The New Year in Gangnam is very lively.

On the second day, Su Jiu changed into a new jacket and took Lu Cunwei to leave Wuyi Lane and go to Sanfu Street.

The relatives can be regarded as admitted, and she has to lead her brother to pay New Year's greetings to her uncle.

The prince from Chang'an City is rare to see anything.

"If you want to say that the rarest thing in Jiangnan is still a beauty." He shook the folding fan with a smile, "Little sister, tell me carefully, does your third sister have a sweetheart?" I fell in love with her at first sight yesterday, and I tossed and turned all night long, and I was really miserable......"

He was talking about Xiao Fengxian.

Su Jiu's face was expressionless.

Her half-brother is a living treasure.

If you don't go to the Goolan courtyard to sing songs, it's just humiliating.

Lu Cun was slightly displeased, "Little sister, you are talking!" ”

"The third sister has had a favorite person, and I wonder if she likes serious people."

"Little sister, do you mean that I am not serious enough for my brother?" Lu Cunwei knocked her head with a fan, "Between you and Lu Jiaoyi, I have identified you!" I'm so towards you, and you say I'm not serious? ”

Su Jiu avoided him, thought for a while, and asked softly, "My mother's current situation...... Isn't it bad? She shouldn't have recognized me, the only possibility is that she's seriously ill, or ......"

She didn't dare to go on.

The smile on Lu Cunwei's face narrowed slightly, "It's hard to say, you can find out when you go to Chang'an." Don't mention this, I heard that the fifth child of the Xiao family likes you? It's the one named Xiao Tingchen. ”

Su Jiu grabbed the hem of his skirt.

She thought about it for a long time last night, and she had to give up on Xiao Tingchen, she didn't dare not give up.

From the time he pampered his servants, from the time he killed the master with his own hands, there was an abyss between them.

No one can cross it.

Leaving Jinling and rushing to Chang'an is actually her best choice.

Lu Cunwei has been in the Fengyue place for too long, and he can see through Su Jiu's thoughts at a glance.

He laughed and touched the girl's head, "Zuo is just an official concubine, little sister, there are men in Chang'an City who are better born and more powerful than him, and my brother can introduce a bunch of them to you." The world is very big, Jiangnan is very small, and the girl in my Luguo Mansion must marry the best man in the world! ”

He has no shelf for a son.

Talking is brotherly and cordial.

Su Jiu immediately accepted this half-brother, and nodded with crooked eyebrows, "Brother, I don't like Xiao Tingchen, the one I want to marry must be the best man in the world!" ”

A "brother", sweet and glutinous.

It was Lu Jiaoyi who never gave Lu Cunwei a feeling.

The young prince smiled amiably, and conjured a big gold ingot like a trick, "Give, change your mouth!" ”

The brother and sister happily went to their uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings, and on the other side, Xiao Tingchen came to the suburbs of the city alone.

The grass is still the same.

It's just that the vegetables in the fence have long since withered, and a thin layer of ash has fallen in the house, and there is no one in the silence.

"Teacher?"

He shouted.

He searched inside and outside the cottage, but he didn't find anyone.

The young man sat on the steps in front of the cottage, "You don't have to be so serious about acting, right?" Could it be that Wu Song can still know that I killed a dead soldier and not a teacher? ”

From early morning to dusk.

The boy kept watch for a whole day, but he couldn't keep Sikong Chen.

His teacher seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he disappeared without leaving a single message.

The last touch of sunset was the robe of the young man in Tsing Yi slipping down.

His face was hidden in the darkness.

No, even if the teacher leaves, he will definitely leave him a hint and tell him how to go in the future.

Unless......

The thought that was hidden in the depths of my heart slowly surfaced.

Don't......

He didn't kill the dead,

But the teacher?

Xiao Tingchen took out the thin pipe and lit it with a fire fold.

The flame of tobacco was extinguished, and his calm face loomed.

He took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, his thin lips curling in a sarcastic arc.

How is that possible?

The person he killed was obviously a dead soldier, how could he be a teacher?

However, no matter how you try to do autosuggestion, that thought seems to take root in the bottom of my heart, not only can not be eliminated, but gradually flourishes.

He suddenly got up.

The grave that Su Jiu had worked so hard to get during the day was easily dug open by the young man.

He took out the corpse, examined it carefully by the moonlight, and felt his fingers on the corpse's face for a long time, but could not find any trace of the human skin mask.

Fingers began to tremble.

He looked around in amazement, and the dark woods in the distance swayed in the cold wind, like a group of demons, laughing at his incompetence and ignorance.

The world is so big, but he is alone, and no one can tell him the truth.

"I killed the teacher?"

"I, kill the teacher?"

The fair-skinned and beautiful face was hideously distorted, he took a few steps back, looked at his hands, and suddenly hugged his head and screamed!

The cry was miserable and desperate, like the roar of a wild beast.

When he was young, he was an unfavored concubine.

In the cold winter, he squatted on the side of the street, silently watching other children running around on the long street, silently watching the children behind the window holding books and shaking their heads and reading Zhihuye.

He was hungry and waited for the twilight to greet his grandmother, and then took the opportunity to have a full meal in her yard.

Others look forward to the slow passage of time, but he hopes that the sun will sink in the west a little earlier.

In the hungry cold, an old man in a snow-white shirt came with an umbrella.

He was born with a kind eyebrow and good eyes.

He bought two large meat buns and put them in paper bags, sat on the steps next to the little boy, and deliberately shook the paper bags at the tip of his nose, "Do you want to eat them?" ”

Xiao Tingchen rolled his eyes, and his voice was milky, "The poor are not fed." ”

The old man laughed, "Where did you hear that?" ”

Xiao Tingchen pointed to the opposite window.

Behind the window, there was a big fat boy reading.

Xiao Tingchen snorted proudly, "He read the Book of Rites over and over again, I can memorize it, and he still stutters and can't read well, it's really stupid!" ”

"Oh? You carry it and I'll listen to it. ”

"What's so hard about that!"

Xiao Tingchen raised his chin, and sure enough, he recited it word for word.

The old man appreciated it very much, "It's so powerful, it's better to come to Jinling Academy to study." I'm the master of the academy, and this hand is for you, and it can help you get rid of the shackles. ”

"Jinling Academy?" Xiao Tingchen pouted, "What the hell is that place, can you provide meat buns all day long?" ”

"Hahaha, of course you can!" The old man smiled and gave him the paper bag, "Study hard, and in the future, you will be the master of the world, so that the children of the world can be warmed and fed, okay?" ”

Xiao Tingchen rolled his eyes again.

But tsundere should be good.

The night is like ink, and the lonely grave is messy.

Xiao Tingchen knelt in front of the grave, deeply mired in self-doubt.

The moon was desolate, and he reburied the body and staggered back to the grass house.

He lit all the lamps in the cottage, overthrew one of them, and let the oil pour out.

Tongues of fire gradually devoured the lantern and climbed up the entire grass house.

A raging fire burned before his eyes.

It's like burying a piece of the past.

The boy was about to leave, but he was sharp-eyed to find that the two twin orchids in the corner of the yard were missing.