Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

The author has something to say: Well, Hanyan’s work unit is officially on holiday today. As a middle-aged woman with seniors and juniors, Hanyan is already preparing to leave for her in-law’s house to celebrate the New Year, and then she has to go back to her mother’s house... In short, it is inconvenient to surf the Internet during the Chinese New Year, so this article is temporarily suspended, and we will continue when next year comes...

I wish all the friends who read the article a happy new year!Good luck!

Zhan Zhao rode on the horse, looked in the direction, and patted the horse away.

Yang Jian said that he wanted to go to Xingkong Island to play, but Zhan Zhao was thinking about Bai Yutang's temperament, thinking that he had always been at odds with Yang Jian, and he was afraid that the white mouse might go crazy when he knew that Yang Jian was going to Xingkong Island, so Zhan Zhao decided to stick to it. Go ahead and say hello.

Xingkong Island is in Songjiang Mansion, not far from Baihua Ridge. Before leaving, Yang Jian and Zhan Zhao made an appointment to meet at the famous Jinghua Tea House in Songjiang Mansion. The Jinghua Tea House is next to Mohua Village Water and Land Wharf. Zhan Zhao secretly calculated that it would be best to catch up with Yang Jian, stop by Mohua Village to meet the Ding Heroes, and have a gift from his mother to the Ding family.

Thinking of Ding Yuehua, the little girl of the Ding family, she hadn't seen her for a few years since she got engaged, and she might have grown into a big girl now.Thinking about it, Zhan Zhao frowned slightly. The marriage between him and Yuehua was originally his favorite because of the martial arts competition, but he didn't have the intention of starting a family after so long. Thinking about it was also his own fault, delaying the girl for no reason .

Well, this time, I would like to express my apology a little bit.

But for some reason, Zhan Zhao seems to be thinking more about Yang Jian.Thinking of Yang Jian's unquestionable tone in his flat tone when he narrates a heart-throbbing word "like", does he feel the same way?During the time I met Yang Jian, I seemed to be more and more attached to him, and more and more eager to see him guarding him. What kind of emotion is this "like"?

Zhan Zhao's heart is still a little confused, but he has already understood what the inexplicable barrier in his heart is. When Yang Jian is not around, Zhan Zhao can calm down and think carefully about his thoughts and emotions.

Zhan Zhao suddenly found that he could no longer control his thoughts, and when he thought of Yang Jian, it was his strange eyes.At first glance, it is always turbulent, and in the calmness, Yang Jian hardly feels any emotional changes and ups and downs in his heart, but such a pair of deep eyes can easily make Zhan Zhao fall into the deep period and cannot control himself.That kind of sinking feeling is actually very comfortable and nostalgic, which makes people reluctant to part.

Thinking about it, Zhan Zhao's lips unconsciously showed a slight smile.

This smile made Zhan Zhao suddenly enthusiastic and high-spirited. After staying with Bao Zheng for a long time, he always kept investigating and investigating cases. In those dazzling cases, Zhan Zhao almost forgot that he was also But at the age of only in his twenties, it seems that only by Yang Jian's side can he be so relaxed, without any burden.

Yang Jian seems to be such a character who can control the world without any action.

What kind of background did he come from, what kind of background did he have, what kind of turbulent waves he experienced...

Zhan Zhao used to be very curious, but now he no longer wants to go into details. As long as Yang Jian is still by his side, then all problems will not be a problem.

The night gradually filled up, I don't know if it was a little cloudy or something, but the sight gradually became blurred.

Although he didn't make a deliberate choice, the road that Monkey King walked was getting more and more remote. The white horse still pulled the cart forward step by step, but it was no longer possible to see what kind of road the horse's hooves were on.

In the carriage, Yang Jian lit a lantern, and the orange light was very bright in the dark night.

Flipping through a book casually, Yang Jian seemed a little absent-minded.

Monkey King lifted the curtain of the car, poked his head in, and said, "Here we come."

Yang Jian flipped the pages of the book and let out an "um" from his nose without any indication.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but walked into the carriage, curiously looked at the book in Yang Jian's hand, and said, "Why are you so engrossed?"

Yang Jian slapped Sun Wukong's hand that touched the page, and said, "Han Yu's anthology, you don't even understand it."

Sun Wukong said: "I said I'm coming, did you listen?"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "I'm not deaf, I heard it."

Sun Wukong frowned and said, "You have nothing to say?"

Yang Jian looked up at him, raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "The great sage is capable of reaching the heavens, how can you be a bit of a monster? What's more, the great sage is thoughtful and considerate, so why should I talk too much?"

Sun Wukong snorted and said, "It doesn't hurt to curse people, does it?"

Yang Jian said: "Where, I am praising the Great Sage, what? Am I not sincere enough?"

Sun Wukong grinned and said: "It's okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going out!"

Yang Jian lowered his head and turned the page again, the light swayed slightly, making the writing on the page shake slightly, Yang Jian frowned slightly, closed his eyes and raised his hand to gently touch his forehead, a trace of sharpness gradually appeared between his lips, making Yang Jian's peaceful face instantly full of evil spirits , Even the air around him was slightly cold.

The darkness of the night gradually became purer, and the entire carriage seemed to have melted into the blackness, except for the faint lights on the windows, there was no light flickering anymore.

Sun Wukong sat leaning on the frame and curled his lips, thinking to himself: "Did my old grandson underestimate the attractiveness of Yang Jian's blood? Why does this damn smell even make me feel a little uneasy? Buddha bless you. Let the old grandson finish his speech, if something really happened to Yang Jian, even if the Buddha didn't take action, those people in the heaven would have to suppress my old grandson for another 500 years."

Sun Wukong muttered in his stomach, but finally couldn't help but lifted the curtain of the car and poked his head in again, only to see that Yang Jian had closed his eyes and fell asleep, so he called out softly, "Yang Jian!"

Yang Jian frowned and said helplessly, "What's the matter?"

Sun Wukong swallowed and murmured, "It's okay..."

Although Yang Jian didn't open his eyes, he could hear some helplessness and regret from Sun Wukong's sigh, and said with a smile: "It's best if you don't have anything to do. I'll tell you what I said first. Few of the Three Realms know that I went down to earth without permission. Later, you should act more swiftly and don't expose my true identity, otherwise, there is no need to wait for the Buddha to take action, and the Bodhisattva will put a golden hoop on you again to restrain your sloppy temperament."

Sun Wukong patted his head and said: "Forget it, are you still afraid of something that my old grandson will not justify?"

Yang Jian smiled, changed into a more comfortable posture, and said lightly: "I really can't help the Great Sage right now, remind me, pay attention when you swing your golden cudgel, I will Now, the bones of my body may not even be able to wipe away the wind swept by your stick."

Sun Wukong was a little angry, he threw down the curtain of the car, and said angrily: "Why do I sound like you are talking about watching a show?!"

Yang Jian said leisurely in the carriage: "Don't dare, I'm just telling you how weak I am now, and I have to thank you for taking good care of me, but it's much easier than when you were protecting Jin Chanzi back then."

Sun Wukong wanted to curse something, but he opened his mouth, but nothing came out, so he swallowed dryly, and said to himself, "It's much more relaxed? No wonder!"

Half an hour passed between the words, but the white horse gradually stopped its steps, stomped on the spot a few times, neighed softly and stopped moving forward.Sun Wukong shook his whole body to reveal his original shape, a pair of fiery golden eyes flashed a dazzling light in the dark night, instantly melting the dark space.

Zhan Zhao suddenly woke up from his light sleep in a panic. The night was already very deep, and there were a few faint sounds of watchmen knocking on the watch outside the inn, and the occasional sound of insects in the spring night, which set off the silence of the night even more.

Zhan Zhao turned over and got out of bed and lit the candle, under the dim candlelight Zhan Zhao was a little dazed, just now he felt panic and panic in his heart, why?nightmare?The strange thing is that I don't remember what kind of dream it was. I was already in a deep sleep, so why would I wake up suddenly?

Zhan Zhao got a glass of water and drank it slowly, puzzled.

Gently rubbing his chest, his heartbeat seemed to have just stabilized, and the sudden violent heartbeat seemed to make his chest a little painful.

Zhan Zhao walked a few steps in the room to the window, and pushed the window open with his backhand. The night was full of stars, except for a few wind lanterns in the corridor of the inn, there were no other lights flickering.

After thinking for a moment, Zhan Zhao hesitantly closed the window, blew out the candle and lay down on the bed again, but woke up for no reason, his eyes were sparkling, and he didn't even feel sleepy at all.