The autumn breeze bathes, caressing the fragrance of rice flowers.

The sun is thin, and the smoke is all over the world.

The old farmer in the field slowly stood up with his waist on his back, and the golden afterglow of twilight reflected on his dark, ravine-like face. Tilting his head and drinking the bad wine from his waist, he looked intoxicated.

The bluebird crossed the fields, crossed the babbling streams, and crossed the mountains with their peaks and peaks.

The river meanders and the breeze waves. At the end of the corner, a house of green bricks and green tiles stands outstanding, and it is spotless.

The melodious breeze is fluttering, accompanied by the breeze blowing the leaves of the camphor tree, and the leaves are fragrant in autumn.

A woman leaned on the railing to look at the autumn colors, although her face was pale, but her spirit was still healthy. Ever since she had a secret conversation with Master Qu Yao, she had been arranged to recuperate here. Mr. Qu Yao also promised that he would arrange the resettlement of the displaced people in Chuzhou as soon as possible.

She returned to the dresser, the woman in the bronze mirror was gentle and lovely, she caressed her heart, still faintly painful. made his eyebrows frown slightly. But in an instant, she burst out laughing. What a lovely pair of brothers.

He thought of the scene he had just met with the robbery of Ning, and the little rabbit cub actually teased her and asked her to be the daughter-in-law of the robbery. Scold! It's really unbelievable.

I'm a well-known little seven in the rivers and lakes, what about you? What about playing?

Shen Ning, who was far away in the inn, suddenly sneezed, and he wondered who was cursing him. Looking at Makio's bed, where the clothes were neatly folded, Makio didn't return all night. He thought about the things of the day, and thought of Xiang Xiaomo's vigorous martial arts. finally said in a low voice: "Who rarely calls you sister-in-law, almost gave me a cold heart, and lied to me all the way." Ay... Some regretted saving her. It's not my daughter-in-law who robbed the house. Lost... It's a loss..."

Far away, the beauty is yellow on the mirror appliqué, and people are even more worried!

There was a knock on the door of the courtyard house, and Xiang Xiaomo looked at the door with his cheeks. Sure enough, although Xiang Xiaomo did not answer, the man still opened the courtyard door by himself.

Dressed in white, he gently shook the folding fan like an immortal.

Mr. Chang'an smiled and nodded, he pointed to himself and said, "After I am busy with the business at hand, I will come to see you, hey... I'm really afraid that the national teacher will blame me."

Xiang Xiaomo turned his head, the gentleman is good on the beam, and the villain laughs at the villain. That's not a good thing. What about the national teacher? The rotten executor is just guarding the single-plank bridge alone, begging others to cross the sheep intestine path. It was really tiring and boring to guard the magnificent avenue back then.

Xiang Xiaomo said: "Tell me about robbing that kid." I don't want to pay attention to your business for now, um... Just think of it as if you gave me a vacation, after all, I have died once, even if it is a great kindness, it can be regarded as half of it, right? ”

Mr. Chang'an looked at her slender and weak appearance, and felt a little distressed for no reason. He pointed to the courtyard pavilion and said, "I brought a small red clay stove, please drink?" ”

Xiang Xiaomo looked at Mr. Chang'an blankly, and his eyes were actually a little red. He asked tremblingly, "Find... Got it? ”

Mr. Chang'an nodded and sighed: "It took a lot of effort, but as you judge, he has indeed ascended to the immortal." If possible, the Ministry of Rites should build a mountain temple on Xiaoyao Mountain, and His Majesty the Emperor has already approved it in red. It's up to those people to choose."

Xiang Xiaomo was silent for a long time, and finally got up and said gently: "No matter what, thank you, at least let me know that he is dead" She said the word death very seriously. It was disrespectful, but with that unstoppable tear overflowing his eyes and dripping down his pointed jaw. Who would blame this beauty with pear blossoms and rain.

Sit in the pavilion and look around. Climbing on the withered vines covered with canopies, the withered leaves have already fallen, leaving only one or two in the autumn wind.

Mr. Chang'an lifted the wooden box he carried with him, gently took out the small red clay stove, blew on it, and the charcoal at the bottom of the small red clay stove burned slowly. Smoke wafted up.

He took out a small porcelain bowl, placed it on it, and poured a glass of water. After a while, white smoke rises, clearing the fog and riddles people's eyes.

He placed a small jug in the water, which he called warm wine.

Xiang Xiaomo stared blankly at the small red clay stove that was warming wine, and he remembered a poem his father wrote for him at the end. In a trance, he seemed to return to the day of separation.

At the foot of the mountain, the farewell pavilion.

For some reason, the crying in the farewell pavilion today is constant.

The thin little girl sat on her knees, praying over and over again for the man in front of her not to leave. He called out to his father. Slender fingers gripped the corner of the man's pants.

The man looked up at the twilight in the distance, the sunlight that was about to disappear between heaven and earth, did he ever think about how all things could live without sunlight? Maybe he just felt that he would come back and not be so sad and sad.

But the man is really sad, how will his only daughter live if he loses him again?

Suddenly, on the other side of the hill, a fiery horse neighed. The thunder of the snare drum shook the sky. In the distance, wolf smoke rose from the post, and countless wolf smoke rose. In the afterglow of the setting sun, it was as if the sky had been divided into countless parts.

He bowed his head and lifted the girl up, and placed a letter in her palm, on which was written his proud.

It's just that in the end, he still left resolutely, and the robe behind his back was bright red and elegant. The heart-rending cry of the little girl behind her...

Xiang Xiaomo raised a glass of liquor and said sonorously: "I don't envy that high-ranking official, I don't have to worry about food and clothing." ”

Mr. Chang'an also raised his glass and sang loudly: "I don't envy the wine and meat of the Zhumen, I drink it alone." ”

Xiang Xiaomo laughed and said, "You show off that cold winter fire dragon lying around the house"

Mr. Chang'an shook his head and said with a smile: "I personally picked up firewood and red clay stove fire."

Xiang Xiaomo stood up, he looked at the mountains in the distance: "Spring is coming, I am fishing by the river." Three feet can ensure that you don't go hungry for a day. If it's seven feet! That's good! Two days at home to drink"

Mr. Chang'an also stood up and looked to the east: "Summer comes, I take a rest in the forest, and the snow-white elk is not afraid to lie around."

Xiang Xiaomo closed his eyes and gently embraced the breeze: "The night is long, the stars are shining, the transverse flute is in hand, play a new song!" ”

Mr. Chang'an read kindly: "If you say that autumn is coming? Hey! There is fruit in the forest, and there is a river under the mountain. Three or two young chickens lie on the grass behind the house."

Xiang Xiaomo thought about the lost relatives and said sadly: "Winter comes... The snow-swept forest and mountains are covered in silver, and the small river under the mountain is frozen like a dragon passing around the house. ”

At the end they sang in unison: "I have a red clay fire!" I have a stack of firewood! I have spirits to toast to myself! ”

Xu was drunk, Mr. Chang'an threw the folding fan aside, lazy and lazy, he said: "Mr. Liyang's "Liyang Song" really feels comfortable and relieved when I read it. Xiaoyao Mountain is worthy of being Xiaoyao Mountain, and Mr. Liyang is really a chivalrous guest of the ancients! ”

Xiang Xiaomo watched the curtain fall, and it was like this that day.