copper sparrow lock nobile

The rain slacks down the grass on the wall, and the wind returns to gather flowers on the water surface.

The rain in summer always comes so emotionally.Just like at night, the drizzle as fine as a cow's hair flutters like catkins. If you open an umbrella, it looks hypocritical, and if you don't open it, it will fall on you densely, drenching you silently.

When Duan Yelin walked into the entrance of Jinyan Hall, the summer rain had just started.

When he passed Qiyuan, he saw Chanyi huddled at the door, poking his head as if looking at something, he walked over and patted Chanyi on the shoulder, Chanyi turned around, saluted first, then raised a finger to shush He said: "Commander, look quickly, the head of the family is very strange today."

Imitating Chanyi's movements and looking over, Xu Hang was standing under the weeping willow tree by the lotus leaf pond in a white gauze, without an umbrella, drenched in the rain, not knowing what to do.

Chanyi pawed at the door and said, "Today, the head of the house came back after dark, took off his outer shirt and stood here as soon as he entered the door, and didn't allow us to go in for half a step. Commander, are you annoying him again?"

Duan Yelin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What, in your heart, it's my fault that he's a little bit bad?"

Chanyi pursed her mouth: "Your heart is like a mirror."

Not wanting her to talk too much, Duan Yelin waved her hand and told her to go down, and then he entered Qiyuan.

If you really don't go to the garden, how do you know what the spring looks like?The moment Duan Yelin stepped in, it was as if he had entered an ancient painting, or entered an illusion.

Weeping willows, slanting trees and lotus flowers rain, and dulcimers are played on the pond.

Xu Hang stood sideways on a big rock, with a glazed lantern hanging on a willow branch. The halo of light illuminated his side face like a hazy moon. He slightly raised his head, and the fine hairs on his neck were covered with drops of water. .

After approaching Duan Yelin, he realized that Xu Hang was barefoot.Snow-white ankles matched the black stone face.

Tu Xiang and Mo Xilian stepped forward, and her long-sorrowed socks lingered on the waves. Xianmiao said that she should be difficult, so she had to look at it from the palm of her hand.

He once read a poem called "The feet on the shoes are like snow, but no crow's socks".

At that time, he was very surprised, how can he say that a person's feet are like frost and snow?Until today, he knows that the poet is not a fake, but he has such feet, like ice sculptures, as if they would melt away if he was playing with them.

Xu Hang squinted and hummed the tune of Yue opera.

It's like a moon rubbing gently in the cotton wool, which makes people's ears soft.

"Qingqing lotus leaves and Qingshuitan, mandarin ducks are in pairs. Brother Liang, if Yingtai is a female red makeup, brother Liang, would you like to match mandarin ducks?"

After singing a sentence, hook your hands and twist it, as if you are holding a fan and imitate it: "Pair with mandarin ducks, match with mandarin ducks, it's a pity that your Yingtai is not a female red makeup."

"Walk through the bamboo forest, pass the ancestral hall, and arrive at the Avalokitesvara Hall ahead. The Avalokitesvara will be the mediator, and you and Brother Liang will come to worship the hall."

"My dear brother, the more you talk, the more absurd it becomes. How can two men pay homage..."

Everyone in Hezhou City said that in the past, the soft-spoken singing voice of the main character of the Lihua class was the most authentic and refined, but no one knew that the voice of Xu Dazhao of Jinyantang was worth a thousand dollars.

He played two roles, he was handsome and bright when he sang Liang Shanbo, and shy and sweet when he sang Zhu Yingtai. He obviously just sang without putting effort, but he overwhelmed many true experts who practiced hard.

Duan Yelin only heard it once four years ago. He thought that Xu Hang must hate these things so much, so he never dared to mention them again in front of him.

He walked forward cautiously, Xu Hang had stopped reciting words, but kept the tune in his mouth, sniffing with the tip of his nose, he smelled a little white pear blossom.

This is drunk?

Pushing a strand of hair behind the ear, Duan Yelin asked, "Shaotang, are you unhappy?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Xu Hang's mouth, and he shook his head, as if he was really drunk and happy.

Duan Yelin sighed: "You don't call me for drinking?"

Xu Hang didn't look back, his breath was very erratic: "You like to drink Pi Zhenchun, I only drink Lihuabai, we... can't drink together."

Duan Yelin hugged him horizontally to prevent him from hurting his bare feet on the ground with a tone that was smoky with alcohol.

"Why drink? You didn't like to drink before."

"Who says I don't like to drink?" Xu Hang pursed his lips, "Alcohol is something that hurts the liver and the body. People who practice medicine know it, so just don't touch it. Today... today is a good day, I want to drink some. "

Good day?Duan Yelin thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of what a good day it was today.

The drizzle fell gently, and Xu Hang's hair hung on his cheeks in strands.Duan Yelin was fascinated by watching: "By the way, just now you sang "Farewell to the Eighteen"?"

"Ah."

"This is also my favorite song. When I first met Qiyuan, you also sang this passage."

Xu Hang's dark eyes lifted for a moment, covered with some water vapor and confused: "...Although this paragraph is good, but after that, I will go back to the [-]th, the rooftop meeting, weeping graves and turning into butterflies..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and the ending was actually a sigh.

Hearing this, Duan Yelin understood that Xu Hang was adding sorrow to people's life and death today, whether it was because of the fire a few days ago or the matter of Duan Zhanzhou and the jungle.

No wonder Chanyi would say that something is wrong with him today.

"You're drunk, I'll take you back."

He stretched out his hand to hug Xu Hang horizontally, and heard the little guy let out a low gasp unpreparedly, but his body fell limply according to the strength, and he hugged him firmly and walked into the house.

Stepping on the gravel road, Xu Hang huddled in his arms, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you look at your brother today?"

"He took Jungle away, saying that he would be buried with Cong Wei. He will come back, and he will settle the debt with Yuan Sen slowly."

With a chuckle, Xu Hang shook his head: "You know the truth when you die... Heh... Duan Yelin, if I die, will you be like Duan Zhanzhou?"

Duan Yelin stopped suddenly, and the raindrops flowed down his cheeks to his chin, dripping down, he lowered his head, saw that Xu Hang's eyes were neither sad nor happy, so he tightened his arms.

"Shaotang, we will never have this day. I will never let you die."

He spoke as if he was Yama, who was in charge of life and death.

"People live for one day, but they don't know whether tomorrow will be a blessing or a curse. Life and death are destiny, how can you be sure..." Xu Hang opened his eyes slightly, stretched out a finger, and tapped the tip of Duan Yelin's nose, Said, "...if my father is still alive, today would be his birthday."