On the seventy-first day, the seventh country, on the banks of the Xingxing River.

The young man at the medicine shop was holding a burlap bag taller and bigger than him, and he had to pull out one hand and tighten the thick rope at the mouth of the bag, and was about to turn his head sideways to see the road in front of him, but he ran into someone around the corner. In an instant, the human bags fell to the ground together, and the hyssop, salvia, and boju hulala in the bags overturned out, and they fell all over the ground.

The autumn wind was slightly gloomy, but when I saw that the hand like an ice jade bead was about to come out, the dark red water chrysanthemum veins at the tiger's mouth were looming.

This hand stayed in the air for a moment, but instead of helping the young man who was sweating like rain and apologized repeatedly, he picked up a small yellow chrysanthemum at his feet, straightened up, put it in the palm of his hand, and looked at it for a long time.

The young man squatted on the ground and brought back the scattered medicinal herbs, and half-raised his head to look at the boy who was silent and only looked at the withered chrysanthemum.

This person was dressed in a royal blue robe, the corners of the robe were snow-white bamboo leaf patterns with silver threads, and a jade belt was tied around his waist, and there were no superfluous accessories. And the long ink-colored hair like a waterfall is meticulously tied up with a bamboo hairpin, which looks more elegant and pure under the glazed sky.

This son looks not very old, but his chest is broad and his body is dignified, which shows that his childishness has been taken off.

The young man felt a little strange in his heart, obviously he was a young man, but his expression was indifferent, and he didn't see joy, but like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes, only the bright apricot eyes added a little positive breath.

Ling Yi put the little chrysanthemum in the palm of his hand back into the bag, and said lightly: "I didn't pay attention to the road, I bumped into you, does it hurt?"

The young man smiled: "It was Ah Yan who accidentally bumped into the son, please don't blame the son." ”

He pulled out the emerald green sweat towel around his waist and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, still smiling at the corners of his eyes.

Ling Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "Your name is Ah Yan?"

Ah Yan said: "Exactly. Childe recognizes me?"

The sunset spread out on the tips of Lingyi's hair, as if a layer of golden brilliance was enveloped, and with the faint bamboo fragrance that lingered around him, he quietly exhaled a faint fragrance, faintly revealing the image of a god.

Ah Yan rubbed his eyes, thinking for a moment that he was dazzled, and he actually ran into the gods of heaven and earth.

Ling Yi was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, stretched out his hand and gently touched Ah Yan's head, the seal of Xiao Ju Ling on the back of his hand flashed with red light, as if sensing the temperature on the other side.

He smiled and said, "Ah Yan, may you be safe and happy, and have no worries in your life." He turned around and said, "If you have time tonight, you might as well sit down at the Forgetfulness Tavern." Rest assured, you are not advised to drink alcohol. ”

With that, it disappeared at the end of the alley in the blink of an eye.