Not only were the oars and sails of the big ship strong, but the windows were also well built, and at night, when the window panels were pulled, the lights inside could not penetrate the outside. If the light does not shine through, it can prevent outsiders from seeing the real and the false.

The boat docked, the boat board, the servants of the Xie family went, made a noise, surrounded on all sides, and did not call Bai Chuang in. As for the ship's belongings, it is not allowed to be moved around casually, so as not to cause chaos. When to stop the ship and when to depart, they also said yes to be safe.

The male dependents went down first, looked at the screen and set up, and the female dependents went down again. The order is in order. The location is also well chosen, and as soon as there is a wind and grass, you can immediately get on the big boat. The big ship can go out in no time. There is no leak at all, and the thief will take advantage of it.

Yi Li is a child, and people are afraid that something will happen to him, so they have already told him: "Don't run far!" Follow my sisters and grandmothers. On the shore we will rest for an hour. The ship will knock on the bang, and when the time comes, the bang-bang will be called to the ship. Just got on board."

Yi Li nodded and agreed: "I know." I don't run around. ”

"Really sensible." Lin Dai kissed him.

Yi Li was hot from his face to the bottom of his heart.

Cloud Sword led the horse over.

"The second brother is unruly!" Yi Li immediately sued.

Yun Jian scratched his face and scolded him: "Betray me!" I won't take you to run in the future. ”

"Are you going to take him on a horse now?" Lin Dai frowned and asked.

"No, no, no." Yun Jian said in a loud voice, "I can't walk this horse." Poor thing, it's seasick too! ”

The jujube horse is Yunjian's favorite horse. When he travels, he loves to straddle this horse. When Lin Ruhai died, he was also riding a horse nearby. After receiving the funeral report, he rushed over with a whip. Now that he wants to take Yusheng north, he also loads the horse on the boat. The boatmen pat their chests and assure that they have experience in taking care of all kinds of livestock! - Ah, the famous horses of the prince cannot be called cattle - in short, as long as they can breathe, they have experience! There used to be a young lady who was so delicate that she was about to faint in the sun, and they also transported her over, but they didn't transport her to death halfway. There was also a patient. Sick as a gossamer. They also carried him over, and did not tell him to die halfway. So, the guests are worried. Let's see!

Boatmen speak, often exaggeratedly. Leave it alone. The point is that they can indeed transport, and they do have ancestral methods and recipes to save the lives of passengers. It is the pain in the process that cannot be eliminated. Therefore, the sword shadow still has to collapse in the bilge and open its mouth wide like a fish to gasp. Once grounded. Immediately his hands and knees were propped on the ground, and he was speechless with emotion.

And Cloud Sword's love horse was also turned upside down. It's nice to be able to go for a walk on the shore.

This horse usually listens to Yun Jian's words. Yun Jian put a little fart like Yi Li on its back, and it was willing to carry it, and it carried it steadily. But now that it is not feeling well and its temper is not good, Yun Jian does not dare to take Yi Li with him. He said, "I'll go and visit the horse myself, and I'll come back before I sail." ”

Lin Daiwei and Yinggu signaled, and sat side by side with Yi Li to watch the scenery.

The Linjiang River flows to this section, which is relatively desolate, and divides into a small tributary, which does not enter the grass-colored willow smoke.

In this place, sometimes there are some boats tied, often small fishing boats, which take advantage of the moonlight to catch shrimp. This kind of fisherman is poor, and the most expensive belongings are just this small broken boat, the board of the boat is broken, and another nail is nailed, and the nail is rusted, and then replaced. The same goes for fishing nets. Another ten years of sewing and mending. Robbers don't even bother to rob. Fishermen don't have to worry about anything, they like to stop where they want, and when they catch more fish one day, they can change more rice and maybe pull a foot of cloth. If you catch fewer fish, you can mess around with a little thing, at least you won't starve to death. If you have two or two bad wines on hand, that's even better! Roasted the kind of fish, shrimp and crab that is so small that it can't be sold, chews it with a horn, washes it down with bad wine, falls asleep upside down, and when it wakes up, it is still parked in the old place, and there is nothing missing around it, or the cable is loose, and it has been washed down the river. It's okay! I opened my eyes, discerned the direction, and was able to sail again. It will not be like the broad people and the ladies and gentlemen, who are afraid of losing the gold bowl and silver basin, and are afraid that the wind will blow their brains.

For these poor fishermen, the only worry is that when they get old, they will hurt here and there, and the boat will not be able to move.

So when they start fishing, they are also very willing to take risks: catch good fish, make some money, and if they save enough, the big brother of the Tongguò Fishing Gang can take the lead, and they can recognize a righteous son to support the elderly. If you can't hit a good fish and die in the water, then it's a dead ball! Don't worry about what to do when you're old!

The songs sung by these fishermen are also fishing songs, three points of water, three points of longevity, three points of fierceness, and another point of asking the ancient fishermen to borrow the distance.

Lin Dai sat on the shore with Yi Li in his arms, admiring such a fishing song. The faint sound of the orchestra before has been lowered and far away, and now it can no longer be heard.

Only Cloud Sword was still listening.

The orchestra is walking in the distance, and Yun Jian is chasing the orchestra.

Finally he met the person who plucked the orchestra.

People are on board.

The small boat, with both ends pointed up, and two large-petaled lotus lamps on the stern, are not lit, like a pair of unawakened dreams, and they are still there. The two rows of delicate candle cages on the bow of the boat are also dim, like a sensible and distressing little waiter, dressed in plain clothes, serving the master.

The owner wore a green shirt.

It is not a green shirt that shows off talents, it is not a green shirt that is ushered in by a small official, and it is not a green shirt that is fluttering freely in the wind. This green shirt is like the blood twisted out of the leaves in spring, and it looks like a butterfly that is drunk with a flowing spring and falls away.

It borrows some of the ancient systems that have long been lost, and adds to the wildest imagination of today.

In reality, no one wears it like that.

Except in the play. The stage that erases reality and dreams, blurs rules and boundaries.

The singer, wearing a green shirt, sang the rules and steps as the passage of time.

On this lampless lantern boat, the people in the play wearing opera clothes did not sing. It's just a ruthless plucking of the strings.

It is said to be ruthless, but it has been romantic and watery. The piano seemed to be drunk, and with a flick of the beauty's hand, it automatically revealed a thousand-year-old resentment song: no return.

It's late, it's late. I'm here, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?

Yun Jian came with this song, and when he saw the man, he raised his hand to support his forehead like a headache, moaned and sighed like a toothache: "Butterfly! Butterflies! ”

The piano stopped.

The hand is like a butterfly wing, stopping on the string, stroking the trembling of the string, but the butterfly wing itself trembles.

The two plain-clothed boys hurriedly ran out of the cabin, lit the plain candle cage on the bow of the boat, the movements were light and cute, and they looked like a pair of very sensible little foxes, cats and dogs, such small animals. Or maybe it's a ball of velvet petals, blown by the wind! Wherever it blew, the candle was lit. The bow of the ship lit up, and they saluted Yun Jian very cutely, seemed to stick out their tongues, and hid in the cabin.

The man in the green shirt leaned half on the side of the boat and did not look back.

Yun Jian slapped his horse forward, sighed and called again: "Butterfly! What are you doing here? ”

The helplessness and care in this voice, if some girls listen to it, they will be soft on the ground, pay all their bodies to Yunjian, and give him life and death from now on.

But the green shirt butterfly ignored him, put the piano on the board of the boat, and got up to avoid the cabin. That together, one avoidance, the longitudinal clouds return to the snow, its beauty is incomparable, and the footwork and posture are not all in the world.

Yun Jian let out a long sigh and stood up.

If the green shirt butterfly waits, the cloud sword will be able to pull the butterfly wings.

Butterflies did not wait.

How many times have you ever seen a butterfly waiting for someone?

When the cloud sword foot landed on the cabin, the green shadow had already flashed into the cabin, but there was a section of water sleeve, and Ying Ying was dragged outside the door.

The water sleeves are as white as a piece of moonlight.

No matter what the opera sings, no matter whether the costume is red or yellow, embroidered phoenix or a python, the water sleeves dragged down are always white, like a streamer after a qiē has been cleaned.

The water sleeves of some plays, looking white from a distance, look close, but they are actually very old and dirty. The whiter the thing, the more invulnerable it is to wear and tear, especially on the stage of the morning and twilight.

This man's water sleeves are always white and spotless.

The jujube horses slowly walked around the shore by themselves, moving their legs and feet, and looking for grass to eat. There was a faint sigh in the cabin: "Why are you here?" How did I get here? ”

Yun Jian's eyes were even more helpless, and he bent down to pick up the piano and said, "So, I'll do it for you, how about you laugh for me?" ”

Without replying, he drew his bow.

The strings are like a torrential rain, a burst of killing, and a sudden stop.

There was a suffocation as thin as willow silk stopped.

The cabin threw a clear sound, it was indeed a laugh, and it was thrown straight towards the moon dome, the glitz was poured out, and a beam of pure heart turned out to be crying.

The crying like laughter, the laughter that becomes crying, is the most heartbreaking.

With this heartbroken sound, a poignant sentence was recited: "Yue'er, Yue'er, from tomorrow, you will no longer be able to shine on me - the mountains and rivers of Shu!" "It's actually the "Crying Ancestral Temple" of Shengxing, and it's an old student. After reading the white paper, the cloud sword inherited the strings, and the singer in the green shirt sang: "I didn't see the blood and tears of the first emperor, and when I saw the first emperor's heart, it was like a twist." It was difficult for the emperor to start a business, and he rejuvenated the dynasty with his bare hands. "So harsh, so angry, so clear and awe-inspiring.

A boy at the end of the cabin looked at the way from which Yunjian came, was slightly stunned, and turned around to say something to his master, but another boy shook his head to stop it. The two boys were quiet again, sitting with their sleeves down, like paper-cut dummies who couldn't get angry at all, listening to their masters all the way down in a hurry, sad and passionate, not like singing the drama of their predecessors, but like sacrificing their own family and country, singing to: "If there are your ancestors in front of you, how will the country end?" "The sound is stopped. The string sound in Yun Jian's hand was suddenly extinguished, and only the sound of gurgling water remained. The man in the green shirt breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to a cappella and said: "The night is heavy, the wind is bleak, and the ground is full of silver frost ......" is the last paragraph, four sentences in a row, each sentence is preceded by three words overlapped, Qing Zheng Zheng paved down, like the wind beating the iron horse, singing deeply, like a ghost fox crying in the night, and like a cuckoo crying and crying and vomiting a mouthful of blood, to the end, "I shed tears in my chest", holding my chest, a stagger, exhausted dumping. Yun Jian held his arms and raised his eyes to look at the way he came.

The two boys kneeled forward and said, "When the boss started singing, the guests came." ”

The guest was Lindai.

Qiu Huitian and Aunt Ying escorted her together. (To be continued......)