Fahai is also a bit of a Taoist person, like a foolish foot on his backbone is broken, although he didn't want his life, but he also went to a layer of skin.

Fahai lay in the cave, slowly recovering, just waiting for revenge.

In March, the West Lake is not dry in the breeze and the drizzle is continuous.

The boatmen on the lake sing the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, and in March, the tourists on the shore hum the spring rain like wine, and the willows are like smoke.

The pleasant scene made Wan Buyu deeply nostalgic, but it also fiercely warned her about the purpose of this trip.

"Foolish sister, look, it's a broken bridge."

Bai Suzhen pointed to the famous West Lake Broken Bridge, and yearned for it, "Let's go up and have a look?" ”

"We should find the third bridge, the broken bridge, there will be more opportunities in the future."

The two searched for a long time, and finally found the little-known Mitsuhashi.

There are many fewer people coming and going here than the broken bridge, but because of this, it is more hazy, foggy, and intoxicating.

"Sister Foolish, how do we find that herring? Want to buy a fishing rod? ”

Bai Suzhen listened to the rain by the railing, supported her cheeks with her hands, and quietly looked at the turquoise lake, a few wisps of wind, inviting the water of the West Lake, and the layers of shallow waves, like love.

"There's no hurry."

Wan Buyu touched Bai Suzhen's head, her hair was really soft, smooth and smooth, "I'll teach you to sing a song." ”

"Okay."

"The clouds are light and the wind is light, Jiang Yueming, wandering in this life, a little melancholy, a little melancholy, let me pity myself in the water..."

"The sweet past comes to the bottom of my heart, how much, the memories hurt my heart, am I worried about you, blame me for not knowing love when I love strongly..."

"A good dream is easy to wake up, easy to wake up is a good dream, I can't keep it into a cloud of smoke in a blink of an eye, I ask God, God shouldn't be me, is it that God doesn't understand love..."

Bai Suzhen is smart and can learn it, but after singing it again, Bai Suzhen pursed her lips and asked, "But Sister Fool, don't talk about God, I don't know what love is." ”

"It's okay if you don't understand, you can learn."

Wan Buyu smiled faintly, "Find a place to live." ”

Bai Suzhen moved quickly, and soon found a small cave, which was hidden and not easy to be discovered by the living.

Wan Buyu shook his head, "It's not good, Xiaobai, we should find a place for the living." ”

Stranger...

Bai Suzhen tilted her head, although she is still shallow, but she has heard this title, the heavenly immortals call human beings mortals, and the earth ghosts are called human beings.

"Sister Yu, Su Zhen dared to ask, who are you?"

Wan Buyu smiled bitterly, "No, I don't know. ”

The two of them went back and forth from the three bridges several times, and finally selected a certain family, a huge house, only two old people lived, and when they asked, they happened to be surnamed Pei.

"Pei?"

Bai Suzhen and Wan Buyu were settled in the guest room of Pei Mansion, and the second elder was happy because of the arrival of young people, but Bai Suzhen was at a loss.

"That monk, the common surname is Pei."

It seems that he chose this family on purpose, and he lived in peace.

Bai Suzhen shook her head, she didn't know what Wan Buyu wanted to do.

"But Sister Fool, aren't we here to find the big herring? Are you sure you don't want to buy a fishing rod? ”

Bai Suzhen was more interested in this herring monster.

"Jiang Taigong fishing..."

Wan Buyu took a sip of tea, smiled slightly, and looked out the window, "Tomorrow, we will continue to swim the Three Bridges." ”

"Good!"

The next day, at the same time, the two appeared in the same place at Mitsuhashi.

Bai Suzhen wore a white dress, sat on the railing of the bridge, couldn't reach the lake, kicked her slender bare feet in mid-air, and sang the song that Wan Buyu taught her.

The singing is tactful, the people who sing are affectionate, and the people who listen to it linger.

At this time, in the pool under the three bridges, a touch of cyan passed leisurely.

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