Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

There is a poem saying: "The boat is moving and the lake is shining in autumn. I am greedy to see the young people believe in the boat. Tossing lotus seeds across the water for no reason will be ashamed for a long time to be known."

This refers to Jiangnan, which has always been the place that literati and inkmen yearn for.There is a veil like green smoke floating on the dance pavilion and singing stage, and a little smoke and rain permeates the quiet and deep water, as if there are singers dancing lightly among them.Pavilions and towers are reflected on the surface of the water, and there are willows drunk with spring smoke.Large and small boats sit still on the lake, drawing out the shadows of Lingling waves.

Southern women's voices are soft, low and soft, singing the unique tunes of Jiangnan.There are lights and festoons everywhere on the bustling street, and the banners of various shops are flying slightly in the air. There are cosmetic shops, pawnshops, restaurants, inns, grocery stores, painting boats, antique shops and so on.

An old man carried a load from the end of the bridge to the end of the bridge, yelling songs that outsiders could not understand; A middle-aged man bent over and pushed a heavy load, the sweat dripping from his forehead silently disappeared into his neckerchief; several girls in brightly colored clothes were standing by the river, chatting and laughing, whispering about the men rowing in the river.

Once again, Gu Xiaoyong dodged the pedestrian who almost ran into him, and couldn't help clapping his hands and sighing: "Although I have been here many times, every time I see it, I still have to feel the excitement and prosperity of Jiangnan."

After finishing speaking, seeing that no one responded to him, he couldn't help turning his gaze behind him.

Yu Xueyuan and Rulan were temporarily absent, so there was only that little kid behind him.At this time, he was lowering his head slightly, following him without moving an inch, silent and not knowing what he was thinking.

Since leaving Liangzhou, Xiao Yunchi has become more and more silent, sometimes even distracted to the point where he can't hear others calling him.The hustle and bustle of the crowd passed by him and stopped, and the noisy voices carried the bustle and hustle and bustle, but they seemed to be separated by a layer of mist, which didn't matter much to him.

Only the people in front of him entered his eyes and also entered his heart.The man couldn't keep his mouth idle, and if he had nothing to say, he would casually pull a weed by the side of the road and put it in his mouth to chew.A child once secretly pulled one and put it in his mouth, but all he tasted was bitter and numb.

That man loves to drink, especially the kind of good wine that brings back the sweetness and clears the mind, so he can never get drunk; when he is angry, he always has a smile on his face, and most people can't tell the difference, but children always know it. It's clear; the other party prefers sweetness to spicy food. Whether it's a bustling street restaurant or a deserted alley, he can always find the most delicious sweets, and he is willing to buy an extra one for him.

Xiao Yunchi was in a trance thinking about everything about the young man in front of him, chewing it over and over again, recalling it over and over again, for fear that he might miss the slightest bit of his movement habits and appearance.

Gu Xiaoyong saw the little boy with his head lowered in a daze, couldn't help but frowned, and stopped walking.

The child also stopped obediently, neither speaking nor raising his head to ask.

After thinking for a while with his eyes downcast, Gu Xiaoyong suddenly realized, he took a pure white mask from the shelf beside him, squatted down and put the mask on the child's face.

Xiao Yunchi finally came back to his senses, and looked up at him in a daze.

"It's because I didn't think carefully." Gu Xiaoyong grinned, "There are a lot of Jianghu people gathered in the south of the Yangtze River, so it will be troublesome to recognize you. It's okay, you can raise your head now, otherwise your neck will be so sore."

Xiao Yunchi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The young man looks carefree, but most of the time he is as careful as a hair.Seeing him looking at the candied haws, he quietly bought a bunch of candied haws and came back.Seeing him bowing his head, he thought he was afraid of being recognized, so he gave him a mask.

Xiao Yunchi looked into Gu Xiaoyong's eyes, and suddenly wanted to ask: Last time you knew that what I wanted was candied haws, why didn't you know that I was thinking of you all this time?

The texture of the mask was cold, through this thin layer of cover, Xiao Yunchi unabashedly shifted his gaze to the young man's lips, and there were some uncontrollable thoughts in his heart, dense and entangled like breaking through the shackles.

—Is it because I lowered my head?If I keep looking up at you, will you just smile and give yourself to me?

Gu Xiaoyong saw the child dumbfounded, thought he was touched by him, stood up quite proudly, paid for the mask, and walked forward carelessly. After walking a few steps, he found that the child did not keep up. His eyes fixed on himself.

There were too many people around, Gu Xiaoyong shook his head and walked back against the flow of people, stuffed the corner of his clothes into the other's hand, and said with a smile: "Hold it tightly, don't cry if you lose it."

Gu Xiaoyong's clothes are only made of simple fabric, which feels rough to the touch.Xiao Yunchi gripped the piece of fabric tightly, he was restless, and felt that the joy in his heart was almost overflowing.

He looked at the young man's ostentatious smiling face, his voice trembled slightly, and he said cautiously and cherishingly, "Okay."

Not far away is a curved bridge with two or three open umbrellas at the end of the bridge. The woman selling umbrellas and the small seller of porcelain next to her are laughing and chatting. of.Under the bridge, a black-covered boat full of lotus pods is rowed slowly. The boatman rowing is standing at the bow, and at the stern are two literati admiring the scenery, talking about something with their hands behind their backs.

Farther away, there are large and small houses standing in a patchwork pattern, with embroidered door and carved door.In the land of Luyan, there is little smoke from the home of Zhongming Dingshi.Farther away is a tall tower, and its edges and corners are blurred by the water vapor permeating the Jiangnan lake.

Gu Xiaoyong led the child across the street and onto the bridge, the wind blowing his hair on the temples and his flamboyant and warm crimson headband.

His eyes lingered on the hot cakes on the bridge, but he didn't know that his raised hairband blocked the view of passers-by.The man raised his vigorous hand to grab the crimson hair band, paused for a breath or two, and then slowly let it go, allowing the hair band to slip from his tail, past his fingertips, and then fall into the air.

Gu Xiaoyong didn't notice it from the beginning to the end, he bought some pastries, and walked down the bridge with the child without looking back.Only the man was left standing where he was, his ink-like eyes fixed on the direction he was leaving, silent and cold.

The subordinate beside him asked in a low voice: "My lord?"

The man turned around, ignored his subordinates' inquiries, and said indifferently: "Let's go."

Gu Xiaoyong took two bites of the pastry, but felt that it was too sweet, frowned, and felt embarrassed to throw it away, so he stuffed the pastry into the child's arms calmly, with a dignified expression on his face: "Don't move, I have to eat later."

— That means I don’t want to eat.

Xiao Yunchi thought in silence, seeing Gu Xiaoyong turned around, he turned his mask aside, silently and consciously stuffed the cloyingly sweet pastry into his mouth one by one, without the slightest hint of impatience on his face.