A big crow flew through the neighborhood and alley, swept the high wall, pierced the door low, wiped the rose stand, looked at the figure, and landed among the branches.

  Gao Jian walked slowly in the house with his hands behind his back, and he could still smell the choking smell, and all the eyes were broken and ruined, broken tiles and broken pillars, and covered with smoky and scorched black.

  The trees in the garden are still tall, but the green leaves and red flowers are covered with dust, and they look lifeless.

  He suddenly whispered to the steward who was following him: "Hurry up and send the letter, go and find the group of craftsmen again." ”

  The steward hesitated, stopped talking, and only replied after a while: "Because of that group of craftsmen, even the old lady and lady have died, so I should invite another craftsman to repair it."

  "Shut up." Gao Jian interrupted him rudely: "They are not comparable to ordinary craftsmen, let you go, what are you talking about!" ”

  The steward did not dare to say more, and should retreat.

  Gao Jian stood in place for a moment, and suddenly leaned down from under the broken beams and picked up a ring inlaid with gold and jade, which the old lady was wearing, he looked at it, and put it into his finger with an expressionless face.

  The generations of the Gao family made a deal with that group of craftsmen, and they exchanged their eldest son for glory and wealth, and reincarnated once every ten years, which was an unspeakable secret among the masters.

  He can't give away the glory and wealth in his own hands, otherwise the life lost for this will be a joke, and he can't afford to bear this heavy responsibility.

  "Sir, are you here?" It was Aunt Lin, who came cautiously with the maid, frowned, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and had a sour plum in her mouth.

  Gao Jian seemed to wake up suddenly, looked back and smiled, strode closer to her, clenched his shoulders and took him into his arms, and his voice was very soft: "The gravel here is rolling, it is very difficult to walk, you are pregnant and running around, what should you do if you bump into it?" ”

  "I wanted to go to the courtyard where I originally lived, and I was in a hurry to bring out a jade bracelet," Aunt Lin was pampered and proud.

  "I'll go to the jade shop tomorrow and pick a better one for you," they said as they walked away.

  The garden was dead again, and the crow stood on a branch with its feathers on it, as if asleep.

  Let's say that the white horse passes through the gap, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and the summer holds the pu to eat ripe melons, and suddenly the geese pass the voice, and the chrysanthemums are all over the ground.

  In September, the ferry arrived at Xigukou, Xiao Yuan and others hired a carriage and went straight to the capital, suddenly a cool autumn breeze hit the face, Xiao Yuan opened her eyes and relaxed, Sister Rong lay in her arms and fell asleep hotly, Xiao Yun leaned in front of the lamp to read, she yawned, stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, the dawn of the sky was crab shell blue, the carriage slowed down, it was not yet the time when the city gate opened, it took some time.

  The noise and noise became louder and louder, the horses neighed and the donkeys chirped and tapped, Xiao Yuan saw Shen Qishan and Gu Zuo get out of the carriage, stretch their backs, and stand in front of a stall on the side of the road to buy steamed buns to eat.

  "Are you hungry?" Xiao Yuan asked Brother Yun'er: "There is a seller of breakfast over there." He took money out of his sleeve and gave it to him.

  "I still have some." Brother Tu'er didn't answer, put the book aside, picked up his robe and jumped out of the car.

  Gu Zuoxian saw Xiao Yan coming over slowly, and greeted warmly: "This meat bun is unpalatable, a lesson from the predecessors, don't be fooled again." ”

  Xiao Yun gave him a hand, didn't say much, and went to the breakfast stall by himself.

  After a while, Gu Zuo smiled and asked, "What did you buy?" ”

  Xiao Yun pretended not to hear it, and walked straight to the carriage, Gu Zuo snorted twice: "This Xiao Sheng, his ears are not good!" ”

  Raising his eyes, he saw Shen Qishan looking at him thoughtfully, and couldn't help but ask strangely, "What's wrong?" ”

  Shen Qishan smiled: "It's not that Xiao Yun's ears are bad!" ”

  "What's that?" Gu Zuo asked.

  "It's your brain!"