Teenagers don't care.

Streamers are like arrows.

I don't realize that Shaoguang is changing.

Until now, I regret that the moon is full, the flowers are full, and the wine is full.

The flat boat wants to relieve the weeping poplar bank.

Shang Tong feasted.

The sunset will be scattered.

Leaning on the orchid, looking at the water, the sky, and the people.

……

The years are thick, and the years are gone.

White clouds, floating in the sky, moving with the warm wind; Jincao, raised its head highly, sunset, unwilling to succumb to nature.

In March, it is the season of spring flowers.

Outside Xianyang City, between several high mountains, the trees are beautiful, the wilderness is fragrant, and there are wild things in the mountains from time to time.

The valley is surrounded by mountains, leaving a gap facing the south to communicate with outsiders.

In the valley, the clear stream is turbulent, a small river flows down from the mountain, through the valley, the flowing water tinkles, the river pan is green and colorful, the grass is delicious, in the early morning, the dew drops on it are dotted, more crystalline.

Not far from the river, there is a small village, its name is Jiangjia Village, the village is not big, there are more than a dozen families before and after, on the grass house, the cooking smoke curls, but it has an incomparably harmonious atmosphere.

And that's where our story begins.

"The husband eats his bait, and he is tied to it, and the man eats his luke, and he is subject to the king. Therefore, bait fish, fish can be killed. Take a man with Lu, and man can be exhausted. Take the country from the home, and the country can be pulled. Take the world with the country, and the world can be ......"

Jiangjia Village, the head of the village, there is a weeping willow, the green silk hangs down, the wind blows lightly in March, at this moment, although it is early in the morning, but the sound of the book is loud, it is surprising.

From time to time, there were villagers passing by, but they casually glanced up at the people who were reading, nodded slightly, and went home. No one asks how the people of this country can read and write, as if it were right.

Under the willow, in the shade, there is a bluestone, the size of a clay kang, and it is smooth like jade.

On the bluestone, the voice is still the same, and the pure sound of reading comes from the mouth of the young man on the stone.

Leaning on the willow branch with his back and half-lying on the bluestone, the young man held an old bamboo slip in one hand, squinted his eyes, and studied it earnestly.

The young man is not very old, but he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a sackcloth, wearing it on his body has a charm of anti-purity, obviously a teenager, but you can feel such a twilight on his body, just like facing a dying old man.

This is a very old teenager!

From the beginning of the sun to the three poles of the sun, the boy has read it for a long time, although I don't know if it is useful for him to read this, but his rigorous attitude alone is refreshing.

After all, he put down the bamboo slip, looked up, looked at the sky, then got up and went home without hesitation.

The young man's name is Jiang Yu, fifteen years old, he is a person from this Jiangjia Village, Jiangjia Village has a long history, and it seems to be a little different from other villages, but if you really say what is different, it is really impossible to say.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Yu came to the place of home, the door of the house was wide open, and a handsome young man who was slightly younger than him was busy.

That was his younger brother, Jiang Zhuo.

"Big brother!" From a distance, Jiang Zhuo, who was busy, saw Jiang Yu's figure, so he took three or two steps to greet him, smiling.

"Hmm!" Jiang Yu was not overjoyed, but only replied with a slight bow.

Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself!

In addition to Lao Cheng, he seems to be a strange person, and he looks like a passerby in the face of his biological brother.

Then, Jiang Yu lost contact with his younger brother and went home on his own.

The relationship between the two brothers...... There seems to be something wrong.

He left, leaving Jiang Zhuo standing in place, looking at his back as he walked into the house, his eyes were fascinated.

"Alas......"

A long sigh, sure enough, he still didn't agree with me?

Anyway, I've decided on that!

Regained his confidence, Jiang Zhuo also went home, and he was going to talk to his brother later.

……

As always, the two finished their lunch in silence and silence, although it was popular to eat two meals at this time, but they were always a little different here, and they still insisted on three meals a day.

Putting down the rice bowl, he had finished eating, and Jiang Yu was about to get up and leave......

"Big brother!"

Jiang Zhuo spoke, and Jiang Yu glanced at him sideways, his eyes flickering, as if asking him what was the matter.

"I want to assassinate Tian Ji!"

Straight to the point, but with the slightest gesture, Jiang Zhuo said his purpose.

Jiang Yu glanced at Jiang Zhuo in surprise, not thinking that he would actually say this, after a long time, he nodded and said with a straight face: "If you want to do it, then do it!" ”

The voice was not very loud, and it was difficult to hear any feelings, but Jiang Zhuo was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and the eldest brother finally agreed with him!

"Yes!" Suppressing the joy in his heart, Jiang Zhuo replied respectfully.

Jiang Yu nodded and said, "When are you going to go?" ”

Jiang Zhuo said: "Just these few days! ”

Jiang Yu didn't know what he was thinking, but said, "Then be careful!" ”

may feel that this sentence is a bit strange and does not conform to his previous image in front of his younger brother, so he added: "Don't forget the hatred of your ancestors, traitor, be punished!" ”

"Tian Chen usurped the country, shame, I, never forget!" Jiang Zhuo replied sonorously.

"Hmm!" Jiang Yu spit out an accent and got up and left.

King Qi Wei's lineage, Meng Weijun's only lineage in the world now, Tian Ji and Tian Ziyi!

Since you are a hidden noble, then the hatred of your ancestors starts with you.

Rebels, be punished!

(Mah!) This is the extra-fan version of the ink hunting world.,It's not written by the author.,My reader.,The role of Jiang Yu is set up based on me.,So this extra-mission fell on me.。 Well, this update is not very timely, because I am the first time to write an article, so don't blame it for not writing well~)