The heart flew with the wind, and flew out of a sad envelope. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info colorful, meaningless tears, senseless pain. All around is gentle mountains, and there are large patches of snow. Immersed in this rolling mountain, it is like a fairy tale world in winter.

Tonghua is the westernmost town in Donglu country. It is only two days away from Jiangcheng. The most primitive customs are preserved here, and men, women, and children, all of them make a living from hunting. Although Donglu would give them food every year, they abandoned the belief that "they get something for nothing".

Tonghua Town is not big, and in less than two hours, you can turn the town around. There are no more than 400 inhabitants in the town. However, it is the largest salt and iron processing plant in the eastern foothills, with the most exquisite processing technology. Wan Ning and Xian Yun led the horses and watched while walking.

Look at those sturdy men, pounding steel and bronze in the firelight. It really made them staggered, and the women of the town kept watch in the courtyard of their homes and made up those knick-knacks. For example, grasshoppers, small fish, such as crickets, small and delicate.

Wanning looked at those small things and began to envy such people. The afternoon sun is lazy, shining in this town. All the unhappiness and pain will disappear with it. She suddenly had an idea, if she could stay here with Jun Hao, it would be better.

The two walked to an inn with the words "Yuchi Family" written on it. Compared with the so-called "Yuelai Inn" and "Dragon Gate Inn", it seems to be more poetic and more homely. The small inn, leaning against the snow-capped mountains carved in ice and jade, seems to be a castle for centuries.

"Two guest officers, sit inside," Xiao Er is a hearty girl, looking at a smile like a flower. Called the early morning, he was very enthusiastic, and sat down with a smile. Xianyun took the horses and went to find a source of water for herd. Wanning looked around and saw that the inn was very clean, and there were very few people coming and going.

She was about to ask, but saw Xianyun running in in a panic. whispered a few words to Wan Ning, and Wan Ning's face suddenly changed. Unexpectedly, it was only a day's work, and Eve actually came to this town. It's really a narrow road!

What should I do, Wan Ning had no idea for a while. Xianyun signaled Wanning, it was better to leave quickly. Suddenly, the girl whispered, "The guest officer is in trouble, if you leave now." Wouldn't it be easier for them to find out? ”

This was something Wan Ning didn't expect, and she sat down slowly. For a while, his thoughts were confused, and he only thought about Jun Hao's figure: "Dare to ask the girl, before this, were there two men who came here to stay?" "I don't know what kind of person is asking girl?" Chu Chen replied with a smile.

Xianyun was about to speak, but was stopped by Wan Ning. This Tonghua is unfamiliar with the place, and it is close to Jiangcheng. From time to time, Xijon people come here to do business, who knows if this early morning will be a fine work sent by Xijon. Wanning looked at Chu Chen nervously, making Chu Chen laugh unconsciously.

"Girls don't have to be afraid," Chu Chen said with a smile, "Our Yuchi family is the main road to Xirong and the Central Plains. If you want to harm the girl, won't we be able to do this business? She always speaks with a slight smile.

Xu was too tired, so Wanning put her head on the pillow and fell asleep. Xianyun lay on the table, his eyes foggy. The night was quiet, and there seemed to be the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Xianyun listened attentively, but there was no more. In a daze, Xianyun fell asleep.

By the next morning, Xianyun stretched. yawned, and was about to wake up Wan Ning. But I saw that the bed was empty! She was stunned and rushed out of the door and downstairs. But I saw Wan Ning drinking tea with Chu Chen, looking at it from a distance, it looked like an old friend talking.

"Xianyun, are you awake?" Wan Ning raised her head, looked at Xian Yun's confused eyes, and unconsciously stretched out her hand to introduce, "Chu Chen is the boss of this Yuchi family, and he has been doing business between Xirong and the Central Plains all year round...... We really misunderstood her last night......"

Xianyun looked at Chu Chen, wearing a simple pine green coat. couldn't hide the warm smile of the early morning, Xian Yun immediately apologized to Wan Ning: "I'm really sorry, I was so tired last night...... "You guys have been running around for so long, how can you not be tired?" Chu Chen said, and brought a bowl of milk tea.

The aroma of milk tea is overflowing, and the smell of grass is permeated. Wan Ning took a sip, full of fragrance. "Thank you so much last night, if it weren't for you, I'm only afraid of ......" Wanning said with a little gratitude, and Chu Chen waved his hand and said: "That's not necessary, even if you go to Jiangcheng, there will definitely be danger." ”

It turned out that Eve had planned to stay here last night, but was noticed by the early morning that something was abnormal. Drove them out, the footsteps of last night. It's about Eve and Tuyaqi, no wonder Xianyun didn't notice it. Wanning knew that this great favor was unforgettable.

Especially when she and Jun Hao were living on the streets, miserable and abnormal. It was still the Yuchi family in the early morning who took him in. Therefore, the kindness on weekdays must be kept in mind. Chu Chen brushed the hair in front of his forehead and asked, "Then what are you going to do?" It's a ...... away from Jiangcheng and you need to pass through a desert beach."

Vast desert beach, if there is not enough water and food. Where are you going to die, not to mention Eve, maybe on that desert beach. Seeing that Wan Ning was so worried, Chu Chen unconsciously said, "Why don't you do this, how about I send out a few followers to send you out of the desert beach?" ”

"That's not going to work," Wan Ning declined, "the target is too obvious, if they find out." Aren't we all alive? Listening to Wanning's calm analysis, Chu Chen could see it. Wanning must be very human, otherwise how could she be so calm and indifferent.

She looked out the window, and the sky was fiery red. "This kind of weather tells us that the sky is going to change on the desert beach," Chu Chen said slowly, "and when the time comes, the whole forest will be swept in...... Our Yuchi people are very stable. You might as well think about it tomorrow, and send you to Jiangcheng. ”

No matter what, Chu Chen is relieved not to be graceful. And the two masters and servants look so weak. If you encounter any danger on the desert beach, it will really be a bad day. Chu Chen has read countless people in his life, and when he saw Wan Ning this time, he realized that Wan Ning must be the dragon and phoenix among people.

"Good," Wanning said simply, putting her life on the line. The rest assured was handed over to Chu Chen, so that many years later. Looking back at this vast desert, she will still remember the early morning. The girl who took herself out of the predicament. Bold and generous, chivalrous heart is convincing.

A few layers of clouds, a few paragraphs. A few sighs, a little sorrow. It has become a thing of the past in Jiangcheng, and this memory is like a pot of old wine. It smells of timelessness, the further west it goes. The mountains are getting taller and longer, as if they are a scene of cangshan snow houses.

The back garden of Jiangcheng County is surrounded by several corridors on the left and right. There are a few pools and rockeries around it, and the back garden is delicately embellished. In this area, there is still such a good situation. Unexpectedly, the small county Chengfu is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Inside the evening dressing pavilion, a man dressed in royal blue clothes. He was sitting upright on a stone bench and slowly playing the piano to entertain himself. Under the sleeves is a pair of slender ten fingers, plucking the strings back and forth. Sometimes it is quiet like a virgin, sometimes it is like crying like a complaint, sometimes it is weak and willow supports the wind, and sometimes it is broken.

"Childe," the little scholar suddenly hurried in, and the strings were gently pressed down by the man. The tone is stuck on the treble string. It was like a waterfall that stopped abruptly, blocked in the gap between the mountains. The little scholar knew that it was not the right time, so he could only bow his head and stop talking.

"He's here," the blue-shirted man's indifferent tone made the little scholar's eyes widen: "Childe knows everything?" He slowly raised his head, eyelashes as thin as butterfly wings. It's like a good-looking peach blossom with a white face. It gives people a gentle feeling, but it is mixed with coldness and grimness.

The little scholar took a step closer to the blue-shirted man and said in a low voice, "Childe, do you want to do it now?" "Everything goes according to plan," said the blue-shirted man, looking behind his hands at the rolling snow-capped mountains. His thoughts seem to return to that afternoon ten years ago, which he will never forget.

The slanting sun combs, leisurely reflected under the evening makeup pavilion. It seems that his body is plated with a layer of gold edges. He looked at the sky slightly, the string of pain carved from old dreams. Vaguely stuck in his heart, mottled his mood. This time, he must take his chance.

The haze blurred distant memories. "Brother Han!" A mischievous female voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw that it was the youngest daughter of the county family. Called Mu Qiaoqiao's girl, she walked out of the corridor. Looking at his silent expression, I like it very much.

After he was injured and lived in the county mansion. Mu Qiaoqiao will often come to take care of him, when he is free. I'll also take him around the back garden. Listen to the birds chirping and watch the twilight mist. Quiet and leisurely, Qiaoqiao will always have a match to tell her own story.

I remember Qiaoqiao said that she was the only daughter in the family. Of the two elder brothers, one went to Xirong, and the other went to Donglu. She has not been heard from since, and she is very lonely. At least before she met Xiao Yihan, she didn't have a happy day.

But now it's different, with Xiao Yihan by his side. Qiaoqiao was very happy, she felt that Xiao Yihan was like her brother. But sometimes, it doesn't feel like it. Seeing Xiao Yihan silent, Qiaoqiao would also make him happy. "What are you thinking?" Qiaoqiao asked, tilting her head.

"Remember Chu Junhao?" Xiao Yihan mentioned this name calmly, and he no longer had the original hatred. Some are just the pain in his own heart, and he doesn't want to regret it again. Qiaoqiao nodded, but suddenly shook his head, and said confusedly: "I don't remember, you can tell me again, okay?" ”

His misty eyes looked very distressed in Qiaoqiao's eyes. I don't feel pity and pity for him. His every move was as indifferent as dust. More quiet than women, more scheming than men. Xiao Yihan under the slanting sun is more like a sculpture, serious and serious.

At the border of the winter moon, it was dark very early. The night dispelled the last rays of afterglow, and it gently descended on this small border city. In the study, Xiao Yihan quietly painted. A few sketches, a few memories, a few fragments. Under his brushwork, the freshness and elegance of the characters in the painting are swayed.

Qiaoqiao took the food box and walked into the study gently. Peeking in, on the white drawing paper, there is a girl smiling and looking forward. The bright eyes are kind, reflecting Xiao Yihan's heart. His eyes can no longer be separated from the woman in this painting. Even Qiaoqiao called him, but he ignored it.

Curious for a moment, Qiaoqiao asked suspiciously, "Who is the person on this painting?" It's beautiful to look at. "Her name is Ah Ning," Xiao Yihan's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. Qiaoqiao could see that this must be the concern in Xiao Yihan's heart.

Xu was unable to disobey the original emperor's order, so Xiao Yihan went on the expedition for more than three years. Three years later, when he stepped into the Jiang family and proposed to Wanning. was told that Wanning had entered the palace. How many times, he suppressed the pain in his heart. Tell yourself that it's not time yet.

Qiaoqiao stood aside and quietly watched him paint. There was silence, and the candle flame flickered. The woman on the drawing paper made Qiaoqiao like it very much. She looks forward to meeting her one day and being good friends with her. Qiaoqiao has never walked out of Jiangcheng since he was born at the age of seventeen.

Except for his brother and father, there were no other sisters. If the woman in this painting could come to Jiangcheng, how nice it would be. At that time, Qiaoqiao will no longer be lonely and lonely, and will not always pester Xiao Yihan. At that time, she simply thought that it would be better to get to know more sisters.

But I never thought that there was so much conspiracy and exploitation involved. If she knew about Xiao Yihan's city, she would have prevented Wan Ning from entering the city. I won't watch Wanning cry sadly and end up miserable with the person she likes. Everything was unexpected.

"This is your favorite roll pastry!" Qiao Qiao said, and took out a plate of pastries from the food box. There is also a small bowl of rice porridge, "And this bean porridge, all of them are your favorites!" "Blanch a pot to warm the bar," Xiao Yihan said to Qiaoqiao as he traced the last stroke.

On the table, there is a small stove. On the stove is a small basin filled with warm water, and in the basin is the white wine in a blue and white porcelain vase. The flames are blazing, baking the cold liquor. After a while, the aroma of wine wafted everywhere. Qiaoqiao has often drunk with her brothers since she was a child, and it is very useful to smell the aroma of wine.

When Qiaoqiao took out the flask and poured it into the shot glass. Xiao Yihan had already finished painting, and Qiaoqiao hurriedly moved over to look. The woman in the painting is otherworldly, but she does not lose her demeanor. "The painting is good, but it's a pity that the inscription is missing," Qiaoqiao said with some regret, "It would be better if the inscription was in the book." ”

At that time, I saw Xiao Yihan drink a small sip of wine. He walked over to the table and picked up a brush dipped in ink. On the left side of the painting, a seven-character quatrain was inscribed: "March peach blossoms and March rain, flying down into a good song." It is difficult to see each other when you rub shoulders and look back, and there is no hope in this life. ”

"It's really a good poem!" Qiaoqiao clapped her hands happily and cheered, "I like the last two sentences the most: it is difficult to see each other when you rub shoulders and look back, and there is no hope in this life!" Brother Han is really very talented! I toast you! She said, raising her glass. Drink it all, quite the atmosphere of a Xijon woman.