If Song Xiaofu has lived in many difficulties and constant nightmares in the past three years, then for Yang Jineng, he has spent these three years without happiness in loneliness, worry, and strong self-blame. He hadn't seen his father for almost three years www.biquge.info Since Song Xiaofu disappeared, he entrusted all the business in Hangzhou to the housekeeper Yang Shou, and he went out to do business and has not returned. Yang Jineng misses his father, but what bothers him more is Song Xiaofu. To this day, he still remembers that at the foot of Qingyin Temple Mountain, Song Xiaofu looked at him angrily because he had been deceived. He was really wronged, he didn't know the truth of the matter at all, and Du Sheng was not deliberately caused by him. He never forgot to explain to Song Xiaofu, but as time went by, he was now more worried about Song Xiaofu's safety. He often said to himself that as long as Song Xiaofu was still alive, he didn't care if he misunderstood.

He asked his father who Du Sheng's apprentices were, and how Song Xiaofu offended them, but Yang Renhai did not give him an answer. Sometimes he thinks absurdly, thinking that Song Xiaofu's matter is related to his father, and then he will always scold himself fiercely, but this thought always leaves traces in his heart. Chen Wanxia is missing, and Yang Jineng is very concerned about her, but her parents are obviously hostile to him, and he can't even remember how much he has eaten behind closed doors and how much he has been coldly stared at. During the period when Chen Wanxia just disappeared, he visited him almost every day, he didn't care about these, he missed Chen Wanxia more, every time he thought of her, it not only made him heartache, but also a little sweet and bitter excitement.

Until one day, even her parents disappeared. He seemed to have broken his roots suddenly, knowing that no matter whether Chen Wanxia was safe or not, he was afraid that it would be difficult to come back, and the two of them were afraid that they would meet indefinitely in this life.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

"I miss my family every festive season. ”

He can fully understand the mood of the poet when he wrote this poem at that time, and now his mood is the same as that of the poet, thinking of Song Xiaofu, Chen Wanxia, and his father. He wandered where they had played, touching the scene and making him even more annoyed. Stay in the West Lake, watching the full moon in the air reflect in the lake, the lake is quiet like a mirror, reflecting the full moon like a plate, within reach. He sighed: "It is said that the full moon is reunited, but I am alone and invite the moon to dance together." ”

When he returned home, Yang Shou was waiting for him at the door early, he was overjoyed, and said, "Is Daddy back?"

Yang Shou said: "The master hasn't come back yet." Young master, where have you been all day? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the old slave has already cooked a meal. Yang Jineng walked into the courtyard, and the yard was full of good dishes, wine and delicacies under the moon, but he had no appetite at all, so he took a few mouthfuls casually, and said: "Uncle Yang, does Daddy have a letter?" Yang Shou said: "Maybe the master should come back at the end of the year." Yang Jineng said: "I don't know if my father is doing well outside?" Yang Shou comforted: "The master will take care of himself, don't worry too much about the young master, if you are bored, the old slave will accompany the young master to drink a few arms." ”

The two drank to each other, and Yang Jineng didn't taste good, and said, "I want to go out for a walk." Yang Shou said: "It's all late, where else is the young master going? It's not too late to go during the day." Yang Jineng said: "I'll go back casually." "Go out and go. However, I saw that the street was brightly lit, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, pedestrians in pairs or groups of three or five, laughing and laughing in the streets, hawkers were also busy with business, and there were even naughty children scurrying around, so that the family members took care of each other. Everywhere is festive and festive.

Yang Jineng walked and walked out of the city, there were obviously fewer pedestrians in the suburbs, and the cold moonlight shone on the cold road, and he sighed again: "The moon is clear and the wind is cold, and there is a lonely shadow on the quiet road......"

He followed the road and came to Song Xiaofu's house.

Song Ci died, Song Xiaofu disappeared, Song Tianduo became a monk, their home was broken, and the building was empty and deserted. The thatched roof leaked wind and rain early, the fence wall collapsed, and the courtyard was overgrown with grass, clothed in cold moonlight, and felt desolate. Yang Jineng stood at the head of the bridge, remembering that he had been separated from Song Xiaofu at this small bridgehead before, and the past was vivid, but the face of the person was unbelievable, and then how to repeat it? The big wooden strip on the bridge was somehow washed away by the water, and one fell into the river, and if there was another big flood, it would be swept into the river and go with the water.

Yang Jineng's heart was sour, he pulled up his trouser legs and jumped into the river. He didn't care about the cold water of the river in the middle of the night, because he suddenly had an idea: he wanted to personally repair Song Xiaofu's house and look at it. Maybe one day Song Xiaofu suddenly comes back, and he will be pleasantly surprised to find that his home has always been clean, tidy and warm.

He was excited that he had such an idea, and he felt that his whole body was full of strength, but the wooden bars were thick and slippery, and they were planted diagonally in the river, and the weight was all at one end. He is a rich son, pampered, this work relies on strength, Yang Jineng even used all the milk, so he carried the wooden strip up, but the river bank was too high, and he couldn't carry it on the shore.

Suddenly, a white and tender hand like a green onion stretched out on the shore, and gently lifted it on the wooden strip, and Yang Jineng's shoulder was light, and the wooden strip landed firmly on the shore.

Yang Jineng looked up and saw a delicate girl standing on the shore above her head, slender and thin, and she couldn't help but look weak. I can't see that I can hold up a wooden stick with one hand, but he can't think about it anymore, he doesn't even have a reaction, the moonlight is like silver, and the people who reflect are more beautiful than flowers, beautiful and refined. He has reached the age of Zhichun, but he has never spoken to a young girl in his life, and he didn't expect to meet a fairy-like girl in this situation, and somehow, his heart suddenly became nervous. I felt that my face was red, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

The girl said, "Are you still standing there, is it fun in the water?" When Yang Jineng heard this, he suddenly felt embarrassed, and he panicked a few times and failed to climb ashore. The girl leaned up. Yang Jineng saw that his hands were covered with mud, and he was busy wiping his body, but he didn't dare to reach over, and said, "I ..... I can get on." ”

Finally climbed up, Yang Jineng didn't dare to look directly at the girl, Ai Ai said meaningfully: "Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng, thank you girl just now....help ....." I wanted to ask her name, but I only dared to think about it in my heart, wondering how she would respond. But the woman didn't squeak, not even the slightest movement. Yang Jineng squinted, only to see the girl standing quietly, looking at the thatched house, her face was full of melancholy and obsession, her eyes were full of melancholy, which made people look at it at a glance, and the steel intestines were broken.

Yang Jineng's chest was like a boulder, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence, saying: "You are ..... Sunxia..... I am Jineng, don't you know me?" The girl turned around abruptly and said, "I know, you killed Brother Xiaofu!"

Thunder on the ground!

Seeing that the joy of missing his friend was shattered by this sentence, it was more like being swept into the abyss, Yang Jineng's heart beat like a drum, and his voice trembled: "This is not ...... No way!"

This girl is Chen Wanxia of the year, seventeen years old, she has been slim, speaking of old friends, tears involuntarily gushed out again, she said: "I saw Brother Xiaofu being knocked off the cliff by Du Sheng..... if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have been taken away by Du Sheng, he wouldn't have ......" The more she spoke, the more angry she became, she pulled out her sword and put it on Yang Jineng's neck, she wanted revenge.

Facing the bright sword frame, Yang Jineng was not afraid at all. Because at this moment his heart was full of grief, grieving for the loss of a friend who he regarded as a brother. Once because of a misunderstanding, he felt very aggrieved, but now that Song Xiaofu is dead, nothing matters, his heart hurts so uncomfortably, he is numb in pain, and he loses his mind in pain. Seeing Chen Wanxia's tears rolling, as bright as silver, but it made people feel even more pitiful and helpless, his blood surged, and he just wanted to die for a hundred years, and said: "You ..... kill me." ”

Chen Wanxia clenched her silver teeth and said, "Then I'll kill you." But then someone shouted urgently, "Girl, wait." "Under the moon, it is clear that the person who came is Yang Shou, the housekeeper of the Yang Mansion. Yang Jineng said: "Uncle Yang, you don't have to worry about it here, tell my father, it's the child who is not filial, and I can't honor his old man anymore." ”

Yang Shou said: "Young master, don't be confused. This girl has something to say, the knife and gun have no eyes, you let him go first, okay?" Chen Wanxia said: "He is not wronged when he dies." ”

Yang Shou recognized that it was Chen Wanxia, and was secretly surprised, he knew more about Song Xiaofu than Yang Jineng, and he knew that he could explain it clearly in a few words. He was accustomed to the scene, secretly calculated, his mouth should be closed, and he stretched out his empty hand to use the white-bladed kung fu to grab the sword.

Chen Wanxia's wrist flipped and the sword was slashed. Yang Shou is a master of martial arts in Hangzhou, seeing her sword in her hand, flying lightly, deep in the mystery of swordsmanship, busy withdrawing his hand back, knowing that it is not easy to deal with, and secretly said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, how did she learn such a good swordsmanship?" Although Chen Wanxia is famous, it is the first time to face the enemy, she has no actual combat experience, and she relies on exquisite swordsmanship to block Yang Shou, but she is unable to look at Yang Jineng.

Yang Shou said: "Young master, let's go, this place is blocked by the old slave, let's go." How can Yang Jineng be willing to leave? said: "Uncle Yang, Miss Chen, stop fighting, don't fight." "I want to persuade to fight, but the two of them are so tight that they can't get close to Ben. Yang Shou shouted: "The master is back, you go back quickly, otherwise the master will leave again." When Yang Jineng heard that his father was back, he didn't care about anything, and said, "Uncle Yang, don't hurt Miss Chen." "Run home