Although Miss Tang was injured, her fall was worth it. She snuggled in Fan Yin's arms, that arrogant, so proud, not to mention the fire. Also, Fan Yin glanced at Song Lian, full of casual indifference, so disheartened.

Song Lian became angry when she thought about it, her clothes were lost, and Fan Yin was also abducted.

Alas! My Fan Gongzi. Song Lian thought to himself, looking up to the sky and sighing.

On the horizon, dark clouds floated in, and the dark clouds squeezed the sky, covering the clouds just now, as if it was going to rain.

In this gloomy sky, there is always a feeling of loss, and the mood sinks.

A gust of wind struck, the trees shook their clothes and people were unstable, Song Lian and Xiao Min'er hurried home, Xiao Min'er went back to the steamed bun shop, and when Song Lian returned to the tea shop, in an instant, the rain started.

Song Lian hurriedly hid in the tea shop, there were no tea customers in the rain, Song Ke was thin and thin, hunched over and lowered his head, in the tea shop cabinet, counting the tea leaves in each cabinet.

When he was young, Song Ke was five big and three thick, strong and strong. It's just that the people who are getting old and working too hard are getting older, and the people who are in charge of the shops and women are getting older and weaker.

"Dad, I'm back." Song Lian shouted casually, walked straight to the back hall, put down the wooden basin in his hand, and looked at the washed clothes, there was no sunlight, so he could only hang the clothes in the back hall. But how can Song Ke's treasure clothes be explained to him?

In a daze, Song Ke walked into the back hall, saw her sad face, walked up to her, and asked with concern, "Li'er, what's wrong?" "

"Dad, scold me." Song Lian pulled her face and said to her father. I thought to myself, no matter what, let's pretend to cry first.

"Woo woo woo..." she frowned, the corners of her mouth twitched, pursed her lips and whimpered, and covered her face with her hands, peeking at Song Ke's expression from between her fingers.

"Why do I want to scold you...

"Woo... Father... Hit me. "…

"Why did I hit you"...

What's wrong with this girl? Song Lian cried, crying with a sad face, and again, the headless and brainless words made Song Ke not know why.

"When I was doing laundry, my hands slipped... Your baby bump... Falling into the river, floating... Floated away. "… Song Lian cracked between her fingers, revealing her eyes, looking at her face... Slurred and lied to her father.

She didn't dare to tell Song Ke that the clothes were lost by Miss Tang and Xiaoyi, and Song Ke would be uncomfortable knowing the truth.

"It's okay, it's okay. Song Ke saw Song Lian crying, so he hurriedly stepped forward, stroked her head, looked kind, and comforted, "If you lose it, you will lose it, but it is just a piece of clothing." "

"Dad, as long as he has you, it's better than everything." After being silent for a long time, Song Ke said deeply.

He looked out the window, his eyes narrowed, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and that light was tears. He seemed to be looking far, far away... I don't know if Song Ke is it, I remembered my ex-wife who abandoned him.

In a flash, sixteen years have passed, and there is no news of his ex-wife. One day husband and wife, one hundred days. It is impossible to say that Song Ke does not think.

Song Lian took her hand away from her face, looked at Song Ke in a daze, and suddenly felt a little sad, it was because of her that Song Ke lost his ex-wife.

Song Ke's gray hair fluttered slightly with the wind.

Song Lian turned her head to look out the window, and the rain still didn't stop.

……

Tang House. Miss Tang's boudoir, the whole room is pink and elegant.

The eye-catching sandalwood bed, delicately carved and decorated, hangs a pale pink veil on the bed, and the tassels are embedded in the veil, swaying gently in the wind.

On the diagonal opposite side of the bed is a hollow carved dressing mirror table, and on the exquisite dressing table, it is full of precious headdresses and hand ornaments, dazzling, very gorgeous and luxurious, and dazzling.

Miss Tang was sent back to the Tang Mansion by Fan Yin. Mrs. Tang loved her daughter very much, and urged Mr. Tang to invite Mr. and put a fall medicine on Miss Tang.

"My goodness, my darling... Does it hurt? How did you fall... Yes? Mrs. Tang sat in front of Miss Tang's bed, with a concerned look, holding her hand distressedly, gently rubbing it up and down...

On Mrs. Tang's round face, under the wide evil eyebrows, a pair of shrewd, deep eyes flashed, and there was a black mole at the eyebrows. A graceful and luxurious body, fine brocade and satin, wrapped in a round and jade figure, and a waist like a thick bucket.

Mrs. Tang looks like a wicked woman, and in appearance, her daughter is fine, and she doesn't follow her at all. The appearance followed that Tang Lao, and he was born quite beautiful. However, this Miss Tang's vicious son follows Mrs. Tang.

There is only one woman in the Tang Mansion, who is pampered on weekdays, like a heart and liver baby, this Mrs. Tang and Master Tang are so spoiled by Miss Tang that they are afraid of melting in their mouths, and they are afraid of flying in the palm of their hands.

Mrs. Tang is often glad that she lost her daughter and her life thanks to Mrs. Dafang. Otherwise, the Tang family's wealth will have to be divided and fought for. Nowadays, all the family wealth belongs to his own precious daughter. Think about it, this dream has to wake up with laughter.

"Mother, don't stay here and make noise, okay? … I want to be quiet for a while. Miss Tang sneered, glanced at Mrs. Tang, withdrew her hand from her hand, and impatiently gave the order to expel the guest.

"Good, good... Good daughter, mother doesn't sleep with you to rest... Mother out. When Mrs. Tang saw that her daughter was displeased, she hurriedly stood up, and with the support of Yahuan, she shook her bucket-like waist and slowly twisted out of the door.

Miss Tang was lying on the bed, supporting her face with her hands, her cheeks slightly flushed, like ripe peaches. She closed her eyes and thought, her long eyelashes moving slightly.

The elegant figure of Fan Gongzi can't be erased in his mind.

"Miss, I cooked your favorite jujube lotus syrup." Xiao Yi cautiously, approached the side of the bed with a bowl of sugar water, and whispered.

"Put it there." Miss Tang's tone was indifferent, she slowly opened her eyes, her apricot eyes opened, and she stared at Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi touched her gaze, the cold, cold air, made her shiver, and the sugar water she was holding almost spilled out because of this trembling.

I wonder if Miss Tang is still angry about crashing into her? Xiao Yi bent her head and bent over, feeling uneasy, but secretly raised her eyes to peek.

Miss Tang retracted her gaze, turned over slowly with difficulty, and wanted to get up, Xiaoyi saw this, and hurriedly put the sugar water on the table, ran over and reached out to support her, "Slow down." "

After Miss Tang sat up with difficulty, she leaned back on the cushion at the head of the bed, sat in a comfortable position, her cold face was a little incomprehensible, she stroked the pain repeatedly with her hand, the cold color suddenly changed to laughter, and said to herself: "Miss Ben's fall is not a loss."

When Xiao Yi heard this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, like a sycophant, nodded and echoed, "Yes, yes, yes, no loss, no loss." "

"That poor and sour girl, she lost her clothes, and Fan Gongzi sent me back, she must be uncomfortable." Miss Tang was holding the quilt with both hands, her expression was very flamboyant, and she smiled evilly.

"I can see that the girl likes Fan Gongzi, Fan Gongzi is talented, handsome and chic, it is better to try to steal Fan Gongzi's heart, so that Fan Gongzi only has Miss in his heart, and let the poor and sour girl envy and envy." Xiaoyi did what she liked and offered advice to Miss Tang.

"Good idea." Miss Tang took the quilt and covered her face, only revealing her eyes, and she was happy.

………

A secluded and deserted suburb, a dilapidated house, a small space, empty, dusty, cobwebs, like fishing nets.

Messy withered yellow weeds, paved into a man-long pavement. Song Si rested his legs on his feet, and lay on the grass leisurely. He carried a straw in his hand and held it horizontally in his mouth.

He closed his eyes and listened quietly, listening to the sound of the rain outside the house.

When I was meditating, I thought of my mother who lived alone, and I thought of the master of Wuheng Mountain.

Song Si remembered, in his memory, he had never seen his father, and he didn't know what his father was like, and he only had a mother. His mother told him that he was separated from his father, and he had been separated for many years and had never met again.

Song Siniang was bitter and raised Song Si until she was six years old.

Song Si was frail and sickly since he was a child, and his mother sent him to Wuheng Mountain. Let him practice martial arts to strengthen his body, this martial arts practice is several years.

When he went down the mountain, the master repeatedly taught him not to be idle and not to provoke resentment. After going down the mountain, this Song Si, when he was wandering around, saw that the beggars were poor, unable to dress warmly and not have enough food, and he couldn't bear it, so he became a thief.

Song Si stole a powerful and wealthy family, thinking in his heart that the official and rich family had gold and silver treasures, and he only thought that he was borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

This is not a matter of light, and it seems to be a moral act. But the teacher is above board, isn't it an insult to the teacher?

"Alas, master, you should only be without me as an apprentice." Song thought of his master, sighed in his heart, and silently recited a sentence.

At this moment, the dilapidated wooden door creaked and was gently pushed open from the outside. The room was too quiet, and it was raining outside, and there was a sound of pushing the door in vain, and Song Si jumped up in shock.

Outside the door walked in a beggar, dressed in shabby clothes. His thin body was wet, and the rain kept pouring down his face.

He took off the shabby straw hat on his head, wiped the rain on his face with his hands, and glanced at Song Si with his thin and lean face, with his keen eyes. This glance is inexplicably unsettling.

Song Si stood there, the straw still in his mouth, chewing for a while, looking at this person carefully.

This person in front of him looks no different from other beggars, but for some reason, from the perspective of a person who practices martial arts, this person is slightly different, although his body is extremely thin and a little old, but he walks with the wind, his eyes are deep and unpredictable, and he seems to be full of unknown secrets.

The beggar paid no attention to him, laid down his burden, took a handful of straw from the corner of the wall, spread it on the ground, and sat down on the straw with his hands, and wrung out his clothes with his hands. After a while, a large puddle of water was soaked in the ground.

"Dare to ask the name and surname of the knight?" Song Siqiang was bold and dared to ask.

"No name." The beggar looked at him again, expressionless, and said indifferently. So he lay down on the straw by himself.

Seeing this, Song Si was inconvenient to ask again, thinking about it, this person was just sheltering from the rain here temporarily. Song Si thought to himself, and also lay down on the straw.