The white horse passes through the gap, and time flies.

Winter goes, autumn comes, one year, another year.

Flowers bloom, flowers fall, year after year.

.….….…

The most successful in the past two years is Liu Sisi.

There is no obstacle in the return of the geese to the city.

Ji Guangwen invested 600,000 silver in the name of Ji Ningshuang.

Strong support for the trade market.

Originally, the commercial tax on entering the city was 5 percent, but in the first year, those who entered the Siwei trading market only charged 2 percent of the value of the goods.

The remaining 30 million shares were sold by Liu Sisi to the shops and small chambers of commerce that entered the Siwei trade.

Siwei has set sail.

The wild goose returns to the city, north of the city.

Nearly 100 acres of land, hundreds of stalls are leased.

The trade market is full of people and lively.

From time to time, large transactions are generated.

Everything is going well in Yangui City, and Liu Sisi has set the next target in the imperial capital, not the nearest Shiling City.

She had an idea, if it was a deal negotiated at the Siwei Trade Market in Yangui City, could she take the bill of lading and go directly to the capital to pick up the goods.

In the past two years, Siwei has not paid a single dividend, but it is worth saying that the price of Siwei's shares has doubled.

And no one sells it.

.….….…

Twelve bandits.

It is also known as Wei XII.

It is the twelve bandits who have traveled around Lingshan in the past two years.

Although they are bandits, they do not harm travelers, porters, and ordinary chambers of commerce.

Instead, they singled out bandits everywhere.

As we all know, most of the thieves are retainers of the Chamber of Commerce.

Therefore, all the chambers of commerce hated these twelve bandits.

Several searches were carried out, trying to rob and kill these twelve people.

But these twelve people are just like flying flocks, and there is no trace.

Twelve.

Steed Eleven.

A gray donkey.

"Little Twelve, you donkey has changed."

As if he understood human words, the donkey called out to the speaker: "Son, son..."

Urging the horse to know that the donkey is human, he patted the donkey's head to shut up the gray donkey, and then said: "Brother Eleven, no, this guy is a thief." ”

.….….…

Chaocheng Mountain Country, with east, west, north and south, divided into four corps.

Lingdong Legion.

It has been nearly two years since he joined the army, and he is still only a soldier.

In recent years, Lingshan has been quite peaceful.

There are no opportunities to make a difference.

However, the folding is not in a hurry, just like Dapeng waiting for the wind to rise.

In addition to daily training, the contents of the sleeve are recited every night.

.….….…

In the past two years, Lingshan's strength has not increased again, and there is nothing unusual about the Enlightenment Star.

In the past two years, Chen Bai seems to have disappeared into the sea of people, and there has been no news.

However, the matter of retreating from the world is becoming more and more intense.

There are also more and more voices looking for Chen Bai.

There are even rumors in the market that Chen Bai has become a half-saint.

.….….…

It's the first snow of the year again.

In the capital, the city celebrates, sings and dances.

It is the only city without walls.

It shows the bearing of the Shushan clan.

From the royal palace to the border village, it is a jubilant scene.

Except for Shushan Academy.

Shushan Academy, it's a holiday.

If the academy is large, the rest of the people are in twos and threes, allowing the snow to fall on the branches.

.….….…

Shushan Academy.

Built on a low hill.

It is dozens of miles away from the royal palace and close to a border village.

The intention is to watch the court and live up to the field.

At the bottom of the mountain, step up the ninety-nine steps, climb the front ground, and see the academy.

.….….…

College Square.

The length and width are tens of zhang.

The surrounding forest is deep and the bamboo is long.

There is a side room in the corner, which is specially prepared for those who clean the foreground.

.….….…

Wei Mou, wearing a hat, plain clothes, and white-soled cloth shoes, stood in front of the academy and shouted in front of the house:

"Little old man, the first snow today, let's go to the city together."

Now in charge of sweeping the front floor of the academy is a little old man.

I was recruited to the academy half a year ago.

Give an illusion. No gray hair on the head does not enter the side house.

The little old man is the title given to him by everyone in the academy, but because of this, half of his head is green and half is white.

The hair is blue and white.

The body is simple and slightly withered.

But he looks young, and he is only about twenty years old.

Then. The door to the side room opened.

Chen Bai walked out with a broom.

Now Chen Bai's eyes are still bright, but his face is pale and haggard, and his body is thin and weak.

It's not the first time Wei Mou has come to find Chen Bai.

Chen Bai looked at Wei Mou and nodded, which could be regarded as a greeting, and then said, "I'm sorry, I still have to clean up the fallen leaves and snow." ”

Wei Mou scoffed at this: "If you sweep it, it will fall again."

"Anyway, the academy is already on vacation, so just clean it up the day before school starts."

Chen Bai shook his head when he heard this, disagreeing with this statement, picked up the broom and began to sweep it slowly.

"It's my job." ”

Seeing this, Wei Mou shook his head helplessly, and said, "I look at you, how do you look like a little old man, obviously an old man, without any energy. ”

"Forget it, I'll go by myself and come back to you for a drink in the evening."

.….….…

On the day of the first snowfall, the snow will continue to fall.

The leaves are yellow, and the snow is unbearable. In the end, he broke off his attachment to the branches and fell to the dust.

Chen Bai's movements were very slow, very slow, and very light, for fear that he would startle the snow and disturb the fallen leaves.

Snowflakes fell on his head scattered, layer upon layer.

Chen Bai still bent over and lowered his head.

Sweep forward little by little.

It's like scribbling a love letter on the snow that can't be sent, and there is no recipient:

Late rain, and the first snow again.

The lucky bag you gave me, I put it close to my chest.

Because, I guess you live in my heart.

The snow in the capital is no different from the return of the wild goose to the city.

It's all white, it's all a little cold, it's all full of distractions.

If I had to say different, it would be the absence of you....