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The carriage drove until dusk, and came to a courtyard surrounded by flowers and trees.

This other courtyard was rented by Sanbao when renting a car, and it was placed in the mountains to entertain leisure travelers.

Fu Jingxuan got off the car, stood outside the half-person-high fence and looked into the yard. The furnishings in the yard were old, but they were cleaned very cleanly. There was a stone table, two old trees, and thatched huts, all alone in the mountains. Little 憇.Right in front of the yard is a gentle river, and right behind it is a majestic mountain. On the top of the mountain is an unnamed ancient temple. You can listen to the Zen rhyme of the pine, and watch the river sunset. It is a good place to visit the quiet.

I will stay here tonight. There is a bed and a couch in the house, a square table with four corners for eating, and a few sets of official dishes on the table. If you bring your own belongings, you can take them aside.Sanbao unloaded the luggage from the carriage, placed them in the house one by one, and then ran to the kitchen in the yard to start a fire and cook. The meals for today and tomorrow will be prepared by the dumb uncle. Simply cook some porridge and heat it up again Two sugar cakes are enough for a meal.

Getting out of the car this time, Fu Jingxuan did not push Fang Zesheng, but handed him over to the driver who accompanied him all the way, and wandered around in the yard by himself.After a while, the coachman pushed Fang Zesheng in from the courtyard, handed him the wheelchair politely, and ran to the kitchen to help.

Fang Zesheng remained silent all along, his eyes were slightly lowered, his fingers were wet, as if he had just washed his hands.

Second Master Fu smiled and said, "I've told you I'll help you, but you just won't let me."

Fang Zesheng's cheeks were flushed, and he pretended to cough, pretending nothing happened.

At this time it was still early and the sun had not completely set, Fu Jingxuan came to the house, took out the chessboard that he had prepared early in the morning, put it on the wooden couch in front of the paper window, Fang Zesheng said: "Do you want to play a game? "

Fang Zesheng was bullied all the way by him, and now he finally had a chance to save face, so he raised his eyebrows, let him support him, leaned against the window, and picked up a chess piece.

Holding the black first, Fu Jingxuan took the lead.

When it comes to chessboard accomplishments, Fu Jingxuan is a little bit worse than Fang Zesheng. When he was a child, he liked to move and not like to be quiet. Whenever he could sit down with peace of mind, he was always accompanied by Fang Zesheng. .He thinks he has already figured out Fang Zesheng's chess style. He seems to be gentle, but in fact there are backhands everywhere. The two people often play games at odds, and sometimes Fu Jingxuan can win more. Make him happy for a long time.

This time this round has changed from the previous approach, Baizi's placement is the ultimate move, hitting Heizi back every day without showing any mercy.

The end game is approaching, and one more move will determine the winner. Fu Jingxuan sat cross-legged in front of the chess table, holding the chess piece between his fingers and deliberating for a long time, and finally landed on an empty space.

The corner of Fang Zesheng's mouth raised slightly, and just as he was about to close the chess piece, he saw Fu Jingxuan hurriedly grabbed his wrist, and picked up the chess piece that had just been dropped just now.

......

"This one doesn't count, let me think about it again."

Thinking of this, I thought about the moment when there was a stick of incense.

The food brought by Sanbao was already cold. Seeing that the two of them refused to eat, they exchanged a few pieces of sweet cakes that could satisfy their hunger, and lit a small lamp.

Taking advantage of Fu Jingxuan's immersion in the chess game, Fang Zesheng watched Fu Jingxuan quietly for a long time, in addition to the glowing lights in his eyes, there was also a touch of indulgence that had nowhere to hide.

In the middle of the night, insects sounded, Fu Jingxuan hadn't solved the chess game yet.

Fang Zesheng picked out the wick, "Sleep first, and we'll untie it tomorrow."

Fu Jingxuan asked: "Is it a dead end?"

Fang Zesheng said, "There is one thing that can be broken."

Fu Jingxuan wanted to ask him, but after a while, he shook his head, put the chess pieces on the table, helped him to the bedside, undressed and went to sleep.

At dawn the next day, Erye Fu ran to the chessboard again in his middle coat, thinking hard.

Sanbao was entrusted by the dumb uncle, while serving Fang Zesheng to dress and wash, he stretched his head to look at his young master, and said in a low voice, "The master is really good, I have never seen the young master face such difficulties when playing chess."

Fang Zesheng's brows and eyes were gentle, he put down the mouthwash cup in his hand, thanked the three treasures, went to the dining table to eat some porridge, and came to the yard with two blank picture scrolls.

In the yard, Erye Fu could be seen leaning against the window with his disheveled hair, sometimes smiling, frowning and shaking his head.Fang Zesheng unfolded a pair of scrolls, sat in front of the stone table, and carefully sketched the scenery in front of the window.

After a long time, the painting was completed, and Fu Jingxuan finally broke the chess game. He yelled at Fang Zesheng through the window. Fang Zesheng raised his eyes, and just saw his flying eyebrows fall into the mountains. His heart moved, he picked up a pen and wrote on the painting scroll: Two sentences:

Qiuping, green water and mountain courtyard.

There is something in front of the falling shadow window.

After finishing writing, he hurriedly covered it with a blank drawing paper, outlined the bluegrass with a few strokes, and pretended to describe the details.

Fu Jingxuan hurriedly went to the bed, washed and dressed, ate a few mouthfuls of food, and came out with the chessboard. He saw that he was sketching bluegrass, looked around, and pressed the chessboard on the drawing paper, "Is there half a bluegrass in this yard?" ?”

Fang Zesheng said, "I have it in my heart."

Second Master Fu glanced at him: "How wasteful is it to grow grass in your heart? It's better to grow me. You can think about it if you have nothing to do."

Fang Zesheng didn't make a sound, secretly covered the picture scroll with Fu Erye, picked up a chess piece, and blocked the chess game he had cracked.

I originally planned to walk in the mountains today, but I didn't expect that the game of chess would not be decided until the evening. In the end, Fu Jingxuan won for half an eye, stretched his waist with a smile, and pushed Fang Zesheng to the riverside for a walk .

This river has no name and no surname, and there is no end in sight from south to north. There is a fishing lamp standing on the riverside.Fu Jingxuan ordered Three Treasures to bring two cloaks, put them on with Fang Zesheng, and sat on the ground together, fishing quietly by the river.

He doesn't like fishing.

Neither fishing nor playing chess was Fu Jingxuan's childhood favorite.

He likes to run and jump, and every time he comes to the mountains, he will search for new things all over the mountains and plains, and he can't be idle for a moment.

Now I have been sitting like this for a whole day, but I have not gone anywhere.

Fang Zesheng listened to him yawn in boredom, lowered his eyes, and set his gaze on his own legs.

Fu Jingxuan sat side by side with him and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Fang Zesheng hesitated for a while, stroking the bamboo fishing rod with his thumb, and said after a long time, "I don't know... whether it's right or wrong to keep you by my side like this."

Fu Jingxuan said, "You don't think so?"

Fang Zesheng nodded with deep eyes.

"why?"

"You are so good, there should always be a healthy person to accompany you. It's good to pick pomegranates with you, or go out in autumn with you."

Fu Jingxuan smiled and said, "Really?"

Fang Zesheng frowned, and said reluctantly, "This is good for you."

Fu Jingxuan didn't answer this sentence, but asked: "Do you know which sentence is the most gentle and selfish in this world?"

Fang Zesheng was silent.

Fu Jingxuan looked at him: "That's right, for your own good."

"Most of the people who can say this are self-righteous and gentle, but they don't know that this is downright selfish.

"What is really for me? Standing in my position, standing in my position, thinking what I think, is really for me."

"Instead of starting from your heart, I will do what you think. How can it be said that it is for my own good? This is obviously for your own good."

Fang Zesheng looked at him, "Then how can it be really good for you?"

Second Master Fu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Of course I follow my heart and think for my sake."

Fang Zesheng was silent for a long time, "What do you think?"

"What's on my mind, don't you know?" Fu Jingxuan poked his chest, and said solemnly again: "It's good to have you, and it's not good without you."

The float on the river sank suddenly, as if a fish had been hooked.

Fang Zesheng didn't look at the fish, but with the bright moon in his eyes, he raised Fu Jingxuan's chin and kissed the corner of his mouth.

One kiss was not enough.

After a pause for a while, he boldly pried open his lips again, and embraced him in his arms.