Night!

The sky, as if it began to slowly damp with ink, slowly covered the earth, and quickly spread to the pure street, immersed in the elegant and quiet houses. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As at this moment,

Sitting on the bamboo pear chair, staring at the green bamboo wood wall to balance the heart of the rest of his life.

Things in the world have always seemed slow and urgent.

The way of blessing and misfortune is like a shadow.

Heng Yusheng, who stared at the green bamboo wooden wall, just looked at the wooden wall quietly, expressionless.

He's thinking about all the things that happened today:

Who is coming?

In terms of unfathomable strength, it could have been easily extinguished, but no one died, and directly took away the treasure of a jade ship, is it a warning?

And also

The words of Hallyu rain have been echoing in my ears and slowly flowing into my heart.

"If you believe me, you and I don't have to say more! Or kill me!"

Today's trend!

Chaos is born!

The forces of all parties are inexplicable!

Mingzi and Darkzi are all about to move, and even he, Ling Yage's all the way, is unexpectedly trapped in the net when he is not right.

"Young master, drink some soup to warm your stomach!"

Gentle footsteps came from the back room, a thin old man, lifted the green sand purple curtain beads, held the night purple wooden box in his hand, came to the somewhat dim hall, looked at the young master who had been staring at the green bamboo wooden wall, sighed slightly, carefully put the night purple wooden box in his hand, put it on the bamboo pear table, and slowly walked to a few glass lamps that had not yet been lit.

"Uncle Jing, didn't you say it a long time ago! Don't worry about these trivial things at home, let the future generations come!"

After the lights in the hall were bright, he stared at the green bamboo and wooden walls of Heng Yusheng, and then slowly came to his senses, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the old man with a little rickety back, trembling hands and carefully covering the glass lamp.

"Hehe, I'm used to it! I don't feel at ease when I talk about others. ”

The old man, who was a little clumsy in his back, turned around, smiled and looked at the young master who picked up the white porcelain cup and drank it in one gulp, and relieved the wrinkles on his face.

"Come on, Uncle Jing! Sit!"

Heng Yusheng, who drank the warm soup in one gulp, put down the white porcelain cup, stood up, walked to the old man who was a little rickety, stretched out his hand, helped the old man, and said warmly.

The old man slowly walked to the bamboo pear chair and sat down in the position where Han Fluyu was sitting just now.

"Old man, really old, once upon a time! Like Shiga Mountain behind us, I slipped up and down with the young master on my back, and it was only half a pillar of incense time, my face was not red and I was not panting, and now, from the kitchen to the inner hall, I was afraid of falling the lamp!"

Looking at the young master who slowly helped him to sit down, he patted the kitchen dust on his body with low eyebrows, with a slight smile on his face, the old servant known as Uncle Jing also relaxed the wrinkles on his face, and kept shaking his head with sighs.

"How can you be! You live a long life, and you should be strong when you are old!"

Straightened up, turned Heng Yusheng, who was sitting on the edge of the bamboo pear table, and looked at the old man who kept shaking his head with a smile, laughing and shaking his hands.

"Look!

The old man who shrunk his legs and curled up on the wide bamboo pear chair looked at the young master shaking his hand with a comfortable face, laughing loudly, sighing for a while, and having endless melancholy on his face.

"No more smiling, no smiling!

Heng Yusheng, who laughed and shook his hands, looked at the old man curled up on the wide bamboo pear chair, with a melancholy look on his face, squinted, raised his hand, took a clean white porcelain cup, poured half of the green sprouts that were a little cold, and clasped them with both hands and handed them to the old man.

"Young Master, I miss Shiga Mountain in our hometown a little. ”

The old man curled up on the wide bamboo pear chair took half of the green sprouts with a melancholy face, just held it in both hands, sighed, turned his head, and looked at the young master with a smiling face, just wanted to say something more.

"Not right now!"

Heng Yusheng, who was smiling, looked at the old man curled up on the bamboo pear chair in front of him, waved his hand, and intercepted the old man's melancholy words.

For a while, silently!

The old man curled up on the bamboo pear chair shrunk his neck, slowly frowned, and looked at the young master who was close in front of him, waving his hands and smiling face, looking at himself with clear eyes!

Master, no one can change what is decided!

It's just that in my heart, I am a little inexplicably afraid!

People, live a lifetime, see more things, the more you live, the less timid you are!

Today, Master Han went to the mansion early to meditate, and he knew that something must have happened to the young master, otherwise, how could Master Han come to meditate and stay in the house!

To meditate is to fulfill a promise.

He's afraid, what in case.

Just now, I was sitting with my back in the back of the hall, the young master and the old man Han, in the hall, had been silent, I knew that this time the incident must be serious!

The young master's temperament, even if the sky falls, one shoulder, he will carry it with a smile!

He didn't say it, and he couldn't ask himself, so he had to start from his hometown and see if he could, and avoid it!

I can't afford to provoke it, let's hide!

But, young master, hey...... He is soft on the outside and strong on the inside!

"It's okay!"

Heng Yusheng, who was smiling, looked at the old man holding the white porcelain cup in both hands, and smiled!

"Hey......."

The old man curled up on the bamboo pear chair frowned, looked at the young master with a smile on his face, trembling his hands, picked up the white porcelain cup, slowly lowered his head, and took a small sip gently.

The green sprouts that are a little cool,

Scattered with a unique pure fragrance,

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It's a little bitter,

A little astringent!