At sunset, the sparse autumn rain stopped, shrouded in a touch of afterglow of the sunset, the whole Qingshuitang Village looked leisurely and beautiful, Yang Huaiping paced to a small bamboo fence courtyard in Qingshuitang Village, he wanted to ask about the specific location of Qingtong Creek, to see what the iron tree looked like.

So, Yang Huaiping squeaked and pushed open the wooden door of the bamboo fence courtyard, and at this time, a middle-aged woman in the courtyard who was washing rice walked to Yang Huaiping's side, and she said in a calm tone: "Why did this guy come to my fence courtyard!"

Yang Huaiping said very humbly: "That lady, I want to ask about the location of Qingtong Creek!"

The middle-aged woman stretched out her hand and pointed to the gate of her house, and she said gently: "Get out of the gate of my house, then turn right, and soon you will see a small stream with tall and thick plane trees growing on the bank, that is the Qingtong Creek in our Qingshuitang Village!"

Yang Huaiping smiled at the middle-aged woman and said, "Then thank you, auntie, I have something to do, so I'll go and get busy first!"

The middle-aged woman said in a rather earnest tone: "You see it's already dark this day, it's not too late for you to come to my house for dinner and then leave!"

Just as Yang Huaiping was about to politely refuse, the bright woman walked in from outside the fence door of the small courtyard, and at this time, she could vaguely see that her eyes were a little red, with some tears.

In an instant, Yang Huaiping and the bright woman looked at each other, and the lovers were stunned.

The middle-aged woman looked at the bright woman and said, "Qianqian, you know the guy who came to our house to ask for directions!"

Qianqian bit her thin lip, and she said in a deep voice: "I met once, and he is the lover I asked for in front of the mountain temple!"

Suddenly, Yang Huaiping came back to his senses, and after he smiled awkwardly at the middle-aged woman, Yang Huaiping paced towards the door of the fenced courtyard.

At this time, the bright woman suddenly shouted, "Stop, you can come to my house, and you happen to be met by me, that means that the two of us have fate, and the mountain gods have set the fate of the two of us, do you think you can escape?"

Yang Huaiping stopped suddenly, he couldn't help but think of the three tears of sincerity again, and for a while, that dark and dirty thought came to *Ping's heart again.

After years of vicissitudes of life, the middle-aged woman with deep experience pulled the Mingyan woman aside, and she said to the Mingyan woman in a deep voice: "Although my mother often urges you to marry, but in my opinion, the man in front of you is not an ordinary person, and it is difficult for you to be happy with him.

The bright girl was obsessed, she saw Yang Huaiping stop, the bright girl said: "Mother, you see he stopped, it means that he is interesting to me, I know that he is interesting to me!"

The middle-aged woman was also young, she had also experienced such an infatuation with a man, the middle-aged woman understood her daughter, perhaps because she understood, so she did not want her daughter to embark on a doomed and painful path.

After Yang Huaiping experienced a fierce ideological struggle, he said to the bright woman: "Your name is Qianqian, since you and I are destined, then you can go with me, and I will take you to Qingtongxi!"

The bright woman walked towards Yang Huaiping with a smile, she grabbed Yang Huaiping's arm very affectionately, and said in a brisk tone, "Go!"

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Drifting away, under the background of the setting sun, Yang Huaiping took Qianqian to the bronze stream with many tall and thick plane trees growing on the bank of the river, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at Qianqian beside him and asked: "Why do you believe in me so much, just rely on my words and leave with me, aren't you afraid that I will plot against you?"

Qianqian said with a determined face: "You are the person that the mountain god chose for me, how could the old man of the mountain god choose a bad guy with me, besides, I can see from your eyes that you are not a bad person!"

Hearing this, Yang Huaiping bit his lip and hesitated a little, and after pondering for a long time, he looked at Qianqian with a serious face and said, "You better go home, I'm just a rotten person, stay with me, you will be hurt!"

Qianqian frowned, she pouted and said, "Anyway, I'm already yours now, even if you pick me up, I won't leave!"

Yang Huaiping touched his face, he sighed again and then leaned over to sit on the stone bridge of Qingtong Creek, Yang Huaiping said calmly: "Since this is the case, I can't blame me!"

After Qianqian let out a sigh, he sat next to Yang Huaiping, Qianqian held Yang Huaiping's arm, and then leaned his head on Yang Huaiping's shoulder.

With the passage of time, the sky gradually condensed into jet black, a round of cold moon rose into the sky, and the shadow of the moon was reflected on the Qingtong River, quietly swaying and swaying.

Yang Huaiping turned his head to Qianqian and said: "Qianqian, it's getting late, you better go home, tell your mother, don't let her worry about you, besides, you are a girl's family, you don't go home at night, this is not good!"

Qianqian's brows furrowed, she looked at Yang Huaiping and said, "I'll go home, but you have to promise me to wait for me here, don't go away!"

Yang Huaiping nodded at Qianqian, who let go of his arm and turned to leave from the stone bridge.

Yang Huaiping has always thought that people who play with people's feelings are much more despicable than people who play with people's bodies, at this moment, he feels that he has quietly become the kind of person he hates, and for a while, chaotic thoughts spread out from his mind, and the swaying moon shadow in the Qingtong River he looked at was stunned.

The cutting is continuous, and the rationalization is still messy.

Yang Huaiping sorted out his chaotic thoughts, and he used his true qi to absorb a sycamore leaf floating on the water surface of Qingtong Creek, and somehow, Yang Huaiping suddenly thought of a sentence.

"When the beautiful leaves fall, the veins of life can be seen!"

Yang Huaiping thought to himself that there is no absolute right or wrong, and only after experiencing it can he gradually understand.

At this time, Qianqian ran towards Yang Huaiping, and she shouted: "I told my mother, and she said that she agreed to let me spend the night outside, but she told me to clean myself!"

After the corners of Yang Huaiping's mouth sketched a relieved smile, he shouted to Qianqian: "Then you can come here, just sit here with me and quietly wait for the arrival of the tide, waiting for the appearance of the iron tree." ”

Qianqian took out a tea egg from her pocket, she handed it to Yang Huaiping and said, "You haven't eaten at night, you must be hungry, eat quickly!"

Yang Huaiping took the tea eggs, he peeled the tea eggs with his fingers at a very fast speed and threw them into his mouth, Yang Huaiping took off the clothes on his upper body and handed them to Qianqian: "It's cool in autumn, if you are sleepy, put on my clothes and sleep against me for a while!"

Qianqian looked at Yang Huaiping and smiled happily, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, and she said heartily: "Okay!"