marriage every day. As long as you condescend and condescend and ask, you will be sure. Don't think that if you are sincere, the girl will agree. Time is stupid. The smarter the girl, the less honest she is."

The servants carried the box and marched to the door of Sun's house, and everyone from the street came out to watch the fun.The young man in the moon-white gown stood at the corner gate, waiting for the person who notified him to answer.It was a bit of a long wait, from noon to noon, it took several hours.He could take longer if he wanted to. At that time, Miss Sun had been waiting for him to propose marriage for more than that long.

When the sun was setting to the west, his legs and feet were already sore and weak. At this time, the servant came out slowly, yawned and said: "Master Fang is invited."

Fang Lansheng adjusted his clothes and walked across the small bridge with his servant.Glancing at the flowing water below, the setting sun floats on the sparkling ripples, the ever-changing gold.Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the main hall of the Sun family.I have been pretending to be calm before, but my palms are actually sweating.I just said repeatedly in my heart, look, I'm about to get married, I'm an adult.

Master Sun sat on the grand master's chair in the middle, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.Mrs. Sun sat on the other side, suffering the same bitterness and hatred.Fang Lansheng felt her scalp tingling, thinking of Jin Lei's eloquent tongue and her father-in-law and mother-in-law smiling like flowers in her previous life, she thought to herself that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, but it's a pity that the wrong person was reported.

There is no way.He took another deep breath and tilted his head up. "Shibo—"

His grumpy-looking future husband interrupts him. "Boy surnamed Fang, are you here to propose marriage?"

Fang Lansheng instinctively said that there would be a catastrophe, but the visit was not for this reason, or because of the failure to chat, but he was much more courageous in his heart, and respectfully said: "Shibo Mingjian, my nephew is—"

When I yelled this sentence, Master Sun became furious like a cat whose tail has been trampled on. "No way! No way for 1! Hurry up and leave my grandson's house with your rags and silver. I don't care about these, don't stand dirty my land!"

Fang Lansheng also stood up, at a loss for what to do, his face was still serious and stiff, and he hurriedly said: "Shi Bo——"

"What uncle! Who is your uncle!" Master Sun finally vented his anger, and the table slapped loudly. "Daughter of my grandson's family, don't you, Fang, say you want it, and don't want it if you say no! Even if you are obsessed with running away from marriage, the young man who wants to marry my daughter will still break through the door! Only now do you know how to regret it?" ,late!"

Fang Lansheng couldn't understand what he heard, and he couldn't stop his tongue for a long time. Seeing that Mr. Sun was going to eat people, he couldn't explain it in a hurry, so he had to use his trump card and said: "Uncle, please calm down first, so that Qianjin can be safe? "

He guessed that Miss Sun had admired him for a long time. Although he was born weak, he had a strong disposition. Although he faintly felt that his father knew things well, he thought to himself that the situation should still be that the elders of the Sun family angered him and escaped marriage, of course, including the grandson who loves Miss like his life. Including the nanny, he can be embarrassed or compensated, as long as the person he proposes to marry has not wavered so far, all of these are easy to handle.

Mr. Sun was even more proud that he never thought of mentioning Ms. Sun. "Stinky boy, don't you still expect my daughter to intercede with you? Make your daydream! How can my daughter not know what happened today? Fortunately, she has figured it out and said she doesn't want it! You can give up! ?”

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Lan was thunderstruck, so he had to leave, and stood at the door, his head was in a mess, no matter how he couldn't figure it out, he thought that if he went back like this, he would be laughed at by the dead old man, so he ordered the boys to put the Carrying the dowry back, he walked slowly along the small bridge.

He felt something was wrong, and the woman inside the curtain noticed it.And where, he couldn't tell.

It was getting dark, and Fang Lansheng walked into a teahouse, thinking that it would be less embarrassing to go back.The teahouse was brightly lit, and dozens of people crowded around a round table, their hearts stopped beating in shock from Xingmu's voice, they were listening to someone's storytelling.

Ever since the incident in Baidi City, he shunned all the storytellers. He felt that these people were old in the world, and they always had a way of reading people's hearts. If they were hit by the story without paying attention, it was like uncovering old scars, and the pain was unbearable.So I started to leave when I heard a clear cough from the crowd, saying:

"Emperor Wu is such a god, he burned gold to get purple smoke. The stables are full of meat and horses, and they don't know how to go to the blue sky. Qin Shihuang sent five hundred boys and girls into the sea to seek the Penglai fairy island, but there is no trace so far; Persevering in my obsession, today I will just list the matter of Jin Pan's confession..."

Look, there it is again.Fang Lansheng almost wanted to pick up his ears instead of his second sister: I tell you to listen!I tell you to listen!

In his early years, he thought about wandering the rivers and lakes, and his mind was full of strange people and strange things, and he copied a lot of miscellaneous things about the longevity of the Haifangzi.At the bottom of the stream, the thorns are paid, and when they come back, they cook the white stone.He had no white stones to boil, so he plunged headlong into the Buddhist scriptures to seek teachings, took his father's piles of classics back to his room, and went to fight at night by himself. He memorized the long names of gods and Buddhas clearly, but he still had no clue.When he was awakened by the sound of the teacup breaking, he suddenly looked up from the table. There was only a faint light in front of him, and his sadness was suddenly uncontrollable.

It is delusional to have medicine to keep the face.Does he not know?

The soul can be reincarnated.The flesh can be eaten by Jiao Ming.Even if neither of them really brought back to life, the person who went to heaven to find a solution has already proved the tragic ending with his own experience. With such a huge lesson from before, he couldn't give up when it was him.

What's more, there is actually nothing.

Is it so easy to be ashamed?He was doomed to fall to pieces in the same position.

"As time goes by, feelings will arise. I don't believe that it comes from the heart of the young master." Miss Sun wrote in a letter to him.

If you can be indifferent for a long time, it will be difficult for you to be in love.Can he be thin?

"Actually, there are no ghosts and gods in the world?" The man said happily, foaming at the mouth. "A person who is a master must act with a clear heart. Even if you occupy a treasured land of geomantic omen, set up a stele and inscription, and try to be immortal, you will eventually become ashes. His meritorious deeds are appreciated by future generations, built temples and shrines, or passed on by word of mouth, so that he will live forever. Why do you need to ask immortals to visit Taoism and make alchemy?"

Fang Lan stood still, only to feel that the majesty had just been broken, and she was enlightened.It was as if the dying person held his breath for so long, and then suddenly fell apart, his whole body was so weak that he couldn't stand anymore, and he slid against the wall and fell to the ground.The people in the teahouse gradually disappeared, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, but it was all dry.

Yes.That's right.How could he not know?He is such a smart guy.It should be transparent at first, unless something blindfolds your eyes, or you don't want to see it at all, and you would rather keep it closed.

Why talk to him?

He remembered the moment when the woman with Fen Ji on her back waved goodbye to him, the evening sunlight in Qinchuan sprinkled her all over, and it was hard to see from a distance whether there was still the gentle and hearty smile between Qingli's eyebrows and eyes, with only one lip on her lips. The corners are compressed into a firm straight line.

At that time, he almost wanted to say wait and ask me to go with you, but that was impossible after all. He was Fang Lansheng, and behind him were his elderly and haggard parents, his married sister, and his fiancée leaning on the railing.Feng Qingxue chose to live instead of Baili Tusu without any distraction, and he was full of obstacles; he was definitely not making excuses for his incompetence.

He didn't want to admit that there was only one thing left to do now.

Please remember him.Don't forget him.

At the end of April in Qinchuan, all the peach blossoms have fallen, only the fire cherries are left, and a frame is like snow.Fang Lansheng took a pair of long-handled scissors, and carefully trimmed away the messy branches.Unexpectedly, a thrush was startled, and the rain that had accumulated in the night on the flowers and leaves sprinkled him all over.

Fang Lansheng put down the scissors, brushed off the water droplets on the surface of the clothes before they were soaked, and broke off an unopened red pomegranate.Fang Qin just ran back from the outside, and when he saw it, he pestered him to ask for it.Fang Lansheng squatted down and pulled at her messy braid, and inadvertently took a rock sugar hawthorn from the bamboo stick in her hand, almost making her teeth sore.

"Qin'er is good. Daddy will accompany you to fly the kite later."

Fang Qin likes to fly kites the most, so he doesn't make trouble after listening to it, and drags the hem of his clothes into the Buddhist hall.In fact, the Buddha statue had been removed long ago, and it was just a small room in the backyard of Fang's family. Monk Fangtai often took a nap here after quarreling with his wife, which is called self-cultivation.Ever since Fang Lansheng inherited the family business, he has changed it.

January is cold plum, March begonia, May hibiscus and eight month osmanthus, he can be regarded as the most benevolent.Fortunately, the grass and trees in the yard are luxuriant, and there is no lack of them for a while.Fang Lansheng thought about it and put the pomegranate in the bottle.Kneeling down, Fang Qin happened to be beside him. Fang Lansheng couldn't help laughing, and grabbed the little girl, putting his finger on his lips. "Hush."

Do not speak.Shut up.very noisy.

"When you grow up, marry someone else's family, take this memorial tablet there, and burn incense for him. When you have a son or daughter, leave it to him. In short, don't break it, one stick of incense a day. Only as For your father."

The little girl stood on tiptoe and struggled to read the complicated characters on it, and finally opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Why? Daddy!"

Fang Lansheng touched the soft top of his daughter's head.

"I owe him. Daddy has never owed anyone in his life, so he must pay him off one day."

Fallen flowers three thousand.He could only slowly figure it out after that person left; but when he figured it out, that person had already gone far.In fact, thinking about it back then, there was plenty of time; even if he won against Ouyang Shaogong, the outcome could be predicted, and everything that should be done has already been arranged.They should have had ample opportunity to say goodbye.But at that time, there was nothing to say, until he saw a bright magic circle floating under him, he was so anxious that he seemed to have forgotten how much.

He probably forgot something.He lost that person.

That person is a seed planted in a young dream, thousands of roots are tightly entwined, wrapped and then tightened together, how long it takes him, the more he knows the pain.And what about this time?Burn a stick of incense.As long as there is a trace of him, it cannot be extinguished.