The April snow north of Daze did not cross the 800-mile Daze and fell on the land of Huangliang.

It's just that maybe there was a certain chill, or a certain while, the sword intent from Nanyi City, with those winds that swept towards the south, crossed the green mountains, crossed the Moque and the White River, and fell in the capital city located in the south.

It happened to be a woman hiding from the drizzle under the green eaves with red lanterns in the middle of a long street.

Li Qinghua just looked up at the sky.

The chill fell on the corners of her brows.

Maybe it's a drop of water, maybe it's a touch of wind.

The cold touch suddenly reminded her of a young man in white far away in the south.

"Is that you?"

Li Qinghua raised her hand and stroked the corners of her eyebrows, muttering softly.

What is the story of the South?

Li Qinghua thought very distractedly.

The drizzle under the eaves was like a curtain, so she seemed to really become a woman waiting behind the curtain to return.

But she is the one who leaves, and she is the one who waits.

Li Qinghua lowered her head and looked at her own appearance reflected in the puddle where a certain stone slab had accumulated under the stairs.

She had already walked a long way, all the way from Nanyi City, through Moque, across the White River, to the false capital of Huangliang.

So this girl, who has always been soft and weak, has a somewhat haggard face.

Li Qinghua watched quietly, and then laughed.

She has collected a lot of stories.

When Zhang Xiaoyu comes to her, she can talk to him slowly.

So those haggards were also unfolded in that smile, like a touch of moonlight.

There is no moonlight in the puddle, but there are a lot of lights.

It's like there are a lot of small red flowers blooming on the ground.

Li Qinghua raised her head, this April drizzle was slowly subsiding.

The burden on the side looks a little deflated.

The hat that was originally used to shelter from the rain was in the White River, but it had been taken away by the great river flowing with light clouds.

Fortunately, there has been no rain in the rainy land of Huangliang recently, so Li Qinghua did not buy another one.

It wasn't until she came to this fake capital that it began to rain lightly, which made this woman, who had planned to take a good look around the southern capital, had to hide under the eaves.

Li Qinghua looked up at the world.

The fake capital seems to be much livelier than Nanyi City, and it seems to be much quieter.

The woman in the blue and white dress thought for a long time before she remembered that there was a missing voice.

The kind of sound that exists in Nanyi City, day and night.

Suppose this is Nanyi City.

Li Qinghua pulled the burden in front of her, leaning against the wall behind her, her eyes gentle but also shining with thoughts.

Suppose this is Nanyi City.

Then that Sword Sect disciple must be wandering around the streets with Su Guang at this time, and when he wants to play cards, he is not afraid of the rain.

So I walked in the drizzle, laughed and said hello to those familiar card players, and then found a noodle restaurant to eat a bowl of noodles sprinkled with shallots, and then began to look for a certain card restaurant, and went in to play all night.

Li Qinghua didn't know how to play cards before, which is a very rare thing in Nanyi City.

Sometimes she happened to see Zhang Xiaoyu, and she would go to sit in the card hall with him, and slowly she would go.

She didn't play her cards well, and she wasn't bad.

It's a shame.

If she plays her cards well, then she can definitely help Zhang Xiaoyu win back a lot of money.

If she plays her cards badly and looks cute and stupid, it may also be a very distressing and cute thing.

But she didn't.

So the mediocrity becomes mediocrity.

This is a rare regret for Li Qinghua.

Li Qinghua thought while looking at the people walking by with umbrellas and stepping on the rain on the street.

The scenery of sorghum is really different.

It's not just that the green mountains are more delicate, but also that people's clothes and customs are different.

Although Nanyi City is the southernmost city in Huai'an, because of the existence of that piece of Daze, people rarely see any real Huangliang people.

But it's not the same here.

Li Qinghua was very naïve and amazed.

Zhang Xiaoyu, look, here are all Huangliang people!

If Zhang Xiaoyu was here, she would definitely feel very stupid again, and then turned her head and said-Huangliang must be Huangliang people, otherwise can it be Shika-Naruto?

Li Qinghua is certainly not stupid.

It's just that sometimes, she wants to show some very cute looks in front of her sweetheart.

Like sometimes she pretends to play the cards to a mess.

But people like Zhang Xiaoyu can naturally see it at a glance.

Whether it's playing cards or pretending to be stupid.

Zhang Xiaoyu is a disciple of a certain grand temple in the north, and he is also a disciple of the Sword Sect in the city.

No matter what kind of identity he is, he is a young man who is praised by the world.

Of course Li Qinghua knew these things.

Zhang Xiaoyu plays cards on weekdays, but sometimes when she pulls Zhang Xiaoyu to some quiet alleys in Nanyi City, Zhang Xiaoyu will sigh, and sometimes she will be in a daze, just like a lost wild dog, squatting on a certain step, looking at the sky very melancholy, and then said to Li Qinghua - how good do you say I am really just a person who is addicted to playing cards.

That was the only time Li Qinghua could touch Zhang Xiaoyu's head.

But Li Qinghua doesn't like this kind of picture, because Zhang Xiaoyu is sad and sad like that.

She prefers to touch Zhang Xiaoyu's head by herself, and the young man in white shook off her hand again, stood up very chicly, and continued to walk staggering in the alley and laughing.

Of course, people like me should leave their names on the history of the world!

When Li Qinghua thought of this, the gentle light in her eyes also came alive.

Yes, of course, people like Zhang Xiaoyu are radiant.

He was just a little blue flower, trembling at his feet in the wind that lifted his white clothes.

Maybe shake your own seeds.

Maybe shake your own joy.

Li Qinghua hugged her burden, tilted her head and thought with a smile.

That's great, too!

As a result, even the rain that is clearly clear and easy to make people sad has become lovely.

Li Qinghua leaned against the wall and quietly watched the rain slowly disappear into the night.

The glow of the lamps that had been highlighted on the rain was deposited in the puddles of stone beneath his feet.

Li Qinghua raised her hand and stretched out under the eaves, there was no rain, but the wind and cold of April were blowing on the bustling long street.

"Smack."

Li Qinghua walked into the long street of the fake capital at night.

The robes of the Huangliang people always seem to be so wide. This made Li Qinghua, who was walking on the street, feel as if they would wear clothes at any time, and at those solemn rituals, they began to dance the sacrificial dance of the gods.

But it's actually a very old thing.

It's just that in Li Qinghua's self-imagination of the other side of Daze, they all seem to be like this.

Li Qinghua imagined that kind of picture, holding the burden and smiling very gently.

If it were someone else, then this kind of laughter must be very flamboyant.

But Li Qinghua is a soft person.

So even if you think about that weird and funny picture, you can laugh gently.

Li Qinghua smiled while walking casually along the long street.

The wind was wet, the corners of the eaves were dripping, and the people holding umbrellas who had not yet realized that the rain had stopped walking in a hurry, so the streets were filled with the sound of rattling and clicking—if there was a sound of the years, then it must be the sound of people walking hurriedly avoiding the rain.

Li Qinghua smiled and looked at such a picture, and suddenly felt very sorry.

It would be nice if Zhang Xiaoyu was here.

Such a hurried but quiet picture may make him feel less sad in his heart.

Li Qinghua walked by herself, and then came to the Willow River.

This long river, which is much gentler than the Nanyi River, is said to flow from the imperial palace.

Along the river there are weeping willows, there are green eaves and white walls with lanterns, and there are narrow and narrow stone paths along the river.

If it's a drizzle, the light of those open lanterns in such a hazy picture must be beautiful.

Li Qinghua thought so.

Maybe it's the reason why it grows in Nanyi City.

Li Qinghua also likes that kind of hot stuff.

Soft people certainly don't just like soft things.

Blue and white are cute, but red flowers are also amiable.

Li Qinghua walked quietly under the alley wall along the river.

Sometimes there are small boats in the river with the sound of oars.

Li Qinghua quietly watched the boat go, perhaps thinking of the boats on the Nanyi River again.

It's a long way off.

Li Qinghua chuckled softly.

Then the laughter stopped abruptly, and the soft woman looked ahead in alarm.

Ahead, in those nights, in all the enchanting and painful nights.

The man who had been very good pounced in pain in the twisted night.

All good things.

It's always easy to be torn apart in the night.

......

"March has passed." Yao Ji walked down the long street with her hands behind her back, looked up at the flourishing lights that lit up the night, and whispered to herself, "So what should you be called?" ”

"Is Liu April, who is no longer gentle and loved?"

Yao Ji lowered her head and stopped at a puddle where a girl in a blue and white dress had stayed.

The world in the water is very warm.

It's just that.

Yao Ji, Yao Ji.

"How could you want to see such a cruel story?"

Like a little girl who had done something wrong in her life, Yao Ji crouched down on her knees by the brightly lit puddle.

Very gentle and guilty, he said: "But how could I do it on purpose? ”

......

On the night of April 3, 1003.

Those stories related to Nanyi City.

Someone who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, was sent by a boat to a certain mountain.

Some people wander the world and do not know where to go.

Someone dressed in white and bloodied heading north.

There are also people who go to Huangliang and get drenched in a painful rain.

.....

Somewhere in the middle of the flat river that crossed the mountain and moon castle.

In the distance, there are green mountains lying quietly, there are long rivers walking away, there are low wind and smoke, and there is morning light.

Nearby, a river of tiny wildflowers bloomed along the road with morning dew.

The little Taoist boy with pigtails and blindfolded eyes took the Taoist's hand and walked slowly on the trail.

Perhaps it was too boring to walk like this, Xiao Daotong looked at the faint light that came through the cloth, looked at the calm back of the Taoist, and then said softly: "Master, are you really called a divination operator?" ”

Bu Operator said calmly: "No. ”

"And what's your name?"

Bu Operator seemed to be silent for a moment, and then said softly, "My name hasn't been used for a long time. ”

"Why?" Xiaodao Tong Wang Xiaohua seemed to be a little puzzled.

Bu Operator said softly: "Because in that name, there is blood, betrayal, and a painful past. ”

Wang Xiaohua took the Taoist's hand, tilted her head to listen, and felt that those words seemed to be very heavy, so she shook the Taoist's hand hard.

Perhaps this is comforting.

The Taoist was silent for a while, so he said softly, "My name is Xie Chaoyu." ”

"Is it a trick to attract the ears?" Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.

The Taoist said softly: "It is the morning when the cold rain comes and the wind comes late in the evening." ”

Wang Xiaohua, who grew up under the green mountains, couldn't understand which dynasty character it was.

But she nodded.

There is no need to ask the word rain, she already knows.

So it seemed that there was really a morning rain, and those tiny raindrops fell on the top of Wang Xiaohua's head - because the pigtails of the fortune operator, who claimed to know everything in the world, were tied too tightly, and a thin white slit was exposed on the top of Xiao Daotong's head.

So the coolness is very clear.

"It's raining."

Xiao Daotong thought it was very wonderful.

Just now she was talking about the morning rain, but it was really raining, so she seemed to know which morning it was.

It is the morning of the morning.

Bu Operator stopped, as if looking at the flowers and plants in Pingchuan in front of him.

"Yes." Bu Operator said softly, "I'll go find you an umbrella." ”

Wang Xiaohua felt that Bu Operator's hand was loosened, and then walked forward.

"Is there an umbrella around here?"

Wang Xiaohua didn't know where the fortune operator had gone, so she shouted loudly.

"Yes."

Bu Operator's answer was very calm, and it sounded not far away, so Wang Xiaohua calmed down and squatted down with her head covered by the road.

What color are those flowers?

Wang Xiaohua thought like this, she couldn't see it, but she could smell the faint fragrance of flowers beside the road.

Is it a little daisy?

But daisies must come in a variety of colors.

Wang Xiaohua covered her head and thought boredly.

Then I heard the voice of the divination operator, which came from not far away, very calmly.

"Why do you bring two umbrellas?"

Then another voice that sounded young and gentle said, "Because I think it's going to rain." ”

Wang Xiaohua thought to herself, it's going to rain, what does it have to do with bringing two umbrellas?

She wanted to ask, but she was a little scared, so she covered her head and squatted there quietly.

The raindrops were still falling slowly, and it was very cold.

I don't get cold.

The voice over there continued, and it was the young voice that continued.

"And I thought I might run into you, so I brought two umbrellas."

I see.

Wang Xiaohua nodded, a little curious, how did he know that he would meet us?

Wang Xiaohua hoped that Bu Operator could ask, but Bu Operator didn't ask, just said calmly: "I thought that no matter whether it rained or not, you wouldn't bring an umbrella." ”

At this point, the conversation is still a very common thing.

But when the next sentence of the young and gentle voice came, Wang Xiaohua couldn't understand it.

"A person like me who conforms to all things naturally doesn't know how to use an umbrella, so these two umbrellas are brought to you."

There seemed to be some rustling in the distance.

Maybe it was the fortune operator who took the two umbrellas from that person.

Wang Xiaohua felt that the rain seemed to be heavier, but Bu Operator still didn't seem to have any plans to come back, because she didn't hear the footsteps.

But the two didn't seem to say anything more, perhaps in relative silence, guessing each other's intentions.

It took a long time before the young voice laughed and walked towards Wang Xiaohua.

Wang Xiaohua cautiously moved towards the fragrance of flowers on the side, but she still did not avoid being touched by the person.

This man is so annoying.

Wang Xiaohua thought so, but heard him talking as he walked.

"When will you be able to count your final three-foot fate?"

Bu Operator said calmly: "I don't know. ”

"That's a shame."

The man seemed to have gone away.

Then Wang Xiaohua heard the sound of the fortune operator walking back and stopped beside Wang Xiaohua.

So Wang Xiaohua heard the sound of rain hitting the umbrella.

Bu Operator stuffed the open umbrella into Wang Xiaohua's hand, then took her other hand and continued to walk forward.

Wang Xiaohua walked for a while, and suddenly found that she only seemed to hear the sound of an umbrella being hit by the rain, raised her head and asked, "Master, didn't you have an umbrella?" ”

Bu Operator said calmly: "I don't have an umbrella either. ”

"Then why did he bring two umbrellas?"

Wang Xiaohua was puzzled.

Bu Operator was silent for a while, and said softly: "Because he wants to know whether I am the one who wears an umbrella or not." ”

Wang Xiaohua's head was a little confused.

"Then Master should be someone who doesn't wear an umbrella like him?"

Bu Operator said calmly: "I can also be an umbrella person." ”

"Oh."

In fact, Wang Xiaohua still didn't understand.

The two walked on the road for a while, and the rain did not last long before it stopped.

Wang Xiaohua still held the umbrella, because she felt that she might really catch a cold.

Then she remembered what the man had said before leaving.

"Master."

"Hmm."

"What is fate?"

Bu Operator stopped, maybe he was quietly looking at the world, maybe he was looking at Wang Xiaohua.

Wang Xiaohua didn't know. But in such a hazy feeling, she seemed to understand a little.

Probably that's what anything is possible?

Then she heard Bu Operator say softly: "Fate is that when you go out, you feel a little chilly, you look up at the sky, and you think it will rain today, but you are very hesitant to bring an umbrella to go out, because you are only going out for a short time." That rain may fall on the road, or it may fall after returning. ”

Wang Xiaohua understood this time, maybe because of her own feelings, or maybe because Bu Operator said it very easily this time.

"Then I'll definitely go out with an umbrella." Wang Xiaohua said, "In that case, isn't fate something that is easy to see?" ”

Bu Zhuanzi laughed softly, took Wang Xiaohua's hand and continued to walk forward in Pingchuan after the rain stopped.

"Yes, with an umbrella, you are not afraid of rain, but ......"

"Maybe it's not necessarily raining?"

......

The first volume of the umbrella under the man.

Finish.