The memorial service was very successful, and the sages were all over the place, and the young people were salty.

However, Lin Wan'er did not go.

Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao each held a roll of paper and walked to the end of the painting boat street.

At the end of the street is a protruding wharf, like an immortal stretching out a finger to turn into a bridge, isolating the street behind him, leaving only tranquility and serenity, and the bustling street behind him is like the world before Lin Wan'er travels through, with bustle and hustle, and I have nothing.

A new moon hangs from the place where the sea and the sky connect, and the soft moonlight spreads out and looks brighter and brighter. The waves gently beat the shore, and the breeze gently blew Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao's hair, sticking to their cheeks, tickling.

Lin Wan'er put the paper in her hand on the ground, picked up a stone and pressed the paper to prevent the breeze from blowing the paper away.

Chen Xiaoxiao held the stack of papers in her arms with some solemnity, her little face was full of strictness, watching Lin Wan'er put the paper in one place casually, she couldn't bear it in her heart, kicked the stone away with her little feet, picked up Lin Wan'er's stack of papers, and gently blew the soil on it.

Lin Wan'er couldn't help but shake her head, and said a little helplessly: "Sister, it's just some poems, and they will be burned to ashes in a while, so being so careful is a bit too much." ”

Chen Xiaoxiao hugged the paper and replied: "Sister, in your eyes, it is just poetry, but if you take it out for people to read, even illiterate barbarians will feel full of poetry." Besides, Sister Jane loves to be clean, and if it gets dirty, Sister Jane will be unhappy. ”

Hearing Sister Jane's three words, Lin Wan'er's expression was gloomy. Everyone Jian is gone, no one knows life and death, but Lin Wan'er knows that she will never see everyone Jian again, as if the butterflies inside are flying and disappearing out of thin air, no matter how she looks for it, Sister Jian will not appear.

When Lin Wan'er was alone, she cried and scolded, but she also knew that even if her voice was hoarse and swollen from crying, Jane would never show up again.

In recent days, Lin Wan'er has stayed in Chen Xiaoxiao's painting boat every day, saying to herself, Chen Xiaoxiao wrote, one poem after another poems and songs jumped on the paper, each one was read by Lin Wan'er before crossing, long, short, small order, poems, songs, lyrics...... Sister Jane likes poetry, so Lin Wan'er has to write down every poem in her mind, so that Sister Jane who is on the edge of the sky can read it enough.

The poems are written by predecessors, but they carry Lin Wan'er's most sincere and real emotions, which are longing, gratitude, respect, and emotions that are stronger than blood relations, and that is the emotion that Lin Wan'er has been pursuing in her previous life and present life, white as clouds in the sky, pure as hibiscus out of water.

However, Chen Xiaoxiao was shocked beyond measure, and this shock blew away the sadness caused by the loss of Jane's family. Chen Xiaoxiao has always felt that Sister Wan'er is an unborn genius, and she doesn't let the heroines of the eyebrows be able to write on the small essay list, and writing eight small orders in one go is a superb product. But it was not until this time that Chen Xiaoxiao knew that her sister Wan'er was clumsy, and she wrote no less than 100 poems in just a few days, and she was full of emotion. ”

Chen Xiaoxiao remembered a few sentences dimly, "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry", "**Three points, two points of dust, and one point of water." Looking at it carefully, it is not Yang Hua, it is a little bit of tears. ”

Every sentence hits Chen Xiaoxiao's weak heart just right, if going to sea to rewrite makes Chen Xiaoxiao cry and laugh, then Lin Wan'er has no time to write poems in a few days to make Chen Xiaoxiao cry and laugh, those poems form a magnificent picture, from lovesick parting to lingering girlfriends, from magnificent waves to small bridges and flowing water, from flowing water to sentimental and sad...... A qiē flowed out of the tip of Chen Xiaoxiao's pen.

There are some strange poems, but they move Chen Xiaoxiao even more, and one of them Chen Xiaoxiao memorized silently:

I'm nobody, who are you?

You're also nobody?

So, we're a couple - keep quiet!

They're going to squeeze us out - be careful!

It's so boring to be a big shot!

Swagger - like a frog

Facing the mud pond of appreciation

Speak loud all day long!

This poem is very plain, a little rough, but not ordinary, because it is not the poetry of the Great Wei Kingdom, but if you read it carefully, it is simple and fresh, as naïve as a child's language. Chen Xiaoxiao likes it very much, likes it very much.

There is also a song that also makes Chen Xiaoxiao unforgettable:

Laughing and laughing, he cried

Crying and crying and laughing again

In the end

Suddenly I don't know

Should I cry or laugh?

The memorial service for Han Laoshan and Jane was very successful.

But Lin Wan'er remembered her sister Jane in a unique way in the small painting boat, it was a very special moment, and it was the most devoted moment in Lin Wan'er's life, it seemed that every time she said a poem, everyone could hear Jane.

After the poems were written, it happened to be the first seven days of Jane's family, Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao came to the dock with hundreds of poems, and wanted to burn those poems to ashes. Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao had a very tacit understanding, and they didn't think about leaving hundreds of songs, but burned them to Jane's family.

If someone reads one of them a little, they will definitely be amazed, indulged in it, crying and begging Lin Wan'er to leave all the poems and then publish them to the public.

But Lin Wan'er just wanted Jane to take a look and read it.

I have to say that this is a loss of the Great Wei State, a huge loss of feudal society and culture, and a regret that has to be said. If those poems can stay, they will definitely set off storms in the Great Wei Kingdom and promote the progress of an era, perhaps it is the Renaissance of this strange country and an opportunity to emancipate feudal thoughts. Literati scholars will suddenly discover that poetry can be written in this way, and it can be so casual and true.

But tonight, only the breeze and the moon were witnessed, as well as the fire fold in Lin Wan'er's hand.

The fire fold licked a mouthful of paper, and the red flame ignited instantly, and the paper turned into soot, and then fluttered in the sea breeze, like a little elf, and floated far, far away.

Lin Wan'er looked at the burning paper, recalled Jane's every move, and asked, "Sister, do you remember one time when you went to the Half Moon Bookstore and saw Sister Jane angry?" ”

Chen Xiaoxiao pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Remember, remember, how can you forget jì." Sister Jane usually has a very light temperament, but at that time, she only saw Sister Jian angry, and thought that something big had happened, but when she looked back and asked, she realized that it was a trivial matter of sesame mung beans. ”

"Haha!" Lin Wan'er was also amused by that incident, and said along with the topic just now: "That day, this girl went to the Lin family's courtyard to find a book to check for me, but on the way back, she was greedy and bought a zongzi by herself, and accidentally put a grain of rice on the paper, and she couldn't read a word clearly. Sister Jane's eyes were round at that time, and she bought ten zongzi in one go, so that the poor winter worms could eat them. When we arrived, this little girl was crying and eating zongzi in small bites. ”

Chen Xiaoxiao sent a poem into the fire, and suddenly tears fell, and she said: "I didn't know Sister Jian before, but I only thought that everyone in Shanzhou Jian should not eat the fireworks in the world, and they should not be shocked. After a long period of contact, I realized that Sister Jane was amiable and sometimes childish. Sister Wan'er? ”

"Huh?"

"Is it hard to live?" Chen Xiaoxiao asked.

Lin Wan'er was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

A voice suddenly sounded behind the two: "It may not be difficult for others, but for everyone Jane, it is difficult." ”

Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao turned their heads in unison, and looked at the person, dressed in a gray and whitened robe, slender fingers, and a somewhat pale face, the person who came was Zheng Tuo, the steward of Huafang Street.

Lin Wan'er and Zheng Tuo had come into contact on the painting boat, and felt that this person was a little strange, and it was hard to say where the blame was.

Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao said in unison, Zheng Tuo arched his hands, which was regarded as a return gift, and then said: "Zheng doesn't know the secret of the Han family, but I feel that everyone has bitterness in their hearts and can't say it. Sometimes, perhaps leaving is the greatest relief. ”

After hearing this, Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao nodded in unison, feeling reasonable.

Zheng Tuo beckoned, a big man walked out behind him, holding a wine jug and a wine glass in his hand, Zheng Tuo picked up a glass of wine, raised it above his head, tilted his wrist slightly, spilled the wine on the ground, and said: "Zheng admires everyone Jian, and a glass of sake respects everyone Jian." Then he handed the glass back to the big man behind him, who turned and walked away.

Lin Wan'er thanked Zheng Gongzi for Jane's family.

Zheng Tuo waved his hand and said with a smile: "Miss Lin doesn't have to be like this, Zheng can't afford such a big gift." ”

Lin Wan'er replied, "Yes." ”

On the boat that day, Zheng Tuo was secretly helpful, and with a few words, it was obvious that Zheng Tuo was a taciturn person, and today for some reason, he suddenly opened the conversation box in front of Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao, looked at the bright moon in the distance and said: "Miss Lin's words are beautiful, Zheng admires it very much." The evaluation of Cheng in the city of Lanzhou is more deprecating than praise, scolding Zheng for being a speculative person with a black heart, Zheng also understands that his behavior is also immoral, but nine times out of ten things in the world are unsatisfactory, Zheng only asks for a clear conscience. After speaking, he took out Chen Xiaoxiao's contract from his arms and handed it to the other party.

Chen Xiaoxiao was happy in her heart, but took the contract with a slight doubt on her face.

Zheng Tuo didn't wait for Chen Xiaoxiao to ask why, and replied: "I think this is also what Jane's family wished before his death, Zheng is just pushing the boat with the water." ”

Chen Xiaoxiao couldn't help but speak, Lin Wan'er said for the other party: "Wan'er thanked Zheng Gongzi for Sister Xiaoxiao, and we will pay back the money of the contract slowly." ”

Zheng Tuo smiled and waved his hand, and said: "Zheng is not a good person, a good person, he has saved people and killed people, like that kind of thing that can be done in the snow, but he can still do some things that are icing on the well." Zheng admires Jane's family, admires Miss Lin, and respects Xiaoxiao girl. Reading is also moving, the sentence 'May the world have love-people eventually become dependents' is far more valuable than the contract, can make friends with Miss Lin and Miss Xiaoxiao, Zheng has already made a fortune. ”

Lin Wan'er thanked her again.

Zheng Tuo let out a long sigh, his eyes swept to the bright moon in the sky, as if recalling the bitter past, and said calmly: "Zheng has nothing to wish in his life, only that there will be lovers in the world - people will eventually become dependents, and I hope that there will be no more displacements in the world, and I hope that there will be no more painted boats and boats in the world." Speaking of this, Zheng Tuoren was stunned, knowing that he had said too much, and he usually didn't want to say anything he didn't want to say, and he was a little surprised.

Zheng Tuo bowed his hand to Lin Wan'er and Chen Xiaoxiao and said, "That's it for today, Zheng will go first." With that, the man turned around and left.

Lin Wan'er looked at Zheng Tuo's back, frowned slightly, and asked, "Sister, this Zheng Gongzi often goes to your painting boat?" ”

Chen Xiaoxiao, who was in ecstasy, nodded and said: "Zheng Tuo Zheng Gongzi does often come to draw boats, only listen to music every time, have few words, and have slender fingers, and can play the pipa well. It's rare for a man to have such nimble fingers. ”

A strange thought popped up in Lin Wan'er's heart—this Zheng Tuo looked like a woman—and then shook her head again, how could a person who could eat both black and white in Lanzhou be a woman?

(Well, Zheng Tuo is a woman, and when she arrives for the volume of "Xiliang Roll", the role will increase greatly!) ）