Huaibi

Jingnan is different from Beijing in terms of leisure time. In autumn, sweetgum is scattered all over the road, and the clouds and mists are thick and thick all over the fields.

This feeling is especially true in Yinxi in the south. People in the city are playful and know how to enjoy themselves. A few cups of tea are spent in summer, and a few fires are surrounded by a fire to accompany winter.

At the end of the day, three or five children are playing in the street, and pedestrians are walking along the road.

A mansion stood quietly by the river. After a long while, the two doors of the mansion opened slowly, and someone walked out from inside. The moon shadow and white clothes matched the sunset.

The breeze is blowing gently at the temples, and the grass and trees are refreshing into the lungs. Li Qingjue is leaning on the doorpost comfortably, and looking up, he can see the black shadows of the distant mountains.

Not long after, someone came out from behind, shaking his head with a low laugh: "Uncle is here to wait again."

Li Qingjue turned to look at his nephew, not afraid that he would make fun of him: "It's time to arrive in two days."

After talking, I stepped down the steps, crossed the street and walked to the riverside, and saw the clear waves and fish swimming in it, and the fallen leaves swayed and circled like a boat.

Li Ruining followed him, admiring the scenery side by side with him, looking sideways at the end of the street from time to time, counting that the person should have arrived at this time, Li Qingjuan had been waiting for nearly a year, how could he not be happy.Thinking about it, he asked: "Uncle is so reluctant, why did he leave Beijing last year and not go with Uncle Lang?"

"Everything needs to be taken care of, otherwise your Uncle Lang will go to the inn when he arrives in Yinxi?"

Li Ruining was heartbroken when he heard this: "Why is uncle willing to let my parents and I go to the inn?"

Dao Lai pretended to be wronged, which made Li Qingjue couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, "It's not that I'm willing, it's that I don't want to leave the three of you in Beijing."

Li Ruining understood it himself, but he was just joking with him, he didn't tease him anymore, he said "good uncle", and walked half a step closer to him.

As the sun went down, the two waited for the moon to rise against the evening breeze, chatting about family affairs.

Li Qingjue looked at the mountains and water, but never looked at the street far away, as if he was ordinary and not urgent.However, Li Ruining knew the truth very well, if it wasn't for the urgency, why would he come to meet each other outside the mansion every day, just like a watchdog.

He didn't dare to say these words seriously, lest he should be ashamed and blamed.Li Ruining was secretly funny, but Guan Jingxin accompanied him to fulfill his nephew's filial piety.

But seeing how late the sky is, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that person to rush to Silver Stream City today.

"The wind is getting cold, uncle go back home."

In the blink of an eye, the hour of Xu came, and Li Ruining spoke out to persuade him.Li Qingjue beside him nodded and turned around, seeing that the children beside the road had disappeared at some point and went back home.

He nodded, and returned to the mansion with his nephew. Not far away, a carriage kicked up with dust and rolled on the bluestone road.

Jiang Chang drove for days and finally came to the city before the end of the day. He didn't want to be lost for a long time after entering the city.When the door of the mansion was closed, he saw Li Qingjue's small piece of clothes, and couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Master Li!"

He quickly covered his mouth when the words came out, his mind became confused, and he actually called him by this old name.

Behind him, Ping Huaizhen laughed in the car, leaned out through the curtain, and before he could say a word, he saw the thick door opened a few feet away, and the people in the house stepped over the threshold and walked out, their eyes filled with joy.

Instant lovesickness, no further words.

Li Qingjue walked towards him, stepping quickly and then slowly, approaching him step by step.

The boat and the car disappeared without a trace, and Ping Huai looked at him with a chuckle, full of words, unable to speak, and the two were silent.

After a long time, the brilliance in Li Qingjue's eyes gradually settled, his pupils were like black jade and water, and he bent his lips and whispered:

"Yu Lang."

【THAN】

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