10-year bond

night.The stars are twinkling, and the owners of those twinkling stars should be doomed, right?Sitting under the moon tomorrow, looking at the starry sky, looking at those twinkling stars.Everyone has some calamities to experience in this life.If you escape, you will have both blessings and fortune.If you can't escape, you are very unfortunate, your fate with the world is over, and you will sleep forever in the ground.Tomorrow will be the same, he once had a death calamity, and Mr. Nongyue helped him through it, but he still couldn't escape the death calamity afterwards. This is life, which is always full of misfortune and unknowns.His resurrection is against the laws of heaven, and will eventually be another catastrophe.

"Brother Tomorrow is so elegant." A mother and daughter stood silently behind him.

Turning around tomorrow, he regained his thoughts, and his mood suddenly improved because of the arrival of the two of them.He smiled at Sima Lian, and then smiled at Shangguan Yan.

He asked her, "Has the body recovered?"

Shangguan Yan replied: "Everything is fine, thank you for that."

Hearing thank you, tomorrow he smiled wryly: "Don't be so polite, maybe one day you won't be so polite to me, I will be happier." Fiddled with the long flute that had been dusty for a long time, "I'm still the same as before, what I want is always the same. It's not gratitude, nor anything else. Today, I just hope that we are no longer so alienated."

Shangguan Yan was stunned for a moment, and said apologetically, "I want to see you, but I owe you too much, it's hard to feel at ease without thanking you, and I can't find a way to feel at ease."

"But I think you've already tried your best to find it," said tomorrow slowly, "Ming En, Sima Mingen, but remember the meaning of Tomorrow's En?"

"Yes," Shangguan Yan took a few steps closer, "Chang Feng and I both feel that this way we can never forget what our friend you have done for us."

The sentence of "we" still made Ming Ri feel faintly uncomfortable. He stroked his hair on the sideburns, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand to the stool beside him: "Would you like to sit down?"

Shangguan Yan said: "No." There was a moment of silence, "Maybe sometimes I still miss the old days. In the past, you sat and I stood, that's how you talked."

Tomorrow didn't force it, and smiled: "It's not just you, miss, this is human nature."

There was silence in the courtyard, and the summer had not yet arrived, but the chirping of Xiaming insects could be faintly heard.

"Brother Sima didn't tell you about the daytime incident? The one who attacked your son was a man dressed exactly like Ban Tianyue."

Shangguan Yan was startled, and she also found it inconceivable: "Ban Tianyue? Isn't he already dead, where did Ban Tianyue come from?"

"I didn't say it was really him. The key point is - someone wants to kill the young city lord, maybe the purpose is to become the city lord. If that person wants to be the city lord, his next goal is likely to be stinky tofu." Tomorrow calmly analyzed road.

Shangguan Yan had a trace of anxiety in her eyes: "Then in the future..."

"The battle of life and death is inevitable in the future, and there will be another bloody storm in the city. Everyone witnessed what my father did 30 years ago, eight years ago. Shangguan, Huangfu, and Sima's family were ruined. Even their descendants will die." Fleeing from the hatred left by the previous generation. Now, it seems to be peaceful, but it is really not peaceful... Human life is not worth fame and fortune." Tomorrow continued, and sighed after finishing speaking.

"Then you should be ready for the next battle of life and death."

"I don't need to prepare." Tomorrow said lightly, "No one needs to prepare. All I can do is wait and see. But your son, staying in Sifang City is always a threat to the murderer. I suggest that your family of four, all leave."

Shangguan Yan was taken aback again, she had no idea that he would let her go.He looked at her, the moonlight was shining on the ground, on their shoulders, faces, and eyes.He has a pair of agile eyes, flowing like water waves, and with the cinnabar between his brows, he is more tender than a woman and stronger than a man.His smile is like a rare firework in the world, a meteor that is rare in the world, can make the moon eclipse and make the flower nod in shame.

Shangguan Yan couldn't see these.Sima Lian could see it.At first, she liked him because she was attracted by his appearance, touched by the sadness and loneliness in his brows.From then on, facing that independent figure every day, under the moonlight in front of the window, you can always see the shadow of a charm, playing the flute and composing poems.

The present, not the future.She is still just a child, and I heard that her brother tomorrow will let the family of four leave, including her.She is in a hurry.I was so anxious that my heart jumped up and down, almost wanting to jump out of my mouth.She waited for the answer from the mother, she hoped that the mother would insist on staying, or entangle with brother tomorrow for a while, and finally make a decision that all four members of the family will stay - but Shangguanyan did not say whether to leave, nor did she say whether to stay or not When I came down, I only said that I was tired, and went back to my room to discuss with Sima Xianggong.

Xiao Lian'er became even more anxious.No matter what he said, he refused to go back to the room with his mother to sleep, and pretended to be shy and cute, holding the hem of the skirt with one hand: "The moonlight is dim tonight, it must be because the moon is shy after seeing Brother Tomorrow, and that's why the stars are showing off. Waiting for the beautiful scenery, if you don’t enjoy it today, when will you wait? Mother is so good, don’t force the curtain.”

Mother is so obedient, don't force the curtain.The words lingered in his ears, tomorrow he felt a little uncomfortable, but he just pursed his lips slightly.

Shangguan Yan was helpless, she sighed secretly, swords have feelings, and people have more feelings.Whether it's a utensil, or her child, whoever she likes, no matter what kind of like it is, it will remain unchanged throughout her life.

She remembered that when Lian'er was three years old, she couldn't hold the pen steadily, so she clamored to draw, became fascinated by it, and even got a little crazy.She painted landscapes, huts, herself, and her parents. The paintings were mesmerizing, but the finished products were unbearable to look at.Especially when she took out the portraits of her parents that she had written with her own handwriting, it caused headaches for Long's parents, the goddess of ghosts and sorrows who dominated the rivers and lakes back then.Almost wanted to hit the wall and kill myself.Looking at it from the front, it looks a bit human, but it looks like a clown.Look at it from the side, it looks like a lioness, and from another angle, it becomes another creature.Generally speaking, what she paints are not people, but wild beasts.

But Xiao Lian'er persisted, "This father and mother are relatives, not wild beasts. I paint all day long, but these two paintings are unique, especially for the two elders. Parents were very handsome when they were young." , the Sima couple's blood stagnated, their heartbeat stopped, and they almost fell to the ground and died.

And when she took out a portrait of a person, Sima and his wife had the urge to commit suicide.The line drawing in the painting is lifelike, with a few simple strokes, a face has been outlined, the plump lips are gently raised, contemptuous of everything and full of deep meaning.The dark pupils, the deep eyes, revealing layers of water waves, are infinitely affectionate and captivating.The good-looking Yuanshanmei has a defiant arrogance and a domineering attitude to sit and watch the world.A little cinnabar between the eyebrows shines brilliantly, containing the bitterness and loneliness of the world.All the birds fly high, and the lone cloud goes idle alone.He, unique, is exactly Sai Huatuo and Ouyang Mingri who drove the crane west many years ago.

At that time, Lian'er didn't know Sai Huatuo or Brother Mingri.What she drew was just a vague figure in her heart.Don't think that the Phoenix Blood Sword only has feelings for its master, for someone who has a deep affection for his master, why does it have no feelings for him.

"My lord," the melodious voice is like a rainy day playing music, which is refreshing. The maid during the day is holding a qin in her arms, "This is the qin you asked me to fetch. It's just this qin, which has been played for many years and no one has repaired it. , one of the strings is broken, I wonder if... need a new one?"

Who will listen to the broken string?It's better to put your thoughts on the guqin who has been with him for many years, maybe the soul of the old man returns and he can hear the sound of his piano.

"It's okay, it's okay to play without a string. Sometimes being too perfect is also a flaw." Gently fingering the jade bone, stroking the strings, tuning the strings, and trying to play a few times, "What's your name?"

"Xiaoman." The voice was clear and clear, like drizzle silk.

"It's Miss Xiaoman," he raised his head slightly, Xiaoman seemed a little trembling.After tuning the strings, he put his hands on the table and said, "I think the girl's complexion is not very good, can I let you take a look?"

For some reason, she was so frightened that she took a few steps back, her face turned pale, and she became paler, and said "no need" repeatedly.

Tomorrow didn't care about her exaggerated behavior, and changed the subject, "You and the city lord are indeed master and servant, but the relationship is closer than master and servant."

Xiaoman's face turned from white to crimson, and it was not so obvious under the cover of the night: "No... no, this servant is grateful to the city lord. If there is no city lord, this servant would have starved to death on the street. Thanks for saving my life, I How dare you go beyond the slightest master-servant relationship with the city lord?"

Tomorrow, I will play the piano with low eyebrows, and continue to play.Talking while playing, recalling while playing, "Your eyes are very big, just like my sister."

"Your sister? The late wife of the city lord, Princess Yingying?" Her eyes were filled with joy and sadness.

"That's right," the sound of the piano is melodious and high-pitched, towering like Mount Tai and mighty like rivers, "But when you look closely, you don't look alike at all. Yingying is very naive and mischievous, sometimes domineering, not as gentle as you."

Sima Lian smiled and said, "Hey, sister Xiaoman, the city owner still likes you quite a lot. Hey...don't be shy! Otherwise, why would you be his closest maid...hey."

Xiaoman opened his mouth to argue, but he didn't know how to argue, he groaned for a while, covered his peach blossom smile, blessed Fushen and left.But the moment he turned around, he sighed.

Sima Lian was surprised, and when she couldn't see her figure, he asked, "Sister Xiaoman, why is she sighing?"

"Everything has a cause and an effect. She sighed, naturally there is a reason. It's like your father and mother love each other, and you were born." Tomorrow played the piano backhand, not surprised at all.

"Then do you know what the reason is?" Sima Lian watched Brother Mingri's movement of plucking the strings, fascinated.

"do not know."

"Big brother may not know tomorrow." Sima Lian chuckled, playing with the teacup on the table.

The sound of the piano is lingering, majestic and solemn, broad and mighty. "I'm looking for a friend in the high mountains and rivers," Sima Lian groaned casually, "Isn't Brother Tomorrow feeling lonely?"

The hands that plucked the strings and the sound of the piano trembled slightly, and Tomorrow was shocked: Lian'er understands the rhythm?The fingers rebounded, and the sound of the piano turned from high-pitched and magnificent to desolate and desolate, and the birds hovered on the Zhu.Pick all the cold branches and refuse to live.

"The evening mist is heavy and the sky is wide," Sima Lian said again, "Listening to your qin, I saw the cold scene of the lonely sandbar."

Tomorrow's heart is very touched, she can understand his piano sound, she is still so young.He couldn't help asking: "Lian'er, how did you hear what I was playing?"

"Same as you, guess."

"..."

"Perhaps to be more accurate, I'm better at guessing your heart."

Before the flowers and under the moon, the two drank three cups of tea instead of wine.Let's be happy today, don't forget each other after goodbye.

"Brother tomorrow, do you like me?"

"This... likes..."

"Do you think I'm not good enough for you?" What she hadn't asked yet was "What kind of love? Love between men and women? How is this possible. Love?"

"..."

"One day, I will be worthy of you!"

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