naive rivers and lakes

I went out with the two, because Yin Mo was too lazy to continue the conversation with us. He smelled the smell of limp, leaned on the couch with his neck up and his eyes closed, and opened his eyes suddenly, looking at us powerlessly. He smiled calmly, and said: "It's good to leave, I can't leave." He shook the iron chain in his hand as if nothing had happened, and closed his starry eyes again.

I stepped on the threshold, and suddenly remembered that the song was Feng Qiuhuang, Tianqing played it once when she was practicing the piano, my father frowned when he heard it, waved his hand at Tianqing, and said in disgust: "The children's play is played by every family." What about Feng Qiuhuang, change one song for another, how can you play Feng Qiuhuang's □□?"

My sister rolled her eyes because of her petting, and said lazily: "It's just a piece of music, it's only found in paintings, Dad, you used the wrong word." My dad didn't talk nonsense, and snatched it The guqin in her hand pointed to her room and said, "Okay, it's time for you to recite."

That was the first time I heard Feng Qiuhuang, and when I heard it again, it was the day of the summer solstice when I was 13 years old. The cicadas were singing and the trees were shady, and the flowers and plants were blooming warmly and beautifully. I don't know where the woods went. I was looking for her, and suddenly I heard the sad sound of the piano. Under the scorching sun, the air was scorching hot, but the sound of the piano made people feel that it was no longer hot, even It was cold and silent, and the anxiety I had been looking for for a long time also calmed down.

I followed the sound of the piano to find someone, but I saw my father took off his shoes and socks, sitting on a rock, with gurgling water under his feet, the scorching sun shining brightly on the stream, everything was thriving and shining, Except my dad.Hearing the voice, he raised his head and glanced at me, those eyes were exactly the same as the Yin Mo I saw.

The stars in his eyes fell, leaving only eyes full of dead silence.And I didn't cover it, and let those things flood my whole body, which became a famine.

At the age of 13, I stepped on the rocks and walked over carefully. When he finished playing, I asked ignorantly what song it was. It was so sad to hear it.My father is rarely seen wearing white clothes. He smiled lowly, Feng Qiuhuang, his smiling eyes are sad, he touched my head again, hugged me, and whispered in my ear : "From now on, don't play this piece."

My father was drunk that day, and I never heard him play Fengqiuhuang again.I am also very well-behaved. I have learned both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I have never learned Fengqiuhuang.

When I went out, I was still wondering what was going on with Yin Mo, what was going on with my father, whether my father was Tian Ruoshui, if Tian Ruoshui, hadn't Tian Ruoshui died early?These two people, Tian Ruoshui and Hua Fan, will always appear in the mouths of storytellers. Some people say that Tian Ruoshui was originally a demon, while others say that he was originally a handsome young man who captured the hearts of many girls in white clothes. Some people say that he is the leader of the martial arts alliance and later became a devil, and some people say that Tian Ruoshui is a flirtatious woman in white clothes.

My father was expressionless when he heard this.

By the way, when did my dad mention it to me, where's his name?

I slammed into the person in front of me, I don't know if it was the sick Bai San or my senior brother, if my senior brother still gets ripped off and ridiculed, Mr Bai San is fine, he will only tell me to walk Be careful, you won't get started, but when I raised my eyes, I bumped into a pair of bloody red eyes, as if the long eyelashes were stained with snow. He squinted those coquettish eyes and smiled at me. I backed away in panic, behind my back I grabbed another person's hand suddenly, and I subconsciously waved the short dagger Xueman towards the back, and I hit something with a ding, and a helpless sigh came from behind, "I'm Sanqi." road.

I just breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Fan was turning the umbrella in his hand boredly, a white plum bloomed on the red background, and the white color was implicated into a coquettish appearance for no reason. I looked at the umbrella and remembered that there was a similar one in the shop behind me, and Mr. Wei also had it. Such an umbrella, but this umbrella is obviously not something that Palace Master Huafanhua made casually when he was bored. The umbrella surface is weaved with the warp and weft broken, but if it is Palace Master Huafanhua, it must not be silk.

"Beautiful lady Qingben, don't just draw your sword." He said with a smile, and raised his hand at me, intending to lift up my fence, when a gust of wind came, Sanqi behind grabbed my collar. I mentioned back, a corner of the thing he had been holding was exposed, it was an iron rod, I never thought that Sanqi would make a sudden move, I watched him walk in front of me with a dazed face, in a gesture of protecting me.

"Young master, please respect yourself." He said coldly, pointing the iron rod in his hand at Hua Fan.

Hua Fan hooked the corners of her lips, and said: "Bai Sanqi, you clearly know that I and your young master know each other, why bother to stop me." He turned the umbrella handle, Hua Fan only did it perfunctorily She wore a wig to cover up her unusually conspicuous silver hair, her face remained unchanged, she was only dressed in white, and her black hair was loosely tied.

I have never seen anyone who can dress so coquettishly in white.

"The third son asked me to protect him all the way, that's all."

"Third Young Master said so, and I will do it if I lose my life."

Sanqi said indifferently, saying it out of his mouth at the expense of his life was so simple and plain, as if it was just a trivial matter, but when he said it, every word was loud and heavy, with firm belief.

"Forget it, the members of the Bai family are either a stick of wood or obsessed with lunatics. I still have something to do. The road is far away. See you next time." He said lazily, and entered Tingxue Pavilion, where I just came out.

A thought suddenly came to me, I grabbed Hua Fan's sleeve and asked, "Aren't you going to see that Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng too?"

"You lift the veil, I want to see you." He answered irrelevant questions, his eyes were joking, and his tone was like a joke, and he added: "Sanchi is a stick of wood, but if he dies in this seat Underling, Third Young Master Bai will care, he is a troublesome person, I don't want to be an enemy of him."

"Obviously Third Young Master Bai led me here, how can I blame me?" He twirled the umbrella in his hand, with an innocent look on his face, looking a bit childish.

I smiled, pushed aside Mi Li, and let him look at me. I played with Xueman in my hand, holding the tone of a woman, the voice was sweet and sweet, and I felt very sick when I heard that voice.

"My lord, you owe me three knives, and sooner or later I will get it back." I tried my best to speak casually, and said this sentence with the same tone and voice, as if it was a joke.

"Three swords? Huh? Is that so?" He squinted his eyes and spoke meaningfully, biting the three words maliciously. The tone of his speech was used to talk about ambiguous love, whispering in the lover's ear, under the bright star river Swear that life and death are inseparable.To be honest, I really wanted to rush up and give him three knives, but Sanqi was here, my senior brother and Mr. Bai San should not have left yet, I don't want them to get involved.

"Then please be sure to kill me when the first knife falls." He said carelessly, and after finishing speaking, he put away the umbrella in his hand and walked away with it.

He is dressed in white like snow, but I feel that what he is stepping on is not the solid ground, but the fallen corpses and blood all over the place. He is about to step on this road and step into the endless abyss.He was a person who was surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The bones accumulated under his feet were like snow, and his blood flowed like a river.

Since when am I a soft-hearted person, this idea is really a joke.

"Well, where is the third son of your family?" I turned around and asked Sanqi with a little resentment.

Sanqi pointed to the pastry shop diagonally opposite. My senior brother was carrying a paper bag. He wanted to hold Mr. Bai's hand, but was rejected miserably.

Incidentally, the way he waved at me was the same as the way he was feeding Cookmaid Zhao's cat.What are you doing with such a brother?

"I saw..." I walked over, and before I could say anything, my senior brother quickly lifted up the fence and stuffed a piece of pastry into my mouth, ah, it is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Third Young Master Bai likes, the fragrance is very strong, The pastry is soft and glutinous.

"There are too many people, so let's talk about it when we go back." Third Young Master Bai took a look at me and knew exactly what I looked like, so he gave a word to comfort me.

Why is this a bit like giving a cat something smooth?I thought, biting the pastry without speaking.

After eating the pastry, I wiped the pastry crumbs from the corners of my lips, some thin red stains stained my hands, I frowned, looked at Bai San in front of me, still puzzled why he took me to see Yin Mo, obviously he could tell me by himself Yes, you can also use other methods.

"Why did you take me to see him?" I asked. The words were endless, but Bai Jiangqing would know what I was asking. If you are with smart people, you have to guard against being calculated by smart people, so I don't like smart people very much.

I like to stay with ordinary ordinary people. Ordinary people are not black and white, but gray, with little good and little evil, and the seven emotions and six desires are ordinary and vivid.

"What do you think of him?" Third Young Master Bai asked me back.

"Not very good, the whole person looks like a dying person." I replied.

"The most heart disease is difficult to cure." The third young master Bai suddenly turned his head to look at me, and his amber eyes fell on me. I had the illusion that his eyes were compassionate, but the thought dissipated in the next second, and the reason was nothing more than other, Bai The third young master suddenly squinted his eyes and smiled, the corners of his lips curled into sarcasm, and the warm amber color was also affected by that smile, turning into a high-profile irony, mixed with the nobility on his body, it was too sharp, and the whole person looked like A newly unsheathed magical weapon after being dusty for many years.

"You should know that Huiji will be hurt, and love will never last."

"You should take him as a warning." He looked at me and issued an elder's warning.

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