"Oh? How is it? Listening to the words of the little guy, the handsome man stroked his sleeve with a calm demeanor, and his gentle and quiet voice was like a night breeze blowing through the empty alley, driving the wind under the eaves to sound softly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The little girl's mouth was deflated, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it after all, he shook his head, and said in a snort: "No...... Nothing, Lang Jun. ”

The handsome man let out a "hmm", and turned his head to look at the sky again with some absent-mindedness.

The simple ox cart has no obstruction on all sides, no roof on the head, only the flat side under the seat is also made of rough wood that is not very smooth, and the cushion is even more coarse and woven, and it is a little stingy to sit on.

However, when the man sat in the carriage, he seemed to be sitting on the most luxurious carriage, and his line was indifferent and elegant.

"It's still at ease with this car." He raised his eyes and looked around, said with emotion, and simply propped his hands behind him and looked up at the sky calmly.

Such a casual gesture is made by him, but there is no kind of casualness and calmness, but his temperament is too cold, even if it is such wanton words and deeds, there is a sense of distance that people dare not approach.

When the little guy heard this, he hooked his head and tightened the sleeves of his coat.

This kind of car that is ventilated on all sides, it is good to sit in summer, but now it is autumn, the west wind is cold and hard, and the taste of sitting in the car is not too pleasant, but looking at the appearance of his family, he is very happy.

His family is really different from the past.

The little guy's eyebrows and eyes were entangled in one place, and his face was distressed.

In his memory, Lang Jun used to like white clothes the most, and hated untidy clothes the most. But now, his family Langjun threw the white shirt at the bottom of the box, but he often wore a gray green shirt, and he didn't even care about patches.

The little girl's body collapsed, and the little adult sighed.

At this moment, the ox cart is driving on a dirt road, the yellow sand is flying on the road, on both sides is an endless poplar forest, the leaves of the poplar trees are dry, only the trunks stand as in the sun as before, and in front of the road, is the city gate of Linyu County, Liaoxi County.

At this point, the number of pedestrians increased, and the speed of the ox-cart slowed down a little, but the handsome man seemed to be unaware of the approaching gate, and still looked up at the sky, and in those ice-like eyes, there was a mood that seemed to be joyful and desolate.

Liaoxi County is one of the granaries in the northwest of Dachen, rich in rice (sorghum), but this price is cheap, although it is widely planted, it can not bring wealth to this place, it can only barely ensure the food and clothing of the local villagers, and because Liaoxi County is far away from the pass, the winter is bitter and cold, so the people's livelihood here is quite hard, the whole Linyu County is not said to be a carriage, even the ox cart is rare, so the ox cart driving outside the city has attracted the attention of everyone, all the people passing by are sideways, and there are some black-faced stout local village girls whispering and talking endlessly.

"Hey, look, that Lang Jun is as handsome as the person in the painting, whose family is it? Isn't it the failure of the big family? ”

"You rammer, do you really want to laugh off people's big teeth when you say this? What is Qiu Dahu, this Lang Jun is the Lang Jun of the Huan family, haven't you heard of it? ”

"What? Huan's family? Is that the Huan family from Dadu? ”

"Yes, yes, it's the famous Huan family. This Lang Jun is Huan Dalang, I heard people say what his name is Huan Zicheng. ”

"Oh, feed my mother-in-law, why is this name so good, this person is really handsome, this is different in the capital."

"Tsk, what's the difference? Still not allowed to farm? You see, he's got patches on his sleeves. ”

"What's wrong with patching? How handsome do people look? With this appearance, he is wearing a rotten cloth strip, which is a hundred times better than Lang Jun from a big family. ”

The voices of discussion were disturbed, shuttling back and forth in the ears, and the little guy's face was a little uncomfortable, a thin layer of anger floated on the delicate little face, and the two eyebrows were even more wrinkled to the grave, and he couldn't bear to make a sound, but his little face turned red.

What kind of celestial character is their family Langjun? Now that I have fallen into this poor and remote country, I can let these rural women chew their tongues, and they are really angry half to death just thinking about it.

The more the little guy thought about it, the more angry he became, and there was an inexplicable grievance and unwillingness, so he couldn't help but tighten his sleeves tighter, as if he wanted to block the discussion of those countrymen in this way.

For all this, Huan Zicheng was unaware.

He was still looking up at the blue sky above him, as if he was stunned, and he didn't even realize that the city gate in front of him was near.

The little guy led his neck to look in the direction of the city gate, and then looked at Huan Zicheng, who was looking at the sky on the side, his little face suddenly collapsed, and his shoulders fell down half again.

His family Langjun has been looking at the sky in a daze lately, and he doesn't know what he's thinking, and he is not as high-spirited as before. Especially one night three months ago, Lang Jun somehow suddenly woke up from a nightmare, and after waking up, he stared at his face for a long time before calling out his name.

And what is even more puzzling is that from that night on, Lang Jun seems to have changed as a person, obviously he is still the same person, but his words and actions are different from before, especially Lang Jun's eyes, which are no longer as clear and clean as they used to be, sometimes they look like two bottomless black holes, and when they look at people like this, they can make people break out in a cold sweat.

Thinking like this, the little guy couldn't help but tuck his sleeves into his arms again, and his brows became more and more furrowed.

Not long after waking up that night, one day, Lang Jun suddenly disappeared, I don't know where he went, when he came back a few days later, his clothes were dirty and torn, as if he had gone to the mountains to hunt, but he didn't carry the prey in his hands, and at a glance he knew that he had run in vain, but Lang Jun was full of a light smile, as if he was very happy, and it was really incomprehensible.

After that, Lang Jun became more and more unpredictable. He would often shut himself in his room, a close is a whole day, and later he also had an additional preference, that is, to come to a blacksmith shop in Chongqing County to make farm tools, today to make a plow, tomorrow to make a hoe, and sometimes to take some crops and firewood to sell.

In the past, he only loved to read and practice calligraphy on Zhuangzi, and Lang Jun, who was dressed in white and had fluttering sleeves, is now about to become the kind of layman that Lang Jun once hated the most.

It's really weird.

The little guy tilted his head, thinking about his thoughts, and his little face was still depressed.

"Burning the harp." The silent voice sounded, like the sound of the wind playing with the jade exquisite.

The little guy called Yanqin was recalled by this sound, and hurriedly lowered his head in response: "Yes, Lang Jun." ”

I don't know when, Huan Zicheng has already retracted his gaze from the sky, looked ahead with icy eyes, and said, "It's time to the city gate." ”