The young man in front of the hall put down his book and turned his head to look outside, where the rain began to fall heavily.

The straw curtain in front of the hall was rolled up, and the air was a little wet.

I watched the rain for a moment, and I didn't hear the sound of anyone coming back.

The robed young man in the hall sighed.

He stood up, took off a paper umbrella hanging on the wall, and walked out of the hall and said.

"I'll look for it."

I was ready to go out.

But before the boy could go out, there was a faint and urgent knock at the door.

"Brother Zhong, uncle, hurry up, open the door quickly, drenched to death."

Listening to the panicked voice of the girl outside the door, the two teenagers in the door glanced at each other, smiled and shook their heads.

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"Dry yourself."

In the small courtyard, the young man who was called the girl's middle brother put a piece of linen cloth over the girl's wet head, and then turned around and walked back to the hall, and by the way, he re-hung the paper umbrella in his hand.

After changing into clean clothes, but the coolness on her body was still there, the girl shivered, grabbed the linen cloth on her head and rubbed her hair.

"Really, why is it raining all of a sudden?"

"The spring rain is unlawful." Another teenager sitting in the courtyard laughed as he listened to the girl's complaints.

"I'll go and make some fire for you."

It didn't take long for it to get dark.

At night after dark, there was no light in the countryside, only the stars and moon in the sky could have some illumination.

It was a rainy day again, and even the stars and moon were covered behind the clouds, so there was really no light, and I couldn't see the road clearly when I walked on the road.

The rain was getting heavier outside, and a stove was lit inside to keep the house a little warmer.

The girl sat by the fire and rubbed her hands together, and watched the rain flow down the eaves of the house.

Although it is spring, the winter is still cold, and the weather is still a little cold.

As for the two teenagers, they both sat in one of their places holding a book and watched.

Books were still rare in those days, and most of them were hidden in the study rooms of large families.

Looking at the appearance of this thatched yard, this should be just an ordinary family.

I don't know why, the two brothers seem to be accustomed to this study.

There seemed to be only three brothers and sisters in the house, and it seemed a little deserted at night.

All three sat silently, except for the faint sound of the fire roasting firewood, and the occasional flip or two.

"Bang bang."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the girl looked over, and the eyes of the other two teenagers were lifted from between the books.

"Anyone?"

There was an unfamiliar voice outside, and the voice was a little vague, as if it was deliberate, and it was impossible to hear men and women.

"Yes, is there something wrong?" The girl asked.

The voice outside the door replied.

"I'm sorry, I'm so disturbed, I'm passing by here, it's raining heavily, I wonder if I can take shelter from the rain?"

The voice was polite, but it fell on the ears of the two teenagers in the room, and it made them frown.

Nowadays, the world is not peaceful, the yellow turban is undecided, and the chaotic people and mountain bandits are rampant.

Passers-by who are still rushing outside so late inevitably make people think of bad places to go.

The girl on the side didn't think much about it, and was about to open the door.

"Wait a minute." The short-shirted boy on the side stopped her.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" The girl asked, a little confused.

"Let me ask first."

The boy looked out the door and asked with a fake smile.

"It's not easy to walk this night, I don't know who my brother is, how did he get here?"

The voice outside the door paused for a moment, and he should have realized that he had been misunderstood, and there was some helplessness in his voice.

"There's nothing to do, it's just a study tour. I was going to spend the night in the nearby woods, but it suddenly rained, and there was nowhere else nearby, so I came here. ”

The young man in the shirt looked back at his brother in the hall.

Seeing him nod, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to the door.

"Brother, wait a minute, I'll open the door for you."

The boy walked to the door and opened it.

The man standing outside the house was already drenched, with a hat on his head, and the rain was dripping on the edge of the hat.

Wearing a gray cloth robe, but at this time it was no longer possible to see the original appearance.

I was carrying a box made of bamboo and wood on my back, and I didn't know what it contained, but strangely enough, the box didn't seem to be very wet.

In his hand he was holding a black cane, and there was a thin slit in the cane that seemed to be able to be pulled out.

The boy smiled apologetically and said.

"I'm really embarrassed to let my brother wait outside for so long, and now it's always uneasy outside, so be careful, I hope you'll forgive me."

"Oh, nothing."

The man in gray smiled and waved his hand absently. There were some strange glances at the teenager in front of them.

Although he looks like an ordinary peasant boy, his manners and deeds are decent.

It's not that it's bad, it's just that it's a little surprising.

The young man led the gray-clothed man into the hall, where the fire was much warmer than outside.

The white-robed young man who had been sitting in the hall was just an ordinary indifferent appearance.

But when he saw the appearance and outfit of the man in gray, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed a little disgust, and he snorted lightly, without greeting the man in gray.

The young man who led the man in gray also found his brother's attitude and was a little puzzled.

Usually, except for a few of his friends, the elder brother doesn't talk to outsiders very much, but the etiquette is generally not lost, and it is rarely like this time.

The man in gray also seemed to notice the attitude of the white-robed young man, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and simply saluted.

"Shanren Gu Nan, thank you Xiaojun for taking me in."

"Hmm." The white-robed young man nodded faintly.

"When the rain stops, leave early."

This is almost the same as issuing an eviction order.

The short-shirted young man standing on the side smiled awkwardly and said to Gu Nan.

"In Xia Zhuge Jun, Brother Jia Zhong is less than people talk on weekdays, and it is rude."

"That's it." A girl's voice came.

"Brother Zhong is always like this, just ignore him."

Gu Nan looked back at the girl's appearance, it was the girl she saw that evening.

The girl handed a piece of linen cloth to Gu Nan and said with a smile: "Wipe it, my name is Zhuge Ying." ”

At this age, he should be so lively.

"Thank you."

Gu Nan smiled and took the linen cloth.

Zhuge is a rare surname, and the name of Zhuge Jun is also somewhat familiar, but I can't remember who it is for a while.

The white-robed young man didn't say his name, but got up and left with the book.

The young man named Zhuge Jun glanced at Gu Nan apologetically, let Zhuge Ying receive him, and chased after him.

"Brother Zhong, Brother Zhong."

In the back room, Zhuge Jun stopped the white-robed young man.

The white-robed young man's footsteps stopped, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Brother Zhong is too rude to do this."

Zhuge said to the young man in embarrassment.

"Hmph." The young man shook his head: "Why should you be polite to such a person?" ”

"Brother Zhong." Zhuge Jun has some incomprehension.

"What's wrong with that man?"

In his opinion, the man seemed a little casual, but he was not rude, and he was kind to others.

"Remember the rumors I told you about Mr. Baijia?" The young man turned his head slightly, looked at Zhuge Jun and asked.

"Mr. Baijia?"

"Yes, what is Mr. Baijia's outfit?"

Zhuge Jun thought for a while, and his eyes showed a clear point, but the person's outfit was exactly the same as Mr. Baijia.

If Mr. Baijia is really still alive now, at least hundreds of years old, he naturally will not believe that such a person exists.

Since it's not Mr. Baijia.

"Brother Zhong is talking about ······"

"A wandering deceitful and famous."