Walking on the road with a bamboo flute in his hand, Ling Jiang couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Miss Xi Yao's home is in Qixia Mountain, but he doesn't know how to go to this Qixia Mountain, and he doesn't know if he will have the opportunity to return the bamboo flute to her in this life.

It was already noon, and the town was deserted from outsiders, and it was as deserted as ever. The fishermen have not yet returned, and those who work in the fields have found a cooler place to rest, and the people who live in the town rarely have time to take a nap.

This time is also the time when the sun is fierce, but it is also a rare time of day in the town.

Ling Jiang was thinking about where he should go in the future as he walked, and there was also a question about his life experience.

Uncle Jiu's life and death are uncertain now, although his token has been placed on the spiritual seat of the ancestral hall, but Ling Jiang doesn't believe that Uncle Jiu died like this. Now that I don't have any people close to me in the town, it is even more difficult to find the mystery of my background, unless it is ......

"Big brother!" was walking with his head down, when he suddenly heard someone calling out to him in front of him.

Ling Jiang looked up and saw an old man and a young man sitting there drinking tea under a tea shop, and a woman in pink waved happily at him.

"Daochang Xu, Miao'er. Ling Jiang stepped forward to greet him.

"The boy hasn't seen him for a few days, and he's getting a little more energetic. Daochang Xu put down the teacup and smiled at Ling Jiang.

Ling Jiang shook his head and said, "Where, Daochang Xu should have seen it wrong." ”

"Big brother, it's really good that you're okay!" Miao'er said to him with a grin, "Uncle Xu and I will go back in a while, if you see Brother Qiancheng in the future, remember to say thank you to him for me." ”

"Well, I'll tell him whenever I see him. Although this was expected, Ling Jiang was still a little surprised.

It turned out that after he followed Xi Yao on the ghost boat at that time, Xu Daochang immediately rushed to the ghost boat and left with Xue Qiancheng and Miao'er. At that time, because she was in a hurry, Miao'er didn't have a chance to talk to Xue Qiancheng, so the two separated.

So this thank you can't be said.

"Young man, do you still remember this thing?" Xu Zhen said, taking out a Qiu Hao from his arms and placing it on the table.

Looking at this one on the table, Ling Jiang suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

On that day, I thought that Xu Daochang wanted to cheat his money, but there was an oolong.

"As the saying goes, when fate arrives, it will naturally come true. Xu Zhen said in a long tone, "You have a bit of fate with Miao'er, and I will give it to you." ”

Xu Daochang said, drank the tea in the cup, pressed the two copper coins under the teacup, and got up slowly.

Seeing this, Miao'er also stood up.

"Big brother, let's go......" Miao'er waved her hand at Ling Jiang.

Seeing the two disappear at the end of the long street, Ling Jiang came back to his senses and picked up the one on the table with a puzzled expression. I don't know what this Xu Zhen Daoist wants to do.

"The minds of these foreigners are really incomprehensible. Ling Jiang thought to himself.

Ling Jiang walked out of the tea shop and happened to bump into a woman dressed in blue, she was carrying her bag, changing into shoes for a long journey, and glanced at herself when she raised her hood.

"Su Xiaoxiao?"

"Ling Jiang?"

Su Xiaoxiao never thought that she would meet him here. Every time I went to look for Lingjiang in the thatched hut in the past few days, Ya'er said that she was not there, and she really didn't understand what she wanted to do after this sour show didn't study.

"Where are you going?" Ling Jiang asked curiously, only to find that Su Xiaoxiao was still followed by a tall man dressed in black.

It's him......

This man once wanted to buy the book given by Mr. Su in Guanghan Building.

"I'm going to Kyoto. Su Xiaoxiao said softly, "I haven't seen you all the time, so I haven't had a chance to say goodbye to you." ”

"To Kyoto?" Kyoto is just north of Gangneung, and it is said that it is very cold, and those of them who grew up in the south can't stand it at all.

"Hmm. Su Xiaoxiao nodded, "There is a Donghuang Academy in Kyoto, I want to go there." ”

In this regard, Ling Jiang did not feel strange at all. Mr. Su himself is a scholar, and there is nothing wrong with wanting his children to go to the academy to read more books. It's just that the man in black next to Su Xiaoxiao is obviously a foreigner, how can Mr. Su rest assured that his daughter will go away with this stranger?

"I heard that you are Xiaoxiao's brother-in-law?" the man in black asked.

Ling Jiang nodded.

"My name is Dongfang Taiyi, and I will take care of her. The man in black looked at Ling Jiang and said.

"Good. Ling Jiang nodded.

thought to himself that he didn't need to say this, although he was Su Xiaoxiao's brother-in-law, he was just a title in vain, how could he have fulfilled this brother-in-law over the years?

I don't know how my father made this agreement with Mr. Su, maybe he should feel a little ridiculous now, right?

"Let's go. Su Xiaoxiao looked up at Dongfang Taiyi, who was much taller than herself, and said softly.

"Hmm. He nodded, and also carried his bags and led Su Xiaoxiao to leave together.

Ling Jiang exhaled a long breath, and felt very empty in his heart. The people I know are gone, and I don't know when we will meet again.

The sun was shining, leaving only a black reflection on the ground. Ling Jiang returned to the grass hut alone, and he suddenly felt that such a day was a little boring.

Or maybe he's been bored, but he's never noticed it.

He is already a showman, and it is a matter of course for him to study and take the exam, but now he is holding his breath and going the other way, but he doesn't know where he is going, which is a bit ridiculous.

The thatched hut is empty, and Ya'er doesn't know what happened lately, and she often goes out alone. Maybe it's because I don't have to take care of myself all day, so I want to walk around.

Ling Jiang walked into the house, and wanted to put away the bamboo flute and Qiuhao together, but pinching the Qiuhao in his hand, he had some wonderful thoughts in his heart.

I simply found the remaining paper at home and grinded some ink. It's not that poetry is exciting, but I always feel comfortable writing something.

He held some ink in his hand, and couldn't help but feel a little worried when facing the blank plain paper.

After thinking about it, he decided to write down the word "Yao".

呲呲......

It slashed across the paper, making a slight sound.

Strangely, however, there was no ink left on the paper.

"What's going on?" Ling Jiang couldn't believe it.

I dipped some ink again and continued to write on the paper. Ling Jiang stared at the clean plain paper with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Is this fake?" Ling Jiang shook his head helplessly.

He put away the plain paper and went out to scoop a scoop of water, wanting to rinse it.

The clear water washed through, and the thick ink attached to the autumn hair was like a rushing torrent, surging away, and then a small handful of water was used, and the autumn hair in the hand was so clean that it could not be seen that it had just been stained with thick ink.

He put the ladle back into the water tank, and stood in the shade of the tree to look at it carefully, and he couldn't see anything famous for a long time.

I saw Rhubarb carrying a hoe in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, pulling up his trouser leg and striding from the path, with some mud marks left on his trouser leg.

"Hey, Ling Jiang, you're here too!" Rhubarb stepped forward and smiled at Ling Jiang, "It's just right, I just had two taels of wine, and I still have some peanuts at home, let's drink a pot." ”

"I ......" Ling Jiang wanted to say that I don't drink, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. After all, he didn't know how much he drank before he lost his memory, and if he accidentally said something that leaked, it would be difficult to recover.

So, Ling Jiang was dragged by Rhubarb into the courtyard of his house.

Rhubarb put down his hoe and flask, moved a wooden table out of the house, and the two of them sat under the eaves, with a stack of peanuts, and raised their glasses to drink.

Ling Jiang looked at the white wine in front of him, which was as clear as water, exuding a strong fragrance, which made him very curious, and subconsciously poured a big sip.

When the water and wine enter the throat, it is like a fire.

I almost choked him......

Seeing this, Rhubarb hurriedly persuaded him, "You said that your alcohol consumption is not good, what are you doing in a hurry?"

Ling Jiang was stunned and couldn't cry or laugh, you knew that I didn't drink well, and you still dragged me to drink, you want to murder your neighbors?

After three sips of wine in his stomach, Ling Jiang arrived and was a little dizzy, presumably because this wine was quite strong, he had to take it slowly.

Rhubarb didn't force Ling Jiang either, but took a sip of the wine in the cup, stuffing two peanuts into it from time to time, "I said Ling Jiang, what are you going to do in the future?"

"What ...... do" Ling Jiang replied a little confused, "I don't know what to do......

"It's really not good, you can come and farm with me, and I will share half of the harvest at the end of the year. Da Huang knew that Ling Jiang couldn't do anything other than read and write.

If he is the only one in the town who reads, it would be okay to write a letter for someone, but now it seems that it is still very difficult, after all, Mr. Su's name is there, who wants to write a letter without asking Mr. Su for help?

"I'm ......" Ling Jiang took another sip of wine, seemed to be a little addicted, and muttered, "Actually, I kind of want to go to the ...... Ann ......"