|||--Suddenly, a poem flashed in Qinghe's brain:

Follow the dream of Ru Tomb and return to Shumen. Shushan is often water, today is yesterday. The night rain in Bashan, everything is like ruin. Although it is destroyed, it will not return to the same place.

Follow the tomb and return to the edge gate. Tea mountain bamboo sea, today yesterday bandits. The autumn rain of the sycamore, everything is like destruction. Although it is like a destruction, it will not be with you. ”

Obey the tomb and return to Emen. The old habitat is new, and the present is gone, and the yesterday is flying. Lying down and listening to the rain in the window, everything is like ashes. Although it is like ashes, it will not be chased.

Qinghe suddenly realized: "This peerless beauty is Ah Tomb, it is Pothos, the first love of Ah Long's life." ”

Thinking about it, I was puzzled: "Why does the pothos look like a sister-in-law?" ”

The portrait of the sister-in-law drawn by her mother was hung in the ancestral hall of the clan. In this life, Qinghe loved her very much and was deeply infatuated, and asked her mother countless times: "Who is she?" Why is it so fascinating! ”

But her mother refused to say her name, but only vaguely said: "She is a relative, a benefactor, and she deserves to be remembered for the rest of our lives." ”

Since then, the portrait has been like a mystery, stationed in Qinghe's mind, lingering.

Suddenly, the breeze was blowing, and Ah Long came closer, his little hand was firmly held by him, and his body was gently hugged out of the door.

Qinghe thinks about the portrait, thinks about the pothos, and turns back step by step.

The past of this life resurfaced in front of me and lingered.

At the age of five or six, she is the most naughty, every morning, as long as Chang Wen is not careful, she sneaks into her parents' bedroom like a gopher, and burrows into her parents' bed like a lightning cat.

Qinghe likes to be hugged by her parents the most, secretly thinking that they love themselves more than each other, and are proud. Now that I have grown up, I think of the infringement and competition for favor when I was a child, and I only feel ridiculous.

On that day of the Qingming Festival, she was raining on her head, stepping on the mud, running to the window, her parents actually got up very early, she was disappointed because she couldn't make a light bulb, but she heard her mother crying in a low voice, and she was extremely sad: "Today is the death day of the two sisters A Luo and A Di, you see, the sky has eyes, and they are all crying for them." ”

Father's voice was bleak and misty: "The death day of the two of them was actually the same day, and there was only a year before and after. ”

Mother said with tears in her eyes: "Ah Di loved long songs and whirling dances when he was alive, I don't know what Ah Luo likes? I'd better be prepared in advance. ”

Father's low voice: "My sister loves to rise in the wind, and the piano and sword are one." ”

Seeing the green lotus jumping in like a cunning rabbit, her father hugged her on his lap, his face was full of sadness, but he still did not abate, and sang in a low voice: "Half a life of ups and downs and floating green couches, a night of cold and warm burial of roses." The soul is chasing the cape, and the soul is looking back around the world. This year is to find a place where we can go hand in hand, and things are not people. The red and green are fluttering in vain, dancing and trampling. ”

At the moment of chanting, my mother burst into tears.

After the parents' words, Qinghe deduced that Ah Di was the aunt and Ah Luo was the sister-in-law. It's just that no matter how soft and hard she is, her mother is noncommittal and does not say a word.

Qinghe was helpless, so he told his parents to listen to his brothers and sisters, hoping to save the soldiers. Anyway, this pair of golden boys and girls are obsessed with "Thunderbolt Boy Gong" and laugh at the stubborn Qinghe.

Qinghe has always been naughty and naughty, and after a few days, he put the matter behind him.

To this day, the old house remembers the old people, and it is very confused and confused. Ah Long seemed to be unaware of it, and walked away.

What made her even more incredible was that in the other room opposite, Ah Long didn't look at it, ignored it, and walked over.

Qinghe was surprised, pointed his hand, and asked, "Ah Long, why didn't you clean that room?" ”

Ah Long seemed to be eager to erase a string of memories, and said sullenly: "No need. ”

As they spoke, the two returned to Aaron's bedroom.

Looking at the eyes, a table, a chair, a piano, a bed, stacks of books, calligraphy and paintings.

Qinghe is a child's heart, at a glance when he saw the "chasing the wind and diamond needle" needle target, he couldn't help but dance with his eyebrows, took out a handful of diamond needles, and started to practice.

Ah Long has put away his sad face, sincerely encouraged, and carefully taught: "Qinghe is extremely talented, but he is more than accurate and lacks strength. ”

Qinghe looked humble when he heard this, and humbly asked for advice.

Ah Long smiled slightly: "There is no shortcut to the way of cultivating literature and martial arts, practice makes perfect." As the saying goes, "As long as the effort is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle". If you want to learn from everyone and become a great tool, you must do "three more in the morning and one more in the sky, and one more in the evening; In summer, practice three dogs to resist fire storms, and practice three or nine in winter. In short, the key is to study hard. ”

After finishing his words, he laughed at himself: "The husband is talking nonsense, but the nonsense is not in vain." The husband can teach you good methods, good tricks; If you want to improve, you can only rely on your personal practice. ”

is very different from the past, Qinghe has suffered from the lowly martial arts, and this time he is quite patient: "What is the trick to practicing martial arts?" ”

Ah Long explained seriously: "There are three points that are most important in practicing martial arts: one is good luck, the second is to practice good momentum, and the third is to exert good strength. First, the so-called cultivation of good qi is the foundation of cultivation, that is, through exhalation, nailing, acting, discarding, convincing, and guiding, we must let the true qi penetrate and be used freely. Coordinate the natural qi, stimulate the innate qi, and operate the primordial true qi in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra. Second, the so-called practice of good momentum is to control the center of gravity, adjust the pace, so that the first step and then move, the first move and then the fight, coherent and orderly. Third, the so-called good strength is to use the strength where it should be used, that is, four or two thousand catties. When it comes to launching the 'Wind Chasing Needle', you need to keep in mind the mantra 'Regulate the body and pranayama, and unite the mind and mind.' The breath is condensed, and luck is like a sword. Leg and waist fortune, up to the shoulders and elbows. Guided to the wrist, there is more than enough stitches'

。 Only in this way can we get twice the result with half the effort. ”

Qinghe practiced concentrating according to his words, and the results were fruitful, and the needle hit the red heart. After some cheering, he looked back, but Aaron was gone.

The front house and the backyard are searching, half a day is unsuccessful, run out of the courtyard, go out of half a mile, turn to the back mountain, but see the panyan overhanging, vertical and horizontal superposition, rugged and strange, the front and back are all pine trees, snatch the air and pull up, like a vast heavenly soldier assembled, the green shadow is swaying, quiet and mysterious.

What surprised Qinghe even more was that Ah Long was dressed in white, with tears on his face, sitting cross-legged on his knees, like a wood carving.

Three unpretentious tombs stood in front of them. Shaded by several tall pines and cypresses, there are marble tombstones with handwriting engraved on them, so you can't look carefully.

Qinghe secretly said in his heart: "Could it be Master Along, Master's Mother, and the tomb of Pothos?" No wonder Ah Long is so sad, the most hated thing in the world is the loss of a loved one. ”

After a long time, I heard Ah Long say softly: "Master, Master, Luluo, Ah Long has finally come back, but you are no longer there, I just feel infinitely sad." Next time, I don't know what year and year it will be? ”

The voice was desolate, sad, and lonely, and even a silly child like Qinghe, who was boiling with enthusiasm, was instantly poured into the cold.

After a while, I heard Ah Long say again: "Senior brother, I know that your conscience is not clear. It's just that you and I are of the same class and of different races. You colluded with the Tartars and killed the master, and I haven't asked you to settle the score, why did you move the master's grave again? Is there a mound left here? This situation is all about hatred and hatred? ”

Ah Long's heart was obviously full of grief and indignation, but his voice was without hatred or hatred, without resentment or resentment, just like floating clouds and mist, and after drifting by, there was no trace.

Qinghe couldn't hear clearly, he didn't know what to do, and when he saw Ah Long's pain, he was afraid of annoying him, so he hurriedly hid quietly, leaving peace and remembrance.

Late at night, Qinghe had quietly fallen asleep, and Ah Long was still grief-stricken, holding her in his arms, gently combing her silky hair, but not saying a word.

Half-asleep and half-awake, for the first time in his life, he clearly perceived that his body was within reach, but his heart was far away in the sky.

In the dream, Qinghe put his little face on his chest, listened attentively, carefully screened, and pondered: "This heart is so strong and so loud, but I don't know who to sing for?" ”

Ah Long suddenly asked, "Qinghe, why are you shaking your head?" The voice rang in my ears clearly, but it was ethereal, as if it came from far away.

Qinghe couldn't tell if it was a dream or a reality: "Who is shaking their heads?" I don't. After speaking, he turned over and sank deeper into a deeper dream.

In his sleep, he was drunk, with strong lips and a warm tongue, as if he had kissed the lotus eyes, so that she could see clearly; It was as if she had bitten her lotus ear and made her listen; It was as if she had kissed her lips and made her happy; It seems to have kissed her breasts, making her heart like a mirror.

He caressed the lotus bud, was obsessed with the lotus bud, lingered on the lotus path, and was fascinated.

She is full of lotus springs, sweating lotus, overflowing with lotus fragrance, and not full of joy.

There is regret in the end, so happy, why can't you hear his heartbeat? Why can't you feel his breath?

When he woke up in the morning, Aaron was not by his side. **The kiss has become a cloud of smoke. After thinking about it, I was sad.

The front hall and the back yard, nowhere to be seen. Qinghe thought secretly: "He must be going to the grave of the master again." Suddenly remembering the room that had never been opened, I really couldn't suppress my strong curiosity, and pushed open the wooden door that had not been opened for many years.

The interior layout is similar to that of Aaron, a table and a chair, a piano and a bed, the room is full of books, calligraphy and painting are paved with walls, just step into it, and the dust is flying all over the sky.

Qinghe was full of infinite envy and looked at the master's bookcase. The poems are splashed with ink, which can be called a peerless masterpiece, but the times are long, and they have been eaten by insects, showing decay and withering.

She opened a manuscript and felt that the author was talented and eloquent; The poems are catchy and the calligraphy is extraordinary. Not only that, but the handwriting and sketching seem to be déjà vu.

The more Qinghe looks, the more surprised he becomes, his memories are like a tide, his thoughts are surging, this writing, this artistic conception, is clearly the same as his father in this life.

She hoped to find more clues, so she hurriedly flipped through the pages and found a volume of "Ai Lian Tu". In the painting, the lotus flowers and the lotus leaves like jasper plates are vivid and lifelike, as if they were in the past.

Needless to say, this is my father's Mobao.

Qinghe looked at it in a daze for a long time, only to feel a bang in his heart. Can't help himself, God makes the ghost send, run to the boudoir of the beauty next door, carefully distinguish the small characters on the side of the portrait, the font swims in the dragon and the sea, the crane dances for nine days, the ups and downs, the look is moving, and the book: "Remembering the Mid-Autumn Festival pothos and admiring the moon, mourning for the dragon and crying blood."

Pothos! The name is not the same, and the appearance is not cool!

Qinghe was full of questions, incredulous: "Is there such a coincidence in the world?" ”

He also mixed and analyzed what he saw today, the fragments of the past, and made him even more convinced: "Ah Long's master is my ancestor." Aaron's brother is my father. Aaron's beloved is my sister-in-law. Incredible! Bizarre light! ”

She was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice that Aaron was standing behind her for a long time.

Qinghe finally noticed something was wrong and hurriedly turned around.

Ah Long stood there blankly, with surprise, avoidance, anger, spoiling, inexplicable panic, and unspeakable helplessness in his eyes. After all, he didn't want to blame, just silently picked her up sideways and walked out.

Qinghe was suspicious and looked into his eyes. So unfathomable, so secretive, so unspeakable.

Aaron was clearly also observing her, examining her, and guarding against her.

Such a dragon, Qinghe only felt that it was hard to think

Elephant, even more unattainable.

Qinghe was full of fear, eager to struggle, eager to get rid of. It's a pity that he was imprisoned very firmly, and she suddenly felt infinitely wronged, so she buried her face deep in his arms.

For a moment, she even wanted to explode and let her tears run freely. Anyway, thinking that it would be useless, after all, I forcibly endured it.

Unexpectedly, Aaron was very emotional. His eyes gradually softened; The corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

Qinghe tried his best to hide it and found the topic: "Long Dada, where did you go just now?" ”

Aaron paused, still unable to hide his sadness: "Go to the grave of the master to worship." ”

Qinghe looked at his face, only to feel completely alienated, not far away, and secretly said in his heart: "I am an outsider after all, and I will never be able to enter his heart." ”

Lonely and unhappy, he advised himself: "He is not Aaron after all, why should I be so sad?" Suddenly, suspicion, anxiety, and dissatisfaction disappeared. She didn't know it, but it was actually hidden deep in her heart, and it was difficult to drive it away.

Qinghe was not disappointed, the last straw of the chicken paw, looked at Ah Long's eyes, pointed to his father's room, and asked cautiously: "Long Dada, who are you living in that room?" ”

To despair, Ah Long looked strange and his face changed, and he looked at her fixedly, without saying a word. After hesitating for a while, the words came to his lips and he took them back.

After a long time, he suddenly groaned: "Luo is like a green vine, virtuous and gentle; Luo is like a green vine, stoic and lingering; Luo is like a clear stream, empathetic; Luo Ruqing, the sky is high and the clouds are light. The lotus is like a spirit monkey, worry-free; The lotus is like a spirit fox, and the wisdom is beautiful; Lotus like a civet, willful and foolish; Lotus like a takin, stubborn and stubborn. ”

Qinghe didn't know that Ah Long at this time was in the same mood as her.

hugged her tightly, looked at her quietly, and felt that the emotional road was desolate and helpless, and she cried out sadly in her heart: "Thousands of calculations are counted, but they can't be counted as the way of heaven." Thousands of doubts add thousands of doubts, but there is no doubt of providence. She's wrong, and I'm in trouble. She sobbed and swallowed, and I begged for everything. She has a lot of old wounds, and I have a lot of old hatreds. She is unswerving, and I am unswerving. She doesn't want Langjun, I am a husband in vain. She is stubborn and stubborn, and I am only sad. She fled, and I have a long way to go. ”

Qinghe only felt weird, and even more depressed: "Long Dada, it's not cloudy today, why can't you breathe?" ”

Ah Long struggled and tried his best to redeem himself: "Qinghe, promise me, no matter what happens, be with me, don't say anything about separation." ”

This is so familiar, I have heard it thousands of times in my previous life, and I feel even more confused in this life: "Long Dada, if you don't give up, I will never leave." ”

Hearing this, Long Xin was overjoyed and kissed her starlight eyes: "Qinghe, the scenery of the front mountain is better, let me take you on a tour." Climb to the top of the mountain and overlook, take a glance at the scenery for hundreds of miles, can be described as the spectacular collection of Nangui, enjoy today, and set off again tomorrow morning. ”

Along the way, it is really infinite scenery, it is really a cliff and a cliff to see the pine, and the chaotic clouds fly more calmly. It's just that Qinghe is full of doubts and has nowhere to mediate.

After climbing through the Fengchi Ridge, admiring the Crescent Lake, passing through a line of sky, and drilling through the Qingliang Cave, Qinghe finally mustered up the courage to hide in Ah Long's arms, and discussed the mystery of his life experience while being coquettish: "Long Dada, I have been sleeping and eating for one thing, can you help me discharge?" ”

Ah Long frowned, fantasizing about preventing trouble before it happens, and strangling the disaster in the cradle: "I don't know what makes my concubine so troubled?" ”

Qinghe only hopes to be honest with each other and find true love: "I went to the east wing early in the morning, which was full of famous paintings and calligraphy. I checked it carefully, and I found that it was all written by my father. Not only that, but I carefully calculated, your master is clearly my ancestor. So bizarre, incredible, Aaron might help me decipher? ”

Originally, he blurted out: "I didn't expect such a coincidence, and the two of us kissed each other." ”

Seeing that Ah Long's face was not good, when the words came to his mouth, he hurriedly swallowed back, and said secretly in his heart: "In the evil feudal society, the concubine is only a slave after all, not a relative. I don't even know if my parents and family in this life recognize him? ”

Completely unexpected, Ah Long didn't have the slightest joy when he heard this, let alone half excited, not even the least surprise, which made Qinghe even more surprised: "Why can't he see through his face and can't read it?" ”

After watching it repeatedly, he finally realized that his face was clearly full of infinite sadness.

Ah Long stood in the south wind, his clothes fluttering, and he was extremely sad.

Qinghe was in his arms, and even had an illusion: "Although we are together, we are all alone, hanging alone, as if living in two time and space." ”

After a while, Ah Long said lightly: "Qinghe, the world is so big, there are no surprises. There are countless similar people and similar things. Why do you want to use your imagination to be bizarre? I have never had a senior brother, even my master, my wife, and I am also from Guiguo, and I will never have anything to do with Nanyu. ”

Qinghe pushed his heart for the first time, but he flatly denied it. She was full of grief and indignation, unbearable, and secretly hated in her heart: "He has always been perceptive and discerning, he once asked my parents personally, and he was infatuated with his aunt and sister-in-law. But now, it is hidden and overthrows all the past. ”

Qinghe saw that he didn't want to bring up the old things again, so he simply stopped wasting his efforts.

Aaron was as doting on her as ever.

Back at Tingfeng Residence, Qinghe only felt extremely tired, and he didn't want to eat dinner, so he got up early and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he saw Ah Long again, he kissed her lotus eyes, kissed her lotus lips, and kissed her lotus heart. His obsession, galloping and exciting; His love is full of ups and downs.

Qinghe, as always, wondered in his dream: "Is he Aaron or not?" Do you love me or not? But I couldn't find the answer, only melancholy.