"Miss Gao. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Xin Yi's fingertips pierced into the palm of her hand, what she hated was not her, but her own powerlessness, "There is a pastry shop in the East Market, and the fresh sweets are all wonderful." This year, the osmanthus flowers are blooming well, and the shop must make osmanthus cakes. Bring some to your brother, it's both in season and fragrant. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we could taste osmanthus cake together and enjoy the autumn colors of October?"

"Okay, okay, thank you, Miss Xin!" Gao Wanxiu responded happily like a child, then lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around to run into the night.

Xin Yi was a ghost, and suddenly stopped her: "Wanxiu!"

This is the first time Xin Yi has called Gao Wanxiu's maiden name. Her voice trembled a little, and she couldn't say more than half a sentence. Gao Wanxiu stopped as she said, but she didn't look back.

Xin Yi swallowed the sourness in his throat, and tried his best to make his voice clear in the pouring autumn rain: "The matter of Furong Garden, I don't think you did anything wrong. ”

Gao Wanxiu's back froze for a moment, and then began to tremble slightly, I don't know if she was crying or laughing. After a long time, her hoarse voice came faintly—

"Maybe it's only at this moment that I understand that people live this life, sometimes just for that breath. ”

Gao Wanxiu resolutely left, and Lingding's figure was swallowed up by the night in a moment. The heavy rain was pouring down, and the water was like an injection, leaving only Xin Yi holding a bamboo umbrella and standing alone at the entrance of the house.

She looked up at the vast rain curtain, the autumn rain was bleak with a thousand powers, and the sound of the uproar poured down on her heart, cooling the autumn mood and cooling her heart.

"If you get this son, you can win the world. Xin Yi let out a long breath, and the yellowed wild history in his mind gradually became clear.

Bohai Gao has a son, who can write at the age of five, can write at the age of seven, and can make decisions about the world at the age of nine. Young and talented, shocking Kyushu. This incident alarmed the emperor, summoned him into the palace to take countermeasures, was greatly surprised, and left a holy sentence that has been passed down through the ages: "If you wait for this son to grow up, you can get this son, and you can win the world." ”

Later, even Mr. Fulong, Liu Zhen, was moved by his love for talent, and went to Gao's house to accept him as an apprentice, praising and saying: After a hundred years, this son can inherit the name of Fulong. Therefore, the son got the nickname: Little Fulong.

Such a young man, if he is a civilian, just like Liu Zhen traveled around the world to protect Ning, if he is five surnames and seven wangs, it is not a problem to be crowned the king and worship the prime minister.

However, this son was born in a declining family: Bohai Gao. And he is also the eldest son who will inherit the patriarch in the future.

Pifu is not guilty, but Huaibi is guilty.

As a result, this son changed from the glory of the Gao family to a scourge. A scourge that a Gao family simply can't afford.

The five surnames and Qiwang once proposed: let this son cut off the Gao family and enter the family tree of the five surnames. However, the Bohai Gao clan also attached great importance to this bloodline that might revitalize the Gao clan again, and unexpectedly rejected the five surnames. The two sides were deadlocked, Kyushu discussed a lot, and finally there were people who loved talents to write to the people, and the emperor came forward and issued a holy decree: This son is the hope of my Great Wei and the pillar of the country. In the name of the Son of Heaven, I will ensure his growth. No matter when and why, they will be free to save their lives.

Just when the whole world was watching how this "battle for the treasure" ended, this son was killed by a stupid mountain bandit who didn't know his identity during an outing. The world regretted it for a while, and after nearly 20 years, the matter slowly subsided.

Unexpectedly, this son was stolen and replaced with pillars and hidden in the Gangji Temple. As a result, he exchanged the rest of his life for an agreement, and the Gao family was peaceful.

A person and a family are placed on the scale pole and counted clearly. Even if the chips are the sons of the world, it is a "good deal" that everyone can't refuse.

He is a young genius, Xiao Fulong.

He is a monk of the Gang Ji Temple, round dust.

He is the eldest son of the Gao family, Gao Wanxian.

It was already midnight, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the cool air of the autumn night was a white mist, blurring the bleakness of the city.

Xin Yi stood at the door, his hands and feet were frozen stiff, and he didn't want to go back to the house immediately. She wished the nights were longer, slower, and preferably never had the dawn of sunrise.

Because, it will be an elegy for the sunrise stained red with blood.

Xin Yi didn't know when he was dragged back to the house by the green butterfly, Xu was injured and tired, and as soon as he touched the sleepiness of the couch, he swept over.

When Xin Yi opened his eyes again, it was already three poles of the sun, and the autumn sun gently shone into the green screen window, bringing with it the aroma of the greasy and greasy laurel after the rain.

Xin Yi's heart was excited, and his fingertips suddenly became cold.

When the rain stopped, the slave helped the girl to put up the curtain and let her smell the cinnamon. Green Butterfly smiled and freshened up for Xin Yi as usual.

However, when she turned around to pick up the curtain, Xin Yi's voice came faintly: "Green Butterfly, tell me." ”

"It turns out that the girl has already guessed. Green Butterfly's voice suddenly dimmed, she didn't look back, and stared in front of the window, "The news of Chenshi, but the slave maid has been worried about how to tell the girl." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Miss Gao is gone...... Right at the entrance of the mountain ......."

Even if she already knew the ending, Xin Yi still felt a pain in her heart in an instant, and she had to clench the quilt tightly and take a few deep breaths: "How to be specific, tell me carefully." If you miss a little, you must be good-looking. ”

The green butterfly still hasn't looked back. She looked out the window at the osmanthus tree that had been beaten by the autumn rain overnight, and her tone suddenly became ethereal.

"I heard the little novice of the temple say that as soon as the mountain gate was opened early in the morning, I saw Miss Gao standing there with a box of osmanthus cakes. Her whole body was soaked with rain, her face was as white as a ghost, and she only said that she wanted to see the Yuanchen host. ”

"And then?" Xin Yi's fingertips tore the embroidery on the brocade quilt.

Then the host of Yuanchen came out to meet her. The two of them didn't say a word, but sat on the ground on the blue stone at the entrance of the mountain. Share a box of osmanthus cakes. At that time, the scene was weird, it looked like an ordinary person who came to visit the host of Yuanchen, and sat by the way to chat and taste pastries. But the two sat opposite each other, without saying a word, and the host of Yuanchen was even more pale and pale. ”

Green Butterfly paused, as if she needed to gather her strength before she could finish what was still terrifying to her.

Then, after the last piece of pastry was eaten, Miss Gao smiled. According to Xiao Shami, the smile was beautiful, and it was not like a smile that could be found in this world. However, Miss Gao was confused by the rain, and called her brother to the Yuanchen host, and she bled and fell to the ground......"

"It's just that I ate a box of pastries, why is it gone? Xin Yi barely suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, but his fingertips trembled violently.

"It is said that the sharp-eyed little novice can see clearly. Part of the box of osmanthus cakes was marked. You say it's strange, the two don't have half a conversation, but it seems that they have a heart, Miss Gao only eats the ones that are marked, and the Yuanchen host only takes the ones that are not marked. Later, some good deeds went to look at the crumbs of the pastry, and found that the marked osmanthus cake was only the marked osmanthus cake, each containing a huge poisonous ......"

Later, Green Butterfly lamented that "Miss Gao's recklessness will eventually harm herself", and Xin Yi couldn't hear half a word. The fingertips on her grip on the brocade quilt suddenly loosened, and she felt like she was silently exhausted.

She felt so tired, tossing and turning in this world, covered with dust.

She doesn't know if Gao Wanxiu is impulsive or not, whether she has no brains. But she knew that she used her last brother to draw an end to her life with her own hands, which was her unwillingness and her pride.

Some people spend their lives for the purple robe and gold belt, some people for the power, for the northern beauty, for the history of the name, but there is another kind of person, just for that breath.

Fight all your life, just to call you "brother" in person at the end.

Sixteen years of patience and repression, rather than living, it is better to be a moth to a fire, the first and last "brother", exhausted his life, and he has no regrets.