Zhao Fengyao's day to go to Beijing is finally set, and he will leave the north before the year. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhuo Yijia handed the letter to King Huairong and had already replied. The next morning, we set off on the road to the Northland.

The night before, the moon was bright and the stars were scarce.

The autumn night sky and the moon are always exceptionally bright.

Zhao Fengyao stood under the corridor, and Zhuo Yijia was in the house with Zhihua and Hongshan packing up their things.

Hong Shan was busy in the room, counting the things to hold, and picking up a lot of things. Zhuo Yijia said that he wanted to travel lightly, so he picked out the unimportant ones from the picked up objects, and after a circle, Zhuo Yijia's habitual long piano came out, and there was nothing left......

Collecting it, it suddenly occurred to me that there seemed to be clothes that had not been washed in the morning outside the house, so Hongshan turned around and went out again and walked to the courtyard to collect the clothes.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the back of Hong Shan going out, stopped what she was doing, and followed out.

Hearing the sound behind him, Zhao Fengyao turned around and looked at Zhuo Yijia who walked out behind him: "Have you packed up all your things?"

"Hongshan and Zhihua are still collecting. Zhuo Yijia walked to Zhao Fengyao and stood, raising his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, dotted with starlight in the night sky: "I've been raised here for so long, but I don't have anything to bring." ”

"Then don't bring it, my father should have it all for you. Zhao Fengyao said and turned his head: "After going to Liaobei, will you be a strategist, or will you go to the battlefield in person?"

"Put on the armor and go to the battlefield. Zhuo Yijia looked at Hong Shan, who was in the courtyard with her clothes, and slowly replied.

Zhao Fengyao opened his mouth, and then didn't say anything, just sighed faintly.

Then he said: "In Liaobei, I have a cronie named Changyu. I have sent a letter to him, and when you arrive, he will be your confidant. ”

"Be my cronie?" Zhuo Yijia said and raised an eyebrow, "That person gave it to me?" "If it's a cronie, it's not just to help."

One does not serve the two masters.

"You're really scrutinizing. Zhao Fengyao said, turned his head to look at Zhuo Yijia, with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "Then it's for you." You have a picture by your side, and you can't do it. Let Changyu help and be your cronies, I can put some of it down in my heart. ”

Zhuo Yijia listened to Zhao Fengyao's words, and said softly, looking at Hong Shan who had finished collecting her clothes in the courtyard.

Hong Shan was finishing her clothes, holding a stack of clothes, turned around and kicked a hen released in the yard, the hen kicked 'clucking', and the rooster next to her saw it, jumping and jumping to peck Hong Shan.

"Go away!" said Hongshan, bouncing on one foot, at the that kept jumping up and pecking at her.

The rooster saw her dodging more and more, pecking harder, and finally jumped up and almost pecked her eyeballs, Hong Shan screamed, the clothes in her hands were not held steady, and all fell down.

Squatting and picking, the rooster began to peck her hair majestically again, one hand to protect her head, the other hand to pick up the clothes, in the end the clothes were not picked, and the head was not protected. With a hair pecked by chickens, he wanted to scream, but because his master was under the eaves, he didn't dare to disturb and kept his mouth shut.

When he was helpless, he suddenly stood at the door of the house, took three steps and made two steps, walked to the yard, and flew up at the rooster that was still majestic and held his head high.

"Coo!", the rooster was kicked and hit the fence, and the rooster jumped and ran to the coop.

"It hurts!" Hong Shan touched her head and stood up with a sad face.

Zhihua bowed down, picked up the clothes on the ground, shook off the dust, and glanced at Hong Shan: "The kung fu I told you was eaten by dogs?"

She knew that the person who taught her by hand was bullied by a chicken, and she felt ashamed to say it.

Hong Shan choked her breath, watched Zhihua walk into the house with her clothes in her arms, and turned her feet and walked in front of Zhuo Yijia: "Miss, let's go tomorrow, let's stew this chicken tonight!"

Zhuo Yijia looked at Hongshan's aggrieved appearance, and nodded with a smile: "Then stew, I'll drink chicken soup tomorrow morning." ”

Hearing Zhuo Yijia's words, Hong Shan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran to the kitchen to get a knife.

As soon as Hong Shan left, Zhuo Yijia and Zhao Fengyao were left in the courtyard.

Zhao Fengyao turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yijia's side face, and the two stood side by side: "I'm going to the Northland early tomorrow morning, and I don't know when we'll see each other." ”

Zhuo Yijia paused, lowered his eyes, turned his head to look at Zhao Fengyao, looked into his dark eyes like a deep pool, and smiled lightly: "We will always meet." After that, he turned his head and continued to look at the bright moon: "Between you and me, there is a gap between the south and the north. At the very least, we can enjoy a round of moons together. ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Yijia's voice stopped, and when he spoke again, it became faint and ethereal: "If you are thinking about it, look at the round of the moon." "The sound is too soft to be heard.

Zhao Fengyao, who was fighting side by side, heard the slow whisper that was almost murmuring. He looked at Zhuo Yijia's somewhat reddened ears, smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently pinned a strand of her sideburns that was blown away by the evening breeze behind her ear: "If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick." ”

A gentle whisper came into Zhuo Yijia's ears slowly, and she watched as Bright Moon's pupils dilated slightly, and then continued to watch, pursing her lips without making a sound.

Zhao Fengyao didn't ask much, then turned around and admired the bright moon in the sky together: "You're about to catch up." "At the end of the year, October 7 is Zhuo Yijia's birthday.

At that time, she should have gone to the Northland, and she should not have passed it.

Zhuo Yijia nodded: "In the previous life, I passed once and again, and this time, I don't need it." ”

"What about the little words?" Zhao Fengyao didn't look back, and asked softly: "Besides, you went to the Northland this time, and you always have to change your name." ”

Zhuo Yijia listened silently, this, it seems that he hasn't thought about it yet. "It's just a name, just give it a name when the time comes. ”

"Since it's casual, can I take the small characters?" Zhao Fengyao said, bending down, picking a concubine-colored daisy growing from the corner of the column through the low bar in front of him, and handed it to Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia retracted and looked at the night sky and the moon full of stars, turned his head to look at Zhao Fengyao, his eyes fell on the small chrysanthemum in his hand again, and he couldn't help but chuckle, and then took it, pinned it to his ear, looked at Zhao Fengyao with shining eyes, and raised his eyebrows slyly: "It's good-looking?"

Zhao Fengyao couldn't help laughing when she was amused, looked at Zhuo Yijia and nodded: "It's good-looking." As he spoke, Zhao Fengyao suddenly changed his words, and there was still an indissolutable smile on his face: "May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night will be bright and clean." Your little print, can you take the streamer?"

Zhuo Yijia slowed down compared to Xiao Ju's movements, listened to Zhao Fengyao's words, turned his head again, and looked at the moonlit and starry night sky.

The stars and the moon move the autumn mountains, dipping the window screen. A round of photographs also.

"Well, from now on, I will call it a streamer. Zhuo Yijia said softly, she took off the small chrysanthemum in her ear, put it between her nose and sniffed.