The village chief, who had been forbearant and pretended to be kind, completely changed his face when he heard this.

"She's just the daughter of a shopkeeper, what's the big deal? You two, I don't know where you came from, you are not worthy of my children. ”

With a wave of his hand, the outlying villagers, who were dancing on the bonfire, quickly gathered around, some holding iron long grass in their hands, and some holding wooden sticks and axes in their hands.

Although there was no fierce expression on their faces, the movement of holding weapons in their hands was tightly grasped.

"So you're planning to keep us here?"

Gu Chao asked calmly.

The village chief shrugged.

"I was going to force you to stay, but at first, I just wanted you to go to my house and meet my lovely son, I am so beautiful, but Rao's daughter also brought her out to show her face and show you up, but that guy is full of nonsense and spreads wild on my territory, you still want to go back so easily?"

Gu Chao glanced at Chang Yu, but she didn't blame him for his so-called nonsense, because she also thought so in her heart, she didn't discriminate against his son, and Chiyu was the same, but Chiyu would only attract pity and pity.

It's just because this village chief, who is not very old next year, does these foolish and unreasonable things, like an ignorant country man.

But he was an ignorant country man.

Gu Chao's pride did not allow her to be threatened like this, nor did she allow herself to be related to words like child daughter-in-law, but in the past, the senior brother was good, accidents often happened before big things came, and accidents would not happen before the main thing was done.

They didn't say hello to this Wei Linghao, and they didn't make much effort about the matter of Yan Shi, although Yan Shi was not Minglai, but Gu Chao felt something wrong in his heart.

They had to get out as soon as possible, but because they were completely on other people's territory, and the disparity in numbers was too huge, they couldn't fight hard.

Gu Hao hurriedly gave Chang Yu a look and asked him not to mess around again.

Walking through the passing years, walking through the desolation, who contaminated my messy thoughts, alone in the red dust of Qianmo, asked the wine, who relieved my sorrows? Comfort my heart, the vast passers-by, who goes and who stays? The floating strange turned into an idiot, and the wind and snow moon did the death! Sigh, a touch of prosperity is like a stream of water, the half-dust wind and sand cover the withered yellow, the front edge is always a tear, but the past is empty. Today, whoever is negative with lovesickness is thousands of wisps, and who is tired of the red dust and half the world! It's hard to go, and it's going to be ......

I can't wear the cold of thousands of years of ice, I can't walk into the Qinhuai River, you stay by the bridge, I can't find you in this world, I will weave this waiting into an endless picture, looking for your back in the ink, who will wake up my bleak and lonely dream? It turns out that you have never gone far before I turned around. A song that has blown away the wind and moon for thousands of years, but it can't blow away my thousand-year-old expectations, a tear drops into whose heart, whose heart hurts! In this life, can you be the fate that I have been waiting for for a thousand years?

Close my eyes, your face flashed in my mind, like a blur of the moonlight, warm veins, who pulled out my love thread that had been silent for thousands of years? Intoxicate my heart! Who is a bend of eyebrows for, who is a piece of incense note, for whom to step through the ages, and for whom to enter the red dust! Looking at the three autumns, which petal of flowers is the acacia I decorate for you, which piece of red is the love intestine I crush for you, igniting thoughts, handing over my heart to fate, rising and falling with the wind, and flying with dreams.

At the moment of the origin and fall, you and I have spent a hundred years, and the love thread of a hundred years is entangled with a little helplessness and sorrow! In this life, I have been waiting for a thousand years in Hongchen, watching for a thousand years, just to meet you at this moment, if the holy love flower can not bloom the fruit of hope, then, I am willing to be silent in front of the Buddha lamp for a thousand years, turn the thousand-year-old scripture, read the thousand-year-old scriptures, knock on the thousand-year-old wooden fish, just to have a reunion with you in the next life, and continue to talk about the dust in this life.

A song of Sanskrit music can not relieve the pain of my thoughts, a sutra can not stop my desire in this life, once we meet, I have fallen into the dust of ten thousand catastrophes, I am willing to reincarnate the suffering of thousands of lifetimes in exchange for this life and your day and night together, if we have no chance to stay together in this life, then please put away my heart, it has long been superimposed with your heart, never separated.

Buddha: All things are impermanent, there must be life and there will be destruction, life is like dew, electricity and dreams!

I know that the red dust is bitter, and the emotion is just a drop of drunken tears between the morning and evening flowers, only for a short stay in the world, and it will eventually disappear without a trace, and the reunion has become slim, and I am still obsessed with this lovesick bud, even if it is only the beauty of that moment, I am willing to wait for you, stay for you, just for this life can you really have, real touch.

Waiting for you, no complaints and no regrets--

A lifetime of love, a lifetime of injury, for whom to wait for the flowers to bloom and fall, to wait for the red face to be broken, and to thank the desolate land.

Who's the fate of whom? Who is the robbery of whom, Hongchen is in a hurry, who will take it seriously! Who will the flowers wither, who will die for the birds cry, life is fate for a hundred years, and who will be who after that?

A red dust love, thinning his face, infatuated with his heart, and broken.

That night when the enemy came to attack, he led her out of the siege, and the arrows rained down, but he could not resist their footsteps, he held her tightly in his arms, and galloped on his horse.

The enemy was in pursuit, and arrows whizzed past her.

She tugged at his sleeve uneasily, "Put me down!" Take me this burden, you won't go far! ”

He looked down at her and put a kiss on her forehead, "I'm not going to let you have any problems!" ”

A night of travel.

Near dawn, they threw off the enemy's men and horses, and their horses collapsed beside a river.

She struggled to get to her feet, but when she turned around, she found him fainted on the ground, only to see his white clothes stained red with blood, an arrow into his body and an arrow through his heart.

She called his name in horror, but he didn't open his eyes, just softly spat out a few words, "I...... I've ...... I'll keep ...... Protect your ......"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped breathing.

In an instant, her world was pouring rain......

Lingering in the mountains and rivers of Huizhou and the bits and pieces of memory, I can't forget the cicadas on the summer night, the ripples of the blue waves, the melody of the raindrops, and the wonderful moments. In this unique "ancient style emblem rhyme" place, although there is no magnificent mountains and rivers in the north, there is no blue waves and golden sands on the blue coast, but there is a unique interest. The antique cultural heritage is the unique feeling brought to us by this "land of Huizhou......

I always have a hard time forgetting that little bit of raindrops. Because on the green bamboo leaves, there are always drops of water splashed. Splashing on the face, it brings a freshness and coolness to the endless heat of this summer. The green patch looks particularly green in the rain curtain that falls. Raindrops hit all kinds of umbrellas, playing the music of "Ding Ding Dong". Exorcise the bustling noise of those boring and boring. Drops of rain fall on the surface of the lake, causing ripples, and the fish in the water enjoy the rare coolness of summer, swimming freely under the surface of the water......

The antique Hui-style buildings and all kinds of dwellings symbolize the cultural heritage of this part of Huizhou. Taking a deep breath, we quickly feel the ancient aura left behind by this place of great people. It's peculiar, but it's refreshing. We quickly became immersed in the world, lingering, and reluctant.