When people concentrate on one thing without distractions, time always flies.

A day goes by,

Two days passed, and when the third day came, it rained in Licheng, and the rain fell on the green tiles, and flowed from the tile ditch to the bluestone slab in front of the house, splashing one after another.

Countless splashes of water merge into streams on the streets, flow into rivers through drainage ditches, and then go farther away, or are steamed into soda by the sun on a long journey, and return to the blue sky again to become white clouds, waiting for the next opportunity to turn into raindrops again, or gentle, or violent.

Or enter the sea after passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, that blue and vast world,

No matter what the ending is, they all come to this world after all and never disappear.

The rain drenched the petals, and those summer flowers turned into mud.

The rain wet the leaves, making them greener.

People rarely go out on rainy days, and there are only a few tea customers in a teahouse called Smoky Mountain in Licheng, and the rain wets the street and people's interest in drinking tea.

A girl in yellow sang softly to the accompaniment of an old man playing the huqin: "...... , turning into a parting relationship...... , a loneliness by whom, counting the preface, is always light...... Repent of not keeping ...... properly. ”

Singing in a low voice, turning a thousand times, like the eyebrows of the distant mountains, the singing voice is like crying and complaining.

It turns out that this is the taste of lovesickness? It's just that I haven't even said a word, and others are considered light, at most: it's just my own lovesickness.

After singing the song, the teahouse remembered the sparse applause.

There are not many tea customers.

The old man's voice sounded in the girl's ears: "Girl, if you really want to, go and see him." ”

The girl is the girl who sings in Wenshui City, and it didn't take long for the girl to lose a lot of weight.

Go and see, yes, I really want to see it, haven't I seen it many times in my dreams?

"Grandpa, don't go, I'm fine. The girl forced herself to smile.

It's just a smile, full of bitterness.

What if you see it, it's just to increase your troubles, but it's more lovesick.

But the clouds meet the wind, but the fish, the birds looking up at the sky, my shadow, reflected on the lake where you live.

The wind is a disaster for the clouds, and how can birds live in the lake.

If I don't see you, it's just my own business, and if I do, it's two ...... Personal matters, so, it is better not to see.

The girl's heart tingled, as if it had been pierced by something, and the pain made the girl weak.

"Grandpa, let's go. The girl said to the old man.

Alas, the old man shook his head and sighed. ......

"Good, good, good," the brocade-clothed boy stroked his palms and laughed: "The girl sings a good song,"

The boy in brocade waited for the applause of others to speak before speaking, and the voice spread throughout the teahouse.

"See the mountain in the lower Sima,"

"Today, I am fortunate to listen to the girl's fairy voice, which is really a blessing for three lives. ”

Sima Mingyue is dressed in a wide robe, with a handsome face, and his sleeves are neatly arranged between his words, and he is indescribably romantic.

Several tea guests let out a sigh, thinking that Sima Nan must be a big man in Licheng.

He threw a silver ingot on the plate in front of the old man's table. "Dare to ask the girl's name, where is the fairy town?"

The girl in yellow was already sad, she didn't speak, and she didn't look up at the boy in brocade.

The old man didn't speak, nor did he glance at the silver ingots thrown by Sima Jianshan.

Sima was a little embarrassed when he saw the mountain, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and the whole person looked cold.

Seeing that the master didn't like it, one of the entourages behind him walked out and shouted, "That girl, my son-in-law is talking to you, are you deaf?" ”

A retinue in Tsing Yi walked out and stared at the girl and the old man: "What is the identity of the son? It is your creation to meet the son today, and Ming'er is happy to wait for the son, glory and wealth, and the gold and silver treasures are not what you want? ”

"What is the identity of your son-in-law?" the old man lowered his head and wiped the huqin with an old cloth.

"What is the identity of my son-in-law?" said the Tsing Yi attendant with a sneer.

"Gongzi is the young master of Sima Mansion, Duke Sima's favorite little grandson, what do you say is the identity of my son?"

Duke Sima, Duke of the First Rank of the Empire.

Duke Sima is a kind person, usually repairs bridges and paves roads, and opens warehouses to help the people in the years of famine, and the people of Licheng know that Duke Sima is a great good man.

Doing good deeds can make a duke, although the duke of the empire is not as powerful as the duke of the holy city, but it also shows that there are many good deeds and great good deeds.

Duke Sima was able to do these good deeds, of course, because he was extremely rich. As for the extent to which the Sima family is rich, no one can be richer than him in Licheng anyway, it is said that his dukedom was canonized by His Majesty the Emperor personally after donating a large amount of silver to the imperial court in a certain year, no one knows the amount of silver, and later the empire got through a huge difficulty at that time because of that silver.

Duke Sima has a reputation as a good man, and no one has ever doubted the origin of his family's wealth. is also because the Sima family is doing all honest business.

Others don't make much money doing these businesses, but the Duke's Palace can accumulate a huge fortune by doing these businesses, and no one knows why.

Sima Jianshan has been smart and clever since he was a child, long and handsome, and he is well-behaved and sensible in front of his grandfather, which is deeply loved by the duke.

If it was in the past, Sima Jianshan would have laughed at most when he encountered this kind of thing, but today when he heard the song of the girl in yellow and saw her sad appearance, he couldn't control himself as if he was scratched by a cat's paws in his heart.

is just a singing girl, if the girl in yellow is gone, it will be a big deal to give her grandparents and grandchildren endless glory and wealth.

If not...... , in front of him Sima Jianshan, there was no disobedience to two words.

So he sipped the tea beside him, and did not speak, believing that these attendants knew how to do it.

The retinue in Tsing Yi lowered his voice: "Old man, you now know the identity of the son, let me tell you, the son has a crush on your granddaughter, as long as you are interested, you will naturally enjoy the happiness in Sima Mansion, and in the future, we will have to rely on your kind words in front of the son, if you are not interested, anyway, where can you go in this whole Licheng? After all, it is a result, toasting is always better than punishing wine." ”

In the public court, he is not easy to use, but the coercion in his words is obvious.

"Duke Sima is famous, and his descendants are like him?" the old man still didn't look up.

"Other young masters are naturally not like this," Tsing Yi's entourage saw that the old man finally spoke, and his heart became happy, if this matter is done, the reward is naturally indispensable" The most beloved of the old duke's grandchildren is Young Master Jianshan, and Young Master Jianshan is young, he has already served in the Privy Council, I heard that he is also very appreciated by the imperial generals, and the entire Duke's Palace, hopefully, is on the body of Young Master Jianshan. ”

If you have money, you will want to mix in the officialdom, and in the final analysis, the duke is only a title and a status. But he doesn't have any real power.

The old man stood up and didn't say anything to the Tsing Yi entourage, nor did he pay attention to Sima Jianshan, took the hand of the girl in yellow and walked towards the staircase.

Sima saw that Shan Tie's face was blue, and he waved his hand to stop the entourage, thinking about what kind of identity he was Sima, but he was so ignored today.

But he handed a look to the Tsing Yi entourage who had just spoken, and he was doing things, and Sima Jianshan was very relieved.

After the girl and the old man got out of the teahouse, the old man took out a green umbrella from the package on his back, and the backs of the two quickly disappeared into the rain.

The sky and the earth were full of misty rain, and the rain drenched the streets and the hearts of the girls.

The old man wanted to get angry.

......

When it was raining in the whole Licheng, there was only one place where it did not rain, to be precise, the huge umbrella made of white clouds pulled by the scholar covered the rain falling from the sky.

Everyone in the academy was immersed in the world of books, and the weather in this world naturally did not affect them, whether it was sunny or rainy.

The weather can not affect the place of Duke Sima's mansion, the rain is very heavy, the flow on the street has formed a stream, but it can't extinguish the fire, the fire has been burning from the afternoon to dusk, and then to dawn, all night, no matter the heavy rain from the sky or people fighting the fire in the rain to no avail, before the fire Sima Mingyue just returned to the house, all the things in the hall that can be broken were all broken, the maid and the servant stood tremblingly and waited, his mother, The aunts were talking to each other warmly with the main house, who had just married a few years ago, and the duke was walking through the courtyard accompanied by an old servant with an umbrella.

The fire burned without warning, unhurriedly, like goods on the counter of a shop for people to see, or a warning.

The fire didn't start in a certain part of a room, it was the whole house that was enveloped in fire in an instant. The fire was raging, mercilessly engulfing the huge and luxurious mansion, and the Duke didn't even have time to do anything, and the moment he was engulfed in fire, his eyes showed no belief rather than despair.

The moment the fire ignited, the pieces of ancient jade hidden in the house turned into powder in an instant, and the spiritual energy in the sky above the courtyard fluctuated for a while, and a sound of the formation shattering came out.

The fluctuations of the vitality can only be felt by the practitioner, and the sound can only be heard by the practitioner.

The aura that had appeared that day rose to the sky again, and soon came to the Duke's Palace, and then left at a faster speed.

Just because when they arrived at the Duke's Palace, an old and indifferent voice sounded in everyone's head: "Stay, or die!"

The voice carries a defiant condescension and absolute relentless indifference.

A will that ignores all beings, cannot be questioned and cannot be resisted.

In a few breaths, a middle-aged man who usually had a good relationship with the duke hesitated, and the fire seemed to be extinguished by him, yes, the fire rushed towards him as if it had life, and the middle-aged man was dragged into the fire before he had time to struggle, and he was silent before he could scream.

This is the burning of oneself.

These auras were all very powerful, and they were undoubtedly standing at the pinnacle of this world in the era when the saints were not visible.

But the middle-aged man is still like a piece of paper thrown into the fire, and like an ant at the foot of an elephant.

They are like this, not to mention those ordinary people and soldiers who carry water to fight the fire, the fire that cannot be extinguished by the rain, the powerful cultivators cannot extinguish the fire, and they can only splash the water into the fire in a meaningless basin, doing futile and meaningless things, but fortunately, these ordinary people did not die.

At dawn the fire slowly went out, and there was nothing left in the original house except a pile of ashes, even the masonry turned to black ash, and the fire burned nothing, nothing burned. Strangely, the surrounding houses did not suffer the slightest loss, and even the grass on the ground next to the disappeared wall of the Duke's Palace was still so green and gently swaying in the rain.

The populace could not understand this phenomenon, and those who could explain it were silent.

Maybe some people are not afraid of causing trouble, but no one wants to cause trouble, because if you provoke fire, you will inevitably burn yourself, and the middle-aged man is an example, not to mention that he only hesitated for a moment.

The fire was extinguished, and the heavy rain wet the ashes, and then washed the ground into innumerable strange shapes, among which it was not known that those were the ashes of the people, and the ashes of the wood of the building, and that a large mansion and the great wealth gathered in it were reduced to dust in the fire.

Because of the rain, the people in the Duke's Mansion did not go out, and most of those who took care of business outside were hired from outside, and a small number of the descendants of the Duke's bloodline who held secrets also died violently when they were angry, and the best work of the court could not find out the cause of death.

After careful calculation, more than 300 people up and down the Duke's Mansion were not survived, and the well-known Duke Sima's Mansion was extinguished by a fire. Some people regret that it is those who usually have dealings with the duke. Someone grieves, it is the relatives of the dead middle-aged and those who have received the favor of the duke.

But in a small alley there is a small bookstore owner who is clapping his hands, and in many remote places there are people clapping their hands, and these people all have one thing in common: that is, poverty.

In the west and south of the city, where the poor live, there is a middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground, with a stick of incense lit in front of her, her calloused hands folded on her chest, and countless tears on them, and she is worshipping the sky: "God, you have finally opened your eyes......." Looking up, his face was full of tears. In the room with water leaking on all sides, the middle-aged man stood in front of a spiritual seat and whispered to himself: "Child, retribution has finally arrived, and no one will bully you over there anymore...... Rest in peace. ”

There are quite a few such scenes, and they also have a common characteristic: sadness and despair.

They were all very stubborn, or should be understood as stubborn, and some even had a very glamorous past. It is the kind of person we often say is like the stinky and hard stone of the thatched house.

Because of this fire, some people regret, some people are sad, some people are happy, and some people are comforting the dead. It's also a paradoxical mystery, like this fire.

But it doesn't matter anymore, this fire took everything, whatever it was.