The first, fifteenth, seventh, silence is better than sound here

Chen Jialuo smiled faintly, didn't make a sound, stood up, and still looked back at the tombstone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Peng Xin listened to Jiang Yunqiu's words, and was shocked, yes, if someone stabbed him at this time, I don't know if he can stand up.

Bai Hao smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to worry, can someone come to Chief Helmsman Chen's side silently? It's not that easy, and besides, there must be someone guarding Chief Helmsman Chen." ”

Jiang Yunqiu saw that Chen Jialuo was still looking at the tombstone, she took two steps forward: "Uncle Chen, my aunt is dead, and there are no bones left, why do you still talk to this cold tombstone? She can't hear it at all." ”

"She can hear me talking to her," Chen Jialuo looked at Jiang Yunqiu in surprise: "She can hear me." Yunqiu, you are still young, you won't understand, she can hear what I say!" he turned his eyes to look at the name on the tombstone again, his expression was so focused, his voice was so gentle, and his tone was so lingering: "She will be able to hear it!

"Yes," Peng Xin was so moved, deeply shocked by his infatuation, she suddenly said excitedly: "She can hear it, whether the helmsman Chen is saying it to her tombstone, or to her portrait, or even to everything she said during her lifetime, she can hear it." Moreover, Mr. Chen's helmsman is facing the wilderness, facing the mountains, facing the flowing water, facing the night sky, facing the flowers and trees, facing the lamps and candles, no matter what he is talking to, as long as he is talking to her, she can hear it. ”

She didn't know why she was so excited, she just felt that she knew him, her voice trembled a little, and her face was slightly red: "She must be able to hear it." ”

Chen Jialuo, Jiang Yunqing sisters, Bai Hao, Ye Lei, etc. all looked at her in surprise, and listened to her talk endlessly, but they couldn't speak.

After a while, Chen Jialuo smiled and said, "Yes, she can hear it." I think Miss Peng also has someone in her heart. ”

Peng Xin's face turned crimson: "Chief Helmsman Chen, what are you talking about." ”

Jiang Yunqiu smiled: "Uncle Chen, did you say that Sister Peng has a sweetheart?"

"Sister Yunqiu," Peng Xin hurriedly interrupted her.

At this time, Bai Hao stepped forward and said, "Chief Helmsman Chen, let's go back together." ”

"It's fine. With that, Chen Xinyan turned out from behind a tree, and the group went down the mountain to Jiang's house.

Jiang Yunqing and Bai Hao have understood each other for more than two months, and they have become even more heart-to-heart. Jiang Peilin, his son, daughter-in-law and family members also saw it in their eyes and were happy in their hearts, and the two of them met every day and got along every day.

On this day, the two met on the back hillside, and Bai Hao smiled and said, "Sister Yunqing, we have lived here for so long, I want to ......" He paused deliberately.

"Do you want to go?" Jiang Yunqing was taken aback and hurriedly asked.

Bai Hao smiled faintly: "I just feel really embarrassed to disturb you for so long." ”

"What's this?" Jiang Yunqing smiled sweetly: "My grandfather is very hospitable, and it is common for his friends to live in my house for a year and a half. ”

"Those are all good friends of Jiang Lao Hero," Bai Hao couldn't help laughing, determined to tease her again: "They are all big heroes and heroes, they won't have anything if they live for a year or two, but I'm just a junior." ”

"Are you ......" Jiang Yunqing hurriedly said, and as soon as the words came out, she immediately stopped. After a pause, he said: "Your ancestor and my grandfather have also met, and my grandfather has praised your ancestor, besides, we ...... We are ...... again Is...... Friend, it doesn't matter if you live for a year or two. As long as...... As long as there is no one at home waiting for you to go back, it doesn't matter if you live for ten or eight years. As she said this, her face turned crimson with shame.

Bai Hao listened and understood what she was saying, if you don't have a wife or sweetheart, you can live here for a long time. In other words, I can marry you if you want. At that moment, I suddenly felt a sweetness in my heart, and excitedly stretched out my hand and held her slender jade hand: "Sister Yunqing." ”

Jiang Yunqing smiled and lowered her head shyly: "Brother Hao." ”

The two snuggled up to each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, neither of them wanting to break this quiet and sweet moment.

It's really "silence is better than sound here!"

"Silence is better than sound here!"

But here silence means desolation and loneliness!

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The mountain road at dusk looks particularly desolate!

In the desolate dusk mountain road, there is a lonely traveler, which looks even more desolate and lonely!

This lonely and lonely traveler is Kangle.

After coming out of Xia's house, Kang Le left without a purpose, and he didn't know where to go.

As he was walking, there was a sound of horses' hooves behind him, and he plucked his horse's head and gave way to the side, not caring about anyone coming behind him, but just taking his own.

The three riders behind were not in a hurry to hurry, one of them was about fifty years old, wearing a blue-gray washed and clean Confucian shirt, he was tall and thin, with a beard floating on his chin, and he looked like an old Confucian no matter how he looked.

The other was about twenty-four years old, and was born thin, tall, and well-mannered.

The other was a fifty-eight-year-old woman.

The old gentleman said to the young man: "Feng'er, this time you go to Jiangnan, you can see those intoxicating scenery." As for Huashan, whether you go or not, it's up to you. ”

"Daddy. The young man looked longing: "Is Jiangnan really as good as the poem says?"

"The scenery in Luoyang is not bad, but it is far worse than Jiangnan. The old gentleman smiled and said, "Otherwise, how could the ancestors have written such verses." ”

"Father," said the young man, "I remember a word, which goes like this:

"The southeast shape wins, Jiangwu will be the capital, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people.

The cloud tree surrounds Tisha. The angry waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is endless.

The city is full of jewels, and the household is rich and luxurious.

Heavy lakes and mountains offer Qingjia, there are three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus.

Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby.

Thousands of horsemen have high teeth, listen to Xiao drums while drunk, and appreciate the smoke.

The picture of the other day will be, good times, return. Feng Chi Kua. ”

"This one is written about the Qiantang River. The old man said: "There are many good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many good words and poems, you can know it when you see it." People say that 'the scenery makes Jiangnan' is this. ”

When the old gentleman saw Kangle's appearance, he smiled and asked, "How sad are the pedestrians?"

Kang Le listened, looked at the three of them, and said coldly: "Duckweed wandering has no roots, don't you ask?"

"The same is the end of the world, why should we know each other when we meet?" The old man was still smiling, and he must have wanted to talk to Kang Le: "Young man, the word 'love' is the disaster of all things......"

Before he could finish his words, the old woman said coldly: "What is the 'disaster of all things', it is just you." She said to Kang Le again: "Young man, don't listen to his nonsense. ”

Kang Le looked back and saw that the woman looked kind and kind, graceful and solemn, wearing a black dress, and was more than half a hundred years old, but she was still delicate and refined between her eyebrows.

"Eldest sister," the old man said with a smile, "you have helped others again." ”

"You have talked all the way here, and you haven't said enough?" The woman said: "My ears are loud, you can teach Feng'er a lesson, and now you want to talk about people, don't you?"

"You don't have to listen to what we say. The old man was still grinning.

"Ziru," the woman's face became even colder, "don't be complacent with me." If it weren't for the wind, I wouldn't have gone through this again. She said the word "Feng'er" and turned her head to look at the young man, with a rare smile on her face.

"Auntie," the young man said with a smile, "Feng'er has apologized to you, so you can forgive Daddy." ”