Just remember

Chun Jinran, who sent Qi Wanguan away, did not stay in Ruoshui Xiaozhu for long.When Xiahou Fu got married, Xiahou Zhengnan would definitely entertain guests and friends, but no matter how big the banquet was, it would be impossible to entertain him a stranger who was not relatives, so he had to think of a way to get in in less than a month—— It’s not impossible to get an invitation card, but if he used an invitation card to get in, he still couldn’t justify himself when asked by other guests, so it’s best to find an acquaintance who has an invitation card, and then bring him in as a “friend of a friend”.

"You really don't want to go?" Chun Jinran and Ding Ruoshui didn't have any worries about parting, as long as they wanted, they could go to each other's house anytime and anywhere, so the farewell words before leaving were replaced by gossip.

The daylight is just right, reflecting Chun Jinran's energetic face. Ding Ruoshui is most envious of his friends. He is always full of energy and curiosity, as if every day is completely different, and there are magnificent treasures waiting to be discovered: "You first Think about how to get yourself into the villa, I won't join in the fun."

"Okay," Chun Jinran felt a little disappointed, but still patted his friend on the shoulder understandingly, "You are here to help the world safely and save all sentient beings."

Ding Ruoshui kicked him angrily: "Hurry up and go."

Chun Jinran dodges nimbly, and turns around to leave amidst the smug laughter.

Ding Ruoshui stood where he was, watching his back getting farther and smaller, until he walked into the woods and was never seen again.

Chun Jinran, who left Ruoshui Xiaozhu, did not return to Chunfu, but went directly south, and arrived at the boundary of Yunzhong after a few days.

Speaking of Yunzhong, the first thing that comes to mind in Jianghu must be the Hang family in Yunzhong. After all, the Hang family is so prestigious that it eclipses other sects in Yunzhong.The Canglang Gang is one of them.

There are many waterways in the clouds, such as big rivers, small rivers, deep lakes and shallow lakes, criss-crossing, and the water business is also extended from this. The Canglang Gang started from this, and it has been handed down to the current gang leader Qiu Tianhai. It is the third generation. In his hands, it has reached its peak period.All the boats and boats that come and go on the Yunzhong River, on the surface, have their own affiliations, whether they are officials, civilians, goods, or fishermen, but in private, they must have a good relationship with the Canglang Gang, because it can protect you in the Yunzhong River. In the middle waters, the wind and waves are calm and unimpeded, but it can also make it difficult for you to move in the stormy waves.

Perhaps the prestige of the Canglang Gang cannot be compared with that of the Yunzhonghang family, but its network of connections in the Jianghu is inextricably linked, and no one dares to underestimate it. Therefore, the Canglang Gang must be invited before being invited to get married at Xiahou Villa. List.

Chun Jinran came here this time because he wanted to find convenience from a "chat friend".

"Sure enough, you are rich and powerful." Chun Jinran is not the first time to visit the Qiu Mansion, but it is the first time to walk through the main entrance. There are two gilt lion heads on the towering lacquered red gate. The workmanship is exquisite and lifelike. The door knocker is also gilt throughout, and there is no wear and tear, the whole ring is like brand new.It stands to reason that things like door knockers are touched and knocked several times a day, and it is impossible for the gilt to be so complete. If it is really as brand new, there is only one explanation—it is new.And it is very likely that it will be replaced frequently.

knock knock!

Knocking on the door knocker politely, Chun Jinran waited patiently.

Soon, a clean-dressed middle-aged man came out from the inside, looked at Chun Jinran nonchalantly, and asked politely, "Excuse me, are you..."

Chun Jinran hurriedly reported his family name: "Jinran in Xiachun, come to visit Bailang, Young Hero Bai at the mansion."

When the other party heard Bailang's name, he frowned slightly. Although it passed by briefly, this subconscious reaction did not escape Chun Jinran's eyes.Chun Jinran's heart sank, and he regretted being so abrupt, but he still kept a calm smile on his face.

"So it's Mr. Bai's friend. The old slave salutes, please come in." The middle-aged man said kindly, and his hands moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, the door was opened, with the appearance of a friend coming from afar.

Now that it has come, it will be safe, and Chun Jinruan pushed the boat along the water and stepped into the gate of Qiu Mansion.

The middle-aged man arranged for Chun Jinran to sit in the main hall for a while, saying that he was going down to report, but Chun Jinran waited for almost a stick of incense, but he didn't see anyone again.In the future of Bailang, the old slave has not returned, and there is not even a maid who serves tea. He seems to be forgotten, sitting in this empty main hall, full of dust and dust, smoke from his throat, exhausted and full of resentment.

Finally, when Chun Jinran wanted to leave without Bailang's face, the middle-aged man came back, but what he brought back was not Bailang, but another young man in rich clothes, in his early 20s, with a round face, and at first glance he was still handsome. It's a little childish, but if you look into his eyes, it's another scene.

"I'm sorry, I was troubled by some trivial matters just now, so I kept you waiting for a long time." The young man's words were very polite, but he went straight past Chun Jinran and sat on the main seat in the main hall.

Chun Jinran got up, still clasped his fists slightly, and treated each other with courtesy: "Jinran next spring."

The young man didn't get up, but just nodded his head to show that he understood. At the same time, he omitted the "red tape" and directly threw out his name: "Qiu Yang."

Chun Jinran was upset, but he was "under the eaves", he was indeed "under the eaves", so he could only bear with it: "It turns out that he is the son of Chief Qiu, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Qiu Yang didn't answer, but cut straight to the point: "I heard you came to see Bailang?"

Chun Jinran didn't pay much attention to those "red tapes", and sat back in the chair slowly, and said, "Exactly."

After looking at him for a moment, he raised his eyebrows: "Chun Jinran... I haven't heard of this name in Jianghu."

Chun Jinran sees the trick: "Little man, it's normal that Young Master Qiu has never heard of it."

Qiu Yang looked innocent: "It seems that Bailang has never mentioned your name."

Chun Jinran kept smiling: "It's worthless to always talk about it, but a true friend is the one you keep in your heart."

"That's really good." Qiu Yang nodded, looking very teachable, "Then I dare to ask you why you came here this time?"

Chun Jinran said the truth: "If you have something to ask."

Qiu Yang tilted his head: "Can you talk to me?"

Chun Jinran smiled sincerely and harmlessly: "No."

Qiu Yang narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't expect to be rejected so directly: "Oh?"

Chun Jinran said unhurriedly: "Since I am asking, of course I can only find friends. My friendship with Young Master Qiu is still shallow, so how dare I open my mouth."

Qiu Yang smiled: "That's right. Then wait a moment, Bailang is also troubled by trivial matters, and I'm afraid it won't be finished in a while."

"Even so," Chun Jinran said as he stood up and saluted, "Then I'll come back another day."

Qiu Yang sat in the chair and didn't move at all: "No."

Chun Jinran didn't bother to look at his dead face anymore, so she turned around and left.

It's night, beside the river in the clouds.

Chun Jinran leaned against a weeping willow.The surface of the river in the distance is dark, and it is hard to tell where is the water and where is the sky; but it is different nearby, the little fishing torches make the river bank cute and cute, and the stars make the night sky look distant and charming, one red, one white, one Warm, deserted, intertwined into a beautiful night scene.

"Young man, what are you doing here if you don't go home late at night?" The fishermen on the boat were chatting in twos and threes at first, but when they had nothing to talk about, they noticed Chun Shaoxia on the shore.

Looking at the night sky, Chun Shaoxia was full of thoughts: "You talk about yours, don't worry about me, I'm just here to blow the wind."

The fisherman suddenly realized: "The wind is strong by the river, so it's right to come here when the wind blows."

Chun Shaoxia's black line inevitably misunderstood, so he had to explain: "Sometimes the wind blows, but what blows is not the wind, but the poems in the wind, the wine in the wind, the love in the wind, and the people in the wind."

The fishermen looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally lay back in their respective boat tents tacitly, and ended the conversation with their own actions.

night, deeper.

The fishermen in the canopy have already fallen asleep soundly, following the gentle ups and downs of the river, having these sweet dreams...

woo-

woohoo-

Ohh Ohh ohh--

Then, in the strange voice, woke up.

"what sound?"

"I do not know."

"Who's crying?"

"Who can cry so ugly!"

"Ghost chant, ghost crying and wolf howling."

"Go away, don't scare people..."

All the fishermen climbed up one after another, looked around, and saw under the moonlight, in the shadow of willows, the person who had been sitting had already stood up, looking at the river, and blowing with a stick.

The bold one asked with a trembling voice, "Young man, what are you doing?"

The figure put down the stick, and the humming stopped abruptly: "Play the flute."

The brave fisherman is very naive: "Didn't you say that you only blow the wind..."

Another timid but curious fisherman stopped his fellow fisherman and asked a more technical question: "Are you playing... a flute?"

The figure held his head high and held his chest high: "Of course."

Curious fisherman: "Why is it different from what I have heard before..."

The figure stood proudly: "This is called the Flute of Sorrow."

Curious fisherman: "What does it mean to be sad?"

The figure patiently explained: "Uncomfortable, sad."

The curious fisherman realized: "Sure enough, I am very disappointed..."

woo-

woohoo-

Ohh Ohh ohh--

The fishermen are all honest people, and the words have come to an end, and the young talents are persistent, so they can't say anything more, so they have to lie back on the fishing boat again, cover their ears with tattered clothes, and at the same time silently apologize to the temple on the mountain not far away, In the past, the bells of Hanshan Temple were always scolded for disturbing people's dreams. Now, with the "sorrowful flute sound" as a comparison, I really hope that the bells of the temple will ring for a thousand years.

The song is over.

Chun Jinran put down his broken flute and stared intently at the only water on the shore where no fishing boats were moored.

As if there was an induction, a few blisters suddenly appeared on the originally flat water surface, and ripples were created when the bubbles burst. Before the ripples dissipated, a head popped out of the water. His hair was wet on his face, not to mention his expression, he couldn't even see his face clearly, but his big grinning mouth and white teeth gleamed under the moonlight——

"Chun Jinran, people play the flute to enjoy themselves, but you play the flute to kill!"