After hanging up the phone, Yang Mucheng took care of himself, took a shower, changed into a clean and neat clothes, and packed the clothes and luggage needed for a week. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

An hour later, Yang Mucheng got into Song Mingyue's car and followed her onto the highway, heading towards a place he didn't know.

Sitting in the car, Song Mingyue didn't speak, just quietly watched the car ahead. If it weren't for her graceful overtaking and turning, Yang Mucheng would even suspect that she was thinking about things and wandering.

There are some old songs in the carriage, the theme song of "Laughing at the Wind and Cloud" and the ending song "The Love of My Life" from "Journey to the West......

Although Yang Mucheng was not born in the most popular era of songs and films, he has a different love for these classic films and songs.

Looking out the window, Yang Mucheng was also a little dazed. In my mind, it seems that those classic characters and storylines from the past flashed.

The scenery on the side of the highway is fleeting, whether it is beautiful or not, constantly shuttling between reality and nothingness. Looking back, Yang Mucheng experienced a shootout in Hong Kong in the past two or three months, and then returned to China to found Guanheng Investment Company, and then went to Africa to rescue Tian Yuxuan, where he also had contact with the ancient Wu people. Now, sitting in Song Mingyue's car again, he drove towards a mountain village where he didn't even know where.

His experience in the past two months is almost the sum of all the things that others can only encounter in ten years or more, looking at the ups and downs outside, Yang Mucheng seems to see time passing little by little from his fingertips. With a long exhale, he suddenly felt much older.

Turning her head to look at Song Mingyue beside her, she is still so cold, with the queen style unique to a mature woman, although she does not appear to be overlooked, she has a domineering spirit.

However, after all, he and her crossed the line, and when he looked at her again, he appreciated the caring psychology that always carried a man looking down on his woman.

"I heard Xiaoyu say that you like to read history books?"

After driving a full hundred kilometers, Song Mingyue spoke.

At this time, the music style of the car speaker suddenly changed and was replaced by the very majestic "Themass". Intense, high-spirited, full of blood and fighting spirit. Just listening to the sonorous rhythm, people can't help but be passionate and enthusiastic.

Yang Mucheng took a deep breath with the rhythm of the music, nodded, and said, "Yes, I am always curious about the past and the unknown, so I like to flip through it casually." ”

Song Mingyue lightly agreed, and did not continue to speak.

Yang Mucheng originally thought that Song Mingyue would start with the first sentence, and then ask some other questions, but unexpectedly, she didn't follow up after asking a sentence.

"Where are we going?"

Yang Mucheng watched as he walked away all the way, and had already driven out of the jurisdiction and boundary of Pengcheng, and couldn't help but ask Song Mingyue a question.

"ZJ is a remote mountain village, go and see a person."

Song Mingyue sighed before she said where she was going and what she was going to do. When she looked into the distance, her eyes flickered faintly, and there were vague flashes of look.

"Were you a man in the past who was particularly violent?"

After being silent for a long time, Yang Mucheng suddenly asked Song Mingyue again.

“……”

Song Mingyue turned his head to look at Yang Mucheng, a little puzzled, and he suddenly mentioned this question. After a while, Fang Cai said slowly: "It's very ordinary, I will eat three meals a day, and I will chase fame and fortune." When I see beautiful girls, I will also lean up, exactly like ordinary people. ”

Although Song Mingyue said it very indifferently, Yang Mucheng didn't believe Song Mingyue's words, with her character and style, it was impossible to like a mediocre talent. Of course, the ordinary people in her mouth are afraid that they don't know how much higher the gold collar is than those so-called silver collars.

"How is he now?"

Yang Mucheng and Song Mingyue have known each other for a year, and he can basically conclude that the two have no contact, so he can't help but ask about his whereabouts. Although, Yang Mucheng also knew that this was a sore spot for Song Mingyue, a forbidden place that he was unwilling to uncover. However, Yang Mucheng did not intend to end up as plain as chatting with her in the past, but took the sword and analyzed it from the sharpest angle.

"Dead."

Song Mingyue said two words more and more indifferently, the corners of her mouth rose, as if she was laughing, but with endless sadness, which made people feel heartache when they saw it.

"Won't it?"

Yang Mucheng didn't expect this to be the end, and couldn't help frowning, speaking in disbelief.

"We're going to grave him now."

Song Mingyue's voice was a little hoarse.

Yang Mucheng couldn't help but be stunned again when he heard this, he knew that Song Mingyue was very worried about him, but he didn't know that she would actually take him to meet her former man. And, still to see his grave.

Along the way, Yang Mucheng didn't speak again. In the car, music that is obviously masculine is constantly played, or tragic, or passionate, or free, or gentle.

In Yang Mucheng's mind, he began to endlessly imagine what the ordinary man Song Mingyue said would look like? And why did he die?

After driving for five hours, in the afternoon, when it began to rain lightly, they turned off the highway, and then walked for nearly an hour on the winding mountain road before they arrived at a land with beautiful mountains and rivers, but obviously a little poor.

In a place where you can see a small mountain village in the distance, there is a luxury villa that stands out from the crowd and stands out. Song Mingyue drove the car directly into the front of the villa, and at the door, an old man in his sixties, dressed in a Tang costume and wearing a traditional ancient style, was waiting there.

The villa is built in the style of a traditional courtyard house, with blue bricks and red tiles, antique and antique, and extremely exquisite. As soon as you enter the door, there is a landscape screen mural. Majestic, spewing clouds and spitting fog. Looking at the entire courtyard again, it is spacious all around, and there are not too many furnishings, which seems to imply that the owner of this house is humble and has a ravine!

"Old ginger, make some special things here at night. It's been a long time since I've eaten here, and I miss it. ”

Song Mingyue nodded slightly to the old man at the door, and then opened the trunk, which was full of various daily necessities, cigarettes, wine, and tea.

Yang Mucheng looked at Song Mingyue's professional dress, and then looked at the old man who was obviously over sixty years old, knowing that he should play the role of a coolie, he didn't answer, picked up a large box from the car and walked inside.

"The carp in the Houshan fishing pond has just caught two fish, which can be used as soup, and the wild vegetables and bamboo shoots in this season are also tender, so a few side dishes are no problem. Only this game, and the two pheasants that I just caught in the morning, will be there for the time being. Tomorrow, I'll do better. ”

Lao Jiang accompanied Song Mingyue to talk, and then walked into the courtyard, without the consciousness of helping to move things.

After Yang Mucheng moved down the full trunk of things and put them in the side room, Lao Jiang was already sitting in the living room with Song Mingyue talking. As soon as Yang Mucheng entered the living room, it was an extremely old-fashioned house design, with no sofa, and it was still a table of eight immortals and two Taishi chairs above the high hall.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, there is no traditional landscape map or tiger roaring mountain forest map hanging in front of the door. Above the main hall, it's two words!

Chase the wind! ――

It's just two words, but it's written in a strange way, the handwriting is dripping, and the aftertaste is endless. There is ridicule and disdain for the world in the paranoia, and there is the domineering spirit of the king looking down on the arrogance!

Yang Mucheng has a little understanding of calligraphy and knows the truth that words are like people. What kind of words you write represents what kind of state a person has. Even if it is the same person writing the same picture, when the mood is different, the realm of writing is different.

This man is really unusual!

Just looking at the words he wrote, Yang Mucheng couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart.

Li Mingtong!

Looking at the final inscription of this painting, Yang Mucheng wrote down his name.

"Miss, how many days are you going to stay here this time?"

The old man known as Lao Jiang poured Yang Mucheng a cup of tea with a three-gai bowl, and then spoke to Song Mingyue.

Yang Mucheng honestly sat on a chair at the bottom, holding the bowl of tea, his heart was full of surprise, but he definitely didn't dare to interject.

Miss?!

Lao Jiang's name for Song Mingyue is very similar to that of a large family before the Republic of China, and the housekeeper and servant called the son of the family. And Song Mingyue seems to be happy to accept this title, and she has no reservations.

"Three or five days."

Song Mingyue picked up the three-lid bowl and tasted the tea in the bowl elegantly, but did not drink it.

"It's okay, I've been out for a long time, I should come back and have a look. Li Ye is here alone, although he is guarded by an old guy like me. However, he has been prosperous all his life, and now it ends like this, and he will be lonely after all. ”

Old Jiang sighed and spoke faintly. His eyes were slightly closed, leaning on the armrest, and he looked like he was in endless thought.

"Old Jiang, I've wronged you all these years. Why don't you come with me? ”

Song Mingyue blew the three-cover bowl in her hand and spoke to Lao Jiang.

"Miss, I'm already a dying person, what else can I do when I go out? Moreover, the changes in this world cannot be seen through or understood. Instead of suffering the sin of prosperity outside, it is better to accompany Li Ye here to enjoy this loneliness and suffering. ”

Lao Jiang sighed faintly again, glanced at Yang Mucheng, and said: "This little brother's appearance and demeanor are not ordinary, I think it must come from everyone, has a great background, right?" ”

Yang Mucheng heard Lao Jiang's evaluation of him, his heart moved, but he didn't move on the surface and said: "The old man has raised me, my family is a farmer in the area of Lihuagou in Zhili, and the family has been a farmer for generations, don't say that I can't talk about everyone, my parents died early, I grew up with my grandfather, and my grandfather was no longer there when I was eleven years old, and I was a real grassroots orphan." ”

"Peasants? Orphan? ”

Lao Jiang's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Yang Mucheng again, and sighed: "It seems that I am really old." Looking at people and things, it's not as good as before. You sit down, I'll clean up some meals. ”

"I'm sorry for your trouble."

Yang Mucheng stood up and said, "Need help?" ”

"No, you don't."

Lao Jiang waved his hand, then put his hands behind his back, like an old farmer in the countryside, and said to Yang Mucheng: "Can I drink?" ”

"You can drink a little."

Yang Mucheng nodded in response.

"Tonight, the rice wine brewed by the Tujia here is enough. Of course, I'll mix it with a 70-degree stuffed donkey from Inner Monte, and it's exciting to drink. It's been a long time since anyone drank with me, and today Miss brought you here, and it's you. Be sure to have a drink. ”

Lao Jiang waved his hand again, ignoring the stunned on Yang Mucheng's face, and walked out of the living room with his hands behind his back to go to the kitchen.

Yang Mucheng only felt that since he arrived in this villa, everything was in the clouds, and he turned his head to look at Song Mingyue who was sitting next to him, his face was full of puzzlement.

"You don't have to ask me anything, I will tell you all when I want to. I know you have some amount of alcohol, but old ginger is not an average drink. Moreover, once he finds someone to accompany him, he must drink happily. If you have doubts, you should press it down first, and think about how to accompany Lao Jiang to a bar at night. ”

Song Mingyue was playing with the three-covered bowl in her hand, which was completely the appearance of the hostess here. (To be continued.) )