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Before Song Ling entered Jiangdong, he had written to tell Wang Fuyang that although he would be sent to Jiangdong on patrol, he had some friendship with Wang Fuyang.

Wang Fuyang closed the invitation, asked his entourage to take the reward silver cake and handed it to Tong Yu, and said with a smile: "Let your husband go to the Xiaolian Mountain Welcome Pavilion to wait for me first, I still have a few things to throw away here." If you don't open your hands, you will find him for a drink within half a quarter of an hour."

"Our lord knows the prince's temperament, so we don't need you to tell him. We have already taken the mule to Xiaolian Mountain. I guess the son has gone halfway by now. The little one was thinking about the prince. If you ask where my lord is now, it's hard to deal with it! Looking at it now, it's no wonder that the lord is not close to anyone and only speculates with the prince." Tong Yu accepted the reward and replied with a smile.

Wang Fuyang clapped his palms and laughed, "You are a wonderful person. This person really depends on fate. There are at least a hundred brothers in the main branch of my Wang family, but I don't like to associate with them. Shan and Duyu hit it off, you Tell him, I will not keep him long."

Tong Yu agreed, and Wang Fuyang ordered the boys to harness the horses and send him to Xiaolian Mountain.

West Market, Mule Farm

"Old man, don't look, I'm here!" There are too many people selling mules in the West Market, and Luo Jinnian can't explain why he wants to buy a deaf mule. On the other side of the street, the hands gathered into a trumpet shape and shouted at the top of their voices.

"Where is it? Where is it?" The old mule seller is too old, he can hear the sound, but the sound of people, water, flowers and birds is the same to him, they are all rumbling.

Luo Jinnian scratched his hair irritably, closed his eyes, and walked into the mule farm on the soft and slippery ground. He had never missed Xiao Shuanzi so much.

"Here! You're deaf and your eyes can't work, and you don't know how to reach out to pick up the ready-made silver." Luo Jinnian popped out a finger and pressed it on the old man's shoulder, closed his eyes and turned the man around, and took it very quickly. Xia Wang Juan ripped open the old man's skirt and stuffed it in the purse that Wang Juan had given him.

The old man was still in a daze, and suddenly felt a heavy lump in his chest, and at the same time, the several strands of reins in his hand were taken away. In a hurry, the old man grabbed Luo Jinnian to prevent him from taking the mule away, and started crying: "Mr. You can’t take it all away, you don’t have enough money, I’ve only raised a few mules in my whole life, and some of them were taken away by the old man the day before yesterday, now I can’t do it anymore, give me a way to survive, sir!” Luo Jinnian knelt down.

The money Luo Jinnian gave was actually a lot more, but the old man was not only hard of hearing, but also half-blind, and had been tricked many times by gangsters with stones.Now that he was suddenly stuffed with a large bag of money, he thought he was being fooled with stones.

However, Luo Jinnian is also a master who doesn't know the price of tea, rice, oil and salt. Seeing the old man's demeanor that he would die at any moment in grief, he thought it was really not enough money.Although Luo Jinnian has many faults, he has never owed anyone money, so he immediately put on a jade crown and stuffed it with the old man, "Is this enough?"

The old man couldn't see clearly a pair of tricks, so he just cried and howled.

The rest of the mule sellers were stunned. One of them was the most fat-headed and big-eared. He tied his own mule to a tree without any care, and approached obsequiously, pretending to hold his fists together: "So that this master will know, This old man Qu is deaf and blind and doesn't understand the good intentions of the master, why not let the master go first and let the young man settle the matter between the old man and the old man?" He said with all his might and forcefully pulled the old man off Luo Jinnian. .

Luo Jinnian has always been chased and hugged by people, now his patience has long run out, he nodded and turned around to leave, Fang took two steps and a faded ink painting flashed in his mind very quickly, in a bustling street scene, there was a person standing opposite him, facing You can't see the appearance clearly because of the fog, but you can only hear the man saying: "You never care about the head and the tail when you do things, and you don't want others to bear the kindness of your occasional charity."

"Wait," Luo Jinnian pressed his temple and suddenly turned around.

The mule dealer was pressing the old man to pick out the jade crown and purse in his arms. He was taken aback by Luo Jinnian's sudden movement, and then he let go of his hand with a smile on his face: "Master, is there anything unfinished? Buy some small mules and bring them to you..."

"I am an old acquaintance with Brother Juan from the Wang family here, and the purse I gave him was given to me by Brother Juan." Luo Jinnian glanced over the purse, and continued: "If I know that you are bullying the old and the weak, You still know what will happen."

The mule dealer was half scared when he heard the word "Wang". He pulled out his purse with shaking hands and saw that the word "Wang" was indeed embroidered with gold thread on the corner. Lie on the ground and swear that you will never deceive the old.

Luo Jinnian speaks outright and strong, as if he and Wang Juan are real brothers.Seeing that the mule dealer was terribly frightened, he got more stubborn and continued to talk: "It's not just you," Luo Jinnian pointed at the old man, then looked around and pointed at the people in the mule farm, "No matter who the old man was robbed in the end, it's a lie. Now, as long as the money I gave him today is gone, let me know in the future that it will all be on you."

Scared Wanren was in a good mood immediately, and led the mule out of the mule yard briskly.

The most important thing in his work is ostentation, and mules are not enough. Does the dignified general want to drive these idiots to Xiaolian Mountain himself?That can't be done!

Luo Jinnian pulled up the Wang Juan flag again, and called four or five young men to drive the mules for him. He was born well, and his aura was the domineering one raised in the pile of gold and silver. The hypocrisy was seen through.

There was a young man who was alert and quick-witted. Seeing that this imposing young man seemed to be going on a long journey, he immediately went to the tailor shop and asked the shopkeeper for a saddle bag with brocade on the mule's back. He respectfully invited Luo Jinnian to sit on it.

A group of people tossed for a long time, and finally set off.

Xiaolian Mountain is worthy of being a famous mountain in the east of the Yangtze River. The mountain has both the majesty of the north and the unique beauty of the south of the Yangtze River. Standing outside the welcoming pavilion, Song Ling looks into the distance. No matter how good your eyesight is, you can't see clearly.

At this time, a cheerful laugh came from behind: "Duyu is in a good mood, the top of Xiaolian Mountain is the most beautiful, and the fairy trail of the sea of ​​clouds is the most beautiful scene in the world. The weather is fine today, why don't you and I climb up impromptu?"

Song Ling turned around and saluted: "In the past, I never expected to see you today when I went to Beijing. I don't know if your father's mourning hall is still safe?"

Wang Fuyang turned out from the corner, stepped up the stone steps and waved his hands: "You and I don't need to perform this set of ceremonies, my parents are in good health, today we don't talk about ordinary things, just talk about farewell."

"As you said," Song Ling agreed with a smile, took off the cloak and handed it to Tong Yu, walked to Wang Fuyang's side and went up the mountain side by side with him.

The two of them were knowledgeable, and they both had a lot of money in their chests. They talked and laughed all the way, and they didn't realize they were halfway up the mountain.

When Song Ling saw that the heat was enough, he smiled and said to Wang Fuyang: "I once heard that your father is a great Confucian in the world, and I admired him very much, but I never got to meet him. How about a taste of wishful thinking?"

Now that Gongyangtu is approaching the Patriarch of the Wang family in a different way, Song Ling rushing forward hastily made Gongyangtu suspicious, and the Patriarch of the Wang family has his own reasons, so he invited Wang Fuyang to come out today. I want to use his relationship to pay a visit to the head of the Wang family.

Song Ling was waiting for a reply like a pearl in his hands, since he dared to speak, he was quite sure that Wang Fuyang would agree.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar shadow passing by on the other side of the mountain road. The shadow was like a surprise, but also like the mist in the mountains. I just caught a glimpse of the outline, but it was like a cloud and fog, and I couldn't find it again.

"Duyu, Duyu?" Wang Fuyang stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, and turned his head to follow his line of sight. The place was empty, covered with mountains and mountains, hiding the sky and the sun, and only the tired bird was combing its feathers to rest. .Wang Fuyang turned his head and pressed Song Ling's shoulders and shook vigorously, muttering, "Is this man suffering from dementia?"

Song Ling was trapped by the nightmare that came back every midnight. He didn't know what night it was. His heart seemed to be choked by a big hand and he couldn't breathe. He couldn't help but think of the familiar voice he heard in the post house. It was empty again—here it came again, Luo Jinnian came again.

"Why don't you let me go?" Song Ling folded his body while clutching his heart, pressing his knees against his chest to gain a moment of breathing.

Wang Fuyang was stunned when he heard it, why wouldn't he let me go?Who are you referring to?But seeing Song Ling's face turned pale for a while, he made up his mind and reached out to support Song Ling, "Let's go down the mountain first."

At this time, another voice came through the mist, a little domineering, and a little frank and cute. Song Ling heard it clearly this time, and the delusion that was forcibly suppressed broke through his blood pulse and bones, and all his thoughts were disturbed. Broken, only three words are left to echo repeatedly - Luo Jinnian.

Song Ling guarded the last sliver of rationality that was crumbling, and pinched his palm fiercely to squeeze out a few broken tunes from his throat: "Did you hear that?"

Wang Fuyang was stared at by those fiery eyes, a gust of cold air rushed straight to Tianlinggai, he did hear a sound faintly, but he didn't hear it clearly, not to mention the singing of birds and deer in this mountain were diluted by the mist and woods. Like people talking.

"I heard it," Wang Fuyang struggled to spit out these words with rolling Adam's apple. He had a hunch, so he could only say he heard, otherwise Song Ling would die.

Song Ling waited for the last acknowledgment, and his rationality, which was as tense as a bowstring, snapped completely, and he pushed Wang Fuyang away and staggered into the depths of the mist.

Thoughts were rushing endlessly, and the sound of magic suddenly rang out.

Song Ling and Luo Jinnian are already dead. He died in the winter three years ago. He died on a battlefield full of bones.

Song Ling, you should be calm and self-sufficient, you should not care about anything, you should regard all people as chess pieces, you should treat all things as dogs, and you should live for yourself.

Song Ling...

"Shut up!" Song Ling said bitterly at the place where there was no one there, and suddenly lost strength and slipped against the stone wall, surrounded by clouds and mist, and there was a cliff here, and he was the only one here.

He finally dared to let Song Ling be cowardly, "But he is Luo Jinnian."

Song Ling's eyes were reddened by the overwhelming tears. He was still the same as when he was a child, and he cried silently.