The sky in the north is different from the south and has its own unique loftiness.

There are geese walking on the canopy, so far away that only a few black dots can be seen, flying together from under the elongated white clouds.

The geese are in the blue sky, and the clouds are in the water.

The vast expanse of green water lake embraces the majestic mountains on the north shore.

There are people on the mountain, and they are spread by the mountain, and I don't know how many of them. Viewed from a close distance, a courtyard, a pavilion and a tower, the layout is all in order, and the staggered and profound; Climb high and look into the distance, then the houses near and far are clustered together, forming a boxy array, forming a round sky and a round place with the mountains in the north.

It is thick and simple in the majestic, which makes people admire and yearn for it.

It is autumn, and in the flower garden of Hopson Hall, the green and purple flowers are in full bloom, holding the morning breeze and diffusing a courtyard of Qingfen.

At the end of the flower garden, a half-white old man was hunched over a half-human-high Taishan stone and knocked on the soot, and his hair trembled casually.

"Oh, are you going back?" The old man asked.

"Yes." Liangqing carried the black iron knife that never left his body, stood three steps behind the old man, and replied respectfully, "Don't come out - it will be there in a few days." ”

Liangqing is a resolute character, sitting on words and deeds, and hates ambiguity the most, which can be described as accurate in terms of time calculation.

In the past, when he went out on a mission, he wrote to inform him of the return date, saying which day and hour, and in the end it must not be the same for a moment.

But Chang Qianfo's itinerary, he can't pinch.

Xu is fast, Xu is slow, and it largely depends on the results of his trip.

Saying such a thing, Liangqing felt ashamed.

The old man naturally heard it, and didn't bother to ask.

"What about you, what do you think?" Chang Jihai finished the cigarette ash and turned around and walked to the west of the compound.

Judging from the bones, the old man was very tall when he was young, but he was thin when he was old, and his back was rickety, so he showed a weak state. The action even makes people feel very unstable.

But Liangqing had to take a big step to keep up with the old man.

"On the orders of the old lady." Liangqing said.

Chang Jihai smiled, "Let's talk about it, it's okay." ”

He sat down and picked up the rolled tobacco leaves from the stone table and put them in the pot. The action is cooked and a little careless.

Liangqing didn't speak.

To ask him what he thinks is to ask him about his attitude towards the One.

Liangqing has a very clear understanding of his identity, he is a knife in Changjiabao, and he will fight wherever the ancestors and grandchildren of the Chang family point to.

As for judging the head, it affects the mind of the master, this is not what he should do, and he is not interested.

Fu Bo came over with a flint and lit a cigarette pouch for Chang Jihai.

"Qing'er is back." Fauber said with a smile.

Liangqing bent down in response.

Chang Jihai leaned against the stone table, puffing on smoke. A light mist rose and soon dispersed before his eyes.

"What would you do if I didn't interfere?" Chang Jihai asked again.

Liangqing replied: "Listen to the arrangement of the prince." ”

The smoke was as thin as weaving, and the old man's eyebrows and eyes were deep, and he couldn't see what his expression was.

But Liangqing knew that this was not what Chang Jihai wanted to hear, and after thinking for a while, he finally broke the consistent principle and said: "If the old lady asks me what I want, I am willing to go." ”

In autumn, there are still cold cicadas, lying in the thick shade of the ancient acacia and squeaking for a long time.

Liangqing didn't dare to leave, and waited silently under the tree. The old man smoked most of the bag of cigarettes, and then looked up at him, "It's rare that you are willing to say no to anyone." ”

He puffed out a thick white smoke from his nostrils, lifted the cigarette stick and shook it, "Since that's what you think—then go ahead." ”

***

Mu Ziyan stood in a messy empty courtyard, commanding craftsmen to tear down the wall and move the building, and was stunned when he saw Liangqing walking in.

"So fast?"

Fast and slow were secondary, and he never thought it would be possible.

Who is Liangqing?

That is one of the "double knives" that Changjiabao is proud of, a famous crazy knife. Everyone in the Changjia Fort is also respected, and they have to call a good man when they meet.

Chang Jihai is really willing to let Liangqing give Mu Dianke a nursing home?

"Hmm." Liangqing replied briefly.

Mu Ziyan looked up at the sky, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and there was no abnormality.

It's so wicked!

However, he underestimated Chang Qianfo, and actually let him do it.

Mu Ziyan is not a master who likes to get to the bottom of things. Without Liangqing, he would have tried his best to protect Mu Dianke, and now that Liangqing is here, it is better.

As for what Chang Jihai thinks, whatever.

He turned his head, pointed behind him, and said, "This courtyard is spacious, there are three entrances." The old housekeeper of our family is also really powerful, and as soon as I lit the fire, he turned his head and settled the money with this family, and Ma Yuer urged people to move away.

I couldn't find a way to move far.

Yes, if you live next door, you can live next door, I think those goods dare to climb over the wall, or dare to break through? ”

This time, Liangqing didn't even have an "um", and looked at the rubble and rubble in the courtyard with a blank face.

"It won't be cleaned up in a few days." Mu Ziyan explained, "The previous layout was cheesy and an eyesore. ”

He pointed it out to Liangqing, "The one in the middle, the little four, the good master picks the one that is pleasing to the eye." ”

Liangqing lifted his feet and walked inside, turned his head again, glanced at the hot fortifications above and below the house, and said, "Hurry up, it will be here in these two days." ”

"What?"

Mu Ziyan looked at the yellow back that had passed the weeping flower gate, and scratched his head suspiciously: "Didn't you say that it would be a few more days?" ”

Liangqing walked away on his own.

With only two days, he had so much to do.

- Not only the layout of this courtyard, but also the surrounding terrain, and the people who lived around him, he had to find out before Mu Dianke moved in.

In Luoyang City, there are too many people waiting to kill Mu Dianke.

***

As Liangqing expected, Chang Qianfo inherited Chang Jihai's love, and he didn't dare to be unhappy.

You must know that in March, Chang Jihai sent Ling Fu to Jiangnan to arrest people. He delayed this time, but he delayed the return date for five months, half a year.

If you kick your nose and face again, you won't be able to catch anything.

A huge procession of carriages and horses drove into the south gate of Luoyang City and slowly marched towards the east of the city.

Residents along the street have probed to see, guessing which family is traveling, such a big deal.

Mu Dianke sat in the slightly swaying carriage, gently lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar street scene that retreated, feeling a sense of being separated from the world.

Back then, she walked out of Luoyang from this road: barefoot carrying the steamed buns that bought Ah Ku, crying while fleeing in the opposite direction from home.

Since then, Luoyang has become a nightmare for her.

- It is the hometown that cannot be returned; It is the deep pain of waking up in the middle of the night; It is an entanglement of love and hatred, love and hate.

This cold and cruel city to her, because of the existence of Chang Qianfo, seems to be plated with a warm background, which makes her look forward to it and no longer so afraid.

"What do you want to eat when you get home?"

Chang Qianfo held Mu Dianke's hand, shifted his hands and gently pinched it, and smiled casually.

Family?

Mu Dianke was slightly stunned, and then smiled.

Yes, that's home, a place where there are relatives.

Mu Ziyan desperately was poked in the backbone and accused of being unfilial, and she also had to move out of the Mu house, just so that she could give her such a home - neither had to be under the same roof as Mu Cangping, nor would she let the Chang family look down on her because she had no relatives and no dependencies - the first "home" in ten years.