The autumn rain continues, and the autumn in Haijin is different, at least in this autumn......

The maple leaves have fallen yellow for half of the autumn, and the green leaves are mixed in between. The bluestone slab shows the future, the present. The wind can't write half a line of poetry on the old city wall, and it is a little cooler. On the occasion of parting, a lot of sadness was relieved, and this autumn was different from the past.

has been an official for nearly a year, and the whole person seems to have changed his body, and even his soul has been refined a lot. Liu Lian couldn't figure out when the leaf had fallen, only to see it fall steadily in the next second. Say goodbye to the branches it once cherished. But it always has to fall, in every late autumn. But why are the green leaves mixed in between, the green leaves that fall to the ground are the most desolate, he has felt its faint vitality, and its unwillingness, it is unwilling to wither, at least, it should not wither at this moment. No, it's green and falling. Just like Liu Lian, unwilling to ......

In this ancient city, I counted the days and walked through every fallen leaf. Liu Lian tried to deceive his eyes, silently looking ahead, but his ears were always happy to let him face every breath of late autumn. Stepping on them hard, he could hear the sound of the yellow shattering. But the green leaf never broke, he bent down, picked up a green leaf, closed his eyes, and felt the wind moving forward. It can't blow away the green leaves in the palm of the willows, tightens the clothes, indifferently counts the days ahead, walks on the road, looks forward to spring, and looks forward to the days when this green leaf is full of rivers and mountains!

At this moment, the bell is ringing. There was a light rain on Tianjie, and when he was leaving, he glanced at the land where he lived, Liu Lian got into the carriage and shouted softly: "Let's go!" Liu Lian lowered the curtain and never looked at this land again, he couldn't say, he would come here again.

Just walked out of the mansion not far away, the carriage suddenly stopped, Liu Lian couldn't hear the sound of the wheel, frowned slightly, and asked the groom what was going on, the groom didn't dare to open the curtain, just let Liu Lian see for himself.

I saw that at the gate of the city, a group of peasants dressed in robes, quietly waiting for Liu Lian, waiting for this young mansion Yin, they went from disdain to admiration, and then to gratitude, now Haijin has set up a school, no longer need to ask Mr. to open a private school, everything is different, Liu Lian jumped out of the car, his nose was a little sour, and he saw three old men holding a huge umbrella in their hands, which was crooked and written with a lot of dense handwriting.

As soon as Liu Lian walked over, these people were kneeling in the heavy rain, regardless of the fact that their knees were wet and their sleeves were wet. There was only one kind of gratitude on their faces, deep gratitude and reluctance in their hearts. Liu Lian smiled and helped up a few older people, and asked them all up, Liu Lian looked at the words on the umbrella of the people, and asked a little ridiculously: "The gentleman you invited is really good at writing, it's really ...... Good words......" said and looked at the three villagers with a smile, only to see the leader of the villagers blushing and brushing his beard, and said with some embarrassment: "Lord Liu, I'll wait...... I waited for many rough people, few of them were literate, and I wanted to ask my husband to write our names, but I always felt that it was not sincere enough, so we let our own boy teach us to write our names, although it was ugly, we always wrote it by hand......"

Speaking of which, the villager is a little proud, they have been practicing for a long time with red eyes, and without paper and pen, they dip in water or use sand to practice, which is not easy.

When Liu Jian heard this, his eyes almost poured out, but he was an official after all, if he lost his manners, he would have to be said in front of the emperor, he bowed deeply, bowed his body, and maintained that action for a long time, these people are all kind people, seeing that Lord Yin is like this, they are all kneeling, but they don't know that Liu Jian is already choking in a low voice under the robe, and his eyes are a little red and swollen. Liu Jian couldn't bear to let the people suffer such a crime, quietly wiped away his tears, squeezed out a smiling face, helped everyone up again, took the Wanmin umbrella, got into the carriage, and walked towards the imperial capital without looking back......

This time, the road was smooth, and nothing happened, and the people of the Cao family seemed to be silent, and there was no movement anymore. However, Liu Fa seems to have forgotten one thing, or rather, he forgot a person, but fortunately, Nangong was angry and reminded him. That's a honest man!

Thinking of this honest man, Liu Fa remembered the days when he was on the mountain, the group of bold bandits, the foul-tempered Langzhong "fake serious", and the girl who smiled very sweetly, like a clear spring in the mountains - Jia Qing'er, but the tragedy of that day has always been a knot in Liu Fa's heart, he has always been unable to extricate himself, he has always been very guilty, he always thinks that they were killed by themselves, he is an ominous person, alas, but today, it should be the day when the water comes out!

Liu Fa thought about it, and finally found the honest man, he is also now with his arms broken, but he was injured by Xuanyuan Wu's flying sword that day, Xuanyuan Wu is a Confucian general in the Southern Prison, and he naturally does things without leakage. Although he didn't kill him, he didn't let him go, he saw that this person was very important to Liu Fan, or rather, he had something important to Liu Fan, but although he didn't guess correctly, the honest man had an entanglement with Liu Fan, and there was a period of cause and effect to deal with.

Liu Fa sat firmly in front of the honest man, and it could be seen that these days, this honest man is also a little haggard, already dark and thin, and he doesn't look like a human being, but he is to blame for all this. Liu Fa grabbed him and said in a cold voice: "What's going on with the people in the cottage, you won't be unclear, right?" ”

The honest man smiled faintly and didn't say anything, he knew, whether he said it or not, Liu Fa would not let him go, it was better to wait for death than to say it. But alas, he still has a home, he still has children, and a virtuous wife, but it all ends soon. Presumably, Shaowu Hengan will not treat his family badly!

When Liu Fan saw him like this, he was even more angry, but he was not good at criminal law, so there was no way to punish him, but he obviously ignored one person, a man who made Nan Prison extremely afraid, that is, Nangong Suppress Anger.

Seeing this, Nangong was angry and understood that Liu Fa couldn't ask anything, so he patted Liu Fa on the shoulder and said softly: "What do you want to ask, leave it to me, and take Liu Ao and Miss Ye to other places, turn around for a while, one cup of tea is enough......"

Although Liu Fa was suspicious, he also nodded, maybe he really had something to do, he said earnestly to Nangong Ji: "Half a year ago, when I went south. After passing through a mountain ......" Liu Fa carefully explained the ins and outs, and finally sighed: "That's the thing, these good men are all dead, and Mr. Jia ...... among them"