Chunyin

Zhuang Heng threatened to "be quiet" on the front foot, and shouted "Izumo" to me on the back foot, which made it clear that he knew about Zhuang Heng's past, and deliberately aroused my curiosity, asking me to ask Zhuang Heng for the bottom line.Hey, this orchid demon's ability to kill is also very similar to when I was young.But what does Zhuang Heng's matter have to do with me?Young people, seeing things is always not thorough enough.My heart filled with love and care for the younger generation. For the sake of his life, I will pretend that I have not heard these two words for the time being.

The monsters in the yard hid behind the pillars and poked their heads, watching Zhuang Heng and me all the way to the front of the hall.There is a stove in the hall, and incense is burning in the stove. Huang Laodao sits in meditation with his eyes closed in front of the stove, surrounded by smoke, very immortal.A few fluffy dogtail grass spirits came to join in the fun, circled the Huanglao Road, twisting back and forth, as if they were setting up some mysterious formation.

Zhuang Heng was not surprised and kept walking, but I was surprised, pulled him, and asked in a low voice: "Can this Taoist really become a fairy?"

Zhuang Heng glanced at the Taoist priest, but said nothing. He went to the door to get an umbrella, and after leading me out, Fang replied: "Although the Taoist priest has lost his roots, he is kind, sincere, and diligent. If you are sincere, you can prove the Dao. There is only one calamity in his life, and if he survives this calamity, he will be able to ascend."

His tone was ordinary, and his words were short and firm, and what he said sounded like that.I continued to ask curiously: "What else is the eclipse?"

Zhuang Heng glanced at me and said, "His catastrophe should be in these two days."

I smiled and said, "Zi Yu has reincarnated once, and he seems to be more diligent than before. In his previous life, he was a phoenix chick. In this life, he might not be a banishing immortal? Not only can he subdue demons and eliminate demons, but he can also pinch and count."

He raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, looked sideways at me, and didn't speak.But I know that this disdainful attitude is already an answer to my ambiguity.

The drizzle was blowing with the wind, drifting onto his face, Zhuang Heng stood on the steps of the door and opened his umbrella.

I asked: "Where are you going?"

He said: "The Daoist is bigu, even spirits and monsters don't eat grains, but I have a mortal body."

I was overjoyed when I heard the words: "Hey, the exiled immortal is going to eat?"

Maybe I was too happy, as if I had never eaten in my life, Zhuang Heng was stunned, and then smiled slightly.I didn't care about his jokes, I pulled his cuffs and went down the stairs. In the past hundred years, I have seen fish and shrimp swimming in the water every day, and shepherd's purse in Xitou every year, but I haven't tasted this taste in the world for a long time. Although I still can't eat it now, Wangmei quenches thirst is also good.

Zhuang Heng raised the umbrella and followed me down, the umbrella covered a sunny side, half of me and half of him under the umbrella walked outside together.

It was almost noon, and the heavy fog of last night had long since disappeared. The rainwater gathered into small streams and flowed down the cracks of the stone road, and moss and green marks could be seen everywhere in the damp alley.

I said: "I have been in Shaoxing Mansion for two years. The best of this season are grass head, bean sprouts and whitebait. They are fried with rice wine or stewed with tofu. They are all delicious. Shanyin people eat them very well. It’s light, I wasn’t used to it when I first came here, but I’ve been thinking about it since I returned to Beijing. It’s a pity that the Beijing-China Quartet Meeting doesn’t have the same taste as before. You can taste it today.”

Zhuang Heng smiled and said, "You forgot that I am from Lin'an."

I was startled when I remembered, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile: "Cough. That's right. You and Fu Huan are both from Hangzhou, and these things are not expensive. You must be used to eating them since you were young."

I was a magistrate in Shaoxing at that time, and Fu Huan was in the Ministry of Punishment. During the two years, I kept writing letters. In the letters, he recalled the scenery of the south and told me where the mountains and rivers are beautiful and where the scenery is pleasant. My footprints in Shaoxing during the two years , almost followed what Fu Huanxin wrote step by step.I often send him some local products along with the letter to comfort his homesickness.At that time, between me and him, the friendship between gentlemen was as thin as water.

Thinking of Fu Huan, my interest in talking disappeared immediately, I sighed in my heart, and stopped talking.

Zhuang Heng didn't open any pot and lifted which pot, and said lightly: "Fu Changting often mentioned you to me at that time. Thanks to you, I can still eat authentic Shaoxing flower carvings, dried tofu and preserved vegetables in Beijing."

I was very emotional when I heard it.

Why.Fu Huan often mentioned me to him?What do you say to me?

At that time, I regarded myself as a good friend of Fu Huan and confided in him, but when he talked about me behind my back, didn't he search for the handle of Ding Guohou's mansion and calculate the weakness of Ding Guohou's son?For example, Marquis Dingguo is good at military power, which can be defeated; Liang's father and son are gullible and aggressive, and can be used.He lined up troops and strategized.I can almost picture his determination to win.

I forced a smile and said, "I'm already a ghost, so don't mention the past."

"It was you who mentioned it." Zhuang Heng stopped suddenly.

Zhuang Heng stopped and looked at me.I can't feel the rain, but the wind seems to be a little colder.

"Liang Lanxuan, you are the one who can't let go."