Louyang Street is about three zhang wide, traversing the entire west and south two major districts, it is one of the main traffic arteries of Wanqiu City, and in Louyang Street less than 300 feet away from the west city wall, there is a fork road without a name, except for the two houses at the intersection of the street on both sides of the road are slightly better, the rest are basically thatched houses with small courtyards. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The third small courtyard in the miles of Louyang Street was cleaned very clean, and there was a little girl wearing a silk silk next to the well in the courtyard, and her beautiful eyes looked at the pedestrians who walked by from time to time on the road, and her appearance should be in a daze.

It has been nearly half a month since I moved from Makino to Wanqiu City, and the freshness and enthusiasm of the first arrival have slowly disappeared in the noisy noise, and it is a little annoying to be noisy here at night or during the day, and it is as unpleasant as the summer in Makino.

If people are accustomed to quietness, they like it.

Fei Zhai recalled what happened during this time, as unreal as seeing flowers in the fog, originally she thought that even if she couldn't stay in Muye for a lifetime, at least she would have to live until she and Fu, and then accepted the arrangement of fate like other sons-in-law.

She suddenly missed the life of Makino, although it was very boring to do the homework assigned by her grandfather every day, but at least she had some time left to sit on the ridge and breathe the smell of the grass, watch the colorful butterflies swaying and dancing beautifully, or lie on the grass and watch the stars blinking in the endless starry sky.

It's her favorite thing, and it's probably the only toy she has.

Since coming to Wanqiu City, he has not been as comfortable as in Makino. For so long, she had never stepped out of the courtyard.

It's not that she doesn't want to go out, it's that she can't go out.

Her father's careful arrangement made her a little inexplicably confused, she was afraid that if something happened after she went out, only if something happened to her, she was afraid that it would affect the people around her, and the self-blame and remorse afterwards would not play a half role.

Fu Zhai's eyes gradually regained their clarity, and after getting up and closing the door of the small courtyard, she was about to enter the house to do her afternoon homework, and when she was halfway through, she suddenly noticed something wrong, so she glanced at the small building at the corner of the street a little strangely.

At this time, at the window on the second floor of the small building, there was a man in white with clear eyebrows, leaning against the window frame, looking at her with a smile.

Between the two is a small courtyard whose door has never been opened, maybe it has been opened, but Fei Zhai has not heard the sound of opening the door even once in the past half a month, so she can see it very clearly.

She heard Lu Zhuo talk about the two small buildings at the corner of the street, and there was a tavern next to the courtyard where he lived, and listening to the meaning of his words at the time, this tavern sold wine of not very good quality, but its price was cheaper than the wine in other taverns, after all, most of the people living in the West Block were civilians.

And this is also the only tavern in the alley and nearby, and there is an endless stream of people who go to drink every day, but most of them go home to drink, and those who stay in the tavern are some people who have nothing to do to pass the time.

And the people who can afford to open a private room on the second floor are not ordinary civilians, or rather, they are not civilians at all.

The man in white saw her looking over and nodded slightly, which was considered a courtesy.

Fei Zhai didn't feel anything, in her opinion, the people of Wanqiu City were born like this, so she saluted her and walked into the house quickly.

The man in white looked at the thin figure disappearing into the hut, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly expanded.

Fei Zhai knelt in front of the mahogany table, reached out and took a bamboo slip and read it quietly, while Fei Ying taught wind chime lock embroidery in another room, and the whole afternoon passed by in a flash.

The red sun sets in the west, and Liao Xing rises in the sky.

A few people simply ate some pickles and rice porridge, and then sat in the small courtyard and chatted about some gossip as before, but it was the parents who heard from the outside, such as Aunt Zhang next door in order to buy a volume of "The Book of Songs" for her son, and saved more than half a year of money to be enough, and the two of them were shocked and didn't know how to answer.

Fu Zhai glanced back at the thatched hut, where there was an inner room with several large boxes of bamboo slips in the room.

Lao Zhangtou and Aunt Wang have fought all their lives, and it is not until today that he put down the face of the man to apologize, and when the two hugged each other and cried, they blamed themselves, since they were in love, why torture each other, it is not so difficult to speak.

The best time passed quietly, and when I looked back, it was not too late, but it was too late.

Today's topic is a little dull, and even the heart with Concubine Zhai has become dull.

Originally, in her opinion, most of the people of Wanqiu could live in such houses, and most of them must be relatively wealthy, at least a hundred times better than those who were displaced and starved to death in the wilderness in the book.

Now that she learned that ordinary civilians had to save money for so long in order to buy a volume of "The Book of Songs", she didn't know what to say.

She raised her head to look up at the starry night sky, her little face was full of helplessness, and a decision came from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing this, Fei Ying sighed in her heart, and returned to the house with the drowsy wind chimes, leaving Fei Zhai to sit alone by the well.

At this time, the night was deep, and the slightest breeze carried the coolness of late spring, jumping happily along the gap between the houses.

The window on the second floor of the tavern opened a crack without a sound, and the man in white frowned as he sniffed the cool breeze on his face, as if he had sensed something.

He looked at the light in the hut, the thin figure in a trance, with a cold expression, he stretched out his hands that had been obscured by the window, these hands were beautiful, white and slender, and there were some sawdust on the middle finger of his left hand, which made it look a little white.

In these hands, which made women envious and jealous, was holding a bow, a very new bow, and the bowstring and bow were clearly marked, as if they had just been tied.

The man in white flicked off the sawdust between his fingers, took out a feather arrow like a trick, bent the bow and set the arrow, and the movements were smooth without the slightest sense of sluggishness, like an innate instinct.

He stood as straight as a gun, his eyes were as sharp as eagle's eyes, his thin lips were closed and there was no trace of blood, and his expression was calm and indifferent.

Fei Zhai still looked at the night sky and was distracted, unaware of the crisis around her, thinking about what she had heard recently, lamenting the ordeal of fate, and pituring the long-term affection of the world.

She sighed low like an adult, and the sound spread to every corner of the courtyard, and the sudden cool breeze seemed to float to the heart of the man in white, and the wind rolled all the way with a sigh, staying in every corner it could reach, like a never-ending dream, misty and real, beautiful and dangerous.

The man in white listened to the sudden sound of the wind in his ears, and frowned again, but he only frowned, not to mention that he encountered some strong winds, even if it was a torrential rain, one arrow was enough.

Immediately, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the little girl in front of him, like most of his souls under the arrow in the past, did not know the coming of death at all, and still sat in a daze, without the slightest obstruction, isn't this the best target?

Not to mention him, I'm afraid that an archer who has just trained for a few months can hit with an arrow at such a distance.

And he, even with his eyes closed, can shoot with an arrow.

However, he didn't really close his eyes stupidly, he would give his best to every task, which was respect for the dead and respect for himself.

Although the man in white didn't know why the man asked him to kill a little girl, since he took it, he had no choice but to kill it.

Then, with a light release of his right hand, an arrow with white tail feathers, in the sudden lightning with an indomitable sharpness, like a ghostly impermanence soul hook, stretched into the cleaned small courtyard.