It's late autumn.

The night rain is dashing, most of the chrysanthemums that bloom brightly during the day are withered, the grass and trees on the river bank are withered and yellow, and the eyes are full of ink-like darkness and sore.

The murky river roared and lapped the embankment, and in the drizzle, a pitch-black flat boat came like a sharp arrow in the wind.

The old man standing on the bow of the boat with a lamp hanging on the flat boat is already seventy years old, with a snow-white lining meticulous and without wrinkles, and an ancient Dongying dress with pure black brocade on the outside.

The jade belt around the waist shows the preciousness of the status.

On the face full of wrinkles, it is difficult to hide the solemnity.

He said coldly, "I haven't changed my original intention for twenty years, Daqi, Jiang Buyu, I'm here again." ”

He looked far away, and the Jinling City at the end of the rain curtain was faintly brightly lit.

Just like 20 years ago.

……

On the banks of the river, on the high mountains.

An old tombstone stands majestically.

The old man sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone, clothed in a wooden hairpin, with white hair.

He was holding a purple clay pot and sipping slowly.

When he smiled at the tombstone, he didn't have a sprinkling after years of precipitation, "It's been twenty years, and that dog thing has finally come to Daqi again...... I know, I know that one day, he will definitely come back. Twenty years ago, I let him go by mistake, and this time, I want to kill him and make amends for you. ”

Empty mountain tops, everything is a cold gray.

The tombstone is silent.

Only the autumn rain remained, and it was cold and refreshing.

In the gray and cold tones, someone came with an umbrella and a lantern.

The young man in Tsing Yi and cloth shoes stepped on the dry grass slowly, and the splashed fine droplets of water splashed wet the robe.

He walked behind the old man and bent down to place the bamboo basket in front of the tombstone.

In a bamboo basket, a pot of wine, a chrysanthemum, and a knife.

The old man raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "Boss, I said don't bring wine, what's the matter, you want a drunk man to help you take care of Banfeng Lotus?" ”

"Tsk, old man Jiang," Xiao Tingchen looked disgusted, "I don't know who is holding a purple clay pot all day long, and whether the pot is filled with tea or wine, do you think I don't know?" ”

"Little bunny!"

The old man laughed and scolded.

He stretched out his hand, the old fingertips caressed the tombstone, and the vicissitudes of life were full of tenderness, "When my wife was alive, she didn't like me to drink the most, and when she saw me holding the wine jar, she grabbed my ears and scolded me." If she saw that I was carrying wine with her to the grave, she would not be so angry that she jumped out of the coffin and scolded me to death? ”

Xiao Tingchen smiled, threw away the paper umbrella and sat down beside him, and poured two glasses of wine himself, "If you don't have wine, how can you kill your twenty years of hatred?" Old man Jiang, come, I'll drink with you. ”

Shoddy Huadiao old wine, half a dollar silver pot, astringent and difficult to enter the throat.

The old man who is not drunk after a thousand cups has only drunk two sips tonight, and it is difficult to resist the drunkenness.

He closed his eyes, leaned against the tombstone and murmured:

"Fenghe, Lao Tzu is drinking again...... You're going to jump out and scold me......"

The autumn rain continued.

Falling on the old man's face, the water droplets were vertical and horizontal.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

……

Descending cranes, Chen lanterns rain at night.

Su Jiu was lying on the edge of the window, his eyes reflecting the light and shadow in the garden.

In half a month, it will be the Xiangdao competition, and she asked herself if the level of the incense Dao is not inferior among the six people, and she should be able to choose......

"Miss," Bai Lu came in with a basin of water, "it's time to wash up and go to bed." ”

Su Jiu was about to get up, looked at the silver carved mask under his hand, and his expression couldn't help but become gentle.

Fingertips stroked the mask, and she cherished it under her pillow.

Bai Lu found it interesting and asked with a smile, "Miss sleeps with it every night, this is a very important thing for Miss, right?" Whose mask is it? ”

The little girl smiled shyly and did not speak.

Girl's heart,

can complain of night rain,

You can ask Chen Deng,

but not for outsiders.

，

See you tomorrow.