The shadow of the dead tree was reflected obliquely on the chessboard, and a son was lost.

The cake in idle attire slept comfortably on the trunk of the dead tree, and the scattered people under the tree held their cheeks, pinched the white seeds, and remained silent to the chessboard.

The cake didn't seem to be able to stand it for a long time, so he shook his arms and quipped: "Brother Sanren, it's been two hours with the little brother." Let's settle down, after all, I'm older, so as not to worry about the girls in Gusu. ”

As soon as the words fell.

And a man fell from a tree, and there was a sad bread under it.

Of course, he was kicked down by someone's Dharma body.

"Then find something to do, and the apprentice of Jianxi will enter Xinghua Temple. Wait a minute, protect some. ”

"And let me do things for you!" The cake rubbed his buttocks and said viciously: "It's not authentic, it's disrespectful to the old, it's not martial arts, it's good to do it yourself!" ”

The sun is gone, and the shadows of the trees are dappled.

The white-clothed chess player only raised his head slightly, squinted, his brows seemed to be a little wrinkled, and said coldly: "Girl? ”

"Then let's talk about martial arts? Pointing out? ”

Point? Obviously, he just wants to beat it unilaterally, so Uncle Biscuit doesn't want to do that ramming!

The clouds weren't bad enough that day? It took two weeks for the little white face to subside, but it made the Qinglou women in Gusu tear a handful of sympathetic tears, and even the sound of the pipa was dyed with some sad sounds.

It doesn't matter if you're King Kong or not, just get beaten.

Knowing the gap, how can a man be forgiving?

The cake stood with his arms crossed, and the momentum suddenly condensed, and the green muscles were dense and violent, but he stepped back and said loudly: "I just respected the teacher, don't force me, I think I was also a Buddha when I opened the flowers in the Buddhist door!" At your age, it's better not to fight. ”

Who knew that the scattered people patted the chessboard, as if applauding, and the white piece hung firmly above Tianyuan, like a king in the dust.

"That's going to have to be calculated."

"It's been more than ten days, and I want to cut you for a long time." He got up and straightened out his white clothes, patted his clothes lightly with his hand, and sneered: "Fight!" Why don't you fight, change the way, you can't let the young people lose their vitality and have a little more courage. ”

Thinking of my daughter again, it's been more than ten days! Still gritting his teeth.

With the rhythm of the hands rising and falling, they fall together, as if patting away the dust.

Reopen the world, where is still a small town for two people.

This is a sea of flowers, this is the chessboard world of scattered people.

It's like in a dream.

The dead tree is right in the middle of this world.

The two looked at each other, across the side of the pond full of flowers.

Ben still wanted to ridicule the two-sentence cake with his sleeves and fart, helpless. The picture of the fish is better than the chessboard of the scattered people, and finally falls.

Danqing's handwriting, trapping the enemy at his own expense.

It's a pity that today, there is no sound, that is, it is clear that you are invited to enter the urn.

I was helpless to be "invited" into the cake of the inner world, and simply picked the two flowers around me, I don't know the name, but I am simple.

The flower has two petals, and there is only one flower in this sea of flowers.

He gently closed the two flowers and put them in his hair. For beauty, the cake is the most delicate, and the long hair is scattered and a little bewitching.

Boring.

The scattered people are lazy and lie down, and there are bluestones breaking through the ground to support their bodies, and their boots are not stained with dust, fluttering like fairies.

He only said lightly: "Cakes, they won't be able to sell baked cakes soon." Anyway, you kid is so idle every day, do you really think you can beat that little chilling cicada? ”

Cake scratched her head and wanted to reply: "What if you can't beat it?" The wind was tight. ”

But after all, he pulled his mouth and said informally: "Or I'll kill the orange boy first and ask a big free Jizo Bodhisattva, grab the rhubarb and come back to get married, and then kill the cicada alone, and then come back to sell baked cakes, and don't delay." Sanren, you will become my father-in-law, and you can't be a brother. ”

He also squinted his eyes and rubbed his hands, looking proud.

"Oh, that's a good idea, but before then, you're going to die." Sanren looked at the cake with a smile on his face, with the compassion of an old father.

The flowers of heaven and earth, according to my mood, never wither.

It's better to be honest when the sheep is in the mouth of the tiger.

Sanren cushioned his hands, leaned on the right side of the stone, and said word by word: "I beat you to death." "It's very clear, murderous.

The flowers bloom silently on the stone, and there is some fragrance.

The cake that had just reached out and was about to steal the flowers again couldn't help but collapse his face, and he pulled both sides of his face to make a bitter expression and said: "No, in this way, I really want to have a fight with that Jiang son-in-law, but he is a noble prince, I am just a waste second prince who was taken away by someone, and I can't complain about others." ”

He played the little woman's resentment, and even reached out to pick off the flowers around him, threw them in the air, and sprinkled the petals all over the sky, as if white paper money was sprinkled one after another, seeing him off and burying him cleanly.

How boring it is to fight, it is better to accompany your brother to brag and tease the girl.

It's a pity that the fish are not here today, otherwise you can really touch the scattered people.

"Oh? Waste the second prince, at least I agree with the first two words. The scattered people waved their hands, and the pure aura of heaven and earth flowed down the sleeves of their clothes towards the pond.

Only the source of living water comes.

The light is magnificent, and the aura is contained.

Cake didn't care, pouted and said, "If someone feels ashamed of this prince for the ridiculous things back then, he should compensate for some personal treasures, unique moves, or how to get to the Nine Realms quickly." ”

"With the incomparably broad mind of Prince Ben, since he can accommodate the sisters who left Huai, of course he can tolerate someone's mistakes back then."

Sanren is still smiling, all as a fart.

The long hair on his forehead was scattered, and he pinched a few strands of cake and played with it in his hand, and said for no reason: "I really can't beat Jiang Son-in-law's stinky brother?" The look in his eyes seemed extremely sincere.

What fights is a breath.

Sanren clapped his hands, straightened his waist, sat on the bluestone and shook his legs, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I really can't beat that door Shenxuan?" "The look is equally sincere.

One is talking nonsense, the other is talking nonsense.

At least in the history books, I would never dare to omit the crazy scholar who held a child and burned the Three Sects Scripture Pavilion and laughed at the imperial city with a pot of turbid wine.

Let some petals sprinkle on the surface of the water, stirring up waves and waves, and the water marks are round.

The scattered man pointed to the pond and motioned for the cake to look closer.

The water in the pond is very clear, reflecting the clouds of this heaven and earth.

The cake moved slightly, and the water looked at it, and the lotus blossomed in his eyes. Water is a mirror of heaven and earth, and the Buddha cannot see the Buddha.

Through the water, the Spirit Eye caught three small fish swimming around carefree, sometimes diving alone, sometimes playing in groups, and it seemed that there was nothing out of the ordinary.

The expression of the cake slowly became solemn, and there was a blue fish with a light glazed color and a peach blossom mark in the center of the eyebrows. It is obviously different from the other two fish, it is the quietest when it is alone, even a little deadly, and it is the most emotional and the most happy when it is together.

It is different from them, he is different from them.

The fish-watchers laughed.

The peach blossom fish slowly floated to the surface of the water, but suddenly jumped up, stole a petal of the flower, and then shook its tail and sank into the pool, splashing in all directions.

The people watching the fish were still laughing, laughing even more wildly.

"No wonder you asked Xu Luoshan to go to Beiyang City to shoot a sword, it turns out that under the rules of the world, he can only cross the lake once. interrupted the incense on the battlefield of the Northern Dynasty, rescued his son-in-law, and forced Jian Lao to open Jinling City with his disciples, taking the opportunity to break the rules of the three sects. There were still some times in the First War between the North and the South, and the immortals did not come out, and the next thing was the battle for the throne between the Wu family and the Chu family. ”

A chess piece falls into the water, shattering the view of the eye, like a broken Liyue.

……

……

It's still the familiar attic, or the familiar chess player under the tree.

No matter how high the mountain gate of the Wu family is built, it is still this seemingly down-and-out scattered chess piece.

Wu Wei is really a Confucian genius?

Only the cake was sitting intently on the roof of the thatched house, thinking.

Tell you to lie to my daughter! How big is the heart of an old father?

Fate is wonderful and lingering.

Sometimes it's long, sometimes it's small, sometimes it's on the eyebrows, sometimes it's in the cave room, it's all personal.

The cake skillfully jumped off the beam, turned his back to the scattered person, put his hands behind his head and said: "The price of pork has risen recently, and you have to add money to deliver the baked cake at night!" ”

Sanren was still smiling.

"In addition, bring another baked cake for the Xie family doll, and I'm going to leave the temple."

That Bodhi is alive again.

It turned out that it was you, Xie Wenliang, who pulled out the sword.

Obviously with his back to him, he couldn't see it, but he knew what the reaction would be. With a familiar smile, the cake didn't dare to look back, and trotted all the way out of the attic.

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I didn't pay attention to the cake just now, not counting the chess pieces on my fingertips, there were already one white and two black pieces on the chessboard, and White seemed to be alone and walked north.

The hand of the chess piece is very steady, but after all, it falls, and a piece falls in the side corner of the board, far from its king.

Who knows, there is another herring in the pond, which is weak, wooden and even a little dull compared to the other three fish.

Return to the world of flowers.

The scattered man lying on his back bluestone closed his eyes, his clothes were half-undone, and his wide sleeves were casually spread on the stone, and he sang softly:

"I was originally an idle person in the courtyard of the acacia flower,

Full of wine,

Sitting by the small pond and watching the fish,

Raise eyebrows and live a lifetime. ”

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There was clearly no wine, but he was completely drunk.

After a while, the sound of sleeping snoring sounded leisurely.

A dream of yellow sorghum, who in this world envy the pseudo-immortals in the sky?

Only between breaths, the dead tree suddenly sprouts, sprouts, blossoms, withers, swaying, and returns to loneliness.

The scattered people don't notice or don't want to notice.

The locust blossoms that suddenly bloomed on the tree fell asleep, and the people in the dreamland were full of hair and sideburns. Years may rub away the edges and corners of a person's youth, but they can't take away his full of flowers.

The sea of flowers is swaying, and the immortals are drunk and lying.

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[I really like this short poem by Mr. Shen Lihuai, who is popular in ancient literature, because I don't know if it's a man or a woman, so I use Mr.] It doesn't matter, the important thing is that I think it's beautifully written. Since it is a quotation, mark the source and respect it. ]