Xiao Tuan walked out of Liuya Lane and continued to walk forward, the sky was dark, this was the east gate, around a small Qinhuai River.

He walked to the center of the bridge and saw a shrine dedicated to the god of the river, and the dust in front of the case was full, but there was no incense ash to be seen, and it was obvious that it had been abandoned for a long time.

He bowed with his palms together, got off the bridge, walked along the river, the willow branches were dipped in peach blossom water, and the branches chirped on the shore, and there was no awning boat moored, and he looked around, although the lights of every house were red and yellow, but the gate was closed, except for the carriage hurrying by, there were no pedestrians.

There wasn't even a single prostitute standing on the street.

The thin smoke on the river surface was blown away by the summer wind, and a full moon swayed in the water, and a wild cat whimpered twice, and slipped past his feet.

Suddenly, I saw a small boat on the shore, and in it sat a woman of seventeen or sixteen years old, wearing a white shirt and a blue skirt, holding her cheeks and looking at the moon, and the fire cabin was steaming, and the fragrance of stewed fish went straight to the bottom of her nose.

She turned her head sideways when she heard the movement, her face was pale, her eyebrows were delicate, and she had a delicate and weak charm, like the daughter raised by a wealthy family from a very high family, and she didn't speak when she looked at Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun had never eaten dinner, and his stomach was gurgling, so he asked, "Can the little lady give a bowl of fish soup to eat?" ”

The woman replied, "It's not yet ready, so you can wait a little longer." ”

Xiao Yan found a stone bench on the shore and sat on it until the fish was ripe, and after a while, the woman asked him again: "This master, can you meet my father who went to buy rice?" ”

Before Xiao Yan could answer, he heard a loud voice behind him: "When you meet, let me bring you a message!" ”

Xiao Yan looked at it in surprise, and said who it was, it was actually the young man named Yan Dixia who had a relationship in Canglang Mansion, with a backpack on his shoulders and a long sword at his waist, although he was dusty, he was not tired, and his eyes were shining.

The woman raised her hand and brushed her sideburns, pursed her lips and smiled, "What did my father say?" ”

"If others can't hear it, I need to go on the boat and whisper to you." Yan Dixia didn't look at Xiao Dixia.

The woman replied, "Don't bluff, what is there to see when a father talks to his daughter?" ”

"Do you want to listen or not? Don't let me go. Yan Dixia was still smiling, but she was about to leave.

The woman hurriedly belched: "Wrongdoer, I'm afraid of you, and I won't come to the boat yet." ”

Xiao Yan was suspicious in his heart, and saw Yan Dixia go straight to the shore, jumped easily towards the cabin, and landed in front of the woman, and hugged her.

"Alas, how can you be so reckless as a young man." The woman pushed and twisted around with disgust, but she wanted to refuse and welcome, Yan Indixia actually hugged her to her lap, and the woman reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, quite intimate.

Xiao Yan stood up and planned to leave, but this fish soup was estimated to be inedible.

Suddenly, the woman screamed, "What are you going to do?" The people of Radhu couldn't breathe. ”

He turned around sharply, and saw that the two of them were entangled like twisted maltose, Yan Dixia didn't know what she was holding in her hand, like a mirror with a white light, and when she heard a "poof", they turned over and fell into the river, the water splashed, and the boat shook wildly.

Xiao Yun took two steps to the shore and stepped into the boat, picked up the penny and paddled in the water for a while, but to no avail, and the river calmed down again, as if the scene just now was just a phantom he saw.

Think of the fish soup that was being stewed in the fire cabin, the stove was dark and cold, and the surroundings were filthy, apparently an abandoned ownerless ship.

He sat in the middle of the boat and waited for a long time, the fog on the river was getting deeper, and after the moon was hiding from the clouds, a gust of wind passed, and his eyes were much darker.

Xiao Yan was about to go ashore when he suddenly heard a loud noise, and a white wet hand stretched out and clinged to the rafters tightly.