The drizzle is like cotton, falling on the streets of the imperial city.

Pedestrians in the city either held umbrellas or hurried under the eaves to hide from the rain.

The rain slapped on the green tiles and dripped down the stone road along the street along the sock ditch.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain......

A swordsman came out of the winery, shook his head dissatisfiedly and sighed, "The heart of the restaurant in this imperial city is really black, how can a cup of Xinghua Village be embarrassed to sell me twelve taels of silver?" ”

"That's silver, not stone!"

"The Imperial City is really not my sword cultivation place, let's go!"

He shook the sword in his hand, turned his head and stepped into the rain and was about to leave, but saw a scholar walking towards him.

The scholar was dressed in white, with an unusually delicate demeanor, and three flowers on his head, which looked extremely strange......

The scholar held an umbrella, walked up to him, and just looked at him......

The rain slapped on the swordsman's body, and the swordsman didn't feel anything.

It's just that he looked at the scholar who came over, and he was puzzled, and after thinking about it, he asked:

"You know me?"

The scholar shook his head, but nodded again:

"There was a one-sided relationship......"

Is it?

The swordsman was puzzled, but he couldn't remember when he had seen the scholar.

He has walked alone in the rivers and lakes all his life, and he has seen too many people, but he has never intersected.

"What are you looking for me?" The swordsman said: "If you encounter any injustice and want to ask me, just say it." No need to set almost ......"

"My generation of sword cultivation, when the road is unfair, I will take action."

I thought that the scholar would be grateful, but he didn't think that the strange scholar in front of him just shook his head, took out a pot of wine out of nowhere, and threw it to him.

The flask streaked across the void and hung on the swordsman's sword.

When the swordsman mentioned the wine, his heart became more and more puzzled, and when he was about to ask, the scholar spoke first:

"I owe you a pot of wine before, and I ...... you back today"

The swordsman frowned, shook his head, and said, "When did you owe me wine, why don't I remember?" ”

The scholar shook his head and turned to leave.

The swordsman immediately chased after him......

The two came to a street in the middle of the city, and the scholar seemed not to be afraid of dirt on the ground, so he sat on the corner of the street, as if waiting for something.

The swordsman sat down beside the scholar in a daze.

The two of them sat in the rain, extremely weird......

The swordsman handed back the scholar's wine, "I don't drink the wine that I can't tell." ”

The scholar sighed, "Why don't you open it and smell it?" ”

The swordsman was stunned for a moment, withdrew his hand suspiciously, pulled out the cork, sniffed, and immediately froze in place.

There seemed to be a wave in his heart, and his eyes were red.

"Xinghua Village ......"

The swordsman suddenly turned his head to look at the scholar beside him, and asked tremblingly, "Why do I suddenly feel that you are a little familiar, but I can't remember it?" ”

The scholar tilted his head and leaned against the wall on the street corner.

"It's another past that belongs to you and doesn't belong to you, anyway, in that past, I owe you a pot of wine, and I owe you a long, long time......"

"In order to repay your pot of wine, I spent all my money."

The swordsman seemed to be in a dream, and he was stunned for a long time.

Looking down at the Xinghua Village in his hand, he suddenly laughed, and suddenly raised his head and drank the wine in the pot in one gulp.

He threw the flask back to the scholar.

Pick up your sword, get up, and leave......

"Interesting, really interesting."

......

The swordsman left in style, not sticking to the scholar's past......

The scholar watched the swordsman leave and shook his head gently. He knew that the swordsman seemed to understand something, but he didn't want to think about the memory that had sunk again.

The memory that belonged to him but did not belong to him, he chose to give up.

The wine is over, the past is over!

It was his choice, and the scholar went with him......

That time was not good.

He sat in the rain, looked back at the street, and waited.

A carriage slowly walked by and stopped in front of the scholar.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and a graceful and noble woman poked out her face and sighed softly when she saw the scholar sitting alone in the street.

She summoned her attendants, and asked them to fetch some silver taels.

She got out of the carriage and came to the scholar, and gently placed the bag of silver in front of the scholar.

"It's not easy for you scholars to enter Beijing to catch the exam, use the money first, find an inn to live in, don't get cold on this street."

"When you are successful and you have spare money, it is good to give the money to others, and it can be regarded as paying me back......"

The scholar looked up at the woman, as if a memory came flooding back his mind, making his eyes red.

"Good ......"

The woman stared blankly at the scholar's reddened eyes, and for some reason a rainy night suddenly appeared in her mind, and it seemed that a scholar was also standing in front of her with red eyes.

For a moment, the woman turned around and returned to the carriage in a bit of a panic.

The carriage went away toward the city.

Suddenly, the woman raised her hand and wiped her cheeks, wetting her sleeves......

He called the coachman to stop, ran off the carriage in a panic, and looked at the street again, and the young scholars on the street had disappeared.

The woman was stunned for a long time, and then suddenly she laughed.

"That's what you did to me...... Is it clear? ”

...... ......

The extra-fan function is online.,I'll update one or two chapters from time to time when I'm free in the future.。

So: you can let this book lie on the bookshelf first, and when it is updated, there will be a push!

Most of the people you want will have an explanation, this story is very long, and it can't be written.

Many people's explanations may not be as everyone wishes.

So friends with a vision in their hearts, you can stop looking at it in the future.

And a mouthful,

The second book in the 'Mythology' series promised to friends is also on the shelves.

However, the new book "The Lamplighter at the Twilight" will not be as strong as the beginning of the book, and the pace and mood of the new book will be much slower.

This book is like wine, and the mouth is strong.

"The Lamplighter at Twilight" is like tea, with a light entrance and a slow fragrance.

If you want to see it, you can move it!

Of course, I promise, the new book will be sweet!

Well, I swear!