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The sound of rain is ticking, under the eaves of bamboo houses.

Luo Qianqian knelt on the ground, carefully sorted out Luo Qiuciao's clothes, tried her best to make them smoother, and then wiped Luo Qiucicada's face with a wet towel.

Zuo Yin was on the side to help, helping Luo Qianqian hand over things.

Luo Qianqian looked at the person on the ground, although her bright eyes did not shed tears, there was a deep sadness in her expression, and even her eyelashes trembled from time to time.

There are no words.

After doing all this, she said softly: "On the bamboo table over there, there are a few volumes of documents, you can transfer them to Lin Dutong for your father." ”

Zuo Yin hesitated for a while and asked, "Miss Luo, there seems to be a bit of a gap between Mr. Luo and Lin Xiuwen. ”

These things, Zuo Yin can see that when he was in Qingshan City, Lin Xiuwen once told him that there are only two people in the world who he thinks are scholars, that is, himself and Luo Qiuciao.

Originally, Zuo Yin thought that with this recognition, after Lin Xiuwen came to the Western Wilderness, he would talk to Luo Qiucian and become a good friend for the year.

However, the two seemed to be hiding from each other, which made Zuo Yin a little puzzled.

Luo Qianqian sighed, as if she remembered something, her somewhat red eyes rolled smartly, and explained seriously: "Actually, Lin Xiuwen's father Lin Hong is a person next to Wei Guogong, and therefore, when Lin Xiuwen was born, Lin Hong was able to contact my father and ask my father to help choose the name, and later, relying on Lin Hong's relationship, Lin Xiuwen and his father occasionally exchanged letters, but the two respected each other's talents, but they rejected each other. ”

Abandon?

Zuo Yin was a little stunned, he didn't expect Lin Xiuwen to be so strong.

"That's right, it's abandonment, Lin Xiuwen thinks that his father doesn't have the determination and courage to give up everything, and his father thinks that Lin Xiuwen is too vicious, and what he thinks is extremely dangerous, but at the same time, his father also thinks that among the younger generation of people in the empire, Lin Xiuwen should be tied for first place with Ouyang Yan in terms of strategy alone."

Ouyang Yan, the eldest grandson of Shoufu Ouyang Zhiyuan, the eldest son of Ouyang Qing, the head of the Luochuan Ouyang clan, and the eldest brother of Ouyang Xun and Ouyang Shun.

In the city of Bian'an, he is famous for his poetry and good drinking, and in the eyes of the world, he is mostly cynical and disrespectful.

And in Luo Qiuchan's eyes, these two people are the real young dragons.

The hidden dragon is in the abyss.

……

After cleaning up Luo Qiuciao's body, Luo Qianqian caught a glimpse of Zuo Yin's body There were still some wounds on her body, although the bleeding had stopped, but the wounds were exposed, and it was not good after all, so she took out a white cloth belt without hesitation.

Looking at Luo Qianqian's appearance, Zuo Yin could guess what she wanted to do, and she was a little embarrassed, but Luo Qianqian directly grabbed Zuo Yin's arm and glared at him at the same time, as if she was blaming him for not caring for her body, so Zuo Yin sat on the ground obediently and let Luo Qianqian tie him with a cloth belt.

The girl opened her small mouth and gently tore the cloth belt, splitting it in two.

In the process, Luo Qianqian inadvertently showed her little tiger teeth, which looked very sharp.

She seriously wrapped the cloth belt around her left and right arms, Zuo Yin looked at Luo Qianqian, who bowed her head, and suddenly laughed, he, a little silly.

Luo Qianqian raised her head, her original sadness faded slightly, she tilted her head slightly, like a somewhat stupid white goose, and asked suspiciously, "What are you smiling at?" ”

Zuo Yin looked at her, full of memories, "I know, you should know something, my parents have not been there since I was a child, basically my grandfather pulled the big up, when I was young, I have been following my grandfather to collect medicine, most of the time in the mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang, sometimes, grandpa will use bamboo grass to weave animals, make toys for me, sometimes, the old man will teach me how to blow leaves, I also listen to a lot of tunes in Bian'an City, but none of them can have grandpa's leaves sound good, sometimes when climbing the mountain, will rub your knees, Grandpa plucked a few weeds from the side of the road, chewed them and covered my knees, and when you just gave me a cloth belt, it reminded me of my grandfather, so I laughed. ”

Luo Qianqian smiled gently, glanced at her father beside her, and felt the same way, as if she had been touched by some memories of the past.

She smiled and said: "After I was born, I have been brought up by my father, Grandpa Gao is my watchman, since I was born, I have been in the Western Wilderness, my father once said that the five places of the empire, the northern land is the territory of the Lu family, the atrium belongs to the royal family, the land of the East China Sea, there are Boling, Qinghe two Cui clans, the power of the family is strong, and the Duke of Wei Guo secretly arranges the southern Xinjiang, only the Western Wilderness is the breakthrough of everything." ”

Zuo Yin nodded, he seemed to see the memories in the girl's eyes, and because of this, she was no longer so sad, but had a faint tranquility.

Under the eaves, the rain ticked.

Bamboo bends down from time to time in the rain, and the raindrops fall on the bamboo leaves, making a crisp sound, bringing a touch of agility to this world.

"In the Western Wasteland, I have been watching my father's various notes since I was a child, and he is not all about writing about the general trend or strategy of the world, sometimes, he will write about the practice of peas, write about the taste of dried tofu and peanuts chewed together, he is on the go most of the time, my understanding of him, is more from the things he writes, sometimes, it is the judgment of ancient and modern characters, sometimes, it is some small poems that play oil, but ah, once he comes back, he will definitely cook for me personally, seeing that he is still busy in the kitchen like a man in his thirties and forties, my heart, the original resentment against him gradually dissipated. ”

Zuo Yin nodded slightly, looked at the girl's side face seriously, and listened quietly.

Under the faint light, her cheeks were white and red, and even a slight fluff could be seen.

Luo Qiucian, known as the "scholar", has always been a conceited and profound person in Zuo Yin's reflection, but he didn't expect that his usual hobby turned out to be food.

Really approachable.

Luo Qianqian sat on the ground, her arms around her bent knees, "Speaking of which, I didn't understand my father very much before, I don't know why he gave up his superior life, with his ability, if he wants to live comfortably, whether it is the imperial family of the empire, or the five sects, they will definitely give him face, the emperor, King Yan, Wei Guogong, Li Taibai, the number one in the world, are all his friends, he just gave up his life, but he is not a person who cares about the people of Li, in fact, he hates both the common people and the world, in the past, There are also people who have proposed to cancel the selection method of 'Jiupin Zhongzheng', but the opposition is too loud, this time, he has lit the flame in the past few years, although he can't see the day when this flame will burn the prairie anymore. ”

Zuo Yin thought of something important, "Then, the future commander of the rebel army?" ”

Luo Qianqian smiled and said, "Do you want to know what your father thinks of you?" ”

Without waiting for Zuo Yin to say something, Luo Qianqian said to herself, at this time, she seemed to want to relieve her heart through this kind of "chatter", "My father said that Lin Xiuwen is too vicious, General Lei Xiaotian is too honest, and you are too stunned." ”

"Tender?"

Zuo Yin couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm not tender." ”

Luo Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, she explained seriously: "It's stunned, it's not tender, what you think of will definitely be put into action." ”

Zuo Yin thought about it, nodded silently, and regarded it as an admittion, anyway, it was not something to be ashamed of.

As for whether he is recognized by Luo Qiucian, Zuo Yin does not lie in the fact that what he believes has to do with others?

Luo Qianqian smiled and said: "Actually, this is also very good, as for the future commander of the rebel army, in those documents, there are some." ”

Unconsciously, the two of them were already leaning on each other, shoulder to shoulder, looking at the rain curtain outside the bamboo house.

Zuo Yin smelled the elegant aroma and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Today, he had snacks with Lei Xiaotian in the morning, walked with Luo Qianqian for a while, and discussed the matters of the battle in the afternoon, and fought from the evening to the present, constantly wandering around Xifu City, which can be called overworked.

Right now, he was sitting next to Luo Qianqian, and his tiredness was like a tide, engulfing him.

Zuo Yin slowly closed his eyes, and next to Luo Qianqian, he seemed to be able to feel a sense of tranquility.

It was as if he had become an innocent baby, sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms.

Luo Qianqian felt Zuo Yin gradually silent, her breath also calmed down, and her arm could even feel the sincerity of the teenager.

She glanced back at her father beside her, and then at the paperwork on the desk, and the girl wrapped the hair of her sideburns behind her ears, and said softly: "Father, although you are dead, the kingdom you depict will eventually be realized by young people." ”

"Even, perhaps, in hundreds of years, the era you hope for without royalty, without worldlines, and without commoners, will come."

"At that time, people should have no spiritual oppression, no material oppression, they could freely pursue what they wanted, that kind of era, it's really good."

"I love it."

On a rainy night, in a bamboo house, teenagers and girls lean on each other.

The breath of war seems to have nothing to do with here. (To be continued.) )