At the end of the Jianhai month, the drama company finally returned to Hutai, with two young children by his side - Wu Luo and Qiye.

In a hurry that day, the doctor entrusted Qiye to the drama company, and he took the poor child back to Hutai.

Wu Luo is said to have found the dormitory without a fake pass after visiting their mother and son for more than half a month, and asked the drama company to take him in and teach him swordsmanship.

At first, Wu Luo only said that this was the order of his mother Song Zi, and the interrogation was urgent, so he admitted that his mother was dead, and now he was alone.

The Zhou calendar takes Jianzi month, which is now called the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, as the first month, the beginning of the year, so in addition to the return of the drama company, many children of the Mo family who have traveled abroad have also returned to Hutai to reunite with relatives and friends.

The deserted mountain village suddenly became lively.

However, these bustles have nothing to do with the ink doctors who live far away from the foot of the mountain, and the tranquility and Qingyuan of Tongjun Pavilion seem to be like the flowing clouds of the mountains, something that will not change for time.

As soon as the drama company arrived outside the gate of Tongjun Pavilion, he saw Xie Wei sitting on the rock leaning out of the cliff.

The girl was still dressed in a dark white straight robe, the robe was wider than the flowing Chu suit, and her long hair was loosely tied at the ends, covering her weak shoulders, which seemed to be Zhao Di's clothing style.

The simple sound of the piano flowed down with the slight stirring of her hands, like a clear spring flowing into the mountain stream beside her.

“…… It is bright and nightly, and it cannot be drowned. Gaolan was swept away, and Silu gradually. The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The soul returns, mourn Jiangnan! ”

The music ended in the Qing Shang tune, Xie Worry flicked the simple piano spike, turned his head and squinted and chuckled, "Brother." ”

"What is my sister reciting?" Ju Lian looked at her in the bright skylight, as if she had grown a lot taller than a few months ago, her eyebrows had lost her childishness, and from a distance, she looked like a wild crane resting on the rocks.

As soon as he came back yesterday, he was anxious to find a solution to his worries, he didn't want to look at it, but he didn't see her shadow, and finally the firefox who came back with him found relief by smell.

It turned out to be to relieve his worries until he would arrive at the fox platform yesterday, deliberately aimed at his face, changed into men's clothes to play, but this dead girl still practiced a kind nature, seeing that he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he didn't laugh.

"Dr. Qu's "The Conjuring." Xie Wei rested the piano on the rock, and jumped off the stone herself, and although she landed quite steadily, she was still terrified to see the drama.

"Worry Cai talked to Wu Luo, Luo Yang begged for worry to summon the soul of his mother Song Zi, Song Zi liked Changfu when he was born, so he used this as a soul." Xie Wei's brows furrowed slightly, she was shocked to hear that Song Zi had passed away yesterday, after all, when they were separated that day, Song Zi obviously looked like her heart had been untied, so she secretly inquired about the truth from Wu Luo.

Wu Luo felt that Xie Wei was also a child, and he had treated his illness for himself, and he did not hide anything from her, and told her all the things that had been backlogged in his heart for months.

Only then did he know that only ten days after that, Youli Zheng came to their home, saying that the body was buried after the flood near Dongting subsided, and a body was found that looked like Wu Luo's father.

But Li Zheng knew that Wu Luo's father did not live in the Dongting area, so he didn't dare to be hastily sure, so he came to inquire clearly.

Wu Luo estimated that his father was killed near Wuxia, and his body was washed into the Dongting area by the turbulent water.

Song Zi happened to be not at home at that time, and Wu Luo also knew that his mother was sentimental, so he planned to hide it from her, but he didn't want Song Zi to go to the town a few days later, and it was inevitable that he would hear some rumors.

The hysteria, which had not been getting better for a long time, flared up again, and it was worse than any of the previous times, although Wu Luo took care of it day and night, but a child's ability was limited after all.

When he woke up in the middle of the night and found that his mother was missing, he was frightened and frightened, and hurriedly searched around, until the afternoon of the second day, when he found her body entangled in aquatic weeds in the lower reaches of Xiangshui.

This time, Wu Luo lost his father and mother, and he had no fear, thinking about it, he remembered that day when he came to visit their mother and son, and asked people to find out that the drama company was temporarily living in the Wufei Guanshe, so he took the liberty to come to the door and ask to take him in.

The drama and Wu Luo have been together for a few months, and they appreciate this sensible boy very much, and they can't stop sighing after listening to Xie Wu explain the ins and outs.

After being silent for a while, Xie looked at the sky with sorrow, "Chu is warm, and I haven't seen the snow outside the gate for a long time." ”

At this time, the outside of the pass refers to the area outside the Hangu Pass and the Qin and Jin Dynasties.

In fact, Xie Wei had only been in Zhao Di for a year, but that was the first time she came to the Warring States, and she had experienced a funeral herself, and the heavy snow that year was falling one after another, and the knee-deep snow was particularly cold in her memory, colder than all the winters she had experienced in her previous life.

The impression engraved into the bone in this way will probably never be forgotten for the rest of my life.

"Parents are here, don't travel far, you must ...... in the way" to relieve the sorrow and smile, "Although there is no kinship, but I can't afford to prepare for the year to enjoy blood and food, unfortunately so far, unfilial piety to this." ”

At this time, the princess attached too much importance to the inheritance of the heirs, and there were even legends that if a clan had no descendants to carry out sacrifices, the dead ancestors would turn into ghosts and would not be at peace.

"My sister is so free, will she also be homesick?" The drama sat down on the ground, and also looked up at the extraordinarily thick clouds in the sky, "The year is late, I don't know if the old man is safe......

Xie Wei turned his head sideways to see his lost expression, and wanted to sarcastically say a few words about whether he had such a sad feeling as Ren Xia, but the words reached his lips and swallowed back.

"Qin Dimo?"

"Yes." Ju Lian nodded affirmatively, but he didn't seem interested in continuing to talk about what he had seen and heard in Qin Di, because he immediately picked up something else, "Sister Wen and Gong Qiao are good? ”

Xie Wei smiled, Ju Lian didn't want to talk about Qin Mo, most of them were sulking because they were dedicated to studying the technique of the mechanism in order to get the appreciation of King Qin, but Ju Lian obviously admired their superb skills, and simply avoided talking about them after hesitating.

"Qiao's craftsmanship is not under my brother, but Qiao's heart is like a wooden kite, and the one who is willing to be above the sky, can only look up and sigh."

The wooden armor bird made by Gong Qiao is actually lifelike, in terms of craftsmanship, Xie Wei feels that Gong Qiao may be more above the drama company, after all, the main energy of the drama company is not here.

But Gong Qiao's mind is always on creating a real wooden figure, such an ideal is not realistic at all, and it is not something that ordinary people can understand.

Ju Lian smiled bitterly, "My sister is discerning, but Qiao is young, and time has passed, and he will have some understanding." ”

Xie Wei shook her head, she didn't think that Gong Qiao was just a teenager for fun, and she didn't believe that he would be such an easy person to give up.