Guobei County, late at night

In the second half of the night, the woman who was alone in the inn slept. The candle lights of the Wei family were also extinguished, and the door panel of Zuifanglou was also early, but there was still a little candlelight in the inconspicuous hut.

The doors and windows were papier-mâché, the house was very small, the doors were closed tightly, and only two unsightly figures could be vaguely seen, one tall and one short, talking in the house.

Through the thin paper window.

"The villain went to see it two days ago...... The firewood is gone. The short figure bowed and whispered in a timid and confused tone.

The candlelight in the room was not only stirred by the evening breeze from where, but even the tall black shadow in the room swayed left and right through the paper window, "Gone?" The voice in the room rose a little, and then fell back with a little anger.

"Yes, it's gone, do you think it's going to be burned?" asked the short black shadow, shrinking his neck, whispering tentatively.

The tall black shadow reflected in the paper window changed a few positions back and forth, and then found a place to sit down, "The miscellaneous servants of the Zhou family have all been cleared, who will burn it? Another tube containing things is made of good materials, and you put it so deeply, the fire will burn off the bottom, and the back will not burn."

Someone must have taken it, but no one should have discovered the real thing yet.

Find a way to get it back. The voice in the room was staccatolate, and the dark shadow was talking about his train of thought as he could.

The short black shadow nodded up and down, and took a step closer, the two black shadows were now the same height, and they were closer, "Then how do you think we can find it?"

"This Guobei County is small, but there is a lot of firewood. If we look for it, it's tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. And this matter was exposed. The seated shadow pondered.

"So, get me a few woodcarvers. He found a way, turned his head towards the man next to him, and commanded.

"Yes, I'll go tomorrow. The short shadow bent down again, and after speaking, walked towards the door.

"Let's go first. The tall black figure also stood up randomly, and the sound of crackling reached outside the house, and he clapped his hands.

The tiles above the eaves were rustling in the wind.

The candle flame in the house went out in the blink of an eye.

Guobei County, early in the morning, suburbs

The autumn equinox did not go to work today, and the three of them took firewood knives early in the morning and carried baskets towards the mountains and forests outside Guobei County.

In recent years, the branches and trees on the mountain have lost their green color and become dry and desolate. Along the way, everywhere you look, there is a color of silence.

Han Qiufen walked in front of the road with a firewood knife, and the scholar followed behind wearing a hat, jumping on the nearby rocks or tree tips from time to time to show the way for several people. Mr. Wei was on crutches and wearing a hat, and his gait was slow and panting to follow last.

At the edge of the woods, the better trees and bushes had long been cut down by the county woodcutters, and all the dead branches and leaves fell to the ground.

The autumn equinox in front of him is not at a glance, his lips are tight, his pace is steady and fast, the firewood knife in his hand flies rapidly from time to time, and after passing in front of him, he can always fly a large piece, withered branches and leaves, and open a road, he looks up from time to time to look at the direction of the scholar's fingertips, or turns his head to look at Mr. Wei behind him.

The scholar's light skills are very good, often with a slight pressure on his toes, he will go up to the treetops or mountain rocks, and sometimes he will even jump from the treetops for convenience. A slight touch on the dead leaf that was still fluttering down in mid-air, it was raised again, and floated out a little, if it weren't for the two people below, he would have disappeared a long time ago.

Whirring, the whistling of the wind in the mountains and forests, the shaking of the leaves is not as good as the sound of Mr. Wei's rapid breathing, he walks very slowly, and often needs to borrow force with a cane first, so that he can lie on the crutches and move forward.

I don't know how long they have been walking, but a few people have walked a lot away from Guobei County.

"You... You let me rest for a while!" Mr. Wei finally couldn't do it, gasped and shouted, sat down on the ground with a tired face, and took care of his appearance and posture, threw away the crutches in his hand, and found a tree trunk to lean on, and rested.

Not far away, a radiant scholar was standing in the treetops, his hands behind his back. The fierce wind quickly blew his robe backwards, and against the backdrop of this lonely mountain forest, he had a little more artistic conception of being high and cold.

A circle of dead leaves floated from the bottom to the top, and the scholar fell from a high place. He pursed his lips and walked towards Mr. Wei, who was sitting on the ground drinking from his skin water bladder.

On the other side of the tree, the scholar leaned down with his hands crossed, standing up straight on one leg and leaning over the other. The face under the hat was tilted sideways in the direction of Mr. Wei, with a smile on his face, and his mouth was comforting, "You, don't usually know only about drinking and teaching. If you don't come out and walk around, your body and bones will be unbearable. ”

Han Qiufen also stopped, casually inserted the firewood knife into his waist, and walked towards the tree where the two of them were holding his two hands, opposite the scholar, Mr. Wei's side, leaning slightly against the trunk of the tree, his eyes staring at him, there was no expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mr. Wei didn't reply, just lazily tilted his head, holding a bent leg in one hand and the other behind his head.

The three of them surrounded a tree, one dressed in black with a blank face, one dressed in a gray robe, raising his eyebrows and smiling, and one sitting in the middle with his eyes closed lazily.

It's like a scene that has been stopped.

Babbling

There seemed to be a noise and rustling in the fallen leaves of the woods.

Neither like the wind nor like the wind.