At the end of March, it began to rain heavily in Lin'an City.

The thin old tree poked out of the thin branches of the green brick house, and the young shoots on the branches had already stretched into small new leaves, and the occasional lazy bird stopped on it to rest for a while, fluttering its wings and calling crisply twice, and then it sprouted a little vitality.

Three or two small boats are running on the mist steaming river, and the boatman at the head of the boat has a little bit of playing with the artemisia in his hand, and the blue water is not resistant to teasing, and there are small and moving ripples in a circle, which is very fascinating.

It was already three quarters of the hour, and Lin'an City had faded from the silence of the night, and gradually became dyed with a breath of red dust.

"The mirror looks shocked and thin, and the ...... between the eyebrows is full of hatred and sorrow"

I don't know which Tsing Yi sang a sad and desolate drama, as if it was telling infinite hearts, and the low and tactful singing voice drifted away in the mist and rain with the gentle spring breeze, leaving only infinite sorrow lingering.

As soon as the storyteller slapped the wood, the originally noisy teahouse immediately fell silent. He looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and then spat and talked about the old things in Lin'an City.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turned his head to ...... "The gray-haired gentleman shook the folding fan in his hand, his hair fluttered, and he really looked a little fairy-like: "Let's not talk about anything else today, just talk about this Lin'an City......"

Sitting on a long and narrow bench, he silently muttered in his heart what the gentleman was about to say: "Eight years ago today, this Lin'an City was not called Lin'an City......

The storyteller really repeated the string of words that slipped through her heart word for word, but she was not half excited.

She heard this gentleman say that this paragraph has been said eight times, and every year on March 28, this storyteller can't help but talk about this old thing in Lin'an. This thing is an old thing, and this thing is also an old thing, and the storyteller has been talking about it for eight years, and not a word has changed.

The only thing that has changed is that the listeners are different every year.

Or, rather, other listeners besides her and the valley lord.

"Eight years ago today, the iron cavalry of the Liang State stepped into Yanling and choked the throat of the Wei State. The king of Wei refused to obey the death, and led 3,000 guards to fight with 100,000 soldiers of the Liang State, but was finally outnumbered and killed himself outside the city gate. The storyteller used the folding fan as a sword and made a gesture to kill: "The king of Wei is dead, and the Wei royal family is no better, the queen of Wei led all the ladies of the harem to hang themselves on the Chengming Palace, and when Liang Jun walked into the Chengming Hall where the King of Wei was discussing the jade seal, he saw a full house of vegetarians, which was very desolate." ”

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, "Born in troubled times, you should be a king and a loser." Defeated but not surrendered, rather than give in, this Wei royal family can be regarded as very virtuous. ”

Rao is tired of hearing about this past, and every time he hears this, he will have a faint sense of amazement in his heart.

"Among the dozens of plain female corpses in this Chengming Palace, there are queens, ladies, and female envoys around the queen. But the only bloodline of King Wei was missing, the princess of Changning who told the Seven Kingdoms with her talent. ”

"Where has Princess Changning gone?" someone asked very cheerfully.

Xiao Xun said in his heart: At first glance, it was the first time I heard this story, and I had never seen the world.

"O princess...... Mr. clearly enjoyed the feeling of being watched, and the tail note dragged on for a long time, satisfying everyone's appetite.

Bore, who had seen the world, turned his head to look at the woman sitting by the window looking into the distance.

The light purple gauze curtain flickered slowly, and the woman's face was shadowed under the halo of light that was bright and dark, as misty as the smoke and rain outside the window.

Xiao Xun couldn't help but shake his head.

"Let's go. The woman opened her mouth lightly and said to Xiao Huan.

Coming back to his senses, it turned out that Mr. had finished telling the story that had long been sealed in the long river of history, and was slowly sipping a cup of cold tea to moisten his throat.

It's really not exquisite, I thought to myself.

The woman wore plain clothes, and her wide clothes embroidered with elegant magnolia kept flying like butterflies, giving people a sense of elegance that they were about to return in the wind.

When he turned around and saw that the woman was moving away, he hurriedly picked up a yellowed oil-paper umbrella and ran into the rain to follow.

"Where are we going?" asked in a loud voice.

"Go where you need to go. The woman replied in a deep voice.

Xiao Xun pouted, every time it was this bluffing rhetoric, there was nothing new at all.

The woman walked very slowly, step by step, as if she was looking at something, and as if she was not looking at anything. Xiao Xun didn't dare to be careless, and followed the woman step by step.

"Miss, Miss, do you want to buy apricot blossoms?" a little girl in a coarse cloth dress and combed her hair grabbed the woman's sleeve and asked the woman with a pair of bright eyes and hope.

The woman looked at the child and was silent.

Xiao Xuan gasped, the valley owner has never liked to be touched by others, this little girl is bold, but she is going to be unlucky.

She was about to step forward and pull the child away, so that the valley lord would not be angry, but she saw a terrifying scene.

The woman, who had never liked to talk much, asked softly, "Do you want me to buy it?"

The little girl's clean and pure face had a little more smile, she looked at the woman with her eyes, and said without hesitation: "Of course I want to!"

"But there are so many apricot blossoms on the street, why should I buy this one in your hand?" said the woman a little coldly.

The brilliance in the little girl's eyes dimmed slightly, but she still did not give up and said, "But the apricot blossoms in my hands are different from the apricot blossoms on this street." The little girl eagerly handed the apricot blossom in her hand to the woman, hoping that the woman could see the difference between them: "Look, my apricot blossom is the most beautiful branch in this bluestone alley." ”

The woman stretched out her white hand and took the apricot blossom and looked at it carefully, but she didn't say anything about buying the apricot blossom.

The little girl was slightly disappointed.

"Why do you want to sell apricot blossoms?" asked the woman.

The little girl hesitated for a while, bit her lip unconsciously, and finally said, "My brother is born today, and I want to eat a bowl of wontons." But the family is poor, and my father and mother can't buy wontons with money. So ......"

After the little girl finished speaking, she lowered her head and looked embarrassed.

The woman curled the corners of her lips slightly, and her voice was as pleasant as gurgling water, "It's a good boy." ”

"I don't have the money to buy your apricot blossoms, so take this. ”

As she spoke, the woman took off a slightly reddish jade bracelet from her hand and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl subconsciously rubbed her hands on her body, and only then did she borrow the jade bracelet in fear, for fear that she would accidentally break this valuable object. She tilted her head and thought about it, but returned the jade bracelet to the woman.

My father and mother taught me that people can't be poor in ambition. My brother can skip eating wontons today, but she can't take other people's things for nothing...