The scenery of Hanzhou is good-looking, but this good-looking is a little disappointed in Qinghe's view, she thought that the beauty of Hanzhou should be as painted in Xiucai's text, like a fairyland, and in her opinion, it is just a green and more plum blossoms in the winter when the grass and trees are withered, and the water is very clear, if she wants to say that there is beauty, she really can't say. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Luo Shaoqiu sighed and said: "It's not the right time for us to come, if we come here in summer, there will be a pond full of lotus flowers, and the water and sky are very beautiful, but now it seems to be a little depressed." ”

"The depression is not unbeautiful, the world is endlessly changing, but the naked eye is not real, and you still have to pay attention to the scenery." Yu Wan responded.

Walk down from the stone bridge, it is the bazaar, the bazaar is very lively, compared with Jizhou, it is much more peaceful here, if it is not in Jizhou to repel the Liang army, today's Hanzhou is prosperous, and will eventually become the history of the literati.

Qing He didn't want to listen to him, so he walked forward quickly, Qiao Meng thought she would be attracted by those strange things, but she didn't expect her to walk to a stall selling calligraphy and paintings and stopped, looking up at the hanging paintings.

The painting is a picture of flowers and birds, three red azaleas with three petals, three colorful butterflies flying on the flowers, three small insects on the ground, and you can vaguely see three birds flying in the distance looming among the clouds.

Qiao Meng saw that Qinghe liked it, so he asked, "How can this painting be sold?" ”

The man who sold the painting was just about to speak, but Qinghe interrupted and turned his head and asked Qiao Meng: "You want to buy it?" ”

"Don't you like this painting?"

"I like it, but I don't want to buy it." Qinghe pointed his finger at the painting and said, "I don't know why I look at this painting, I really don't like the person who paints it." ”

As soon as Qinghe's words came out, everyone was stunned, and the person who bought the painting asked in surprise: "What did the girl say this?" ”

"I always feel that the ambition of this painter is too great, even if it is such a beautiful flower, bird and butterfly, it looks so cheesy in his brush."

Luo Shaoqiu laughed when he heard this: "You little girl, you even evaluate the incarnation of these literati and inkmen, do you know what is good-looking and what is cheesy." Luo Shaoqiu's words were undoubtedly a mockery of Qinghe for being a country girl who didn't understand these elegant things.

Qing He was very unhappy when he heard it, and glared back at Luo Shaoqiu, but Luo Shaoqiu didn't care, raised his eyebrows and chin lightly, and looked at Qing He with an arrogant attitude: "If you have the ability, you can explain." ”

Qing He sneered: "Qing He is not talented, although he has not read any books, but he is still studious, and he has also heard that one life is two, two is three, and three is everything." She pointed to the object on the painting and continued, "Although the person who painted this painting is everywhere, the composition of the large and small virtual reality is extremely exquisite, and it does not make people feel different, if you look closely, you will find that the person who painted the painting is extremely terrifying, and everything everywhere is extremely ambitious." ”

Not to mention Luo Shaoqiu, even Qiao Meng was shocked by her insight, Qinghe didn't tell Qiao Meng, she loves to read very much, in the village, many children don't like to play with her because she is an orphan and lives far away, until one day she met Xiucai in the village, the two quickly became good friends, Xiucai taught her to read and write, and often gave her some books to read.

After coming and going, her knowledge is about the same as that of Xiucai, but Qinghe has always had low self-esteem and does not like to be public, so few people know that she can read and write, so few people praise her, and she always feels that she is half illiterate, just a few words.

When Qing He finished saying this, he heard someone laughing behind him, and everyone turned their heads to look at the person behind him, who was dressed very strangely, wearing a dark red robe, wearing his body tightly, and his long black hair was casually draped, covering the right half of his face, and Qing He was stunned when she looked at the left half of her face, she thought in a trance that it was a little lady dressed as a man, her skin was fair, and the color of his eyes was a little gray.

It wasn't until the man had spoken that she was sure that the man was a man, and that there was a faint Adam's apple: "The little girl seems to have a good understanding of the paintings. ”

Qing He waved his hand, a little embarrassed to hide behind Qiao Meng: "Nonsense." "After all, he was still a timid child.

The man smiled, his thin lips curled slightly: "I think what you said makes some sense." ”

Qinghe smiled in an embarrassed voice, and Yu Wan said when he saw this: "It's not early, we should go back." ”

"Let's go back." Qiao Meng felt that the man in front of him was very dangerous, fortunately he was not an enemy, so it was better not to provoke, so as not to cause trouble, Qiao Meng nodded slightly at the man: "Farewell." ”

The four of them turned around and left, Qinghe tightly tugged on Qiao Meng's sleeve: "I'm a little scared of that person just now." ”

"It's better to provoke less people like this." Qiao Meng said.

Qinghe nodded: "Then let's go look elsewhere." ”

After Qinghe and the others left, the man looked at the hanging painting and said, "Give me this painting, I won't sell it." ”

The seller obediently rolled the scroll and handed it to the man.

The four of them walked for a while and found that the people in front of them had gathered here, and there was a circle in the middle of the siege, and there were many bound people kneeling in the circle, some of them were scared, some were expressionless, probably they were used to seeing this scene and were numb to life and death.

And among the people, there was a man and a woman, the woman leaned on the man's shoulder with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and the man had no fear in his eyes, but he enjoyed this scene a little.

Qinghe walked to the front and looked at this scene a little strangely, she looked up and asked Qiao Meng: "Brother Qiao Meng, what are you just doing?" ”

Qiao Meng shook his head, as if he didn't know.

A young man on the side said, "These people have offended the Moon Star Tower, and they are here to be punished today. He said and pointed to the woman who was leaning on the man's shoulder: "Look at this woman's dress, it should be a person from Yuexinglou, maybe she betrayed Yuexinglou, and she will be punished with these people today." ”

"That's it!" Qing He nodded, and asked, "What kind of punishment did you suffer, did you get beaten in the middle?" ”

Hearing Qing He's words, the people watching the excitement on the side laughed, and the young man said: "Death penalty, offended Yuexinglou and was arrested, but there is no one who can survive." ”

Unexpectedly, Qinghe was taken aback by these words, and hurriedly said: "How can the Son of Heaven kill people at will." ”

"What is the foot of the Son of Heaven, now there is Liang Jun in front of Dayu and Yasukuni in the back, where can we still manage us ordinary people, if we want to survive in this world, in addition to guarding ourselves, there is only those who tend to be strong, and these people are the fate of those who tend to be strong but restless, I can't manage it, and I don't have time to care." The young man said with a blank face.

In troubled times, is human nature so indifferent?

Qinghe is very similar to these people in front of the gang, these people just offended Yuexinglou, but they can't be killed to death, so they are brutally killed, isn't it too cruel, but it's a pity that she doesn't have this ability, and she doesn't dare to let Qiao Meng take risks.

Qiao Meng has been wandering in the rivers and lakes all the year round, and he has seen too many lives and deaths, and his heart may have been numb for a long time, and he has never been nosy, and he is afraid that he will not make a move today.

Qing He felt sorry for her powerlessness, she turned around and walked out of the crowd, Qiao Meng had been following behind her, Qing He looked at the blue sky and took a deep breath, she comforted herself: The life and death of these people have nothing to do with me, since they can't be changed, then they should be treated as if they have never been seen.

She didn't know how these people had offended Yuexing Tower, so she couldn't make a correct evaluation.

Just as people can never completely stand in each other's position and test the problem, because there is no empathy in this world, others will never feel how much it hurts to be stabbed by a sword, nor will they know how happy and sad they will be because of a person's eyes, people's feelings can only surround themselves, and sometimes even the pain they have felt will be forgotten.

Qinghe lowered her head and walked into the distance, and she heard the group of kneeling people behind her shouting: "Don't." And there was no sound.

A smell of blood wafted from behind.

Qiao Meng walked up behind her and gently blocked her ears to prevent her from listening to the wails of the dying man.

Qinghe looked at him, Qiao Meng smiled slightly and let go of his hand: "I don't want you to come into contact with the darkness of this world, but now I find that I can't avoid you from contacting it at all, because this world is already dark, even if it is light, it will become dirty together." ”

"Brother Qiao Meng, what the world is like, I knew it a long time ago." Qing He's voice sounded very vicissitudes, as if he had experienced something.

When Qinghe was eight years old, she was ridiculed by the children of the village for not having parents, she cried all night, and the next day at dawn, she packed up her things and left the village, wanting to find her mother, that is, on that day, she saw a city with her own eyes, the walls were full of people, and under the walls stood a row of soldiers with bows and arrows aiming at them.

Qing He was so frightened that he hid in the grass and didn't dare to make a sound, watching those ordinary people being shot into hedgehogs by the group of soldiers, sharp arrows piercing their bodies, those who were lucky were pierced through the heart and died at first sight, and those who were unfortunate could only watch their devastated bodies keep bleeding out, and their bodies were so numb that they couldn't feel a trace of pain, and finally died slowly.

Qinghe was frightened and didn't dare to go any further, and went back to the village again, but she disappeared for three days, and no one in the village came out to look for her, not even Uncle and Aunt Yang, who had been taking care of her, didn't notice that she was not there.

Frightened, scared, and sad these emotions poured into Qinghe's body, and after she went back, she fell seriously ill, and after she recovered from her illness, she couldn't have any feelings for the people in this village, especially the Yang family and his wife who raised her.

And she never left the village again after she was eight years old, not because she couldn't get out, but because she didn't dare to go out again.

Almost with hatred, she stayed in that village until the day Qiao Meng came to look for her.