Far away from the rivers and lakes

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried, helpless to come to the cold rain and late wind, rouge drunk, drunk each other, when is it heavy, since people grow and hate water Changdong.

There was a lonely grave surrounded by barren grass, and there were no tombstones, no mourners, no one knew when it appeared, and no one knew who was buried in the grave.

As the sun sets, the sound of the shepherd's flute sounds, and a big ox comes from a distance on the mountain and forest path, on which is sitting a flute shepherd boy, wearing a thin undershirt, naked with a large immature chest, and the flute is melodious, floating in the valley.

Passing by the lonely grave that no one cared about and had already passed by many times, the shepherd boy was surprised and strangled the ox under his crotch.

It was because the lonely grave, which had been so many years that it was almost unrecognizable even by the mound of sealed earth, had been carefully cared for and someone had left a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave.

"Grandpa, come and see, someone has been here. ”

The shepherd boy who hung the flute on his chest exclaimed loudly, and an old man with gray temples and a load of firewood emerged from the woods.

The old man, who was originally a merry swordsman, but now he has long been incognito and has become a lonely shadow in the rivers and lakes, staggered, and trotted to the lonely grave at a speed that he had never had since he left the rivers and lakes, and saw the pile of lilies that had just been picked, first stunned, then his eyes were moist, and finally he knelt down weakly with a poof.

The hunched old man said in a voice that only he could hear, "It's him, he's back......"

"Grandpa, who is he?" the shepherd boy, who had been innocent since he was a child, tilted his head curiously.

"An old man. The old man's voice was deep and full of vicissitudes.

"It must be him, no one knows this place except him, no one knows her favorite lilies except him, he has just been here, he must not have gone far, let's hurry up and catch up with him." ”

As a result, in this deep mountain where there is no deceit, no rivers and lakes, almost all the farmers and hunters who go up the mountain have seen a scene that is unforgettable in their lives.

An old ox with a pair of grandparents and grandchildren ran at the speed of a healthy horse, rushed down the mountain, rushed out of the village where the grandparents and grandchildren had lived for nearly ten years, and rushed to the market......

The old man is obviously a frequent visitor to this town, and as the biggest interest in the past ten years, the town market liquor shop has long been familiar with the old man's car, and many people have privately given the old man the nickname of a drunkard.

"Huh...... Drunkard old man, what's the matter now? Could it be that the wine worm in your stomach is starting to haunt you again?"

"If you want me to say that you don't live in the mountains at all, wouldn't it be better to live directly in the town? ”

"You know what a fart, the drunkard old man knows that there is a church in Fengxian Building today, and he knows that the old storyteller who is full of fancy words is coming to cheat and cheat and drink, this is to join in the fun. ”

"Hey, by the way, when it comes to this meeting, I heard that what I am talking about today is nothing else, it is the unbelievable unsolved case on the rivers and lakes twenty years ago. ”

Twenty years ago......

These four words hit the old man's heart like a bombshell. Rainbow Literature Network

"He must be there......"

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As the most popular business in the town of Fengxian Building, today's boss can be regarded as a full blood, enough posture, just because today is impartial, it is the day of the new emperor of the dynasty on the throne, ten years of war, countless lonely graves, finally ushered in peace, the whole country rejoices, Fengxian Lou is also overcrowded, only to see the middle of the lobby, is placed a table of eight immortals, in front of the table a beard is white old man, on the table a piece of wood, a plate of peanuts, a pot of turbid wine, that's all.

The old man was concentrating on staring at the rice wine on the table, and after a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, slapped the pear blossom on the table, and said: "The small bridge and flowing water peach blossoms, the grass is vast with evening crows, this seven-word quatrain comes from the pen of Xu Feihong, a famous master in the Southern Tang Dynasty, talking about the scenery of the spring season in the south of the Yangtze River, the world only says that the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the warblers sing and dance everywhere, but they don't know that the land far away from the south of the Yangtze River is far from the north of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles away, the yellow sand is boundless, and there is a different flavor. ...”

The old man took a sip of rice wine, and the lecture was concentrating, only listening to the old man's eloquent talk.

"It is said that Zhang Fengfu Zhang Gongzi, who later became a myth of the generation of rivers and lakes, was still just a nobody at that time, and he went through ups and downs in the Nine Heavens before he shined in the final battle, in fact, all this in the old man's opinion, there was an omen, he could control the world's heroes between applause, and he could be like a fish in water in a place comparable to the Netherworld in the Nine Heavens, how could such a character be a general?"

"......Shh

At this time, there was a burst of disdain in the hall, and only a rough-faced man said: "Jianghu people always like to spread falsehoods, originally a big fart, one to ten, ten to hundred, and finally it became a big thing, you old man said a lot of color, as if you had seen that Zhang Gongzi, that Zhang Fengfu has three heads and six arms? ”

"Young man, don't speak wildly, although the old man has never really met Zhang Gongzi, he has still had the privilege of going to the places he has visited, listening to many of his stories, listening to his chivalrous deeds, showing kindness, listening to his grievances, eliminating violence and peace, and listening to his ill-fated ......"

It's just that at this time, I heard another person say: "Zhang Fengfu is nothing more than an ordinary Jianghu guest, what is there to say?"

Hearing only these words, the hunchbacked old man who was looking east and west outside the door immediately froze, he had come for dozens of miles to find it, how could he not hear who the owner of this voice was?

The next moment, no one knew his name, only that his weak old man suddenly burst out, the two inn doors were shattered, and the crowd dispersed, leaving only the stunned storyteller in the hall and a middle-aged figure in the hall with his back to the old man.

"You're finally back......"

The old man's eyes were red, his body was unstable, and for some reason he suddenly burst out with such a terrifying power, and the shepherd boy who was still in shock quickly supported his grandfather, who was dependent on him for his life.

"I said I would definitely come back. The middle-aged man said with a smile, and then slowly turned his head with a smile on his face.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I can't forget it without thinking about it. ”

In the spring of this year, Zhang Fengfu and Lanting finally got together again and got drunk.

Xiao Er, the shopkeeper in charge of waiting, could never guess how this old man, who seemed to be over the age of old, and nicknamed the drunkard, could have such a year-old friend who was only in his thirties, and only vaguely remembered that in the later years, on the night when the two people who couldn't guess were drunk, he could vaguely hear the old man who accompanied him laughing wildly and crying silently.

In the morning mist, the middle-aged man murmured softly with a drunkenness he hadn't seen in ten years.

"Where are the rivers and lakes, and how far are the rivers and lakes?"

The old man, who was also drunk, said dreamily: "The rivers and lakes are in the hearts of the people, and where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, how can the rivers and lakes be far away?"