Zilan

A bend of green water surrounds the white wall, and the sky shines on the black tiles.

In the twilight of the morning, accompanied by the bright rooster crowing across the entire Yunchuan Town, the down-and-out scholar moved a long table in front of the door to sell calligraphy and paintings, the waiter in the inn yelled and ran around carrying tea, and the embroiderer and spinner stood on tiptoe to hang up the embroidery , the small stalls on Qingyan Ancient Street are constantly hawking breakfast food, and the misty white heat rises, creating a noisy and lively scene.

However, in this hustle and bustle, there are some flaws.People in tattered clothes huddled in various streets and alleys, some were alone, some had children beside them, their faces were numb, and they smiled eagerly for the pity of passers-by.

The corner of the street where people come and go is covered with moss, and the person in the clothes that can't see the original appearance is unkempt, curled up in the corner with a stick-sized thing wrapped in black cloth, and there are a few strange people beside him. Copper coins who know who gives alms.

This is what the old beggar saw when he came over—his place was taken by an unknown beggar.

Beggars have the rules of beggars, whoever occupies the land is his, fists speak.The old beggar has been begging for many years. When he was young, he learned some rough fists and kicks. With this rough fists and cruel thoughts, he snatched this fertile land from among the beggars. Although he is not young now, those who are not old Those who dared to grab the land were all plotted to go back, and now a beggar who has never seen him dare to sit on his ground?

Dragging his legs and feet a little bit, the old beggar had an unfriendly face, opened his mouthful of yellow teeth and spat out: "Where are the flies, a bunch of bird things are still offending me."

As he spoke, he was about to grab the beggar's head.

Just as he was about to catch it, the beggar raised his head.A pair of bright eyes that didn't match the slovenly appearance locked him firmly.

Accustomed to seeing all kinds of people coming and going from north to south, the old beggar couldn't help but tense up for a moment, and his feet trembled with fear.He had an illusion that what was staring at him now was not a person, but a bloodthirsty wolf. As long as he moved again, he would bite off his neck with this ferocious wolf.

The beggar old beggar laughed at his own thoughts just now, if he was really a wolf, how could he be reduced to such a field, but a wild dog pretending to be a wolf.

Even if he told himself like this, the old beggar's hand was still frozen in mid-air and did not dare to lower it.

At this moment, fine raindrops fell from the sky.

The old beggar moved as if he had been released, and withdrew his hand and cursed: "Pickling beast." He forgot that he was also a dirty beggar.

As a result, those bright eyes glanced at him again, the old beggar fell silent, only dared to curse inwardly and left.

He wanted to find a place to hide from the rain. He had no money to find a doctor. If he got caught in the rain and got sick, he would die. When he left, he didn't forget to take the copper coins on the ground.This is his land, and the money on his land is also his.

The beggars on the ground did not move because of the old beggar's departure or the sudden rain.The water splashed by pedestrians rushing past splashed on him, and the rainwater trickled down the back of his neck and penetrated into his body. He seemed to be standing there without moving.

The drizzle enveloped Yun Chuan with coldness, lingering and gentle, hazy, like a beautiful girl covered with a veil, beautiful and shy.White walls and black tiles, red lights and green water, intertwined and blurred, can only be distinguished by trying to distinguish the general appearance.

Suddenly, a pair of green boots embroidered with cloud patterns stopped in front of him, and the raindrops stopped falling.

The beggar moved his body, his eyes narrowed sourly from the rain.It was a snow-blue color with a hint of coldness. It was almost May and she was still wearing a cotton fur. Pale fingers protruded from the cuffs holding the handle of the umbrella. The smoke-colored paper umbrella almost blended with the misty rain, light Extremely light.

The person in front of him wore a wide veiled hat, and the white gauze covered his face, only his fine chin could be seen.When he leaned over, the pearls and jade hanging on his waist collided, warm and clear, just like his voice, like a pool of spring water diluting the coldness on his body to nothing.

"Why don't you take shelter from the rain?" he asked.

The beggar seemed to smell a faint fragrance of orchids, which seemed to be there.

"Hey, what's the matter with you beggar, my young master is kind enough to ask you something." The boy with a bun yelled.

Only then did the beggar notice that there was a boy behind him.

"Ah Si." The young master stopped, and then he didn't know what he said to the little boy. The little boy named Ah Si gave him a dissatisfied look and ran away. After a while, he came back with an extra oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

The little boy took the oil-paper umbrella and opened it, revealing his thin wrists, the blue-purple meridians floating under the skin, it was terrifying.He leaned the oil-paper umbrella against the wall to cover the beggar's body.As it got closer, the orchid fragrance became clearer.

He reached out to untie the cotton fur again.

"My lord!" the little boy screamed, stepping forward to stop him.

"It's okay, I'm going home soon." The little boy shook his head, took off the cotton fur, and put it on the scantily clad beggar.

The little boy who took off his cotton fur looked extraordinarily thin, as if even the misty rain and light wind could blow him away.

"Young master, let's go quickly." The little boy stomped anxiously.

The young master hesitated for a while, and said to the beggar when he left, "If possible, find a place to shelter from the rain."

The beggar looked down at the delicate cotton fur on his body, his Adam's apple was rolling, and finally he uttered a word: "Yes."

When the young master heard it, he seemed to bend the corners of his mouth happily.

The footsteps of the master and servant gradually faded away, and the beggar stood up slowly, with one hand on his shoulder to prevent the cotton fur from falling off.

It was only after he stood up that people noticed that he was extremely tall, with a straight back and a faint sense of oppression. Such a person would never be a beggar.

Another pair of boots fell in front of him, but without the faint scent of orchids.

"Yan Zhuoqing?!" A startled voice said.

The author says:

Knock on the blackboard: Shou is not a cool guy, don’t be deceived by appearances