Inside a carriage that was being urged to drive towards Lanxi.

In the dark, a man with a tense body suddenly collapsed backwards, and the whole person leaned loosely on the velvet back pillow.

A hand reached out, groping around the wall of the car.

In the next second, the hand lifted the curtain with force, and the small window suddenly shone brightly, making the car bright and transparent.

Lin Qingxuan turned his head to look out the window, it was Lanxi where he grew up.

The carriage passed the crowd of people who were queuing up to hand over the name stickers to the Lanxi Lin clan, passed them directly, and slowly drove into the manor.

The car stopped, Lin Qingxuan hastily wiped the sweat from his head, took a deep breath, and hurriedly got out of the car, hurriedly looking for the young helmsman of the Lanxi Lin clan.

The fire is urgent, and there is no time to delay.

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The sun sets in the east and the dusk goes to night.

Zhao Rong said goodbye to Lin Wenruo with a smile, the gallery forked, and the two were ready to separate.

Suddenly, a figure came from the shadow of a tall building not far to the left.

Zhao Rong looked at it curiously.

Lin Wenruo, who was facing away from that figure, couldn't help but turn his head when he saw Zhao Rong's gaze behind him.

Dusk, the light was dim, and the figure walked slowly in the shadows.

Zhao Rong glanced at the person a few times, although his face was a little difficult to see in the dark, but his body and gait were familiar, he still recognized who it was, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Wenruo.

I saw that Lin Wenruo's face was no longer the smile he had just said goodbye, his face was serious, he frowned slightly, and looked at the person who came.

The man in the shadow was about to step into the sunset where Zhao Rong and the others were, and he spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Lin Wenruo, I ......"

"What do you call me?" Lin Wenruo asked in a cold voice.

“...... Master, I have something...... Can you let him go first?" In the shadows, the man seemed to tilt his head and look in the direction where Zhao Rong was.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, ready to turn around and leave first, not to get involved in the affairs of the two brothers.

But a voice immediately rang out, stopping him in his tracks.

"What do you can't let Ziyu know?"

Lin Wenruo's tone was impatient, "If you have something to say, say it quickly!"

The man who came from the shadows slowed down and was silent.

His eyes were fixed on the man with a face somewhat similar to him among the two standing in the setting sun.

He hurried back at noon, and anxiously searched for him in the manor all afternoon, but there was no one!

Later, I heard a servant say that he saw the old man carrying wine and taking a distinguished guest to the back mountain to play.

Tomorrow is a Confucian and Taoist debate about the life and death of the Lanxi Lin family, and you still have the kung fu to go on a drinking outing with others!?

The man in the shadows turned his gaze sharply at Zhao Rong.

It's this poor measure again!

Lin Wenruo, if you scold him like this, can he really guarantee that he will help you win tomorrow's Confucianism and Taoism?

And Sister Yuqing is too, so jealous of him, she wants me to drug him!

What's so great about this man? Just because he can write two poems? No matter how good his bullshit poems are, can he be able to debate? I have so many masters of debate in the Qing Dynasty in the Southern Kingdom, how old is he?

You all attach so much importance to him, one wants me to kneel down and apologize to him, and the other wants me to approach him in a low voice and drug!

If it was for the Lanxi Lin clan, I would like to bow my head and apologize to him!, but if I want my Lin Qingxuan seven-foot man to kneel for him?

You all go to die!

Zhao Rong, who was mistaken for a superior horse as an inferior horse, saw that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing and dull, and decided to leave immediately.

"Wen Ruo, I still have something to do, let's go first, you guys talk slowly. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Lin Wenruo to speak, he turned around and left directly.

After he, an outsider, left, only the Lin brothers remained.

The man who was about to step out of the shadows stared at Zhao Rong, and when he saw him walking away, he withdrew his gaze and was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a scolding.

"What the hell is going on, say it quickly!" Lin Wenruo crossed to the railing on the side, put his hands behind his back, turned his back to him, and urged.

The man squinted his eyes and said hoarsely, "Today, I'm ...... in Fengqi Tower."

After Lin Wenruo heard that one of the most famous Qinglou in Luojing, he frowned, and interrupted in a cold voice: "It's bothering me with these bullshit things again, Lin Qingxuan, let me tell you, if you dare to go to that kind of place in the future, I'll break your dog's legs!"

The dusk and sunset stretched the shadows of the pavilions longer and longer, and he had been "chasing" the shadows, and the man who was about to step out of the darkness suddenly stopped when he heard the cold voice.

The golden sunset and the dull black form a clear horizontal line.

One at one end and one at the other.

One hides in the darkness, the other bathes in the light.

It seems like...... I've always been like this since I was a child. The man in the shadows thought.

Lin Wenruo suddenly turned around, "Do you want to say it?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay. The man spoke softly, his face hidden in the darkness, indistinct.

Lin Wenruo pondered for a moment, pursed his lips and asked, "Is it really okay?"

"It's just a little thing, so I won't bother you. The man's expression was unreadable, and his voice was calm.

Lin Wenruo turned around slowly with his hands behind his back, glanced at the man, and left without saying a word.

It seemed to be darker.

Lin Qingxuan hung his head slightly, staring at the horizontal line that divided the light and darkness under his feet, only to see that it was pushed farther and farther away by the sunset.

Instead of stepping over it and onto the winding gallery bathed in the setting sun, he turned and walked down the dimly lit path among the trees.

The pace is getting faster and faster.

He let go of his right hand, which had sunk his nails into his palm, and reached into his arms tremblingly, and took out the small porcelain bottle containing some white odorless powder, and held it tightly in his hand, because of the oozing of some liquid, it was a little slippery at this time.

But his mind was no longer on it.

He puffed out his cheeks and clenched his teeth.

He was to hurry back to his house.

He's going to have to prepare.

He wanted to sincerely admit his mistake to his own brother, and then let him take him to apologize to that Zhao Ziyu.

He wanted to implore that Zhao Ziyu to drink a glass of apology wine that he had carefully prepared!

Lin Qingxuan clutched the porcelain bottle in his hand.

You're all going to die!

He roared in his heart, but for some reason, thinking about such a pleasant thing, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

He silently raised his hand to wipe it, and the viscous liquid overflowing from his palm mixed with hot tears, wiping his face.

But he kept moving his hands, and kept rubbing, and his steps became faster and faster, and he ran down the secluded path of the manor, avoiding the bright fire, and returned to his lodgings.

The last rays of the setting sun are being released, and they are about to disappear into the horizontal rows of mountains in the distance.

In a hurry, the man who couldn't wait to pass by a remote pavilion near the water suddenly stopped.

The whole person did not move at all.

He turned his head slowly, looking at the lone tree in the clearing in front of the pavilion.

"The result?"

He walked under the tree in a daze and looked up at the ginkgo tree that they had planted for twenty years.

The evening breeze blew, and the lights in the distance gave some faint light, and the white fruits between the ginkgo biloba leaves swayed slightly with the branches.

He let go of his clenched right hand, stuffed the small porcelain vase back into his arms, reached upward, suddenly retracted halfway, wiped his right hand vigorously on the shirt on his chest, and then reached out again, touching the two round white fruits on the tree, he lightly covered it with three fingers, and his eyes looked straight without blinking.

The tree was getting taller and taller, and he remembered that when he and his father and brother had just planted it, he had reached it with a shovel and made a gesture, and it was only eyebrow with him, but now he had to point his feet to be able to do it.

He remembered that his father smiled and said that it was planted for his grandson, next to the pavilion where he often came to study, and he would watch it every day until it bore fruit, and every time he said this, he would rub the horns of himself and his brother one by one, look down at the two of them, and grin and say: You two boys hurry up and grow up and marry a daughter-in-law, and give me a few more fat grandchildren.

And whenever this happens, the elder brother who worships his father will nod his head seriously, and the self who is loved by his father will tilt his head to avoid his warm palm, raise the wooden sword in his hand, and stubbornly say that he will ride a big horse to fight the sword rivers and lakes in the future, so as not to marry and guard the family.

But now the ginkgo tree has borne white fruits, and what about the people next to the tree back then.

That year, his father Bai Aya hanged himself, and then he and his brother chose different paths, gradually drifting apart, and the number of times he came here every year became less and less, and then he had forgotten it, except for the occasional sudden thought in the middle of the night, thinking that he must come to see it again, but the next day he would forget it because of various things.

And now, I don't even know when it blooms, and when I see it again, it has already borne fruit!

The man under the tree stood for an unknown amount of time, and at one point, he left in despair.

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An ancestral hall filled with countless tablets.

Lin Wenruo stood in front of the door with the wine, and he put the osmanthus brew in his hand that had been unsealed for an afternoon since it was unearthed on the steps and walked in slowly.

Facing the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors of the Lanxi Lin clan, the elder Confucian stood quietly in the center, silent.

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The night is dark, tomorrow is the much-anticipated debate between Confucianism and Taoism, Zhao Rong was about to rest early, and was just about to fall asleep when he heard someone knocking on the door.

He put on a robe, opened the courtyard door, and saw two men standing quietly outside the door, it was the Lin brothers, followed by a maid holding a tray.

Zhao Rong touched his nose and invited them into the door.

Lin Qingxuan stared at Zhao Rong for a moment, then suddenly smiled apologetically, reached out and picked up a glass of wine in the tray of the maid on the side, and raised his hands.

"Qing Xuan was ignorant and offended Zhao Gongzi before, Qing Xuan has deeply realized his mistake, and I hope that Zhao Gongzi Haihan will forgive Qing Xuan!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Zhao Rong to react, he raised his head and drank the wine, then picked up the only remaining glass of wine on the maid's tray, held it up with both hands, and respectfully handed it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, didn't take it immediately, and glanced at Lin Wenruo behind the man who handed the wine, who smiled helplessly when he saw him looking.

Zhao Rong was slightly surprised, glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who had a sincere gaze in front of him, was silent for a moment, took the wine glass with both hands, drank it all, and poured the glass.

The man who handed the wine with his brother glanced at the wine glass, the corners of his mouth curled, and his expression was extremely sincere.