Seeing that the female ghost began to improve, Zhu Houzhao felt a little relieved. He also fell asleep in a daze.

It was noon when he woke up, and he saw the food that the imp had brought him, and he ate it carefully, and then he walked back to the mountain.

There is a little light rain today, the scenery in front of me, some smoke and rain, the peaks are covered in the smoke and rain, as if they are breaking the bowl in their shoes, seeking the truth in the mountains.

Zhu Houzhao was a little fascinated by such a landscape, and felt that Jiangnan was a different scene from Beijing. It's just Jiangnan and Saibei, where is their eternal dream? Zhu Houzhao thought, maybe it's all of them, the south of the Yangtze River and the north are all thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, they are all royal lands, and they are all the hometowns of the soul.

In the fragrance of grass and trees, Zhu Houzhao walked to the hut on the mountain peak.

From afar, he heard the sound of the piano, and felt that today's sound seemed to have something on his mind, not as chic as yesterday, but full of thoughts, as if he could see that the player seemed to be expecting something.

Zhu Houzhao stopped to listen for a while, and then he nodded.

Today, because of the rain, Murong Zhenzhen did not play the piano outside the house, but inside the house.

When he walked outside the hut, the sound of the piano stopped, "Is Brother Wang coming?" The man inside asked.

"Hello Miss Murong, it's me!" Zhu Houzhao said.

"Please come in!" Murong Zhenzhen said inside.

Zhu Houzhao heard Murong's invitation and stepped into the house.

The furnishings in the house are also very simple, but after all, it is the room of the daughter's house, and the decoration is still very warm. In the place by the window, Murong Zhenzhen was sitting in front of the qin, she looked at Zhu Houzhao, tilting her head, as if she was studying something.

"It's raining today, I thought Brother Long wouldn't be wandering around!" Murong Zhenzhen said.

"The south of the Yangtze River is good smoke and rain, just stepping on the bluestone and looking for the fragrance. How can you not come? Zhu Houzhao smiled.

"It's rare that Brother Long is still so interested in smoke and rain, the ancients said that it is extremely quiet and real, this is the smoke and rain!" Murong Zhenzhen said.

"Is it this smoke and rain that is upset at the moment?" Zhu Houzhao smiled.

Murong Zhenzhen blushed suddenly, feeling like he was being told the central matter. In fact, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to see the person in front of her, and unconsciously she was already eager to see this person, maybe she was still a little lonely in her heart when she lived alone all the year round. It's just that he doesn't want to be seen by him.

"It's nothing, smoke and rain, there will be at any time, the heart of my daughter's family is like this smoke and rain, you have to be careful!" Murong Zhen smiled.

"Haha, that's also true, the legend says that the woman is a tiger!" Zhu Houzhao quipped.

"Haha, I'm a tiger, do you dare to come?" Murong Zhenzhen said.

"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!" Zhu Houzhao continued.

"Flim Flam! Looking at you like this, you must often joke with girls, a playboy! Murong Zhenzhen said.

This time it was Zhu Houzhao's turn to spin his tongue, and he couldn't say anything, "Actually, it's not very often!" ”

"Poof!" Seeing his appearance, Murong Zhen really smiled, feeling that he had won a big victory.

"That's it, by the way, how did you study last night?" Murong Zhen asked.

"I learned how to catch ghosts last night, and I memorized a lot of spells! Today, the helper said he would take me to test the ghost catch! ”

Zhu Houzhao said.

"Well, today, do you still listen to me play the piano?" Murong Zhen asked.

"Listen, how can you not listen to the rain!" Zhu Houzhao said.

"What are you listening to today?" Murong Zhen asked.

"Let's listen to the new rain in the empty mountain!" Zhu Houzhao said.

"Okay, wait!" Murong Zhenzhen said.

Murong Zhenzhen started with both hands, flicked his fingers, tried a few tunes, and then started.

Zhu Houzhao suddenly entered that kind of empty and secluded realm, as if after the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather came late in autumn, a few rains, and a few bleak days.

Zhu Houzhao felt the ancient meaning.

"It's so beautiful, the valley in the south of the Yangtze River is so refreshing after the rain!" When the sound of the piano fell, Zhu Houzhao said.

"Yes, every day I am here, watching the sunrise and sunset, the clouds are fluttering, I feel that everything is very indifferent, very happy, very peaceful!" Murong Zhenzhen said.

"Well, it's the best! Being able to stay here for a long time was the best thing in my life! Zhu Houzhao said.

"Yes, the mountains and rivers are clear, they are accompanied by each other for a lifetime, they are very beautiful, I like them very much! Maybe it will be like this for the rest of my life! Murong Zhenzhen said.

"Hmm!" Zhu Houzhao thought to himself, why didn't he crave such a clear sound of mountains and rivers, and after the peerless struggle, what he longed for the most was not such a clear sound of mountains and rivers!

"What are you thinking, Brother Long!" Murong Zhenzhen said.

"Really girl, I'm thinking, what I desire the most is such a clear sound of mountains and rivers, this place, every moment, will be in my dreams, but I don't know when I will get it!" Zhu Houzhao said.

Murong Zhenzhen looked at him, "But you are a man, if you live here for a long time, you will definitely not be satisfied, unless you can make a big career, then you will be here with peace of mind, this is a man's life!" ”

"Yes!" Zhu Houzhao sighed.

At this moment, Murong Zhenzhen played a song gently, only to hear that the mountains and mountains in the song were far away, and the clouds came out of Xiuyan, as if a hermit stepped on a stone, as if at this time, there was only one hermit's world, and Zhu Houzhao was immersed in it!

At the end of the song, he was still in a daze, feeling that everything was quiet.

"A song of picking roses, a thousand years of mountain dwelling!" Zhu Houzhao sighed.

Murong Zhenzhen stared at him, looked at him for a long time, and sighed.

"What is the girl sighing about?" Zhu Houzhao asked.

"It's nothing, it's just thinking about something!" Murong Zhenzhen said.

At this time, twilight has risen outside the window.

"I'm going back!" Zhu Houzhao said.

"Hmm!" Murong Zhenzhen said. In fact, she was a little reluctant to let this person go.

It's just that she can't say anything. Zhu Hou looked at her and smiled.

Zhu Houzhao turned around and left, and Murong Zhenzhen sent him to the intersection outside.

The stone path down the peak was winding below, Murong Zhenzhen was standing at the top of the peak, and Zhu Houzhao looked back and saw that she was still there.

Zhu Houzhao's heart moved. This scene reminded him a lot.

Suddenly, his heart ached. He held back the pain, smiled at Murong Zhenzhen, and then walked down the peak.

At the second watch, the little ghost came to wake up Zhu Houzhao as usual. He saw that Zhu Houzhao was ready, and Zhu Houzhao smiled at him, "Let's go, little ghost!" ”

They still moved forward in two different ways, Zhu Houzhao was flying in the air, and the little ghost was floating.

This time they didn't have a game, because Zhu Houzhao also had something on his mind.

They slowly reached the helper's hut.

The little ghost reported to the gang leader: "Gang leader, the ingots ghost is here!" ”

'Well, I see, little ghost, go down! The helper said.

"Okay, helper!" The little ghost gave Zhu Houzhao a grimace and retreated.

Zhu Houzhao smiled, and then he walked towards the helper's house.