In autumn, the weather gets colder and colder, and it even drizzles on this day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Meng Shichen held an oil-paper umbrella and walked alone on the mountain road, carrying a bamboo basket in her hand, which contained paper money and incense candles, covered with a brown coarse cloth.

"Miss Meng! What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here. The man's gentle voice was like a breeze through the silky rain curtain, with a slight consternation.

Meng Shichen didn't look back, but frowned. "Girl, where are you going? Is it also to go up the mountain to collect mushrooms? The man behind him hurried up, also holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, but it was a rare pure black.

"Zhang Gongzi, fortunately." Meng Shichen was polite, but there was not much smile on his face.

How can there be so many coincidences in this world? When she came out this morning, it was just dawning, there was no one on the street, Shang Junzhu was hangover and had not woken up, and she was still sleeping in the inn. Ever since he had a spirit body, he had become more and more similar to the feeling of a living person.

And this Zhang Yifeng appeared behind her very "coincidentally", picking mushrooms? The devil believes.

"I heard that Cangwu Mountain in Guyang Town loves delicious and non-toxic mushrooms, and I came from Zhaozhou this time to grab the first mushrooms in early autumn!" Zhang Yifeng opened the conversation box familiarly.

As he spoke, he pointed to the back: "Well, as long as it rains, many people will come up the mountain early in the morning to grab it." ”

"Really?" Meng Shichen subconsciously turned his face to look, and there were indeed many figures wearing hats and carrying bamboo blue on the path below the mountain. It turned out to be true, Meng Shichen raised his eyebrows without a trace, and the ice pick erected by Zhang Yifeng disappeared in an instant.

However, he really doesn't look like a mushroom picker. Xiu bamboo-like figure, lake-blue silk robe, almost wrapped in mud to the upper embroidered with delicate moire patterns, and a jade pendant hung around his waist.

He also wore an off-white forehead with purple jade embedded on his head, green silk was simply tied behind his head, and he was draped in a silver cloak, followed by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who was neatly dressed and wore a hat.

No matter how you look at it, he looks like a boy who travels in the mountains and rivers. Well, the young man was carrying a delicate empty bamboo blue in his hand, barely a mushroom picker.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I? Before I went out, I heard that there was already a wave of bold advanced mountains! Zhang Yifeng held his robe in one hand and carefully stepped on the slippery and muddy mountain road.

It's as if one is not careful and will fall to the ground.

Meng Shichen shook his head under the umbrella: "Master Zhang, it is estimated that many of those people will sell the mushrooms they have collected. Why don't you just wait in town and run out and suffer this sin? Look at you, where do you look like a mushroom picker? ”

Zhang Yifeng looked at Meng Shichen who suddenly said such a long sentence to him in surprise, and a smile curled up between his eyebrows.

"Miss Meng is not right when she says this, how can the mushrooms picked by others be delicious as those picked by yourself? I've been waiting so long just to eat the mushrooms I picked. Although the mountain road is difficult to walk, it is nothing to think of the delicious food in the mountains. ”

Zhang Yifeng said, a smile on the corner of his lips. I don't know if it's an illusion, Meng Shichen actually saw a disdainful expression on the face of the young man accompanying him, and rolled his eyes.

The boy is really the most casual and lively cute creature, and he rolls his eyes so cute. How nice it would be if Senior Brother Wei of their family was good?

"Didn't Miss Meng go up the mountain because she was attracted by the delicious taste of mushrooms?" Zhang Yifeng's voice broke Meng Shichen's thoughts, she came back to her senses in a daze, pursed the corners of her lips indifferently, and said, "I don't care, and besides, I'm really not here to pick mushrooms." ”

As he spoke, a trace of loneliness flashed on Meng Shichen's face. If I remember correctly, the master died on the night she was driven down the mountain.

Today, it should be the day of burial. Just thinking about it, I suddenly saw a group of people dressed in white walking through the wind and rain on the opposite mountain road, and in front of it was a tall and thin man holding a spiritual position.

"Then you are ......" Zhang Yifeng was halfway through his words, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Meng Shichen's expression was wrong.

He followed her gaze, and his gaze fell on the mourners. Zhang Yifeng suddenly thought of something, looked at the basket in her hand again, and smiled faintly.

"Since Miss Meng is not here to pick mushrooms, then she will go to the mountains and forests next to her. Girl, be careful. Zhang Yifeng said to her with a clear face, and then, he didn't wait for Meng Shichen's response.

When I looked closely, I noticed that the girl's eyes were already a little misty.

Zhang Yifeng didn't speak, but walked into the woods next to him with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The young man wearing the hat glanced at Meng Shichen strangely, raised his eyebrows, and followed Zhang Yifeng into the forest.

"I'm ......" for a long time before Meng Shichen came back to his senses. When he turned his face to look, there was no one around him, and the people who followed him also rushed into the forest.

She smiled distractedly, carried the bamboo basket and walked around the mountain road not far away, and walked over the mountainside on the other side. After that, she found a flat spot in the woods with a boulder and stopped.

Standing on the big rock, you can see the people on the opposite hill who are busy digging and preparing to bury the black and shiny coffin, and this scene is so similar to the time when the vine spirit was ambushed.

Meng Shichen stood on the stone with an umbrella, looking at the opposite side for a moment, but she didn't know that a certain boy who played with mushroom picking was holding a white mushroom and staring at her for a long time.

The man was dressed in a lake-blue robe, a silver cloak, and a black oil-paper umbrella stood on a large thick branch like a bamboo. The foliage was still thick enough to obscure his figure, and he couldn't even see the umbrella.

"Childe, isn't it just dealing with a little girl? You say you're like this? ”

The young man who was originally squatting not far away to dig up fungi sighed and walked up, standing under the big tree, but his childish face was a pair of cold eyes. It's a world of difference from the innocent young man just now.

The boy holding the umbrella raised his long hand, and the white fungus landed steadily in the boy's basket.

And he didn't even deviate from the corner of his eyes from beginning to end, Zhang Yifeng flicked off the little dirt stained on his fingers, and his charming smile revealed a mysterious taste: "What do you know?" There are some things that cannot be rushed. ”

As he spoke, his eyes were still firmly glued to the white oil-paper umbrella held by the woman on the stone in front of him, and a red plum was painted on the surface of the umbrella, which was as thin as spider silk in the rain curtain.

After a long time, Meng Shichen finally saw that there was no half a figure on the opposite hill except for a new tomb.

(To be continued.) )