Generally speaking, as long as you live in the world, everyone will have things they want to do or want to do, and idealists like to call these things dreams. No matter what era it is, there will be many people who have fulfilled their dreams and become famous for eternity. However, the people who fell on the path of their dreams are rarely mentioned, because no one can count how many bones have fallen on the road.

Yang Yi used to be a passionate young man with dreams, and until he was in college, he was still a radical young man who could do it and not BB. After entering the social work, seven or eight years of bitter life is like a heavy whetstone, grinding a sharp blade into a smooth iron rod that cannot distinguish the blade from the back of the knife.

Yang Yiyou remembers the day before the crossing, because of the breakup with his girlfriend, he was emotionally lost, and was called to the office by the company's middle-aged bald manager for half an hour of foaming education, but he didn't say a word, this is a kind of helplessness.

Yang Yi lived in his previous life for twenty-seven years, but he came to Daguang for less than three years, and most of the time he was alone, until he met Liu Wenzheng and his wife, and he really began to contact this otherworldly antiquity.

People are a strange species, most people will be very nostalgic, and the habitual thinking always makes people miss the things they relied on before. Yang Yi had struggled for more than twenty years in his previous life, how could he forget the past in just two or three years, he felt that even if he was once an unruly lion, after being domesticated in a cage for a long time, there was almost nothing left of the beastly nature that should have been consumed, and when the heavens put him back into the wilderness, he didn't even know how to take a step.

Sometimes Yang Yi thinks that if he crosses over to Daguang at the age of twenty, it may be completely different, he will have countless ambitions, he will have an indomitable momentum, and he will desperately want to prove himself, and then that is another dream.

However, in addition to nostalgia, people also have another characteristic that cannot be ignored, that is, innate strong adaptability. In less than a year, everything that happened touched Yang Yi.

The end of the eldest prince Yang Ang, the reluctant life of the bandits in Cangyunzhai, the tragic song of the sword and the sword, even the old dart head of the north and south darts shaking the cigarette pouch, telling himself about the happiness of the ugly wife Xiong Wa at home, are very clear and vivid.

Mother stayed for the emperor without hesitation, the emperor turned white overnight for Daguang Jiangshan, Du Li cried bitterly for the dying Northern Army, they all have their own persistence, everything is like a rushing car during the siege, and it hits the depths of Yang Yi's locked heart one by one.

After returning from visiting Concubine Ning, Yang Yi looked extremely dull, and her mother was unexpectedly stubborn, and she had rushed over to take care of the emperor when she heard that the emperor had been white-headed overnight.

Yang Yi sat alone in the corner of the inn for almost two hours without saying a word, no one dared to disturb him, and everyone could see that he was in a very bad mood.

It wasn't until the evening that Monkey Jian'er walked up lightly and reminded, "Your Highness, it's time to eat." ”

"I'm not hungry, you can eat first." Yang Yi supported his forehead with his palm, lowered his head and leaned on the table listlessly replied.

Monkey Jian'er hesitated, and then said, "That... The drunkard woke up. ”

Yang Yi pondered for a long time, finally raised his head, let out a long breath, and tried to open his eyes as much as possible to make himself sober.

"Let's go, let's see."

The drunkard scholar did wake up, but it didn't seem to be any different from not waking up. When Yang Yi came to the firewood room again, the scholar was still sitting in the messy firewood and straw pile, his eyes were stunned, and his expression was completely blank, like a mentally ill person who had just taken medicine in a daze.

Yang Yi walked up to the scholar and said in a condensed voice: "How about it, can we talk about it now?" ”

The scholar turned his head sluggishly, and finally said something after being stunned for a long time: "Is there any wine?" ”

Yang Yi said angrily: "Don't pretend to be stupid with me, and don't go out to inquire who Lao Tzu is?" You were still playing loaches at home when I was playing stupid! ”

This guy slept for a day with two pots of wine, and he didn't know when he would wake up after drinking.

The drunkard scholar was not afraid when he heard Yang Yi's words, but laughed, this was the first time Yang Yi had seen the second expression other than sluggishness since he saw this guy, but who knew that the next sentence almost didn't make Yang Yi angry.

I saw the scholar looking at Yang Yi and laughing: "Hehe... Nine nerds, you're so stupid, I know...."

"Monkey tip! Strip this guy naked, build a cauldron and cook it alive for Lao Tzu! ”

Yang Yi didn't want to play Tai Chi with this guy who pretended to be crazy and stupid, and turned around angrily and was about to leave, but who knew that the front foot had just taken a step, but there was a resistance from the back foot that couldn't get out, and when he looked down, it was the drunkard scholar who was stretching out a hand to grab Yang Yi's ankle, making him unable to move.

"If you are so anxious, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse for thousands of people in Cangyun Village to follow you."

Hearing this, Yang Yi squatted down violently, stared at the drunkard scholar, and said coldly: "Who are you!" ”

The scholar pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Bai Yuanliang." ”

Yang Yi suddenly realized, secretly scolded himself for being confused, he should have thought that the scholar who could know Cangyun Village should only be Mr. Bai Yuanliang in the mouth of Cangyun Village, just because everyone in Cangyun Village told that Mr. Bai was a strategic and witty reader, Yang Yi naturally thought that Bai Yuanliang's image should be a chic and dignified scholar, even if it was not a lupine scarf like Zhuge Liang, no matter how bad it was, he should be as polite as Liu Wenzheng.

But... The person in front of him looked no different from the rotten drunkard on the street, called Hanako.

Bai Yuanliang also ignored Yang Yi's stunned expression, looked left and right, and said vaguely: "Wine, bring wine." ”

Seeing that Yang Yi's face was not good, Bai Yuanliang said again: "I've slept enough..."

"If you dare to get drunk again, I'll really cook you!" Immediately, Yang Yi waved his hand and motioned to the extremely reluctant monkey tip behind him to fetch the wine.

"Get another roast chicken!" Bai Yuanliang didn't forget to add a sentence.

When the wine and meat came up, Yang Yi stood aside with his hands in his arms and watched Bai Yuanliang eat and drink while watching Bai Yuanliang eat and drink, and he didn't start talking until a pot of wine was almost drunk.

"How are the people in Cangyun Village? How do you know I'm going to be here? Do you know the situation in the imperial capital? Yang Yi asked a lot of questions in a row, and there were also some doubts, such as how this drunkard scholar entered the county town from the impermeable defense of hundreds of thousands of troops, and he could only ask one by one at the moment.

Bai Yuanliang was stunned for a while, he thought he was going to speak, but he burped so much that he almost didn't faint Yang Yi and Monkey Jian'er...