Ge Changyun

He's dead.

It was unexpected.

At this moment, Chen Ziyun was standing in front of the grave, suddenly feeling powerless, he didn't know why this was happening, his eyes were complicated and looked at the earthen bag in front of him, and the stone tablet was engraved with "Zhuge Changyun's Tomb." ”

Don't let you wear linen and wear filial piety, and don't let there be any funeral, this is what Zhuge Changyun's predecessors instructed Nan Bowan back then.

Chen Ziyun slightly locked his eyebrows and said, "Nan Dalang, Uncle Ge's surname is Zhuge ? ”

Nan Bowan nodded, his eyes swayed faintly, and said: "Yes, ten years ago, the world was in turmoil, Zhuge was degraded, he hated and resisted the decree, and came here from Yuxi Prefecture alone, wanting to live a life of not asking about the world, but there were more than a dozen Turkic wolf riders here, plundering and mutilating the people here, he was furious, and a bow and a horse actually exterminated this Turkic wolf rider, and then many homeless people gradually came here, and finally formed this small village, which later belonged to the jurisdiction of this Tongguan Town. ”

Chen Ziyun was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this Zhuge Changyun to be so powerful, and said, "Oh? Really? ”

Nan Bowan's expression was as flat as a bottomless pool, and he continued: "I heard that back then, even the magistrate of Tongguan Town came to this small village to visit the old man Zhuge , but since the establishment of the Tang Dynasty at that time, Zhuge Changyun was seriously ill, and then changed his name to Ge. ”

Chen Ziyun asked, "Nan Dalang, how did Zhuge die?" ”

Nan Bowan frowned, shook his head, and said, "The girl came to tell me about the death of Zhuge senior, and when I came, he had already gone west." ”

Chen Ziyun nodded, and looked at the Aoi Bukong on the side.

Aoi Bukong looked up at Chen Ziyun beside him, blinked his eyes, and did not have any expression.

Nan Bowan looked up at the tombstone of Zhuge seniors and said: "Ten years have passed, the county has changed batch after batch, and the years have urged people to grow old, and no one has mentioned the previous things again. ”

Chen Ziyun said: "People go to tea and cool ......"

Nan Bowan nodded and said, "Chen Dalang, Zhuge seniors said that when people are young, they should have the momentum of being a husband and a husband!" When you are so old, you don't forget to be brave! to think about living a few more years. Fearing his enemies, that's the greatest pleasure of his youth! ”

Chen Ziyun nodded, sprinkled the two bottles of high-grade rice wine in his hand in front of Zhuge Changyun's grave, his pupils trembled slightly, and said, "Senior Zhuge , I originally wanted to buy the rice wine to honor you, but ......"

Having said this, Chen Ziyun's heart could no longer withstand the toss of life and death, his hands were clenched tightly, and when the words came to his mouth, he paused, took a deep breath with all his strength and said, "But you didn't drink it." ”

"You're right, when you're young, you should have the momentum of being a husband and a man, so that when you're old, you won't forget the courage of the year, so that you can think of living a few more years."

......

Evening.

The wind blew lightly, and the night was silent and deep......

Chen Ziyun sat in the courtyard and looked at the stars in the sky and asked, "The well is not empty." ”

Aoi was stunned for a moment and said, "What's the matter?" Ziyun? ”

"Senior Zhuge , when did you die? I only stayed in prison for two days, and Zhuge senior actually passed away......"

The expression on Aoi Bukong's face at this moment was faint, and he said with a hint of helplessness: "The day you went to prison." ”

"Morning? Midday? At night? ”

"Noon."

"Oh."

Chen Ziyun nodded, he didn't have the idea to think deeply, and turned his head to look at the rattan chair that Zhuge Changyun had polished year after year, and the rattan chair he had sat on was even more sad.

......

With the moon at night, it is difficult to sleep.

In the humble room of Nambauan, the candle flame on the table burned quietly, and the light reflected in the whole room, but on the table was a letter.

This letter was handed over to Nan Bowan by Aoi Bukong, and on the letter was Zhuge Changyun's note, with ten words written on it: "Ziyun, if you don't become a dome, you will enter the Nine Shadows." ”

Nan Bowan crossed his hands behind his head, looked at the roof, his originally decadent eyes suddenly brightened, and he muttered in his mouth: "What does Zhuge senior mean, let me follow Chen Ziyun?" ......”

......

A few days later, Chen Ziyun's monthly money in the Manyuan Teahouse rose to 20 Wen, he didn't dare to think that it would be so much, he could laugh when he was lying on the bed, and the chores became a little less, even Zhang Xianghan smiled a little more when he saw Chen Ziyun.

But that's not the most excessive......

The most excessive thing is that Song Gushan used the title of my eldest brother is Chen Ziyun, making waves in the academy, showing off his might, and now the town knows that there is a young man named Chen Ziyun in the Manyuan Teahouse, and one person occupies a few ruffians.

And Zhang Xianghan was not idle when he saw the guests, so he said that Chen Ziyun's deeds were indeed mother and son.

The people hated the gang of ruffians in the town, so they admired Chen Ziyun even more, which also made the business of Manyuan Teahouse much better, especially Zhang Xianghan, who couldn't stop smiling.

However, there is one person who is unhappy, since Song Gushan was arrogant in the academy Chen Ziyun monopolized the ruffian, no one in the academy dared to use his brains against Song Gulan, and even the men who spoke were few and few, she was upset, which also made the distance between the two more subtle.

On this day, Zhang Xianghan pouted her butt and walked upstairs with difficulty, she occupied the stairs alone, which made Chen Ziyun, who was about to go downstairs, step back and let go aside, and Song Gushan behind him said without a big or small face: "Mother, look at your fat!" The ass can be used as a small sandbag! ”

"You know what? Your mother's body is called tight and qualitative! ”

Song Gushan was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, lowered his head and walked up the stairs by default...... I couldn't think of an adjective for a long time, and finally held back two words: "Big belly!" ”

Zhang Xianghan was stunned for a moment and said, "Son, what does it mean to have a big belly?" ”

Song Gu thief smiled: "I won't tell you, this is what Brother Ziyun taught me." ”

The story of Chen Ziyun fighting a few ruffians alone spread more and more widely, and many women came to drink tea, and even the women in the spring building in the next town quietly came to see this young man who fought a few ruffians alone.

The two women in the Qinglou looked at Chen Ziyun not far away, and one woman's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and said, "Sister, he looks good." ”

Another Qinglou woman, two slender arms coiled in front of her chest, making the two plump breasts extraordinarily enchanting, her eyes lit up, and she smiled with satisfaction: "Well, the appearance is good, chivalrous and tender, from I promise it is right, I don't know how his other kung fu is......"

Another woman looked at Chen Ziyun, who was busy making tea, and said not to be outdone: "Sister, if I am good, he can follow me, and my kung fu can make him want to die!" ”

Speaking of this, the two women looked at each other and smiled charmingly......

Not far away, the two Qinglou women were talking and laughing, and the crisp breasts of the two of them were like condensed white jade, which was half-covered and half-hidden, and they could really turn all beings upside down......

But he couldn't escape the eyes of the two people in the Manyuan Teahouse.

One is Song Gushan, he was sitting at the door of the Manyuan Teahouse, looking at the two Qinglou women in the distance dressed charmingly, twisting their waists from time to time, looking at Chen Ziyun, he swallowed his throat, although he didn't know that the lower half of his body would react at his age, but at this moment, he secretly swore in his heart that he would do the same thing as Chen Ziyun in the future, so that those women in the academy would worship him.

The other person was Song Gulan, she was standing on the second floor, and when she saw the two Qinglou women from the window, her heart was indeed suddenly sour, her fingertips stroked her hair, her expression was sad, and she took a deep breath.