After Yuan Lingjun left Lin'an, the fan with only one side of the edge was also silent.

It was by chance that she first met the fan, who sells citrus for a living. There are many fish and fish in the market, but there is also no shortage of hidden dragons and tigers, and the fan is one of them.

Holding a fan is good at making fans, good at singing, and is familiar with folk anecdotes.

Just because Yuan Lingjun bought a basket of citrus that no one patronized, he told the girl from Baling County, Changshan, the story of the son of Beigong Mountain. The love-hate entanglement of a man and a woman, the not-so-wonderful beginning, the mixed experience of joy and sorrow, the ending is a mystery.

"One of Madame's maidservants admonished that it is rumored that there is a red demon fox on the top of Beigong Mountain, specializing in sucking men's essence blood to keep his face, Xiao Langjun's status is noble, and he should not take risks. Mrs. didn't listen, she looked forward to the child growing up, so as to give him a thousand miles of good horses, Mrs. said, with a good horse to go a long way, take a good road, in the future to step on Beigong Mountain. ”

The heroine in the story has encountered accidents three times, has been humiliated by the housemother in every way, and has been bullied, and the most worrying thing is - did the lady who was looking forward to the child riding a horse on Beigong Mountain finally give birth safely? If you really give birth to a son, how can you continue to survive in a big family of conspiracy and calculation?

The fan seems to have a hard time, and the ending has not been informed for a long time. Madame's son set foot on Beigong Mountain as he wished?

Yuan Lingjun has loved to listen to the strange legends of gods and ghosts since he was a child, and the strange things of various countries, the love between men and women has always been unpleasant. But she likes to hold a fan, likes the story of Beigong Mountain, and hates having a head and no tail the most, deliberately tickling her heart. So she waited in the market every day to sell citrus and ask about the ending. It's just an ending, the fan is silent, and the weirdness in it makes Yuan Lingjun chase after him.

The fan can't, so he has to compromise a step: "At this time next spring, the lady will come to the long pavilion for a while, and if there is a chance to see you again, the fan will tell the truth." ”

It's been three years, who has been there in the Changting Society? Three years ago, Yuan Lingjun broke up with his father after a big quarrel, was expelled from Lin'an, and never set foot in the capital again.

In the meeting of the long pavilion, Yuan Ling was lost for about three years, but as everyone knows, the fan has also been missing for three years. Yuan Lingjun was still looking forward to it, thinking about the day they would meet again.

Holding a fan, holding a fan...... A story she unintentionally told touched Yuan Lingjun's heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time, and even in his dreams, he could see the haggard and sad face of the fan.

Hold the fan!

Yuan Lingjun struggled and struggled to open her eyes, her chest rising and falling violently.

How could you inexplicably dream of holding a fan. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and found that her heart was still cramping.

Each alternating torment of nightmares and illness made this young child feel lonely like never before, without the gentle face of her nanny, the familiar pavilion orchid room, the bitter decoction that was difficult to swallow, and the strangeness around her made her at a loss.

The egret is leisurely, sweeping through the vast world. This is a strange and remote foreign land, far away from Changshan Baling, and even far away from the capital Lin'an.

Yuan Lingjun looked around blankly, at this moment she was lying in a barren grassland that covered the sky and the sun, I don't know how long she slept, and the sky became dark.

"Yikes! Something bad. "The theft of the old hen of the Wang family, Master Zhen should know. Yuan Lingjun slapped his head, and the hay clippings on the top of his hair fell.

The summer weeds stretched wildly in the soil, and the weeds and artemisia weeds were mixed like a yellow and green river, whimpering, rolling, undulating, and furiously rolling towards the mountain pass.

In the valley, there were bursts of dissonant piano sounds, out of tune in the wind, mixed with the call of men, echoing the wind and the sound of the piano.

Not far from the wasteland, there was a boulder that had fallen from the top of the hill, and the young man in cloth with the drum and harp sat cross-legged on it, and he looked up at the sky, and it was not until the end of the song that he stood up with the lyre in his arms and walked down the mountain.

The dark clouds are rolling in the sky, like a roaring and angry evil dragon, and the next moment it will have a desperate struggle with the gods.

At this time, the trees in the opposite mountain fluctuate. The wind came, the wind blew the grass low, and there was no human figure in sight.

"Sovereign, Sovereign......"

A stocky middle-aged man came down from the hill, screaming and struggling to walk in the grass, and he looked very panicked. But he slept for a while, and when he woke up, he lost the lord.

Yuan Lingjun covered his ears and shook his voice out of his head. She had long, soft black hair that hung straight down to her knees, and was as beautiful as a cloud.

The tough blades of grass firmly entangled her long hair, Yuan Lingjun bared her teeth and cried out in pain, laboriously tore off the grass stems, gritted her teeth and ran, the wind passed through her long hair, brushed the hem of her clothes, and the human-tall grass fell behind her.

The manic mountain wind swirled down, and the grass waves swept towards her, and the blades of the leaves scraped on the bare skin that hurt and itched.

"Come on. Liuniang, grab my hand. The lyre boy handed out his hand to Yuan Lingjun.

Yuan Lingjun climbed the boy's arm to climb the mountain path, the stones of some ages on the mountain path were covered with moss, and it was not easy to walk, Yuan Lingjun stumbled several times, and his knees and elbows were covered with mud.

"Yikes! What's going on with your eyes? One of her eyes was red, and Zhong Cuiguan felt strange.

"The day you're done, I'll be able to sleep soundly. However, I'm afraid I won't have a chance. Yuan Lingjun patted away the thin mud on his clothes and strode forward. Zhong Cuiguan's face was hot, and he chased after her and apologized to her.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, and they go against the wind. Zhong Cuiguan asked Yuan Lingjun to hold the corner of his clothes, and he said in front: "The autumn music assessment is about to start, if I make the list, I can go to Changshan Baling in the spring, and then we will go to see the rouge rain together?" ”

"What's so nice about that. I'm not going. Yuan Ling was not interested, gasping for breath all the way, Zhong Cuiguan had to push her back up the mountain.

"Don't you little girls like flowers? Yuguan has told me many times. I really don't want to go! ”

"I'm not like her, I don't like it."

It was dark and the black clouds were low overhead, and the two hurried back to the village before the downpour.

Under the porch of the Zhong family, the girl on her back held the door and looked at it, she frowned worriedly, and bent the corners of her mouth in an instant, like a lover waiting for the return of a long journey, with a complicated expression.

When she saw the figure walking side by side at the entrance of the village, the girl smiled, flew up and grabbed the young man's arm: "Cui Guan, I don't see you in January, I can't wait to grow wings and fly back." ”

They are already engaged, but they are still underage.

Yan Yuguan went to the town with A-Niang to visit relatives a month ago, which coincided with the birth of the eldest sister-in-law, and there was a shortage of manpower in the store.

This kind of feeling, known as a "childhood sweetheart", is really enviable. Yuan Lingjun didn't think so, she went to school at the age of eight, knew people at the age of ten, and now she is more than thirteen years old, with a casual temperament, informal, and the feelings between men and women seem to understand whether she understands or not, and marriage is a patchwork of two people for her, endless disputes from morning to night, and there is no half of beauty at all.

"If you really want to take the music test, won't it be too difficult?"

"Don't worry, I'll do my best, if I can't pass the exam, I'll continue next year, and one day I'll take you to Baling to see carmine apricots."

Yuan Lingjun, who was undressed in front of the coffin frame, could still hear the whispers coming from under the porch of the Zhong family.

"There are a lot of whimsical people." Yuan Lingjun sneered and flattened his mouth.

The axe split the sky into a big mouth, and the rain poured down one after another, and the feet of the rain were like pillars, and they trickled down the eaves, and the green bamboo and palm trees behind the house were watered thoroughly, and the affection of the children was drowned in the noisy rain.

Yuan Lingjun was lying on the couch with his head resting on his arm, his left leg in the air, listening attentively to the vague conversation between the two. She suddenly got up and sat down on the edge of the couch, rubbing her eyes hard until she saw her terrible appearance—dirty trouser legs, thin mud on the ends of her hair.

It's really not possible without Kunjiao. Yuan Lingjun let out a long sigh and fell straight back.

Under the eaves, the green bamboo turned dark green, and the raindrops rolled down from the pointed bamboo leaves to the puddle, ticking, ticking, quiet and silent, but in fact there was a sound.

Because of the weather, the lights were lit early in the hall of the old house, and the old and the young sat at the door, enjoying the rain curtain and tasting the new green tea made in the village this year.

The two people who seem to be comfortable actually have their own concerns and worries.

"It is not a long-term solution for the lord to stay here, the teacher wants to let the lord recognize the situation in front of him before taking action, I am afraid it is too late, the best way is to see the clouds and the moon, grasp the initiative, instead of lying dormant and waiting for the mystery to surface. What does the teacher think? The young man said.

Zhen Chuanting nodded in agreement: "If you care, it will be chaotic, and it is the bystanders who can see it most clearly." But the lord has always been afraid of things, and he does not listen to the advice of others, and it is useless to talk too much. ”