The bright moon sits on the ground

"What time is it?"

"Uncle Zhong, it's Xu time!"

A crisp voice sounded cheerfully, and the girl with light brown eyes circled around the man a few times before stopping.

The middle-aged man called Uncle Zhong nodded, and was about to ring the copper bell in his hand, but he put down his hand worriedly, looked down at the girl who was holding his clothes, and said carefully: "Rong Son, do you remember what I told you then?"

Chen Rong rested her chin with her chubby fingers and thought for a while.

"Uncle Zhong, are you referring to the phrase 'If you don't hear someone answering, don't ring the bell rashly'?"

Uncle Zhong said, "Is there another sentence?"

"After asking three times, you must ring the brass bell."

The man nodded in satisfaction, and a hoarse voice sounded in the mansion, "It's time to ring the bell."

He rang the copper bell in his hand, and in an instant, the sound of copper bells rang out throughout the mansion, as if echoing the one in his hand. There is a sense of reassuring solemnity.

Chen Rong listened intently for a while, and waited for the bell to die down, then stepped on the crackling fallen leaves, ran to the door, stretched out his hand to twist the huge winch, used both hands, and exerted all the strength of his whole body. Barely fell half of the wooden wall.

Uncle Zhong shook his head helplessly, gently pushed the little girl aside, and with a few strokes, the wall fell down, and the wooden planks creaked out, buckled to the shore, and built a solid bridge.

Seeing Uncle Zhong twisting the capstan there, Chen Rong jumped up and down to look outside through the gradually widening gap, and smiled happily after seeing the familiar red figure, "Sister Yuan, you are late this time." About half an hour!"

The girl in red didn't look too big, she looked about three or four years older than Chen Rong, but her face was calm, her pupils were astonishingly dark, as if it couldn't let in any light, and there was a small star under her left eye. small mole.

Across a bridge, she softened her expression after hearing Chen Rong's voice, "The thing I met this time is very tricky, next time I will come earlier."

At this time, the wooden bridge had completely fallen, Chen Yuan walked up slowly, and the young people behind her followed closely, and soon entered the mansion.

"Uncle Zhong." After Chen Yuan bowed his eyes respectfully, he turned his head to look at the extremely lively little girl.

Her younger sister was born with great strength, but due to her poor health, she couldn't fully use this amazing talent, but it was enough to make other people in the family look at her favorably.

Uncle Zhong responded with a smile, and with a light touch, the winch turned quickly and retracted the wooden bridge, and soon the dark door was closed again, leaving no gap on the wall, as if it had never appeared before.

As soon as the door was closed, a complex pattern gradually appeared on the dark wall inside.

The pattern is human-like but not human-like, wearing a robe, standing on one foot, the other foot is hanging on the waist, and a fan is hanging on the waist, with a half-smile on his face, and a huge "" Step" word.

With an iron fan on his body and a nose like a bull's nose, it is the waste of evil spirits.

Bu Chenyuan has always been reticent and quiet, only when he sees the little girl can he spare some energy to tease her.

She was rubbing the top of Chen Rong's soft hair, and just as the corners of her lips curled up a little, her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance.

Bu Chenyuan suppressed his smile, stood up straight, and took back all the remaining tenderness on his face.

The Bu family members are not prosperous, and the direct bloodlines are even fewer. Her father's generation only has him and Uncle Zhong left, while her generation has three descendants: Chenyuan, Chenyuan, and Chenrong.

Chen Yuan is the daughter of the head of the Bu family, and Chen Rong is adopted by the second head of the family, Uncle Zhong.

And stepping into the abyss——

Bu Chenyuan didn't escape or evade, he followed that gaze straightly and looked over with a calm expression on his face.

The young man was looking at her from afar, and was stabbed by her gaze, but he didn't look away, his eyes hidden under the thick eyelashes flickered, his teeth bit his lower lip lightly, as if he wanted to say something .

"It's time to go back." Bu Chenyuan quickly looked away and said loudly.

Several youths behind her bowed to her and went back to their own low buildings.

When Bu Chenyuan left for the last time, she took Bu Chenrong, who was chattering, by her hand. She looked into the distance casually, and saw that there was no one on the top floor of the low building, so she lowered her eyes and followed Uncle Zhong. The ancestral hall.

By the time Bu Chenyuan came out of the ancestral hall again, it was already the branches of the moon.

Naturally, neither the moon nor the sun can be seen in the Bu family's mansion.

Bu Chenyuan counted the time, the Bu family has always paid attention to inheritance, she has knelt in the ancestral hall for two hours, and at this time, there should be a bright moon hanging outside - she looked at the pitch-black roof, and in the blink of an eye, she thought that The shining light is the moon.

Holding a white paper lantern in her hand, she walked back to her low building along the familiar road.

The low building where Bu Chenyuan lived was painted with a layer of red paint, and it was not far from the ancestral hall, so it was easy to identify.

The girl in red hung the lantern by the door, turned around and closed the carved wooden door.

The room was very quiet, Bu Chenyuan lit the candle lamp, stood in front of the wooden table in the corner, bowed his head and meditated for a moment.

She slowly rubbed the ink away, dipped a little with a brush made of wolf hair, and unconsciously drew complex patterns on the rice paper.

"It shouldn't be done here."

After a while, Bu Chenyuan unfolded the rice paper filled with writing beside the candle lamp, looked at it carefully, and then sighed softly.

Although her father didn't reprimand her tonight, Bu Chenyuan, as the next Patriarch, naturally has stricter requirements on herself. Every time she returns after going out, she will think about what she did that day and keep improving.

The upper floors of the short building became restless, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came from above her head.

Bu Chenyuan was not surprised, he put the thin rice paper close to the candle, and burned it to ashes in an instant.

The moment the last piece of paper was burned to ashes, the upstairs fell silent again.

Although it was quiet upstairs, Bu Chenyuan frowned suddenly, stood in front of the table with his hands behind his back, and said, "Aren't you coming in yet?"

After a while, the wooden window really creaked open.

The boy supported the window sill with his palm, and flipped in lightly, his face was still expressionless, but his eyes were bright.

Once the distance between the two is close, it is not difficult to find similarities in appearance.

Bu Chenyuan turned his head to look at Bu Chenyuan. The boy who was several months younger than her had already grown up, with a well-proportioned frame, slender limbs, and deep eyebrows. Above is Mr. Pianpian.

He was wearing the clothes of the direct lineage of the Bu family, the same red dress, with wasted embroidery on the back, which was similar to Bu Chenyuan's. It doesn't look strange, but it makes the expressionless face a little more human.

"Did Uncle Zhong tell you not to go out casually on weekdays?"

Bu Chenyuan's sullen face and admonishment look very much like her father, he has the aura of the head of the Bu family, even Bu Chenrong will tearfully admit his mistakes when he sees her, but Bu Chenyuan has seen her like this a lot, Lifting her thin lips, she spit out the word "said".

Seeing that Bu Chenyuan wanted to continue talking, he stretched out his left hand hidden behind his back and held it in front of her eyes.

At that time, Bu Chenyuan just glanced at it from a distance, but did not do anything out of line, and Bu Chenyuan couldn't go on talking. At this time, seeing Bu Chenyuan took out something, his attention was half-divided ,"What's this?"

Bu Chenyuan didn't answer, but just put the thing in Bu Chenyuan's hands.

It was a picture scroll, tied up with a red thread, so it was impossible to see what was painted inside.

Bu Chenyuan took the painting, removed the red thread, and waved the scroll to open.

Then a splash-ink landscape painting appeared in front of Bu Chenyuan. Where the brush and ink passed, mountains and rivers alternated, and the moonlight flowed. What was painted was the scene of continuous and towering mountains under the moon. She couldn't help but lost her mind and murmured: "Isn't this the Fengxue Mountain Range?"

The Bu family's mansion is located in this snow-capped mountain range. It is bitingly cold in winter, but there is not even a little snow falling.

She never left the mansion at night, so she didn't know what the moon looked like. She only vaguely knew the sentence "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows on the rocks" from the book, and she read it happily for many years.

Bu Chenyuan stroked the dried ink with his fingers, and the expression on his face gradually softened.

Her second brother was not born to Uncle Zhong, but her own half-brother.

After his mother was pregnant with her, his father temporarily left the Bu family due to some incidents. When he came back, Bu Chenyuan had already been born, but he didn't mention what he had encountered outside. He still smiled elegantly and gently, but his body was infected with All wounded.

After that, my father took over the position of head of the Bu family, and never stepped out of the ancestral hall since then.

Several years later, when Bu Chenyuan was seven years old, his father and mother had a rare big fight.

"When you told me back then, I didn't say anything, but now you say you want to take over that evil seed?"

Mother's voice trembled with anger.

She was still young at that time, but she also knew what they were arguing about. In the end, her father made a calculation, made a fortune, and sighed: "After all, it is my family."

So Bu Chenyuan was taken back to the Bu family, and of course he was very unpopular.

After all, his biological mother was a member of the Divine Cauldron Sect. She didn't practice the method of corpses, but she practiced the method of seducing people and souls very well. Even Bu Chenyuan's father was drugged after a serious injury. made his mother conceive him.

The Bu family has never meddled in Jianghu affairs, let alone colluded with that sect, so naturally they disdain it.

In particular, Bu Chenyuan is somewhat similar to his mother, and fortunately he is introverted, and he is fine on weekdays, and he looks like that woman when he smiles.

For the sake of the family's reputation, only a few people know this secret, and Bu Chenyuan is named the eldest son of Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong was unrestrained and unrestrained when he was young, and owed a lot of romantic debts, so it's okay to say that How many doubts.

On the one hand, it was because of the resistance to Bu Chenyuan's life experience, and on the other hand, he was afraid that people would find out the truth. In the past few years, Bu Chenyuan often seemed to be imprisoned in the low building where he lived, and occasionally stood on the high platform and looked up. Look, I don't know what I'm thinking.

And the current painting may be when Bu Chenyuan was brought back.

The ignorant boy followed a few people he didn't know. He looked up in the silence, the moon was on the branches, the cold current was raging, and there was still no snow on the Fengxue Mountain.

Bu Chenyuan's knuckle-boned fingers lightly stroked the moon hanging in the sky, "The bright moon rises in the east."

"This is for me?"

Bu Chenyuan said "hmm", "If it's inconvenient, just put it away."

He has a little bit of painting skills, but he can draw such a painting based on his feelings. If his father or mother came to his room, they would definitely praise him after seeing it, and they would probably ask where the painting came from. Where did it come from.

"It's okay." Bu Chenyuan's dark eyes seemed to be tinged with the warmth of a candle, "Since you sent me as a gift, I will definitely hang it up."

She carefully rolled up the scroll and put it aside.

Received a favorite gift, Bu Chenyuan's tone was more gentle than usual, she rolled up a large sleeve, showing her white and slender wrist, "Chen Yuan, come here and let me see what I taught you last time. How much is it?"

The father gave way in front of the mother, and did not give in to Bu Chenyuan to learn the unique skills of the Bu family.But Bu Chenyuan discovered his extraordinary talent by accident, and couldn't bear to let such a talent be buried, so he would quietly teach him something from time to time.

Bu Chenyuan's heart trembled when she called the word "Chenyuan", he subconsciously clenched his lower lip, and then let go.

Seeing that Bu Chenyuan was going to grind the ink, Bu Chenyuan took a few steps closer, raised his finger slightly, as if he wanted to hold her cuff that was flying up and down in the shadow of the candle, but stopped after a few inches, In the end, they didn't touch each other.