It's as if there are really immortals in the nine heavens. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because he was unwilling to ask Jiao Xuan to build the "twelfth floor", he was unable to succeed no matter how he built it.

But Jiao Xuan was never reconciled.

When the tower collapsed, it was rebuilt.

If you collapse one layer, you will stack two layers.

He desperately wanted it to be high, and it could only get higher a little bit.

Although it can't go to the sky, by the year of Taiwei's death, the "twelfth floor" was already amazingly high. When people stand at the foot of the tower and look up, they even have the illusion that if they are on the top of the tower, they can pick the stars with their hands.

It was so high that it seemed as if the clouds were moving between the towers.

But that's still not sky-high.

What Jiao Xuan painstakingly built was just a big lie.

Taiwei didn't like that tower.

How could there be immortals in the world?

She didn't believe it in the past, and now she still doesn't believe it, even if she has experienced it herself. What happened to her and her mother must have other explanations, and it has nothing to do with ghosts and gods, and it has nothing to do with immortals.

Jiao Xuan built the tower, which cost countless people, not to mention the loss of labor and money, and I don't know how many lives were put into it.

When the tower collapsed, many workers were crushed to death, not to mention those who were used by him to sacrifice the tower.

The fingers that were holding the handle of the umbrella tightened slightly.

She looked at her father, her eyes suddenly solemn.

Although he did not die because of the tower, he did die in front of the tower, and he was pierced through the heart with an arrow, and he did not see it.

For her, the broken tower is really not an auspicious thing.

Now that she was almost exposed because of it, it was even more hateful when she thought about it.

The raindrops above the head were like falling, falling bigger and bigger, as if they were about to break their souls.

Taiwei was distraught, looked at her father and said quickly: "My daughter still has something, so I won't disturb your peace." ”

She couldn't stay any longer.

But Qi Yuanzhang stopped her.

Taiwei stiffened and turned to look at him.

He was soaked, dressed in floral clothes, embarrassed, with strands of hair sticking to his cheeks and green stubble on his chin.

He held out his hand to her, straight and firm: "Give me the umbrella." ”

Taiwei was stunned for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you say?"

Qi Yuanzhang yawned, and said casually in the crackling rain: "I'll let you hand me the umbrella." ”

Taiwei looked at him in disbelief, and found that he was serious, and his face turned cold: "Don't you love the rain? ”

Qi Yuanzhang hooked his fingers and urged her to hurry up and hand over the umbrella in his hand: "I just love the rain, can't I love it now?"

Taiwei looked at him, seeing that he clearly didn't want to play an umbrella with her, and said that he didn't want to give him the umbrella: "I'll have someone bring you one." ”

He was already soaking wet left and right, and he was not bad for this time.

She was about to leave after speaking, but before she took two steps away, she heard her father sneering behind her back: "Am I your Lao Tzu, or are you my Lao Tzu?"

This is not at all the body of an elder, but it seems very ordinary when it is placed on him.

Taiwei didn't want to pay attention to him, but she had just made a big mistake, and no matter how obedient she was at the moment, it was not enough, where could she continue to be presumptuous.

She stopped, turned around, and handed the umbrella forward.

Qi Yuanzhang snatched it and covered it on his head.

Raindrops poured down on Taiwei.

It's too slightly wooden, no matter how you look at it, you're angry.

Qi Yuanzhang said: "You sneak out of the door, I don't annoy you, but what is Xue Huaijian? He gave birth to a face that everyone loves, and you are bewitched?"

He doesn't talk about the defense of men and women, and he doesn't talk about giving and receiving things privately.

He didn't say a word about his parents' orders or marriage contracts.

He just stood under the umbrella dripping and said, "This rain is very good, you are drenched and sober." ”

Taiwei gritted her teeth and let the cold rain pour from head to toe, but a raging fire rose in her heart.

Qi Yuanzhang knew that she was angry, but he didn't think it was angry, but he just smiled silently, as if he was waiting for her to speak.

However, Taiwei looked at the umbrella in his hand and didn't bother to say a word to him again.

She snorted coldly and was about to walk away.

This time, Qi Yuanzhang didn't stop her again.

She walked fast, her clothes fluttering, like a butterfly in the rain.

Qi Yuanzhang then raised his foot and followed unhurriedly.

Suddenly, looking at the back of his daughter not far away, he suddenly sighed silently.

When he returned to the study, he casually took off his soaked coat and sat down at the table with only his middle coat. He still had people stand outside the door and not be disturbed.

No one knows what he's doing in there.

The study was so quiet that you could hear a pin.

On the long black lacquer case, there are piles of books.

or spread out, or fold.

There are a few copies, and when you look closely, they have been slightly curled, as if they have been read many times.

Qi Yuanzhang lay on the chair, closed his eyes and recuperated, and gradually lightened his breathing. He didn't say a word, he didn't change his clothes, he just leaned back in his chair like this, and remembered what was on his mind.

Time is like rain, little by little.

After some time, he finally opened his eyes, stretched, and sat up straight in his chair.

With his big hand outstretched, he grabbed an old book on the desk.

After opening them, he picked out a few pieces of paper from inside.

The paper is as thin as a cicada's wings, and it exudes a fragile atmosphere in the slightly dimly lit room.

Qi Yuanzhang stood up and went to light a lamp.

It was raining outside, and it was daylight, but it was still dark. If the lights are not lit, the house will be almost the same as in the evening. Although he was still deaf and bright, the light around him was dim, and no matter how bright his eyes were, he could not see in the dark.

After all, man is nothing more than a creature as fragile as paper.

When it's dark, you have to light the lights, when it rains, you have to use an umbrella, you can't stand hunger, you can't bear the ice......

Qi Yuanzhang unfolded the paper in his hand under the light.

The writing was messy, messy and disorderly.

These are all things that he wrote down in his letters.

Erniang doesn't like to be close to people and is not good at cheating.

Sanniang has a big temper and shallow eyelids.

Siniang pretends to be clever and ambitious.

......

As for Wu Niang Taiwei.

Qi Yuanzhang suddenly lifted the pen, dipped a full drop of ink, and erased Taiwei's name.

He scribbled haphazardly on the paper, seemingly for no purpose.

Over and over again.

Finally, he wrote this sentence in the margin:

It's too small, where the power is.

Taiweiyuan, who is south of the Beidou, has the same name as his daughter.

The word "too little" in his pen at the moment refers to her and to it.

More than ten years ago, when Taiwei was born, he used these two words to make her name, which was very wanton.

Now that I think about it, a girl's house is really ...... with such a name After a while.

Qi Yuanzhang stared at the wet handwriting on the paper and narrowed his eyes slightly.

That kid's temper really doesn't look like Jiang's at all.

He suddenly raised his hand and pressed the tissue paper between his fingers close to the flames.