after the villain's amnesia

Xiandeng ran down the mountain so fast, Tang Qile couldn't stop him, but said behind him: "You don't have any money with you, what are you going to play with!"

At this time, Xian Deng could no longer hear his voice.

The Hinayana listening session was held in the south of the Yangtze River, and it happened to be the beginning of winter. Although it was very cold, the streets were bustling with people coming and going, preparing for the lantern festival of the Lantern Festival.

There are a lot of peddlers hawking along the street, and some of them sell while carrying their burdens. Apart from grain and oil, the most popular sellers are women's jewelry and rouge.Xiandeng lost a silk earring at the Hinayana listening session last time, these days he only brought one and hung it on his left ear, Tang Qile laughed at him severely.

On the second floor, there are geisha playing pipa and singing ditties, and on the street, there are servants pulling girls on mules.A few young children ran over with paper fish dragons, wiping Xiandeng's body.

He rubbed his chin, poked his head to look at the jewelry, and the seller spared no effort to yell.It's a pity that these jewelry are made of very poor quality and cheap, they are all made of copper and silver pieces, and they will turn black within a few days after wearing them.Xiandeng has some natural "hypocrisy" and "reservedness". In Tang Qile's words, it is a bit "female disease". Anyway, I don't like these.

"Rang Rang, Rang Rang! The old man is here to invite God!"

A sound of gongs and drums came from behind him, and a man in a short skirt held a gong in his hand, shouting and running.People on the street gave way twice, leaving a street in the middle. After a while, a team appeared in the middle of the street.There are eight riders in the front, and there are all kinds of sedan chairs in the back, dressed in red and green, which is very lively.

Xian Deng's stomach growled, he lost interest in the team after taking a look, turned around and went to a restaurant.

After touching the purse, there was not a single penny, and then he remembered what Tang Qile had said to him.

He glanced towards the second floor of the inn, and suddenly saw an acquaintance by the window.

Xian Deng's eyes lit up, he gently pushed away the waiter who came forward to inquire, ran briskly to the table beside the bed, and sat down very familiarly.

Xian Deng propped his chin with his hands, his fox eyes bent into a small bridge, and said happily: "What a coincidence, Lan Ruo!"

Sitting at the table next to the bed was Lan Xuehuai.

Xian Deng had seen this young man from a distance on the first day of the Hinayana listening session.But because he was too far away to see clearly, and he was not in Xiaoqing Dongtian's team, so he only remembered one or two points.But he recognized Lan Xuehuai now because of this one or two points. There was no other reason. Lan Xuehuai had a good appearance.Rao Xiandeng, a narcissistic brat who thought he was the most handsome guy in the world since he was a child, couldn't find any thorns in his appearance, and even admitted in front of Tang Qile that he was slightly second—but Emphasized that it will soon overtake.

Lan Xuehuai glanced at him, as if she didn't know who he was at all, and was not very interested in him, a boy who suddenly appeared to "recognise his relatives", so she didn't speak.

Xiandeng continued: "Don't you know me? It's okay, I know you." He pointed to himself: "Have you heard my name? Xiandeng in Poerdong, Lishan, we have participated in Hinayana together I was the one who tied for first place with you in the riding and archery competition at the Fa Conference."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a long time, as if he was waiting for Lan Xuehuai to show a sudden realization, or an expression of "long admiration".

Unfortunately, Lan Xuehuai still ignored him.

Xian Deng talked for a long time by himself, but he didn't get a response. He felt a little strange and asked, "Are you dumb?"

Lan Xue said angrily, "You're blocking me from eating."

Xiandeng had a hippie smile on his face, and said familiarly: "I see how boring you are eating here alone, let me accompany you. I heard Tang Qile mention your name before, and I have always wanted to know you. Friend. It’s just that I have never had a chance. I didn’t expect to meet you eating here when I went to the street to pass the time today. Do you think this is a fate arranged by God!”

Lan Xue said thoughtfully: This person is so annoying!

The shop waiter watched for a long time, then hurriedly stepped forward and said, "You two little immortals, do you want to order some food first?"

"A little bit!" Xiandeng actively raised his hand: "I'll come, I'll come, what delicious food do you have here? I don't want spicy food!" He looked at Lan Xuehuai, smiled and said, "Lan Ruo, you are from the south, you can eat it too. If you can't eat spicy food, then he doesn't want it either. Serve your vinegar fish here, and the peach blossom drunk... Lan Ruo, do you drink?"

Lan Xuehuai kept silent.

Xian Deng said to the waiter in the shop: "My friend doesn't talk much, you don't have to be afraid of him, just order what I ordered."

After ordering, Lan Xuehuai said, "I don't want to have dinner with you."

Xian Deng poured him a bowl of tea: "Don't be like this, Lan Ruo, don't we all make friends at the dinner table, and I hit you off right away, don't you want to be friends with me?"

Lan Xuehuai said: "I don't want to."

Xian Deng used to be a shameless person, and he didn't feel ashamed when he heard this, so he said pitifully, "You are so cruel, Lan Ruo!"

He thought in his heart: Why is this kid so stubborn?

Speaking of which, Xiandeng dared to go out without money, it was purely because he was used to it by everyone.He grew up in Po'erdong, Lishan, and hung out with Tang Qile all day long, often not letting go of any money on him, and asking Tang Qile to pay for it when he spent it.If a person goes to the town at the bottom of the mountain, he is not afraid, he is used to making friends, and relying on his beautiful face, he can speak sweet words, whether it is making friends with men or women.As long as the other party talks to him for a while, he will immediately become dizzy, as if he has been drugged, fascinated, and he will be his good buddy after two glasses of wine.

At the Hinayana listening session, he made friends in the same way.As long as anyone who has known him before, no one can refuse to play with him.In addition, Xian Deng's reputation is very resounding, and everyone is willing to mess around with him, usually going out to play or eat, and never need to spend money on Xian Deng.

Tang Qile once scolded Xiandeng severely because of this, saying that he didn't know how some people arranged him behind his back, that he was a stinky and shameless "male vixen", who went to trouble others every day, and was not afraid of thunder. Among them, he refuted him: What happened to the vixen?Only those who are beautiful are called vixens, and you can only be called pheasants.

He was a cunning brat by nature, and he learned to use his appearance to gain favorability without a teacher. In Xian Deng's own words, it is to make the best use of everything.

The two even had a fight over this, but the matter has remained unsolved since then.

Having said that, he got to know all the teenagers from different factions at the Hinayana listening session, and within a few days he became everyone's big brother.The only one who hasn't gotten to know her yet is Lan Xuehuai.It's no wonder that Xiandeng didn't work hard, it's really Lan Xuehuai - she's just like a boudoir girl, Miss Qianjin, he has been in Jiangnan for so many days, except for seeing Lan Xuehuai on the field, he has never seen Lan Xuehuai in other places. seen somewhere!How do you make friends when you can't find anyone?

Probably Xiandeng's obsession is too deep, and he has been thinking about getting to know Lan Xuehuai, so he is moved to heaven - now he has to come here without any effort, and when he went out to play, he ran into her by chance.

"I thought you didn't do anything except reading and writing? How could you go shopping?"

Xian Deng asked, and he took another look at Lan Xuehuai, and found that the other party came out alone, and he didn't have any friends.

At this time, the dishes had already been served, Lan Xuehuai ate by herself, but still ignored him.

Xian Deng cocked his feet, and tapped the table with his index finger intermittently.He looked at Lan Xuehuai thoughtfully.

The other party took a few bites, noticed his gaze, and looked up at him.

Xian Deng is biting his chopsticks, with the tip of his tongue slightly pressed against his teeth, the fox's eyes are very narrow and long, and he is staring at him intently, his eyes are so cute - even if he doesn't do anything, just staring at people, his eyes are still sparkling Lin, with affectionate brows and eyes, naturally charming.

The light penetrated into his neckline, revealing a small piece of snow-white skin, and then entering a deep black.The silk earring on his left ear was shaking gently, sitting opposite Lan Xuehuai, with his upturned calf straight and beautiful, he kicked Lan Xuehuai slyly, like a cat's paw scratching, it caught people's heart, Silently revealed a trace of natural temptation.

Lan Xue paused her hand holding the chopsticks, put down the chopsticks, feeling ashamed and angry in her heart: why did he kick me?

He said coldly, "What I do when I come out has nothing to do with you."

Xian Deng leaned forward a little bit, blinked his eyes: "Let me ask, why are you so fierce?"

As he lay forward, the neckline opened up a little more.

Lan Xuehuai looked away and said in her heart: Shameless.

He grabbed the broken branch, stood up abruptly, and left in a hurry before finishing his meal.

Xian Deng looked at his back in surprise, and quickly said, "Hey! Lan Ruo!"

Lan Xuehuai threatened: "Don't follow me."

Xian Deng paused for a moment, tut-tsk said: "You are so fierce, Lan Ruo!"

He glanced at the food on the table and didn't move much, feeling very sorry.So he immediately picked up the bowl and stuffed a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, while patting his chest wildly while chasing Lan Xuehuai down, he didn't take the other party's threats seriously anyway.

It's a pity that there were too many people downstairs, even if Xian Deng followed closely behind, he couldn't see Lan Xuehuai among so many people.

"Run so fast? Why don't you want to see me so much? It doesn't make sense, brother is so handsome, and he's the first person to slap me in the face." Xian Deng thought about it unconvinced, and felt that he had grown up since he was a child. He had never been ignored before, and his desire to win was aroused in his heart.

He walked forward a moment, crossed a bridge, and entered another street.At the end of this street is the wharf, and there are many boats parked along the coast. There are many fishermen in this place in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are also many boatmen and daughters. In addition to carrying passengers, some boats also have snacks such as lotus root and glutinous rice wine, which are special products in the south of the Yangtze River. , with a few baskets made of bamboo, they were piled up at the bow of the boat.

There are also two types of boats for carrying passengers. One is the plain boats used by the common people, which are flat boats with no decorations.The other is the painting boat used by literati and inkmen, floating on the lake, with white gauze fluttering in the wind, good wine warmed in the cabin, and divas playing the pipa.

Yingyue Lake is a famous scenic spot in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many literati on the lake reciting poems and composing poems, so there are quite a few such boats.

Xian Deng stood on the pier for a while, and a boatman beside him said, "Young master, do you want to cross the lake? From here to Santan Bridge, I only charge eight copper coins."

Santan Bridge is a more famous scenery in Yingyue Lake. It snows every day in winter, and the scenery here is like a fairyland.For hundreds of years, many poems have praised the scenery here. When I was listening to the Dharma meeting in the Hinayana, I heard my new friends clamoring to come to Santan Bridge to see the snow.

The boatman said: "I can go these few days. After a while, the weather will be colder and the lake will freeze. This boat will not be able to pass. If you want to see the snow, you can only walk along the shore. It is very tiring. Come to us Everyone in Yingyue Lake must row a boat, young master, go to the middle of the lake, there is a girl singing a little song, the voice is more beautiful than the oriole."

Xian Deng was so excited by what he said, that he really wanted to have fun.

But when he thought of Lan Xuehuai again, he still felt depressed, and said: "Boatman, to be honest, I'm looking for someone, and I don't have the heart to listen to the song."

The boatman asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Xian Deng didn't expect the boatman to know anything, so he said casually: "A little fairy in white clothes, I don't know where he went."

The boatman asked, "Are you talking about this tall?" He gestured: "There is a feather collar hanging around his neck, a very handsome young man?"

Xian Deng hastily said: "Yes!"

The boatman said: "He went there by boat, if you catch up now, maybe you can still see others."

Xian Deng quickly thanked the boatman, and ran to the other side of the pier.It's a pity that there are too many boats on the lake, according to Lan Xuehuai's personality, it should be the boat on board, Xian Deng stood on the shore and pondered for a while, thinking: so many boats, where can I find them.

He roughly swept around the lake, and finally had an idea, and asked the temporary tea shed by the pier to borrow a pot of tea and an empty cup.

Xian Deng poured the tea into the empty cup, then threw the water in the quilt into the air, and suddenly a few drops of rain fell intermittently, and finally the rain gradually became heavier, and small splashes appeared on the entire lake.

The boats on the lake are gradually leaning on the shore, only one painting boat is slowly moving forward.

Xiandeng looked quickly, and sure enough, he saw Lan Xuehuai closing her eyes and meditating in the painting boat.

He is only a 15-year-old boy, and he looks a bit cool with his eyes closed.

Xian Deng waved his hand and said, "Lan Ruo!!"

Lan Xuehuai moved her ears.

Xian Deng put his hands on his mouth, rolled them into a trumpet shape, and shouted loudly: "It's raining outside! I didn't bring an umbrella, let me hide, I promise I won't bother you!"

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Deng Deng self-taught fishing man [no