I have a routine, male god

It was really boring to stay in the small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River all day. Su Xi and Tang Ling took a boat to go north along the Xiangjiang River, passing through Yongzhou, Hengyang, Changsha... all the way to enjoy the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

When passing through Jiaxing, it was the season of late autumn, the river was full of red, and the forests were all dyed. Su Xi wore a fiery red dress and walked with Tang Ling in the maple forest.

There is a small building full of flowers in front of it. A lynx chased a hare and ran in. After chasing each other, the flower garden was messed up all at once. flower man.

The door of the small building was open, so these two little things could break in. Just as Su Xi was about to remind the owner inside, he saw an old man with white hair coming out of the small building.

He is very old, his face is covered with wrinkles, and the good times of youth are rushing away like running water, leaving only the traces of time.

The old man is like a pine bamboo, with an elegant and dignified posture. His eyes are warm and transparent, like a piece of beautiful jade, which has become more precious and beautiful after being polished by time.

The old man spent a lot of effort and energy in taking care of his garden. He should be angry when he saw such a scene, but he always had a faint smile, and the gentleness was deeply engraved in his soul, making everyone who saw him Everyone seems to be bathing in the sun.

The lynx was about to catch the hare soon. At this time, the old man waved his sleeves and easily grabbed the lynx by the nape of its neck. The lynx was struggling desperately. The old man sighed and went upstairs to get some food for it. Then let it go.

As for the hare, its leg was hurt. The old man knelt down and bandaged it with a handkerchief, and it rubbed the old man's hand and ran out.

Seeing the mess in the garden, Su Xi said, "Old man, why don't we help you tidy up the garden."

The old man looked at Su Xi and Tang Ling with a smile, nodded, and his voice was extremely gentle, like the drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River: "Thank you."

So Su Xi and Tang Ling cultivated soil and planted flowers under the old man's guidance, and dug them all out when they were really out of shape. It's the pampered young master, how can he do this, either dig up the intact flowers, or accidentally cut off the flower branches.

Su Xi disliked him for being unhelpful, so she patted the back of his hand and waved him to stand aside.

The young master was wronged to death, I did this kind of thing like a gardener because of you!You still hit me!Still dislike me!

The young master looked at Su Xi with great dissatisfaction, and wrote all over his face: Hurry up and coax me, or I will really get angry!

However, Su Xi was unmoved, and cut the flowers on her own. Seeing that her sleeves were about to stick to the soil, Tang Ling came over and held her sleeves for her, with resentful eyes.

The old man on the side laughed softly, what a couple of gods and gods.

After taking care of the garden, the old man invited Su Xi and Tang Ling upstairs to drink tea. Su Xi asked the old man why he lived here alone. Make a faint smile: "The old friends are gone, I am here to protect our memories. These... are very beautiful things..."

Su Xi likes listening to stories the most, so he asked the old man to tell them about these things, so the old man described a world full of love and hatred, in which there is a hero with four eyebrows, who is a friend everywhere, he goes around fighting for justice, and there is a man who is proficient in Yi The thief of Rongshu, it is rumored that he can steal all the stars in the sky, and there is also a white-clothed swordsman who wins the snow, he only goes out four times a year, and specializes in killing treacherous and evil people...

After the story was over, the old man drank the tea in his cup and said with a smile: "Thank you for coming here and listening to me tell these stories. I am very happy to have someone share these precious memories with me."

Su Xi asked: "May I ask who you are?"

The old man said softly: "The old man is full of flowers."

At that moment, the light from the window shone on him, making people dazzled. Su Xi looked at the old man in shock. Through his old face, it seemed as if he had traveled through time and space and saw the elegant young man described by Gu Long.

He is dressed in white, his face is like a crown of jade, gentle and elegant, his beauty is unique, unique in the world, and he treats everyone with gentle kindness.

He is Huamanlou, the seventh son of the Hua family, and Lu Xiaofeng's best friend.He is blind in his eyes and not blind in his heart, and walks alone in the rivers and lakes with his hands and flying sleeves. His small building always opens its doors to receive all those who need help.

But it never occurred to me that Huamanlou would also grow old.Yes, he is a mortal, and mortals must grow old.

The rivers and lakes do not end at the end of the story, the hero who walks the world with his sword will cross the book and go to the end of time.

The face is old, the sword is rusty, the old people are gone one by one, and finally only an ordinary old man is left, living in a small building, planting flowers and grass every day.

But all this is not sad, Huamanlou is like a sunflower, always facing the sun, and all the old friends live in his heart.

Before leaving, Su Xi asked Huamanlou if she had any regrets in her life. She thought Huamanlou would say that she regretted losing her light, but Huamanlou sighed and said melancholy: "After the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, Ximen Chuuxue died again in the world." He has no opponent. In order to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he cut off love and renunciation, and never saw Lu Xiaofeng. Ten years ago, Lu Xiaofeng went to Wanmei Villa to see him with a pot of wine, but he was not there. After a month, Lu Xiaofeng I went there, and I didn’t see Ximen Chuuxue until my death.”

Huamanlou's voice was like autumn leaves, so sad: "What good friends they used to be..."

Su Xi asked, "Where is Senior Lu buried?"

Hua Manlou said: "In my hometown in Xijing."

Su Xi took out a bag of scented tea, gave it to Hua Manlou, and left with Tang Ling.

That afternoon, Huamanlou drank scented tea, his eyes suddenly burst into brilliant light, colorful flowers appeared in front of him, and he shed tears in surprise and shock.

At this time, Huamanlou was already in her seventies, and she didn't have a few years to live, but all this was enough, and Su Xi lost another petal.

Su Xi was determined to find Ximen Chuuxue, to put an end to Lu Xiaofeng's regret, opened the system map, located Ximen Chuuxue, and found that he was in the desert. At first, she was puzzled, but then she realized that Ximen Chuuxue's father was probably Jade Rakshasa.

She told Tang Ling that she wanted to play in the desert, and Tang Ling complied with her and took her to the northwest.

At night, Tang Ling wrote a family letter at the table. He first narrated what he had seen and heard since he left home, described the customs of various places, and greeted his parents, brothers and sisters. There is nothing bad about it.

In the end, Tang Ling wrote, don't read it when you bring him home at the end of the year.

After finishing writing, Tang Ling laughed happily when he thought of the scene where he brought Su Xi back to Tangmen to have a New Year's Eve dinner with his family.

In his life, nothing could be better than this.

A month later, Su Xi and Tang Ling arrived in the desert, where the yellow sand was undulating like mountains, and the setting sun dyed the sky into the most brilliant colors. In order to meet the occasion, Su Xi specially changed into the clothes of a girl from the Western Regions, wearing a Golden bells, with a fiery red veil on her head, sitting on a camel, playing a pipa.

Qunshan Wanhe went to Jingmen, where he had a village where his concubine grew up.

As soon as I went to Zitai and Lianshuomo, I left the Qingzhong to dusk alone.

Draw a picture to recognize the face of the spring breeze, and encircle the sky to return to the soul of the night and moon.

Thousands of years of pipa composing nonsense, clearly described in the song of resentment.

This is the desert that Wang Zhaojun once walked through, a ray of soul that maintained the stability between the two dynasties.

The smoke and dust of the Han family is in the northeast, and the Han will resign from the family and be broken.

The man is self-respectful, and the emperor is very gifted.

Go down to Yuguan with the golden beating drum, and the Jingjing meanders between the stones.

Xiao Weiyu's book flies across the vast sea, Shan Yu hunts fire and illuminates Langshan.

This is also the desert that Wei Qing and Huo Qubing once walked through. Thousands of troops chased the Xiongnu, raising the prestige of the Han Dynasty.

Su Xi and Tang Ling hired a guide, followed the route of the caravan, and rested in the passing ancient cities or oases. The Silk Road had already been opened, and this place was infinitely prosperous, and there were many rare things from all over the world.

Su Xi often went shopping in the market, and bought a lot of spices, gems, and sarees. Whether you need it or not, you can buy it if you like it.

One day, she saw a very beautiful belt in the market, so she bought it. Tang Ling frowned while paying for it: "This is a men's belt, why are you buying this?"

His tone was sour and full of suspicion.

Su Xi kissed him on the cheek, handed him the belt, blinked, and said with a smile: "It's for you! My little master~"

The corners of Tang Ling's lips immediately raised uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with smiles. He happily put on the belt, and then asked Su Xi, "Does it look good?"

Su Xi nodded and smiled, "It's pretty!"

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her finger and scratched Tang Ling's waist.

Tang Ling's face turned red in an instant, and that night, the two had another lingering moment, and then fell asleep hugging each other.

Since then, Tang Ling has been wearing that belt and has never changed it to anything else.