The road is not difficult, just long.

Coming from Shangjing, it will take about ten days anyway.

Tanglin is really vast and sparsely populated, and people who are sparse will not be able to see it.

Fu Ji was still waiting today, and when he woke up, he began to wait, waiting for someone, and waiting for death.

Deng Zaoliang came to see him that day, and he forgot what he said when he turned around, but remembered that he mentioned it in and out of the words, and he would bring an old man to visit him later.

That's it, he just got a little snack.

He thought that he finally had something to do.

The old man is the old man, and it doesn't matter if he is an enemy;

It doesn't matter what happens anyway.

To be alive is to be dead, he is nothing but a waste.

Qiu You Mountain is a mountain, the most important thing on the mountain is the scenery is good mosquitoes, but the mosquitoes never bite him, maybe he is too clean, even the smell is clean, and there is no oil and water.

So the mosquito went to keep an eye on the people around him.

Fu Ji was occasionally amused by the little boy who had bitten a mosquito bag, but most of the time he was still staring at a place.

I'm probably counting how many days I have left.

So far away from Shangjing, the people here work at sunrise and rest at sunset, one race after another.

Even if he doesn't work, Fu Ji has always been an early riser, he is not the emperor is this habit, but the child who pushes the wheelchair behind him is an acute child, he doesn't sleep in the morning, and he can get up when he talks about getting up, but he is sleepy all the time, and he talks a lot, so he says let's go back at every turn, although she has passed the development period and her height is not long, but she still wants to make up for more sleep, and then push him out at night to relax.

In general, he is a person who is lazy and talkative, but he can relieve his boredom by staying, so he will go with her.

In fact, if she didn't pay attention to her, she would be able to babble all morning.

Fu Ji thought that this little girl was a little noisy, but she never interrupted out loud, so she regarded it as a spice when waiting for someone, which was also good.

It's better to be noisy than to sit there without him doing anything.

He was afraid that it would be too quiet, and he would be tempted to jump down the mountain again.

The people who serve around him now are all Fu Sen's search, except for the white-bearded old man who comes back and forth once every half a month, and the few secret guards around him who can't see people, the rest are all locals hired from the foot of the mountain, all of them are lively and laughing half-grown children, and the oldest is only fifteen.

Sure enough, he is invincible in youth and energetic in everything he does.

Now pushing a wheelchair behind him, and talking a lot, this is called Bao, who may be born to be a chatter, and the one who speaks has not stopped. She only knows that the man in this wheelchair is good-looking, his face is whiter than tofu, his hands are more tender than tofu, but he is not like the troupe that came to sing during the New Year's Festival.

Ah Bao has never seen such a good-looking man, I thought he was here to serve a bad old man, to serve other people's pension, who knew that it was with such an immortal who came down from the sky as a companion, it was not a secret, she saw his heart at the first sight of the heart puffed and puffed, and couldn't help but talk more, and couldn't stop it, not for anything else, just to attract his attention.

But unfortunately, Po's courtesy and thoughtfulness did not leave a good impression on others, and it was obvious that he still hated her for being noisy.

Po was discouraged for several weeks, and finally thought to himself that this might be because he wasn't pretty, so he talked too much, and he looked noisy.

If she was as beautiful as a fairy, then no one would dislike her for talking too much.

Serving this man is an easy job, and although it looks very noble, it is not difficult to serve.

And he gave a lot of silver, which was enough to feed a large family.

Ah Bao's work of serving people has been done for almost half a year, to be precise, it should be a whole year, but Fu Ji was in bed in bed for the first half of the year, and he had very little time to wake up, even if he woke up, he couldn't say a few words and had to drink medicine, so she still decided to start counting from the second half of the year, after all, he was fully awake from the second half of the year, and he could pick up the bowl and drink the medicine by himself.

Speaking of which, this man's health is really bad, a large number of delicacies are brought to him, he doesn't look at it, the medicine is drunk diligently, bowl after bowl, but the white-bearded old man still comes back once every half a month, and every time he comes, he shakes his head, saying that heart disease is difficult to treat, and he can only treat himself.

What can't be treated, just say that you can't die, you won't get it.

Po hadn't read the book, so he didn't understand.

The conditions on the mountain are too good, so that she is sure that this man must be a rich son from somewhere, he may be specially here to recuperate, there is no shortage of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and the upbringing is also good.

Ah Bao followed Fu Ji for a year like this, he didn't lose weight at all, but gained two pounds, he ate and drank well every day, and the men ate very exquisitely, only three bites of each dish, and the rest was all cheap for her.

But Fu Ji has been a little wrong these days.

He used to respond twice, but this time he was always distracted, and twice he even forgot to drink the medicine, just looking at the pearl hairpin in his hand out of nowhere.

Po also likes pearls, round, white, one can be exchanged for a lot of money, can be braised pork all at once, and eat it for half a month.

It's a pity that such beautiful jewelry will not be given to her.

So who is this thing for?

Po wasn't sure, so he simply didn't guess.

She could already smell the smell of the food, it was made by the two oldest servants who had been following Fu Ji's side, they were only responsible for cooking, and they couldn't be seen at ordinary times.

Fu Ji was changing clothes in the room, and there were other people to serve her in these things, but she just had the strongest sense of presence because she talked a lot and her mouth was broken. When they eat, it is the only time when they are completely quiet, Ah Bao's mouth is full of meat and vegetables, chew and swallow twice, but he will never eat as fast as Fu Ji.

He moved his chopsticks, drank two sips of soup, and stopped eating.

Po looked at him like an empty shelf, but he still had a straight back when he sat on the chair, as if he was maintaining his last bit of self-esteem.

When it was time to cool off at night, Ah Bao really couldn't help it, and asked: "I said, who are you waiting for every day?"

“.................”

No one answered her.

Ah Bao didn't mind, and said to himself: "You can wait, but the medicine still has to be drunk, otherwise what should you do if you faint before the person arrives, and then lie down for another year?"

Fu Ji finally reacted to what she said, raised his eyes to look at her, but still didn't speak.

Even if his eyes are not emotional, they are gentle and can pinch out the water (of course, there is also a part of the melancholy bonus), Ah Bao couldn't stand such a look the most, and immediately surrendered: "Tomorrow is the day of the market at the bottom of the mountain, I'll go and help you inquire." After saying that, I felt that my mouth was dry, and I ran back to pour water.

The next day, Ah Bao really went down the mountain to help Fu Ji inquire, but she didn't pay too much attention to it, the focus was to go to the market to buy something she liked, to say that life is already very good now, like the last time a son in Tsing Yi came, just stayed for just two days, she felt very unaccustomed.

Ah Bao doesn't want anyone to come and grab this territory with her, so it's okay to leave her alone on Qiu You Mountain, and her cooking is actually delicious.

People come and go in the bazaar, Tanglin is the place where Emperor Shengzu made his fortune, and it is also the place where he finally ended, and it is usually lively for a few days, in other words, Yasukuni has been changed to the name of the country, and the emperor has changed the surname Gongsun, and they are the last to know about this place.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and this road is really tired.

Ah Bao picked two thick and durable cloths in the market, and wanted to go back to make two handkerchiefs, after all, Fu Ji likes to be clean, and her food and accommodation are spotless, she has to be ready at any time.

With the girl's thoughts in his heart, Ah Bao showed a shy smile on his face.

But the next second the smile was dispersed by a whip flying in the air.

The shadow is a fierce horse, a fierce horse, they are all very temperamental, unless they are acquaintances, otherwise they will turn their faces when they touch it twice.

Deng Zaoliang was also dizzy in a hurry, forgetting that these days should be the day of the market, otherwise he must have dismounted early, instead of constantly throwing the whip in order to be fast.

It's good when I ride into the city with a photo, but I can't stand the spirit of this horse, and it is still successful in Shangjing, and when I get to such a small place, it is not ordinary.

When there are many people, they are still crowded around, and it is not very convenient to pass. Deng Zaoliang wanted to run to Qiu You quickly, but who knew that Ah Bao was standing in front of the shop next door with a cloth in her arms, and she didn't look at the road, and she didn't react when she walked to the middle of the road.

So if you really get drawn, you deserve it.

Ah Bao was shocked, and when he got up, he looked at it again, heh, he was still an acquaintance, and the boy in Tsing Yi was back.

As soon as this person comes, it will be no good thing, it is because of listening to his words that Fu Gongzi will be so unrelenting, waiting for someone.

Ah Bao is about to die, the girl who grew up in the village naturally can't learn the nobles' set, and she wants to scold her mother when she opens her mouth, but who knows that before she can open her mouth, a Qingyue female voice came out of the carriage, the voice is better than her, the speech is more decent than her, and there is no dirty word in the whole text, but it still sounds extremely mean.

"Where did the wild girl come from?" the voice in it made a movement as he spoke, but he stretched out a little and opened the sedan curtain of the carriage: "The front of Chongyang is Qingming, why are there still people rushing here to touch porcelain, don't you want to live~?"

The hand is slender and feminine, and at first glance it looks like a woman's hand.

Ah Bao held back the words of scolding his mother, and stepped forward to see it clearly.

I listened to the movement outside, and wondered how Deng Fuzi could achieve this virtue in a hurry, so I only looked outside and asked, "Have we arrived?"