Today is the day of great joy for Chen Changkong, the young master of the Chen family in Qinglin Town.

Far away, you can see the two big red lanterns hanging under the lintel, the two happy words jump up, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the guests under it are like the endless stream of water.

Under the gate stood a middle-aged scribe with three long hairs, his face was full of joy, it was Chen Wenruo, the master of the Chen family.

The Chen family is a scholarly family, Chen Wenruo's father and grandfather were the two generations of champions of the dynasty, Chen Wenruo, who has been deeply cultivated, is naturally not inferior to his father or his grandfather, he is the champion of the Han Dynasty for thirteen years, and he has been the leader of the dynasty for twenty years.

Although the Chen family is a scholarly family, Chen Wenruo's only son, Chen Changkong, does not like Wenmo and prefers to dance with guns and sticks.

The only son Chen Changkong sounded, and Chen Wenruo couldn't help whispering to the housekeeper next to him: "Ah Fu, go and see if the young master is dressed up, don't miss the time!"

The housekeeper Ah Fu hurriedly responded with a smile on his face, and rushed into the courtyard at a trot.

It is said that this family affair was still set by Chen Wenruo after drinking with another old friend who had a good conversation when he was a fellow acquaintance, and the old friend had returned to Qinglin ten years ago.

Although his only son Chen Changkong has never met this old friend's daughter, as far as Chen Wenruo knows, the little girl of the old friend's family, Fu Hongsleeve, has been a good girl in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and knitting since she was a child.

Now that the day of marriage has come, he is naturally overjoyed.

At the urging of the housekeeper Ah Fu, Chen Changkong finally came to the door of Chen's house wearing a red silk and red robe.

At this time, the wedding procession appeared on the street corner, and the sound of joy suddenly appeared.

Finally came to the door, a woman wearing a phoenix crown and a curtain came down from the sedan chair, Chen Changkong appeared and reluctantly took her hand and entered the lobby.

After the bow in the lobby, the guests have enjoyed themselves and then dispersed.

Chen Changkong drank a lot of wine that day, he had never been so drunk in the twenty years he remembered, he didn't want to obey his father's arrangement, and he didn't want to make his father gloomy, so he had this marriage.

And in fact, deep in his heart, there has always been a woman.

That year, he went to Yangzhou three times, and the fireworks in March was a good time, she sat on the boat and stroked the piano, and he played the sword on the deck.

Qingqing Zijin, my heart, I wish to have today every year, Qing's heart is like my heart, she will be called Zijin, Su Zijin.

At this moment, a strange woman sat on his bed, with a phoenix crown and a veil.

Forgotten in the foam, Zhaohua has passed away.

The moment he lifted her hijab, he couldn't help but be stunned, and the tear-stained face instantly overlapped with the shadow in his heart, and a wisp of pain grew.

"Zijin..."

Thousands of thoughts, hard to say.

Su Zijin rushed into his arms, and tears suddenly burst into the embankment.

It turned out that Chen Wenruo's old friend and daughter died prematurely, and it was a coincidence under the sadness, Chen Wenruo's old friend accepted Su Zijin as his daughter, and things in the world are unpredictable, either cause and effect, or chance.

In the second year after they got married, they had a son, Chen Yuan, and this name was used to commemorate their chance with each other.

Chen Yuan grew very quickly, from faltering to steady, when Su Zijin's fragrance faded, when Chen Changkong's white hair rose, Chen Yuan had become a young man.

In the third year of Chen Yuan's growth, he got married and married a gentle and quiet woman, in this year, Chen Changkong and Su Zijin couldn't help but look at each other, more like seeing themselves back then.

Another year, when Chen Changkong's grandson was born, his father, Chen Wenruo, suddenly left, leaving only one painting.

It took only one night for the hair between his temples to turn gray from gray, and he wept so loudly that his heart seemed to have been stripped of a piece of it, and that night he drank the most wine, more than the night before, and was so drunk that he couldn't wake up.

When he woke up, Su Zijin looked at him and said to him, "Take good care of yourself, otherwise I will feel sorry for you." ”

Chen Changkong's red eyes were still sad, and he hugged Su Zijin tightly in his arms.

Ten years later, looking at his grandson who was still playing by himself, he hugged Su Zijin in his arms and suddenly cried bitterly, Su Zijin left, leaving him alone in this world.

"I'm distressed, distressed, distressed, Zijin. ”

In the midst of crying, he hugged Su Zijin's body very tightly, very tightly.

This year, he had gray hair, this year, he saw everything very lightly, this year he carried the painting left to him by Chen Wenruo, said goodbye to Chen Yuan and left Qinglin.

Life and death are the norm, the only difference is that one is happy for a long time and the other is painful for a long time.

Ten years later, Chen Changkong's skin was wrinkled like old bark, he carried the painting back to Qinglin Town, this year, Chen Changkong was seventy-two, he was lying on the old locust tree in front of Chen's house, still looking at the sky and muttering to himself.

"In the past ten years, I have traveled to every land in Dahan and met many people, but I have never met you. ”

"In the past ten years, I have drunk every kind of wine produced by Dahan, but it has never tasted the same. ”

"At this moment, I am going to travel again, and I hope to meet you. ”

"Zijin. ”

His body became silent, as he said, and he traveled far away and never returned.

The picture scroll on his back was suddenly opened by the wind, and a handsome young man in an ancient robe looked at the sky and smiled all the time.

There was suddenly a muddy ghost on the Huangquan Road, he was full of white hair, his expression was vicissitudes, his eyes had not looked forward, and he had been looking around in a panic, trying to find the person in his mind.

Meng Po soup was drunk by him, and the image of the person in his heart was clearer.

However, the bridge was cloudy and windy, but it reminded him of the best bottle of wine.

Came to the capital city in a daze, and at a glance, he looked at the figure that haunted his dreams.

"Zijin..."

A whisper contained countless thoughts of pain and dreams, the figure froze, and the old shadow thoughts came one after another.

Su Zijin rushed into his arms, losing his voice in pain.

Because of her, she is going to be reincarnated, she is going to leave again, he has been searching for it countless times, and she is going to leave again.

After reincarnation, does she still remember a person named Chen Changkong?

After reincarnation, does she still remember that on Yangzhou Lake, she stroked the qin and he danced the sword?

After reincarnation, does she still remember the love and love that have been precipitated by the years?

"If you are reincarnated, I will look for you, if you are reincarnated, I will look for you, and I will look for you in my life. ”

Chen Changkong smiled at her, his firm eyes full of vicissitudes.

"Drink the bar, and drink the best drink from last time!"

They looked at each other and smiled.

"I just don't know if there is any wine that has been precipitated by that kind of time"

"Yes, how not, I have the strongest wine, the best wine, as long as you drink it, you will always have it!"

The sound of laughter and groaning accompanied the appearance of a young man, who patted Chen Changkong's shoulder and said with a smile: "Long time no see!"

PS: I wrote 2000 words for four hours, so tired.