The storyteller pulled his little granddaughter in front of Xiao Yu, sighed and said:

"My granddaughter, who has no parents since she was a child, can only follow my grandfather to make money, but she can barely get by, but the little old man has been getting dizzy and weak recently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Grandpa!" The little girl looked up, and there was a sparkle in her eyes.

The old man patted her hand and continued:

"It's just that as my granddaughter grows up day by day, there have been frequent ruffians coming to disturb me recently, if I go, what will she do?"

"Just in the tea house, I see the son's heavenly court full, his eyes are bright, his bearing is extraordinary, and it is rare that he has no arrogance, so he wants to entrust his granddaughter to his son, if he does not give up, it is good to be a maid by his side."

“……”

Xiao Yu said he was a little confused.

I'm just saving someone casually, why did I suddenly jump into the drama of "Tuo Gu", this script is wrong!

"This ......" Xiao Yu hesitated, in all fairness, he naturally didn't want to bring a little girl by his side, after all, he was not from this world, there would always be a day when he left, just looking at the little girl's biting lips and gradually turning white, the words of refusal came to his mouth, and he really couldn't say it.

But at this moment, a magnetic man's voice sounded:

"Collect it! Wouldn't it be nice to take it back and clean your little building? ”

Xiao Yu turned his head and saw a very distinctive man squeezing his eyebrows at him, looking at him from a distance, as if he had four eyebrows on his face.

A man has only two eyebrows, but why does he have four?

Just because the two whiskers on his mouth are as neat and beautiful as his eyebrows, they can be regarded as his other two eyebrows.

Even Xiao Yu has to admit that this is a man with a very "taste", please note that this taste is not the other taste, in fact, if a man does not apply grease and powder, there will be no other smell on his body except for the smell of sweat.

This person is not tall or thin, neither fat nor thin, and his appearance can barely be called handsome, but he is far from fascinating thousands of girls, but he has an unforgettable feeling at a glance.

This is undoubtedly a very special man.

Behind him, there was a man and a woman.

The man is a monk in a monk's robe, with a ring scar on his head, his hands folded in front of his chest, kind eyebrows, and a smile.

And the woman is a big beauty, her eyes are like autumn water, her eyes are like morning stars, her temples are like clouds, her body is graceful, her melon seed face, willow eyebrows, her lips are very thin, and she has a heroic and heroic spirit.

There is no need for Xiao Yu to guess, the friends in the live broadcast room are already talking nonsense-

"Four eyebrows? I bet on a pack of spicy strips, there is definitely no one left by Lu Xiaofeng! ”

"Tsk, I just don't know if Lu Xiaofeng's spirit rhino finger can compare to Teacher Damu's golden right hand."

"Hey, what are you talking about upstairs? I don't understand. ”

"Upstairs, you're enough, when you say that, I can't look directly at Lu Xiaofeng anymore!"

"By the way, does anyone know who that beautiful woman is? It's beautiful. ”

"Capture a Royal Sister! Get in the ball! ”

“……”

Xiao Yu is now more and more suspicious of his identity.

It is obviously not easy to make Ximen Blowing Snow look sideways and let Lu Xiaofeng call him a brother.

He was hesitating how to talk, and Lu Xiaofeng, who had four eyebrows, had already stepped forward and grinned:

"The flowers are all over the building, and the moon is gone, how can your eyes be good? Could it be that you have made another breakthrough in your medical skills, so that others will not be allowed to step through the threshold of your small building in the future? ”

Xiao Yu didn't care about the ridicule in his words.

Instead, the focus fell on the three words "Huamanlou"!

Flowers are all over the building.

The smell of flowers fills the building.

The fragrance of flowers fills the building, and the leaves are full of flowers.

"This identity is really ......" Xiao Yu grinned, a little crying and laughing.

Although I know that most of the identities arranged by the system are relatively important roles, it is a pity that a character like Hua Manlou is replaced by himself.

Hua Manlou, the seventh son of the Jiangnan Hua family, the family is rich and rivals the country, and he has been blind due to illness since he was a child, but he is still full of hope for life and full of love for people.

To put it simply, this is a man with a strong personality.

A gentleman, gentle as jade, is a person like him.

Facing Lu Xiaofeng's doubts, Xiao Yu rolled his eyes and smiled:

"That night I stood in the wind, smelled the fragrance of the flowers from the distant mountains, and walked with joy. Before I knew it, I walked into a valley, and suddenly I felt a strange fragrance, and I was hungry and thirsty, so I ate the fruit, and then my body seemed to be soaked in warm water, and my eyes were tingling, and after a night, I found that I could see the world clearly. ”

The monk frowned sadly and folded his hands: "The donor's words are not true. ”

Xiao Yu was already a little sure that this monk was an honest monk who specialized in telling the truth, and he liked to play the most witty, so he shook his head with a smile and said:

"Because I'm full of flowers, but it's not me."

"Say so much, do nothing." Lu Xiaofeng didn't think about it so much, his friend recovered, what he wanted to do was to congratulate, not to get to the bottom of it, after all, everyone has unspeakable secrets.

"Let's go, let's drink!"

Xiao Yu naturally won't shirk it, as for the little girl and the storyteller, just entrust it to Lu Xiaofeng later, I believe that with his connections, they will definitely be able to arrange them properly.

Because the main pomp of Baiyun City entered the city with great pomp, there were almost no pedestrians on the street, which can be called an empty alley.

So Xiao Yu and the others easily walked out of the West City Gate, and not far away was a clear Lishui, passing around the city and flowing gently.

There are many willow trees planted by the river, most of them are hugging each other, the breeze blows gently, the willow leaves are swaying, and the flags of the tea houses and wine shops under those trees are also gently swaggering.

The air is moist, there is fog and rain lightly, although it is not a spring in March, but it also has a special taste.

Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile: "In this situation, how can you have fun without wine?" ”

It just so happened that there was a wine shop on the side of the road, and three or two tourists were drinking slowly.

Several people entered the wine shop, asked for food and drinks, and sat opposite each other.

I don't know when there was a silk drizzle in the sky, the smoke and rain were like sorrow, everyone's eyes looked out of the window, but they saw the smoke rising from the river, the smoke and rain were like silk, and the silk thread connected the lake and the sky.

On the river embankment, a woman in white clothes and satin with a plain face, with a little girl ring, stopped and waited.

There happened to be a scholar passing by, and when he saw this scene, he gave his umbrella to the master and servant. However, due to the lack of contact with women, he looked a little clumsy, which caused the little girl to hide her face and chuckle.

The young lady still took the umbrella of the beautiful scholar, then got on the boat by the river, stood on the edge of the Wupeng, and stopped to look back.

The eyes of the two sides met, and the woman's face flew red, and she was shy, beautiful.

"What a watery woman!" Lu Xiaofeng exclaimed.

The heroic woman, looking at the umbrella on the shore, said for the first time:

"That woman is rare in innocence, but that scholar is also very cute."

Only the honest monk clasped his hands together and told the truth, "After all, it is a dream bubble, and there is no time to meet." ”

Looking at the river again, the boat went with the waves, and the young lady was also indefinite, only the scholar stood under the willow tree, looking out from afar, silently gloomy.

Xiao Yu couldn't get used to the monk's sharp mouth, and immediately said:

"Meeting is fate, why is there a period?"

The honest monk asked rhetorically: "Since there is no time to meet, why did we meet?" ”

"I have a word, please comment on the monk."

"Listen up."

Xiao Yu said leisurely:

"Five hundred years ago, there was a scholar who met a young lady by chance, although it was just a glimpse, but it will never be forgotten."

His sincerity touched the Buddha, so the Buddha asked him: I can let you see each other again, but even if you do, you can't speak, you can't speak, how about it?"

"The scholar bowed his head and thanked him: I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, just begging her to pass by the bridge."

As soon as these words came out, the entire liquor store fell silent.

Incarnate a stone bridge?

Blown by 500 years of wind? Five hundred years of sun exposure? 500 years of rain?

How much determination and perseverance does it take to do this? But this kind of resolute heart is only exchanged for a one-time pass.

It's just that after passing, there is nothing else to ask for.

This feeling is not romantic, but it is so profound.

These few words are like an awl piercing into the heart, and it is difficult to pull it out.

It's so deep, it's so hard.

The honest monk was slightly stunned, and shook his head with a smile:

"Affection is only for ruthless suffering, that is, you can't get along with each other, why not forget each other?"

"Who says ruthless?" Xiao Yu changed his words and said, "A thousand years ago, there was a young lady who traveled ......"

Although it was only a beginning, it had already caught everyone's ears, and even a free and easy person like Lu Xiaofeng had a melancholy look on his face and listened attentively.

Xiao Yu said leisurely:

"Unexpectedly, it rained heavily, and the young lady was trapped under the tree, and happened to meet a white-clothed scholar who gave an umbrella, which will never be forgotten."

So she prayed before the Buddha just to see her again.

"Her sincerity touched the Buddha, and the Buddha appeared."

"The Buddha said that you need to practice for 500 years before you can see him, but even if you see him, he will not know you again, do you regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Five hundred years later, the scholar met the young lady again, and it was unforgettable, so he made a promise to become a stone bridge, willing to be beaten by the wind and rain for five hundred years, just to see each other again."

The wine shop was very quiet, and the needle drop could be heard, only Xiao Yu said calmly:

"You think 500 years is a long time, but you don't know that someone has been waiting for you for a thousand years."

The woman beside Lu Xiaofeng spoke, her voice trembling: "It turns out that the woman has been waiting for a thousand years to see the scholar again?" ”

The crowd was silent.

The story is short, as short as two sips of tea.

This story is so long that I can't finish telling or reading it for a lifetime.

Some feelings can always fall in love at first sight for a lifetime.

Some waiting, you can ask for the silent expectation of return.

The honest monk's face changed, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, got up and solemnly saluted Xiao Yu and thanked him: "The little monk has been taught." ”

Xiao Yu pouted and ignored him.

Hit the edge, huh? As a joker, I am afraid of you, a monk?

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and asked, "You came this time to fight between Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng?" ”

Xiao Yu nodded: "Such a grand event, naturally I don't want to miss it." ”

"But didn't you say you don't like to see people bleed to death?"

Xiao Yu smiled slightly and said, "So, Hua Manlou is me, and I am not Hua Manlou." (To be continued.) )