Soon after Su Sanzai left, the boy had not yet gone to the township school, he said that Mr. Cui was not in the school, he believed it, and he was going to talk about it later, so he sat back under the old locust tree, and the old monkey was not there, so he could only be stunned alone.

A few years ago, when the old drunkard had just passed away, it was probably the worst time for the teenager to start his own memory, before the old Liang Tou, who was the former watchman of the town, got up from the bamboo chair and walked out of the hut to wave to him, the seven-year-old boy sitting under the bronze bell was in a daze and kept thinking about a question in his heart, that is, if he was like those who had died, would he not have to go hungry?

Even before the tea kung fu at the moment when Lao Liangtou beckoned to him, he actually felt that he might never need to get up from under the old locust tree again, and the only thing that the little boy who was only seven years old at the time was a little worried was that if he closed his eyes and swallowed his last breath under this old tree, would someone still come to collect his body?

If no one cares about him, it naturally doesn't matter, the four words that the old drunkard often says, "falling leaves return to the roots" probably mean this, right? It would be good to help the old locust tree that had shaded him for several summers with some fertilizer, even if it was to return the care it had been taking care of.

Can... What if someone manages? Will the person who came over and bury him think that he was in trouble? Will he take him away, and at the same time he will curse and scold a few words, saying that he is a lonely ghost that no one wants, and he will trouble others when he dies?

At that time, although there was no rumor in the town that he was a lonely star and a hard life, the old drunkard had a bad temper, and he didn't find a few friends who had friendships, and it was true that more than 30 people died before he was picked up, so the young man had experienced what it meant to be "terrible in words" since he was old, so although he was young, he was already very afraid of bothering others, and he was even more afraid of being pointed at by others...

It's just that the dizzy little boy at that time no longer has the strength to go out of the three miles again, go to the edge of the old drunkard's grave and wait for death, and later he was not embarrassed to mention it to Lao Liangtou, when the old man walked out of the hut and beckoned to him, he even thought that the old man would say "If you want to die, die far away, don't block Lao Tzu's door!" ”

There may be two more words at the end, bad luck!

Fortunately, what happened later was not what he thought in a daze.

In this world, it is never surprising that someone speaks ill of each other, but whenever someone occasionally says two good words from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't even need a gentle tone to make the person who listens to it think about it from the bottom of his heart for a long time.

Time flies, and now it has been six years since that scene, the first three years he followed Lao Liangtou to eat a mouthful of food, and the last three years he ate with Hou Junchen, but in the bottom of his heart he understood, that sloppy man is actually the same, not at all lacking the bite of food he served, not to mention anything else, just say how much the old husband paid back then, and how much the old monkey will take over, although he is not rich and expensive, but he is not hungry at all, so he has always been sloppy, A middle-aged man who hasn't even changed a pair of shoes for many years, in fact, probably just thinks that a lonely baby like him, if he can't say three words to people all year round, he may not be far from death, that's all.

From beginning to end, those three people, two dead and one alive, were all for his good.

Therefore, on the rainy night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when the red lotus sacrificial wine dressed in red appeared, the young man completely extinguished his half-left thoughts and wanted to leave the world.

Today's young man of the Chu family is very sorry for his life and is very afraid of death, but he is not afraid that he will not have time to take a look at this world again, he just doesn't want some people to owe a debt of human life, and in the end, no one will ask for an explanation!

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Just when the poor boy was in a daze, there was a young man dressed in white, with a long sword on his back, and a white paper folding fan in his hand, who came slowly from the west side of the town's East Street, with a warm face and a smile on the corners of his lips, looking at the young man under the tree, full of interest.

This white-clothed young man who once apologized to the young man in black in front of the Zhu Mansion on behalf of Yuanjia Sword Sect, surnamed Qiao, named Haoran, is as his name, Haoran is bright, bright and clear.

The young man in white walked closer, and saw that the young man under the tree had not yet returned to his senses, so he stood far away, while looking at the surrounding streets and courtyards, the old locust tree, and the old bronze bell hanging on the tree, while waiting for the young man to wake up.

Yuanjia Sword Sect has always been popular, the earliest from the hot-tempered Sword Sect founding patriarch, in the face of the Jianghu people, regardless of whether they are the same way or not, there is only one sentence, "When you meet the enemy, you don't look back, and you go under the table when you drink wine", but today, the white-clothed young man with the word "Haoran" in his name did not choose to mention wine here, because he was not very sure, whether the boy of the same age sitting under the tree would drink?

The young man in a daze under the old locust tree didn't know the intention of the visitor, but he was used to not bothering others, and he didn't like to make others wait for a long time, so he took a deep breath and retracted his thoughts, looked at the white-clothed young man with a smile on his face, and asked, "Something?" ”

The white-clothed young man on the other side shook his head with a smile and replied, "It's nothing, I'll visit the door if I have nothing to do." ”

The young man in white, who approached while laughing, pointed to the position on the side of the poor young man, and asked with a smile: "Can you sit?" ”

Chu Yuanxiao fixed his eyes on this peer who seemed to be different from some immortal teenagers he had seen before, and then glanced sideways at the position he was pointing to, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If there is no one, you can naturally sit." ”

Qiao Haoran was as good as a stream, turned around and sat on the ground, not caring that the overgrown and empty ground would stain his pure white cloud brocade robe that was as smooth as new.

Of course, a piece of clothing is nothing for a noble son of the immortal family from the Zhengsanpin Immortal Sect, and it may not necessarily cost money, but such behavior will never appear on the Ke Yuzhen of the Shuixiu Lake, nor will it appear on the Zhang Jinhuai of the Yunlin Sect, not that no one must be wrong, but treating people and things, looking at the world, what is said is not necessarily comparable to what has been done.

The poor boy looked at the unsluggish movements of the young man in white, raised his eyebrows again with interest, and just looked at him quietly without speaking.

Qiao Haoran smiled: "Need me to introduce myself?" ”

"Or else?" Chu Yuanxiao shrugged his shoulders, although he gave a rhetorical question, but his tone was not stiff, at least in the previous series of experiences, this young man in white who suddenly visited was easier for people to perceive the meaning of the word "friendly" than that Ke Yuzhen.

"My name is Qiao Haoran, from the Yuanjia Sword Sect of Longchi Continent, and I am the nest immortal sect that was supposed to be behind the Zhu family, but was robbed of face by that Shuixiu Lake." The young man in white scolded his own teacher with one sentence without hindrance.

Obviously, this statement was heard by Chu Yuanxiao, and he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, looking at the young man in white and saying helplessly: "If you talk like this, aren't you afraid of being broken by the elders in the family?" ”

As a result, the young man surnamed Qiao didn't see that he was afraid and didn't say anything, but leaned back directly on the trunk of the old locust tree, cocked Erlang's legs, and didn't know where he touched a dog's tail grass, and said vaguely in his mouth: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the first person to say this was not me, if anyone wants to use this as an excuse to beat me, he has to go and beat my grandfather who opened the mountain with a sword first!" Whoever wants to have this ability, even if he is beaten, I am convinced! ”

Hearing this, Chu Yuanxiao looked back at the white-clothed young man again, and he finally understood a little bit what Su Sanzai's sentence "Tiger is the Yuanjia Sword Sect" meant in the storyteller's bookstore, and the young man in front of him, who didn't know why he came, was indeed very worthy of that four-character comment.

"So... What the hell are you doing here? Thinking of that comment in his heart, the poor boy asked another question, and many times, a person who behaves very kindly may not necessarily be a good person.

The white-clothed young man who was half-lying and leaning against the tree looked sideways at Chu Yuanxiao when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Want to hear the truth? ”

"Or else?"

"In the past few days, I have listened to some stories and think that you are a very good person, so I am a little curious, so I came over to take a look." Qiao Haoran said this very straightforwardly and honestly, and he didn't hide his secrets.

In fact, since the young man in white said that he was from the Yuanjia Sword Sect, Chu Yuanxiao had already had some guesses, the so-called "listened to some stories", the biggest possibility is nothing more than Shuixiu Lake, the festival between them and Shuixiu Lake was even before him, in fact, there were some antecedents and consequences, so he simply asked bluntly: "What you say, can I understand that because you also have a festival with Shuixiu Lake, we should be regarded as enemies of enemies?" ”

The white-clothed young man smiled when he heard this, "It's not counted, if it's really just to be right with Shuixiu Lake, even if there are not dozens or hundreds of sword immortals that the Yuanjia Sword Sect can take out, there are always one or twenty, and there is no need to find allies or anything like that." ”

As he spoke, he changed his posture again, found a more comfortable position and leaned over, and changed his arm to support a certain root at the bottom of the old locust tree, which was as strong as a dragon's claw, and then continued: "I just think that you dare to face the Shuixiu Lake alone without any cultivation, and your combat power alone can already be a fourth-grade Shuixiu Lake, this temper is very appetizing to me, and I won't stumble when I make friends with you." ”

It means that, but Qiao Haoran's words are actually not very accurate, so Chu Yuanxiao shook his head and said: "The four grades are not the four grades, it doesn't mean anything to me, I don't know exactly what it represents, and I am not alone, it is Miss Li of the Xihe Sword Sect who helps." ”

The young man in white smiled when he heard this, looked at the thatched hut on the other side of the road, and said: "It's not important if it's not clear, it's enough to have the words 'mighty and unyielding', in fact, if you knelt down as soon as you saw the person surnamed Ke, I wouldn't think you were at fault, but there wouldn't be another meeting today." ”

"That's it?" Regarding Qiao Haoran's words, Chu Yuanxiao was a little surprised, he didn't win the fight, but after many days, he got a word of praise from others, is this how people win and lose in these years?

Unexpectedly, the young man in white smiled and replied, "Otherwise? ”

When he said this, the poor boy twitched the corner of his mouth, okay, you have the final say.

But at the same time, he was a little curious, looked at the white-clothed young man and asked, "Actually, I'm also a little curious, how do you Yuanjia Sword Sect plan to deal with Shuixiu Lake?" ”

Qiao Haoran thought for a while, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Judging from the way I looked before I went out from Longchizhou, it seems that the old men in the family have no plans to make a move for the time being, but..."

"What?" Chu Yuanxiao handed it over.

The white-clothed young man glanced at Chu Yuanxiao, then sat up, stretched out the folding fan in his hand that was as empty as white paper and glanced at it, and suddenly said with a calm face: "Young Master Ben didn't have a chance to get a folding fan with the poems of my grandfather, what kind of bullshit virtue is that surnamed Ke, dare to use something that Lao Tzu, a relative and disciple, is not qualified to use?" ”

After that, the young man turned his head to the side and spat it out, spit out the dog's tail grass far away, without any immortal etiquette, and said with a malicious face: "Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will have to demolish his ancestral hall on the top of Shuixiu Lake, if I don't let his surname Ke sit at the child's table for dinner in the future, Lao Tzu will not be surnamed Qiao!" ”

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After seeing Qiao Haoran leave, the poor boy did not forget his business, and turned around and went to the small town village school on Taoli Street.

The white-clothed young man who had just left felt pretty good to him, he was not as high as Ke Yuzhen of that Shuixiu Lake, and he didn't seem to have a cold alienation like Miss Li of the Xihe Sword Sect who couldn't explain clearly.

As for what the young man said about making a friend, Chu Yuanxiao actually didn't take it too seriously, whether the people flying in the sky and those who swim in the water can become friends, maybe, but they can, but they can't necessarily become friends, and they may not be.

Whether there is friendship or not, it is not a moment.

In the village school, the Tsing Yi teacher had returned from the sea of clouds, and sat down behind the bookcase in the study again, and the paperweight was also put back in its place.

In fact, it stands to reason that such as paperweights of different shapes and shapes of study utensils should generally appear in pairs on the same bookcase, which is not only a rare and elegant piece that the reader has nothing to do to play and appreciate, but also a desk that is very useful for the literati to paint for the text, and pays attention to it a lot, but for some reason, the paperweight that the town school teacher has been holding in his hand for a long time today is a lonely single piece, and the other one that should be matched with it does not seem to be in the current township school, and the whereabouts are unknown.

I went to the township school with Mr. Cui, the teacher of the school, and the little girl who jumped off with red makeup, probably because she has been staying in the sea of clouds these days and rarely goes out, and she is very curious about the township school in the small town that is the dojo of Confucian saints, so after the discussion of several seniors in the rivers and lakes, she said goodbye to her own ancestor, and then jumped up and down with the Confucian scholar in the green shirt to Taoli Street, for the somewhat ugly face of her own ancestor behind her, the little girl simply pretended not to see... The old man was very coaxing, and when she came back from the door, he brought him a string of sugar gourds.

So when Chu Yuanxiao arrived outside the door of the township school, the first thing he saw was not the gentle and elegant town school teacher, but the red-clothed girl who was wandering around in the township school.

The girl in red didn't seem surprised by the arrival of the young man, but seeing him standing outside the door hesitant and not crossing the threshold, it made her feel a little interesting, so she took three or two steps to the door, looked at the slightly cramped young man and asked with a smile, "Why don't you come in the door?" If you don't even cross the threshold, how can you find the people inside? ”

The young man glanced at the beautiful girl in red, first called "Miss Jiang", and then heard the girl's question, he scratched his head in embarrassment and was embarrassed to say, in fact, he didn't have many opportunities to come here before, once or twice in a while, it seems that he doesn't have to wait too long at the door, Mr. Cui will appear at the intersection of the bamboo forest, so in fact, whether he crosses the threshold or not is not particularly important.

The girl in red looked the boy up and down again, then looked back at the several thatched halls overlapping behind the bamboo forest, lowered her head and thought about it, and then simply stepped out of the threshold and then went around behind the boy, and directly slapped the boy on the back, pushing him forward, and he had to raise his foot to step over the threshold, so as not to trip over the threshold and fall out of a.

When the young man stood still, he was a little helpless to find that he had entered the courtyard gate of the township school, and the cheerful and delicate voice of the girl in red came from behind him: "Look, if you go in, you will go in, and it won't be anything!" What do you have to be so careful? No one asks you for money, and it makes people think you're stingy for no reason! ”

This is the first time that this poor boy has stepped into the courtyard of the village school, when the old drunkard was still alive, the old man always likes to scold a few words when he is drunk, what kind of bullshit benevolence and morality, what is the use of reading that thing, it is better to save money to buy a few acres of land to grow food to fill the stomach to be cost-effective!

So at that time, although he was a little envious of children of the same age who could come here to study, he did not have the opportunity to enter this courtyard.

Later, after the old drunkard died, he changed to follow the old man every day to walk the streets and alleys for the town night patrol, the old man surnamed Liang did not say that reading is useless, but sometimes when passing by the door of the township school, he would also teach him to read the two strings of words written on the couplet at the door of the township school, although he did not explain what it meant, but the young man would still be ignorant and think it was very interesting.

It's just that the teenager at that time had to rely on himself to fill his stomach, self-reliant, barely enough to eat, and the copper plate had to be used to eat every day, which was not enough to hand over the money of two or three hundred yuan less to go to the township school.

Later, after the death of Lao Liangtou, he didn't even have a place to come from every day, but fortunately, when he was older, he could solve the problem of eating by himself, but he still had no spare money to live a good life with books to read, so he was naturally 108,000 miles away from this courtyard.

Therefore, not having the opportunity to set foot in this township school courtyard, which represents the four words of "learning and knowledge" in the heart of the young man, is probably the biggest regret of this poor boy who has been depressed since he was a child, and even more regret than the saying of "Tiansha Lone Star" that has been circulating in the streets and alleys of the town.

Therefore, after today's young man was pushed into the township school by the Jiang girl, he couldn't help but feel a little swaying, as if his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled for many years, and his heart was ironed, like a spring breeze.

The young man in the small town whose heart lake was surging like a sea turned his head to look at the girl in red with a peach blossom face, but saw her with a smile on her face, and raised a pink carved white jade hand into a fist to cheer him up, opened his mouth to speak but did not make a sound, but looking at the shape of his lips, it seemed to be saying two words, "Come on!" ”

The young man grinned, the spring breeze was blowing, blowing the heart lake in a circle, and the whole body was comfortable, like seeing the warm sun.

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