Ten years of night rain in rivers and lakes[1]

The children of the rivers and lakes are old, and they are old and forget to return. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Acacia flying geese, sitting sad and red-faced, exquisite autumn moon ten years crystal curtain.

Verse 1: Young people in white

"Fu Qiu, the criminal officer, is yin at the time, and the soldier is also like a soldier, and he uses gold in the line; it is the righteousness of heaven and earth, and he often takes killing as his heart. Therefore, it is in Leye, the voice of the business is the voice of the West, and the law of July is the law. Business, injury, things are old and sad, raze, killing, things are too prosperous and should be killed. ”

- Ouyang Zi of the Northern Song Dynasty "Autumn Sound Fu"

The night was dark, but the rain was unusually pouring, splashing on the bluestone path. The water droplets jumped up and down, and jumped up again, and the sight seemed to be fixed at the moment when the water droplets splashed, passing through its crystal body, and a long figure not far away soaked out and gradually enlarged.

This is a small road in Wuxi, south of the Yangtze River. Time is the fifth year of the apocalypse, an eventful autumn.

The figure strolled through the sound of rain with a delicate little umbrella. He continued to move forward along the mountain road, against the direction in which the rain had fallen. After a short time, he came to a house and stopped. The door of this courtyard is closed, and the red paint on both sides has faded, showing that it has been abandoned for a long time. The seal on the door is black and white, and the ten words "Jinyi pro-army are commanding the envoy seal" are vaguely recognizable.

A flash of lightning flashed, thunder suddenly rose, and the wind and rain became terrible, and there were three points like a ghost roaring: "Give me back my life!" Seven points like a woman crying: "Don't abandon the slave family, I am wronged!" seems to tell the unknown old past of this old mansion.

The man looked at the plaque with four dark gold characters embedded in the courtyard door and sighed. With a "click", the plaque suddenly collapsed a corner, as if it was also revealing some different kind of weirdness with the sound of the wind.

"'The sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of the ear, the family affairs, the state affairs, the world affairs, everything is concerned. [2] In the past, if we did not understand this couplet, it seemed that we did not understand the meaning of Fan Wenzhenggong's "worries and worries of the world", but it was the hypocrisy of the ancestors. Oh, now that I look at it, it's just hypocrisy. These dozens of words came out clearly in the sound of wind and rain, and the words were round and round, like jade hitting each other.

The sound of rain salsa. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, he put the side of the umbrella eaves, not only glimpsed the pine on the left side of the front door of the courtyard, but also flashed his white face. It's a young man. He was only twenty-five or sixteen years old, but he seemed to have infinite sorrow, revealing his lifelike eyebrows, and his expression was like a standing year. He was about six feet tall,[3] dressed in white, and even with an umbrella and only half of his body exposed, he could not hide his extraordinary temperament.

The young man in white made a messenger, and he walked forward slowly, and his right hand was loosened.

This pine is high out of the courtyard, with a stout body and a proud body, and let the heavy rain "crackle" on his body, and he is indifferent, as if he was born to despise the wind and snow. However, the trees next to it are still very delicate, which highlights its majesty and majesty.

"'From the small thorns in the deep grass, now I gradually feel basil [4]'...... More than ten years ago, the small pine has also become a big tree. The young man muttered to himself, as if immersed in the memories of the past, with a very sentimental appearance. "Why did he ask me to come here, what ...... could be left here but indelible memories?"

Suddenly, there was a "pop", and there seemed to be a muffled sound in the house, which was particularly harsh in the sound of rain.

"Huh?" the young man in white raised his eyebrows: "Someone! He actually arrived before me?" But then he said to himself: "No! If he arrived, why didn't he light a candle and ask him a lot?"

His heart tightened, and he suddenly became alert, and then looked around and seemed to be nothing unusual, but the sound of wind and rain was still weird, as if to say: "Coward, come in and find me!"

"Well, I'd like to see who's playing tricks on it. He thought to himself, stepping on the ancient pine with his left foot, and his body was light and long, and he had crossed the low wall. There is still a tortuous ochre porphyry road from the inner courtyard, and the young man walks through the straight road and comes to the front of the inner courtyard, with his right palm gathering momentum, and his left hand gently pushes the door open.

The young man in white walked in slowly, and the inner hall was pitch black, not like there was anyone. He stood still for a moment before he blew the fire, and looked full of mess, and his heart was both kind and bitter. He straightened the square table and groped for the ground, and although he found a worn-out oil lamp, there was not half a cent of oil.

"Am I too much hearted?" he sighed, put down the oil lamp, and slowly stood up. He handed over the fire fold to his left hand, picked up the collapsed shelf with his right hand, and said softly: "If I remember correctly, the "Book of Rites" should be placed here, and it should be "Spring and Autumn" next to it, right?" The young man in white stood on the spot, as if he had fallen into a dream-like memory, unable to wake up.

After so many years, the years have made him no longer easily reveal his emotions, and after so many years, the wind and frost have sealed his emotions in the depths of his heart. There is a kind of person who buries himself deeply, but they don't do it deliberately, but they don't want to do it, but they still do it unconsciously.

The rain was still falling, and I don't know how long it had been, but suddenly, there was another noise outside the courtyard, which made the young man suddenly realize: "Who is it?" It also reminded the beast of its indispensable sense of smell when hunting prey.

He walked through the wall and followed the path. Outside the wall leads to the outer courtyard, and the scene is empty, but it cannot be hidden. The night was hazy, the rain was dripping, and I saw a black shadow planted upside down on the ground, and several dark red blood lines mixed with muddy water extended from his body, a little fishy, but soon the rain was extinguished. Two starlights shot out of his face, staring at the white-clothed young man with murderous intent in his eyes.

Obviously, the black figure was dressed in blue, similar to the night, but he was seriously injured, and red was seen everywhere on the blue shirt. The man in white had sharp eyes, and he saw that the man's right foot had been broken, and his whole body was drenched in the rain, causing the wound that had been condensed to burst again, and several blood springs appeared.

"Who are you?" he asked. The man in blue gasped, and when he saw that he neither stepped forward nor left, he scolded him: "Little thief embryo!

When the young man in white heard this, he didn't care, and said, "I was just passing by here, and I heard a sound at first glance, so I followed the sound. When he saw that the man's expression was hesitant, he obviously did not believe it, and said, "Your Excellency's leg is very badly injured, and it is a rainy night, why don't you go back to the deserted courtyard for the time being, do some recuperation first, and then debate whether you are an enemy or a friend?"

The man in blue hesitated for a long time, the broken leg he was holding was soaked by the rain, and the pain became more and more serious, knowing that the other party's words were reasonable, and thinking: "Lao Tzu is seriously injured, if he wants to kill me, he will do it directly, so why trick me to go back to the house?"

He struggled to get up, as soon as he raised his head, he saw a white shadow coming towards him, although he was shocked, but he was a rare good hand in the rivers and lakes, and the instinct of his right hand was to poke at the opponent's qijia acupoint with a move "Yaksha patrol". There must be very few people in the world who can avoid this close catch, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes who died under this grasp are not a hundred people, but also fifty. However, the man in blue grabbed this time, and the young man in white calmly dodged away!

"Good skill!" The young man in white turned his left hand slightly, and there were no more than ten people who had seen his move, and there were only a handful of people who won the trick, but it was not uncommon that it was useless, and the man in blue was held by the wrist, and he had no power to resist. Then, the right hand of the young man in white poked several fingers on his leg. The man in blue was about to die, only to feel that his ribs were being held up, and he heard the man in white say coldly: "I have ordered the acupoint to stop the bleeding for you.

The man in blue was stunned and nodded: "Not bad." The man paused, then sneered, but said no more.

The two entered the house. The young man in white put him down, gathered the debris in the house, and then broke off the table wood and set it up in a pile. The man in blue saw that he folded the wood with his bare hands, without any effort, and wanted to make a suitable move for him, the other party's internal strength was so strong that he could hardly resist it, and couldn't help asking: "You...... Who the hell are you?"

The young man in white took out the fire, lit the fire, and looked at the man in blue, only to see that he was about thirty or forty years old, with no beard on his chin, three scars on the left side of his face, as if scratched by a claw hook, and his lips were pale from blood loss.

He turned his head back and said lightly: "Your calf was originally broken by someone with internal force, and if you run wildly, your meridians have been necrotic, even if you recuperate more in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to recover." He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom: "I have the best gold sore medicine here." After speaking, with a backhand throw, the small porcelain bottle fell into the arms of the man in blue.

The man sighed secretly in his heart: "I threw the medicine into Lao Tzu's arms without looking back, this kung fu is really powerful!" He picked up the porcelain vase, clasped his fists and said: "Thank you! Zhou Changfeng is grateful!"

The young man raised his eyebrows, knowing the identity of the other party, and said slowly: "It turned out to be the deputy gang leader of the Qinglong Gang, no wonder he was seriously injured, and he was able to use such a sharp probe!"

The look of surprise on Zhou Changfeng's face also flashed, and then he shook his head and said, "I'm ashamed, the kung fu of this three-legged cat surnamed Zhou is not worth mentioning in front of you." Dare to ask the name of Gao, if there is a future, it will be rewarded!"

The more generous he said, the colder the young man smiled: "Hmph, the Qinglong Gang is entrenched in Taihu Lake and robbed houses, and it is not a good kind!"

The perimeter wind is hot, and it's hard to say it. The two were relatively speechless.

The young man said in his heart: "This Zhou Changfeng is known as the "Nine Divine Jiao" on the rivers and lakes, although he is not very famous, his martial arts are good, and now he is so down. Just put the words to death, but it is inconvenient to ask again. Wading through this muddy water today is certainly not a good thing. ”

He knew that the Qinglong Gang had established Taihu Lake, fought boats and plundered, and his reputation was not good, so he hesitated in his heart: "Why did the people of the Qinglong Gang come to Wuxi City? How did they get here again? Is it just a coincidence?" He didn't want to pay attention to the vendetta on the rivers and lakes, but when he saw that this person was bathed in rain and blood, he couldn't bear to abandon him, so he gave him a helping hand, and then thought: "That person has always been trustworthy, why is it so late tonight?"

Zhou Changfeng took good medicine, handed over the porcelain bottle, and said curtly: "Although the Qinglong Gang is not a chivalrous gang, it has never had clear grievances. ”

The young man in white replied casually. Zhou Changfeng was also suspicious: "This person's face is cold, as if he is not at all happy or angry, neither asks the reason for Lao Tzu's injury, nor is he willing to reveal the slightest information about himself, I have never seen this person with extremely high martial arts and such a young person, it is really strange." ”

Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, and the rain outside the window was so heavy and small that it seemed that they didn't want to be so easily fathomed.

From time to time, the young man added some firewood to maintain the fire, while the circumference wind closed his eyes and silently used his true qi to regulate his breath. After a while, the young man's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a little curse mixed with the sound of rain could be faintly heard in the distance, and a few shouts: "The firelight is ahead, everyone follow up!" and then "Bang!", the gate of the outer courtyard seemed to have been kicked heavily.

[1] From the Northern Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian's poem "Sending Huang Several Returns", the full poem is as follows:

"I live in Beihaijun Nanhai, and I can't send geese to pass on the book. A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

The family has four walls, and the treatment is not a three-fold humerus. I want to see that the head of the reading book is white, and the ape across the stream is crying miasma and vines. ”

[2] One of the classic couplets of Donglin Academy, the Ming Dynasty scholar Gu Xiancheng titled.

[3] In the Ming Dynasty, one ruler is about 31.1 centimeters, six feet is about 1.87 meters, and the tailoring ruler is 34 centimeters, which is too specific to be studied in detail.

[4] From the Tang Dynasty Du Xunhe's poem, the last two sentences are: "The people of the time do not know Lingyun wood, and they treat Lingyun as the first high." ”

[5] Wuxi dialect, i.e., less wordy.