If the dragon lord does not have long eyes, the heavenly lord will not be beautiful. When the farm is busy, not a drop of rain falls, and now there is no harvest, and it is almost winter, and the autumn rain in Henan is one after another. The carriage slowly drove into a small village in the middle of nowhere. The coachman in the lily robe raised his head, revealing a childish face. The boy said into the car, "Wait, I'll go find someone." ”

He jumped out of the carriage, had just taken a few steps, then turned back, pulled the carriage to the edge of a tree, fastened the reins, and said, "The horse is tied, it will not run around, don't be afraid." For the person in the car, the young man really cared for him, so he almost took the incense burner.

"Yes." A voice came from inside the car. It's light, but it makes the boy very powerful when he listens.

This voice was enough to make the young man happy for a while. That was the first thing she said to him today. I don't know when the boy began to look forward to the girl in the car every day and said the first thing to him.

Sometimes, it's like "I'm hungry, I want convenience" or something like that, but it also makes the boy excited for a while. As if realizing that he was a bit of a nymphomaniac, he shook his head, shook off the rain from his face, and walked towards the village.

The boy walked into the village. At this time, the farmers in the East Village were all idle, sitting in their yards, leaning on this door frame and smoking dry tobacco, which was probably a native of the mountains. The women had nothing to do on rainy days, so they sat in the courtyard and rubbed and rubbed their wet numbness. When I saw a stranger walk into the village, I immediately became vigilant.

He deliberately avoided those unkind eyes, and knocked lightly on the door of the courtyard that was quite spacious. There was a low, hoarse voice from within, but it grew louder and louder, as if it hadn't opened its voice for a long time.

"Fugui! Is Fugui back? Fast! Come on in! The door is unlocked. ”

The young man was a little hesitant, hesitating whether to go in or not. But in the end, I walked in. The courtyard was very large, and the boy took a look at it, and it was cleaned up, and the ground was even paved with smooth floor tiles, and it seemed that it was also a wealthy family in the past. The young man took off the hat on his head. It was Naro who flew.

"Fugui! Come on in. Big Daddy is blind and can't see. Alas, it's been a year since I heard from you, you didn't have it in high school? In. Let Big Daddy touch you! His voice trembled.

Luo Yifei slowly walked into the house, and when he saw the decoration inside, it didn't look like a poor family. I don't know why it has fallen to this point. He glanced over and saw an old man sitting on the Taishi's chair, with the cane in his hand on the ground. It seemed that he only heard one footfootstep, so he said, "Fugui, where is Erlang?" Is Jiro still out there? ”

"Old man. You've misidentified the wrong person. Luo Yifei said, "I'm not Fugui. He glanced at the old man with some concern, as if he really couldn't see it. Old man, do you live alone? ”

The old man didn't listen to what Luo Yifei said, his whole body slowly collapsed, leaned back in the chair, and muttered to himself, "It's not that Fugui is back." It's not Fugui. He sighed, "It's been a year." No news yet. His hands kept patting his thighs, a little frustrated.

"Old man?" Luo Yifei turned sideways, looked into the old man's eyes, and shouted softly.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Luo Yifei looked at it for a moment and said, "My sister and I are passing through here, it's not early, so I want to stay here for a night, I don't know if the old man can make it convenient?" ”

"Whatever. If not, the little old man is dirty here, and there is a vacant room at the back. Clean up by yourself and sleep together. The old man seemed to be immersed in grief and did not like to speak. The house was quiet, except for the ticking of raindrops on the roof tiles.

Luo Yifei's brows furrowed. smiled and thanked: "Thank you over there, old man." He hurried out and led the carriage at the entrance of the village. He took out a yellow paper umbrella from the side of the carriage, held it up, and said, "Wang...... Wang Xu'er, come out. Stay here tonight and wait for the rain to stop. Let's go. ”

Wang Su'er took the veil and walked out of the carriage. Luo Yifei hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed her and led her out of the car. The yellow paper umbrella was held by him on Wang Su'er's head, and he suddenly realized that he was wearing a lily robe, and the water that dripped down in an instant fell on Wang Su'er's clothes on the side, and hurriedly said: "The clothes are going to get wet, you hold the umbrella yourself." ”

"Oh." Wang Su'er took the umbrella and followed behind Luo Yifei. The two walked one after the other, and when they walked to the front of the hall, Luo Yifei took off his coat and saw a middle-aged woman walking in from the door carrying a basket.

"Who are you two?" Walking in, it was a pair of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, who relaxed their vigilance slightly.

"Oh, auntie. We are overnight. ”

The middle-aged woman nodded and said, "Oh, then I'll help you clean it up later." She walked in, put the basket on the table, brought out a bowl of food, and said, "Uncle, it's time to eat." ”

The two watched as the middle-aged woman finished serving the old man, helped him wash his face, and then helped him into the house. She put away the dishes and chopsticks and said, "You come with me." ”

The woman helped to clean up an empty room, which had a beautiful bed. An oil lamp was lit, and the room was brightened. Luo Yifei stood aside.

"Can you ask, who is Fugui?"

The woman's hand to clean up the quilt paused, sighed, and said, "Uncle said it, right?" ”

"He kept saying the name when we came in."

The woman turned back and said, "His son." It's also a big cousin of mine. He was less than 20 years old, and he went to the capital to take the exam last year, and this year my family went to the county to learn the news, and a very optimistic old man told him that Fugui was absent from the examination and did not participate in the imperial examination. After that, there was no news. We hid these things from my uncle, for fear that he would be sad if he found out, so we waited all day long. It's been a year, and my uncle's eyes are not good, he often weeps and suffers, and his eyes are blind. It's a good home, and now he's left alone. Originally, he still had a bit of a foundation, but he was robbed of a barefoot thief, alas, it's all fate. ”

The woman packed up the bedding and said, "Make do with your sleep here." ”

"Thank you, auntie." Luo Yifei walked over and said, "Su'er, money." ”

"Oh." Wang Su'er took out a few coins of silver from her waist, estimated that it was about the same, and handed it to Luo Yifei. "Auntie, we don't have anything to eat, you can keep this silver, which is considered the silver money for our overnight meal."

A few dollars of silver, more than a rural family, is a lot of wealth, and he said simply: "I don't need so much." Take it back. ”

"It's okay, auntie, you can take it. I don't know when the rain will end, so let's take it. ”

The woman smiled. "Alas. Then I'll go make you both something delicious. ”

"Then thank you, auntie." Luo Yi flew down the mountain, and after entering the world, there were more words in the box. After the woman left, he looked at Wang Xu'er, who was sitting under the oil lamp and reading a book, and asked worriedly, "Your face." Why is it so bad, it's been a month. ”

He casually glanced at the clean sweet potato seed face, which looked very good under the oil lamp, and it was indescribably good-looking. Since Wang Su'er left Jingshi, the whole person has been a little dull and cold, and she doesn't talk much.

She turned to the back page and glanced at Luo Yifei, a little Taoist priest who had protected her for a month and was about the same age as her, and said, "I'm sick." Luo Yifei's mouth froze. Yes? You're sick. That's not going to tell me either. I'll get you a doctor. ”

As soon as he walked to the door, Wang Su'er raised his head and said, "It's useless." I've seen a lot of doctors in Jingshi, but I can't see it well. Luo Yifei's hand was lowered from the door, turned around, looked at Wang Xu'er, who was watching him very quietly, and sat back on the edge of the table. He didn't know how to comfort a girl who couldn't see a doctor well, and muttered, "Is it really not curable?" ”

Wang Su'er continued to focus on the book. Said: "If you can't say it, maybe it can be cured, but if the doctor can't cure it, maybe I can cure it myself." The Taoist chief said. The way to survive is in this book. ”

"Can you heal?" Luo Yifei's eyes widened. He was a little suspicious of what Wang Su'er said, and said, "That Yang Fan, can't he cure you?" ”

Wang Su'er's hand trembled, a trace of fluctuation appeared in her eyes, and she asked, "Do you know Brother Yang?" ”

"Yes."

The two of them under the green light seemed to talk a lot. Luo Yifei tilted his head and looked at the thin woman curiously.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"We met when we were stealing food at the Taoist temple. He also played Rippy. Call my master over, and I will be miserable. ”

"Huh." Wang Su'er covered her mouth and chuckled, seeing that Luo Yifei was stunned, and she couldn't speak with her mouth open.

"You...... You...... Laughed. ”

Wang Su'er glanced at the stunned Luo Yifei and said, "Can't I laugh?" ”

"No, I mean...... I mean...... You smile beautifully. ”

Wang Xu'er looked at it for a long time and said, looking at the car, looking at the road, even when sleeping, she had to silently recite the sentences in it before falling asleep. She believed what Lao Tao said, and also believed in Mr. Su's intention for her to say this, so she firmly believed that the way to survive was in this book. "Thank you for taking care of me these days. Thank you so much, Yifei. ”

The little Taoist priest's cheeks were red, his eyes floated, he grabbed his hair, and said, "I...... You...... I was entrusted by my uncle and ancestor, so you don't have to thank me. His speech was a little unfavorable, and he spoke in a slurred manner. A knock on the door outside the house just helped him out.

"I'll open the door." He staggered away.

When he came in, Luo Yifei had two more bowls of noodles in his hand, steaming. In these years, it is rare to be able to eat such a good thing. It was also for the sake of the few coins of silver that the woman mixed some of the white flour that was left over from the house with millet flour and made a delicious meal for the two young men.

"The noodles are here, let's eat them." Luo Yifei handed one of the bowls of noodles to Wang Xu'er and said, "Eat quickly." After eating, the body warms up. Wang Su'er poured half of the noodles in the bowl to Luo Yifei, and pretended to be angry: "So much, you let me eat so much and become a big fat man." ”

"Huh? Can you still get big and fat? Luo Yifei said with a smile.

Wang Su'er snorted and ate noodles with her head bored. The rain is dripping, and this pair of young people want to go to Bashan Shushui, and there is still most of the way waiting for them. And now, they don't seem to have experienced any storms and are lucky.

After eating the noodles, Wang Su'er continued to sit at the table and read. Luo Yifei intimately packed up the dishes and chopsticks, and relied on the rainwater picked up outside the house to send the dishes and chopsticks back to the home of the eldest lady on the side. But when he saw the old man, he turned back and came out, sitting alone on the threshold, leaning against the door frame in a daze. The rain poured down and fell on the bluestone slabs, splashing a little bit of water.

He squatted on the edge of the threshold and said, "Fugui...... Did he go to the capital to catch the exam? ”

Hearing the word Fugui, the old man's face fluctuated slightly, straightened his head slightly, listened to the sound of rain, and said, "My Fugui, I am nineteen years old this year." It is said that it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family, but I don't believe it. Fugui has liked to read since he was a child, endorsing books or something, and he is the most talented in the village. Later, I was afraid that those naughty boys in the village would bring my family Fugui to ruin my family's Fugui, so I specially hired a teacher from the city to teach my family Fugui to read. ”

Luo Yifei squatted, put his hand under his chin, and said, "It's good that your family is blessed to have a father like you." I didn't even know who my father and mother were, so I followed Master from the bottom of the mountain. ”

"Master? Are you a little novice? The old man asked.

"It's not a novice, it's just a handyman. Later, when Master left, I also came down the mountain and took my sister with me and went back to my hometown. Luo Yifei's rhetoric was taught to him by Wang Xu'er, it is not a lie, at least it can be rounded, it can be regarded as a half-truth, so it is not so difficult for him to say it.

The old man continued: "My family is rich, everything is good, but people are too simple. I remember that during the township exam, in order to carry an old man who passed out on the ground home, I almost missed the time to catch the exam. Later, it was the inspector who saw his kindness and made an exception to let him enter the exam. Fortunately, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and he really won the lift. It can be regarded as green smoke coming from the ancestral grave of my old Li family. When the old man said this, his face was full of brilliance, as if he was showing off his precious son like Luo Yifei.

"But since I went to Beijing to take the exam last year, there has been no news, and something must have gone wrong on the road. My poor Fugui, don't you even want your big daddy? The old man leaned on his crutches and wailed. Luo Yifei picked up the old man and said, "Your Fugui will definitely come back." You must take care of your body and wait for your blessings to return. He helped the old man into the house, and worked on the threshold for a long time. It took them a month to travel from Beijing to Henan. From last year to October this year, it's been a year and a half, will that Fugui come back? He didn't know that on the outskirts of Jingshi, a place that had been leveled and even the grave bag had been washed away, there were two masters and servants buried - Fugui and Erlang.

When Luo Yi flew into the room, the figure under the green light was already asleep on the table.

He shook Wang Su'er and said softly, "Wang Su'er, get up quickly." If you sleep like this, you will catch a cold. ”

Wang Xu'er, who was in a daze, raised her head and lay down on the bed with his support. Luo Yifei was a little nervous and helped Wang Su'er take off her shoes and cover the quilt. By the time I got up to leave, my palms were already sweaty.

He cautiously sat back down at the table, picked up the ancient book and flipped through it. Find a way to survive for that poor girl. (To be continued.) )