In the end, it still depends on Yang Xiuyi's love for me, so I won't be so sad when I left him in the past. (Fengwu Literature Network http://www.qiuwu.net.)

http://www.qiuwu.net) (Fengwu Literature Network.qiuwu.) Because I always felt in my head that if I was in danger, if I missed him, I could always run back and hide in his arms. Even if he is really angry with me, as long as he desperately flatters him, he will be soft-hearted. It's a very selfish thought, but it's true.

Not anymore.

It was as if I heard something collapse in my heart, and all my weakness and weariness, sadness and desolation suddenly had nothing to hide. But after all, you can't let the cold wind sweep and rag all the time, without him, you have to build a secluded place for yourself, even if it is a thatched rafter.

With the only three pennies on his body, he bought flint and steel, hid in the alley and burned his bloodstained shirt, and then got up and walked out of the city.

Xu was afraid that I was in danger, Uncle Feng sent a lot of people to follow me secretly, their use value to me was only to pass through the city gate, and the first thing to do after crossing the city gate was to get rid of them, although it was not easy, but I still got rid of it.

Standing outside the Joaquin Gate, the sun is very good, and the clouds are blue in the day. Looking back at the tall city gate, the city is solid, towering like a mountain, more majestic than any city gate I have ever seen, eighty-one gilt nails embedded in the vermilion city gate, this is a symbol of the emperor and power, the majesty is supreme, solemn and noble.

Standing here ten days ago, my heart was so happy, even though I was trekking through mountains and rivers, sleeping in the open air, I didn't feel the slightest hardship in going around, and I felt warm and sweet while nibbling on the cold pear.

Now standing here again, there is only the exhaustion and coldness that covers the earth, it seems that most of the strength that supports life has been drained, only hatred remains, and all my sorrows and joys are easy to fade away, ethereal, and return to tranquility.

Turning around, there were crowds of people on the wide official road, looking around, and suddenly there was a lot of confusion and confusion in the bottom of my heart, and I didn't know where to go.

You can't run to the Master. All the people who are related to Yang Xiuyi can't be touched, so it's all clean; I can't go to Chen Suyan Xia Yuelou and them, Qiao Yan died because of me, Song Shibai also died because of me, and I was followed by such a large group of bastards who wanted to catch me, which really turned me into an ominous person who went wherever he went.

Penniless, thinly dressed, hungry, all that was left on his body was Song Eighteen and Flintstone in his arms. Revenge revenge, revenge is not revenged. You have to reimburse yourself first.

Picked up two yin and yang stones on the side of the road. Dropped to the ground. Both sides are cloudy, and it is west.

So I went west.

The official road can't be walked, and there is no customs clearance document and household registration on the body, let alone a silver tael that has been opened. It's easy to be taken away for questioning at the post checkpoint, and if I accidentally find out that I'm Tian Chujiu, I'm afraid no one will even come to collect the body.

The detour passes through the autumn wind ridge, which is the favorite of the world's people and ink writers, and goes straight to Fengping Pass. The scenery along the road is good, but I don't want to appreciate it, I just remember that they are all talented and beautiful people who are right in poetry, and their brocade clothes and beautiful looks are better than this maple leaf liudan.

After walking for a long time, I set up a dust washing array on the side of the road and rested under the tree. I slept half asleep and half awake because of the cold. A few red leaves fell and floated to the tip of the nose, itching finely. Holding up a piece facing the sun, looking at the clear vertical and horizontal leaf veins and meridians on it, tears slipped down inexplicably. The heart is full of desolation and sadness.

From Wangyun Mountain to now, more than half a year has passed unconsciously, and the water is passing like this, which is really fast. In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, followed by Chongyang, and then frost, Hansi, Laba, Spring Festival, Shangyuan......

In the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, Yang Xiuyi took Uncle Feng back to Yang's Mansion, and Master and I couldn't be happier, and planned to go to his room to make trouble while he was away. I didn't think that I would fall into the trap as soon as I entered, and I was trapped in the formation for two whole days, not to mention that I didn't see the golden moon plate, and I didn't even eat a bite of the fragrant moon cakes. The master scolded me for being careless, saying that I had learned witchcraft in vain, and in a fit of anger, he asked me to go to Duliang County, thousands of miles away, to buy him Du Yuefang's crispy red bean mooncakes. But I was lazy and didn't want to run that far, so I bought two boxes at the small shop in Banmeng Village. Because he was afraid that he would be suspected of going back too early, he pinched a clay figure in the reeds by the river for a day to play. Tired and lying on the stone to sleep, but when he woke up, he was in Yang Xiuyi's bed, and hurriedly escaped, and bumped into Yang Xiuyi and Uncle Feng at the door, Uncle Feng was carrying the basket of the hoe field, saying that they happened to pass by, and when they saw me, they carried it back. He also deliberately used the basket to make a cheerful comparison: Look, that's how I carried it, knocked your head several times, but I didn't expect you to sleep like a dead pig, and I didn't notice it, because I hated you so much, I also used my feet to step on your hair like this...... I was half angry to death, but Yang Xiuyi laughed next to me, so we inevitably had another vicious battle, of course, it was me who lost.

I have been holding this grudge until Chongyang, and on that day, the master took all of us to Yunyantan to enjoy the chrysanthemums. I jumped in front of Yang Xiuyi in a few steps and asked him to take me to the Yunyan Pagoda to play, but while he was not paying attention, I hung the emerald green silk silk on the top of the tower in the air, and my brain was so stupid, saying that a bird was hooked up. He was dressed in white, shaking his folding fan and staring at me for a long time with a smile on his face. In fact, it should be clear that there are only cranes on the top of the cloud goose tower about 100 zhang high, and there are no birds, and most of the cranes ignore tourists, which will take away my ribbon. No matter how thick-skinned I was, I couldn't stand the shame of the treacherous trick being exposed, and when I was thinking about whether to jump off the tower and die, he leisurely closed the folding fan: Well, I'll help you get it. Because I deliberately fixed him, I wrapped an incomprehensible plum blossom button on the corner under the eaves, and I vaguely heard him muttering in a low voice: This dead woman, wrapped tightly enough. I wanted to forget it, but because of this sentence, I put my hands to my lips and shouted: Wow! Uncle Venerable, you see, there are a lot of cranes in the clouds over there, so beautiful! The master and friends at the bottom of the tower really raised their heads one after another, and what they could see was the scene of Yang Xiuyi kneeling on one knee on the top of this fairy spirit auspicious and feng shui supreme cloud goose tower. Although he was dressed in the wind, white like a fairy, and full of grace, he still couldn't escape punishment, so I was naturally dragged into the water by him, and I was punished with him to kneel in the sandalwood hall of Cai Weiju for three hours. I have often been punished by my teacher, and I have long been accustomed to it, but this time I have him with me, not to mention how happy I am. But he was not as unhappy as I imagined, he turned his head to look at him several times, in the sandalwood, he stared at me with a smile, and after touching my gaze, the corners of his cool lips hooked a chuckle, thinking that he was going to mock me, but what he said was: There is no annoying master of yours, it is really pure. Before I could talk back, he changed his words: My father sent someone to send a lot of chongyang cakes up the mountain, do you want to eat them?

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, his heart was about to die, and the images of the past became clearer and clearer in his mind. There was no blood feud in that time, there was no human intrigue and life and death danger, and I was happy and laughing every day. The anger and anger at that time seem to be childish and trivial things now, and I never know what it means to be heartbreaking or heartbroken.

But there's no going back. No matter how beautiful it is, no matter how reluctant it is, you can't go back.

The twilight was four, and the autumn night fell quickly, so I got up and continued to walk west, and through the thousands of branches and leaves of the maple forest, I saw a quiet river blocked five miles away.

It is the Linchen River that is as famous as the long river in the world. It is rumored that it is magnificent, the sound of the waves is rolling, the water is huge as if coming from the sky, and the smoke of the river can cover the sun and clouds, so it is named Linchen. Now it looks lonely and depressed, as if dead.

But the river wind was still very strong, and it was so cold that I could have walked, and I should have found a place to hide from the cold, but I was so hungry. I walked to the vicinity of the river bridge to see if there were any fishermen who had returned with a full load to collect the boats and return their sails, say good things, and beg for a small fish to roast.

After asking for a long time, I didn't ask for Xiaoyu, but a kind old man took me in and gave me half a piece of dry food and a bowl of rice porridge.

Sitting in the low cabin, with the dim oil lamp, I took a bowl in my hands and drank it all in one gulp. The old man's granddaughter wore two pigtails, and handed over a piece of white sugar to her fleshy little hand: Sister, give.

Thank you Xiaoling.

She leaned over and sat down next to me: You're sad, aren't you, don't be sad.

I nodded: Well, I'm not going to be sad.

She reached out and put it on the back of my hand, but when she touched it, she shuddered and shrank away: Sister, you are so cold. Are you frightened, I'll ask grandpa to come and show you.

Pulling my hand back into my sleeve, I wondered: I'm not scared.

She tilted her head: Didn't you come from Yanhuazhuang?

I shook my head: No.

Hey, I thought you came from over there, we met two sisters a few days ago, they came from Yanhuazhuang, I heard that it was so miserable over there, many young girls were gouged out at night.

I was stunned: gouging out my eyes?

Well, some say it was a one-eyed girl...... Ah, sister, why did you get a nosebleed?

I reached out and touched it, and sure enough, I cursed bad luck and hurriedly covered my nose with my sleeve.

She jumped off the bench, turned around and ran out of the cabin: Grandpa, grandpa! Come and see, my sister has a nosebleed!

I covered my nose and wiped off the blood that had dripped from the plank, no dog blood, no wine, hoping that the fishy would cover the blood. Then I ran out of the cabin, thanked the old man, and hurried away, despite them calling me behind me.

It just so happened that this time I was not as lucky as in the morning, after the nosebleed, the severe pain in the chest, abdomen and head finally hit, and even the mouth began to vomit blood. Bearing back with the collapse of consciousness, I used stones to lay down many formations, curled up in it and spasmed in pain. The wooden statue in my arms fell out, stained with my blood, but I didn't even have the strength to pick it up and wipe it clean.

The blood that spreads around me is the life I am gradually losing, and I vaguely think of the deep black eyes that are looking at me with a painful heart, the fair and handsome face is as pale as snow, he helplessly holds me in his arms, and keeps repeating: Is it still painful, will this be better?

I missed him so much, if only he could hug me one more time, closed my eyes, and the tears flowed again.