On an April day, catkins are flying everywhere in the forest. The catkins accompanied by the gentle wind decorate the green grove more lively. Large balls of hairballs rolled on the grass and leaves, like broken clouds, and they couldn't be put together even if they wanted to.

Nanfeng stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek that had been touched by the catkins, and said to the little scholar, "Do you want to thank me? To tell you the truth, I wasn't here to save you, I was ......"

She didn't finish her sentence, because the little scholar pressed her into his arms.

He was so thin that her chest and arms ached.

She's saved you, but you're not so excited, are you? Why do you feel like you're making a promise? Nanfeng pushed him, uh, he hugged him tighter, like a little doll who had just found his mother.

There was an extra drop of hot water on her neck, followed by a second and a third......

Huh? Is the "little doll" coquettish?

She couldn't guess what excitement he was, but she could feel his surging sadness, and involuntarily patted him on the back, hoping that his emotions would calm down.

"Are you alright?" asked Nanfeng.

He didn't answer her, but he cried happily.

The little scholar cried fiercely, which made Nanfeng uneasy. She always felt that the scene was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had experienced it.

In the River of No Return, she once got fragmentary memories of her past life. There is always a boy in those memories, although he can't see his appearance clearly, but subjectively thinks that it is a very gentle young man, and a smile can affect her feelings.

She once asked Su Chen, what was her past life like, in addition to the tragic encounters, did she have good memories, was there such a person who could think about what she thought and was anxious about what she was anxious about? Will there be someone waiting for her to prove that she once existed?

Su Chen said in a mocking tone: Don't be stupid, you lived a very hard life in your previous life, and there is nothing worth recalling.

But the appearance of the little scholar made the figure in Nanfeng's memory fragments almost have a clear face and a pair of bright and gentle eyes.

This once again aroused Nanfeng's curiosity about his past life.

The little scholar finally calmed down and released Nanfeng from his arms. His eyes were wet, but through the mist, he focused all his eyes on her.

Nanfeng tilted his head and asked him, "Do you know me?"

She felt stupid for her question. She has been dead for one hundred and thirteen years, and it is impossible for anyone who knew her to be alive in the world, let alone a sick and weak young man.

But she couldn't control her mouth and asked stupidly.

At that moment, she really hoped that he was a demon who had lived for more than a hundred years.

The splash in the little scholar's eyes burst out because of the blink, leaving two strings of marks on his dirty face. He pursed his lips, his voice hoarse, and replied, "You resemble one of my old friends." ”

This is a cliché to pick up a girl, and the south wind pouts.

"Are you a demon?"

The little scholar shook his head.

Nanfeng was a little disappointed, but also a little happy. Two different emotions mingled and she was overwhelmed.

He moved a few inches forward, closer to the south wind, and asked her, "Are you...... What's your name? Alone?"

South Wind: "......"

Grunt.

Her stomach was growling.

She was already hungry, and after this series of tosses, she was even more hungry. She said embarrassedly, "I was just looking for something to eat, and I'm hungry." Do you want to thank me? Or treat me to a meal? ”

"Hungry?" he suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Okay." ”

She didn't know what was good about being hungry, and after seeing his next move, the whole person was not good.

He first wiped away the tears on his face, and then solemnly touched the ground from the inside to the outside, from top to bottom, for a long time, and finally found three copper plates from his pocket. He rubbed the three copper plates in the palm of his hand and carefully placed them in Nanfeng's palm.

It's like giving her my life.

But three copper plates can buy two steamed buns, and you can't buy one bun! The complicated emotions that had just accumulated disappeared at once, and the spirit of Nanfeng returned to the right track, but there was an extra feeling of loss.

The little scholar saw Nanfeng's disappointment, chuckled, and used his fingertips to flick the copper plate in her palm, and said, "You first use two copper plates to buy a steamed bun, and then you will be fine, and the remaining copper plate will be given to me, and I can use it to make a lot of money." ”

What kind of money can you make with a copper plate? Do you gamble? I'm afraid the gambling house won't let you in.

Nanfeng felt that Xiaoshu was sick and confused, so he laughed dryly twice and said, "You don't plan to plant it in the soil and wait for it to grow copper plates, right?"

The little scholar didn't speak, but only pulled her and walked to the most prosperous place outside the woods.

"Are you sure you want to go to a crowded place, aren't you afraid of meeting those stinky Taoist priests again?" asked Nanfeng, behind the little scholar.

He looked back and smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"But ......"

"What's your name?"

"South wind. The 'south' of 'southeast, northwest', and the 'wind' of 'wind'. ”

"Oh, that's right, my name is Xizhou. ”

Xizhou?

I didn't expect this little scholar to be thicker than Su Chen's skin!

Half an hour later, Nanfeng nibbled on the steamed bun and watched the little scholar's every move suspiciously.

Just now, he bought three sheets of rice paper from a copper plate, and repeatedly asked his boss to rent a shoddy brush, an inkstone with ink, a seal material, and a small carving knife. He boasted about Haikou and said that as rent, he would pay back a tael of silver in a while.

The boss looked at him with the same eyes as the south wind, and they all felt that this kid was not a fool.

The little scholar fetched some water from the well, washed his face, tidied up his appearance, and then hid in a secluded alley, patiently carved a small seal, spread out rice paper, and began to draw on it.

His gestures are very methodical, and the shade of ink is appropriate, even if he uses such an inferior pen, it does not hinder his play in the slightest. He drew quickly and steadily, and even the occasional violent coughing and wheezing did not cause the tip of his pen to tremble.

Towards the end of the evening, the little scholar finished painting two landscape paintings, and Nanfeng looked at them roughly, one was a spring scene and the other was a winter scene. In both paintings, there is a man and a boat, and both have continuous mountains and wide rivers. The difference is that one mountain is full of peach blossoms and full of spring, and the other is snowy, quiet and pure.

As for the location, according to Nanfeng's guess, it should be Wushan.

Yes, Nanfeng didn't remember the appearance of Wushan, but she felt that someone had boasted to her about the beauty of Wushan, and that scenery faintly formed a pattern in her mind, which was no different from these two patterns.

As for who mentioned it to her, she couldn't remember it exactly, and only vaguely thought that it was a young man with high spirits, a young man who could alarm the world with a brush.