Chunyin

Zhuang Heng, I only remember three things now.The first is that this person has a nondescript umbrella; the second is that this person is Mr. Zhou Yun's closed disciple, with first-class knowledge but a very weird temper; third, this person does not have many friends in his life, Fu Huan is one of them, and I am not.

Zhuang Heng is indifferent to human beings, I had no relationship with him before, if there is any connection between him and me, only Fu Huan can talk about it.

Fu Huanguang made friends with Zhuang Heng, and at the beginning, so was I.At that time, Liangzhou was full of green willows, buildings full of red sleeves, and angry horses in fresh clothes crossing the inclined bridge. A ray of light pierced the sky.

"Hey……"

Thinking of what happened later, I sighed again in the drizzle.

These are old stories of old millet and rotten sesame seeds.Now there is no me in this world, no Fu Huan, and of course no Zhuang Heng.The days passed day by day, the halberds fell to the sand, and the iron was sold out.

Oops, it's killing me.

It seems that being a ghost is no different from being a human being. After doing it for a long time, you will inevitably feel old-fashioned and illusory. If I was really unlucky to be born by a ghost, it is also very possible that I really met an old friend here, or accidentally met on the road to Huangquan, so what should I do?Whether it is Fu Huan or Zhuang Heng, they are already some people who cannot be seen again.

I have soaked in this bitter river for more than a hundred years, and the world has changed a few times, and my grievances have long since dissipated. It saves the relatively embarrassing troubles.

Thinking of this, I have some hope.

I raised my head on the surface of the water and glanced at it. Although the scene was familiar, it had nothing to do with me, so I retracted my head and sank back into the water.

Therefore, he didn't see the figure turning around with awareness, and there was a familiar face on the clothes that were drenched like moss.

The spring water melted in his eyes, and those jade-like pupils became a deep dark green.

He quietly looked at a green carp swimming leisurely under the water, and at the looming silver-white dragon tail behind that swinging fish tail.

A small mountain col beside the East Lake, a valley with abundant water vapor, and a turquoise cloudy and rainy day.There is no one in the field, and the boat is sailing on the river, wild willows, wild apricots, and wild plums pass by the bank, separated by layers of rippling river surface, one person and one ghost.

In the regular and stable sound of paddles, it seems that thousands of years have been wasted, except for the separation of yin and yang, everything is as it was before.

He remembered that when Liang Yin was escorted out of the capital in his previous life, his reputation was ruined, and there were very few people to send him off.

Outside the gate of the New Deal, it was also a spring day.

The weather was sunny and warm that day, Liang Yin dragged the iron chain, and bid farewell to the visitor under the locust tree.The sun dripped down through the branches and leaves, falling on him like waves of light, his pale face seemed to be submerged in the bottom of the water, his expression was unpredictable, there seemed to be a smile on his face, but it seemed not.

After saying goodbye briefly, he turned around and left, with a bony back under the spring sun.He raised his shackled hands and waved them away: "Goodbye."

They finally meet again.