The girl took out the silver taels from the delicate money bag embroidered with lotus flowers and handed them to the little brother.

The little brother didn't answer and said, "I don't want your money." ”

The girl was silent and waited for the following.

It was rare for the little brother not to show a philistine smile as usual, but said coldly: "I don't like you, and I don't like your money." ”

In the past, the girl would inevitably begin to complain and cry after hearing these words, and she was so aggrieved that she wanted to die. But at this time, it was just a dream of Huangliang, but she was able to calm down, and just about to ask questions, she was interrupted by the little brother.

"But everyone loves you but me. The little brother's tone was sincere and gentle, but the exaggerated words could convince the girl, "You are firmly loved, whether it is one person or two people, in this world, there are always people who love you firmly." ”

As he spoke, the little brother picked up the bamboo chair that he kicked over, and arranged the furnishings in the house one by one.

So, you should have the courage to face all the malice in your life. ”

"Because someone loves you safely. ”

When he said this, the sunset had almost completely set, and the afterglow of the rice grains that were given out made the world even darker.

"It's really enviable. ”

It is not only to say to the girl, but also to the emperor in front of him.

Loft Lake Pavilion, two people drink.

After listening to the little brother's story patiently, the emperor waited for a long time, and confirmed that there was no follow-up, before he imitated the little brother's tone and said: "What a boring story......"

The little brother smiled and said, "But you listened very attentively." ”

Emperor Que said: "Because you are the one who tells the story." ”

The little brother said, "How am I different?"

Emperor Que said: "You are unique. ”

There was silence again, and after a long time, the little brother frowned and drank the second cup of tea.

Emperor Que suddenly asked, "Go on." ”

The little brother was puzzled: "Continue what?"

Emperor Que said: "Continue your story." ”

This is not the answer that the little brother wants, he is still waiting, continue to wait.

"Don't wait. Emperor Que urged again.

The little brother was still puzzled: "What are you waiting for?"

Emperor Que said, "You think you are the best pharmacist?"

The little brother was silent.

Emperor Que said again: "I know better." ”

The little brother finally showed a hint of stunnedness.

"So your poison is useless to me. ”

The little brother's expression became anxious, even frightened.

Di Que's tone was flat, but he seemed to comfort him, and said, "It's okay, it's okay." I love to hear stories from you, just don't say these boring stories that are trying to stall for time. Next, I want to hear your story. ”

Seeing the little brother's look that looked wooden because of fear, Di Que naturally changed the topic: "How did you meet?"

As he spoke, his eyes looked at the attic, and the little brother looked back nervously, not feeling any crisis.

His panic came from being poisoned and was recognized.

No one likes to be poisoned, so when a person is found to have poisoned, it generally doesn't end well.

Emperor Que doesn't care, for the sake of the little brother, this little poison is nothing.

He added tea for the little brother, and did not urge, signaling the latter to drink slowly.

The tea is less than half full in the cup, which is a sign of goodwill.

The little brother raised the teacup and stared at it for a moment before slowly drinking it.

A cup of bitter tea entered the throat, and the previous palpitations were swept away.

He finally understood what was good about this tea.

No matter how good the tea, no matter how good the effect, it is just contemplation.

So he finally returned to the appearance of his little brother and told the story that Emperor Que wanted to hear.

......

Gangnam is amorous rain.

The little brother and her met on such a rainy day.

He doesn't like to use umbrellas, even if it's raining, he's the same as ever, braving the rain.

People are running in the rain, the merchants on the street are busy collecting their shops, and the women are busy returning home to collect their clothes. The richly dressed old men calmly let their subordinates prepare a plate or two of dry goods stir-fried, accompanied by new tea after the rain, and gossip with old friends.

This world is always like this, some people don't cover their bodies, some people are covered in Luoqi, some people don't have enough to eat, and some people are wrapped in fish and flesh.

The rain is good rain, and the little brother especially loves to travel in the rain.

The bluestone pavement in the south of the Yangtze River was beaten by the rain to a relaxed rhythm, and the little brother seemed to be accompanied by dance music, happily talking with the showers.

Until, the familiar touch of the rain hitting the skin suddenly stopped.

He looked up in surprise, it was an umbrella.

"This boy, are you a stupid pig? I don't know how to hide when it rains. "The owner of the umbrella is a beautiful woman.

The little brother looked at the woman and said with a smile: "Always avoid the rain, will the rain be very sad." ”

The woman suddenly realized and said, "Bah! Sure enough, it's a pig demon in human form!"

The little brother laughed and said, "What's your name?"

The woman said: "You and I met in the rain, so you can call me Xiaoyu." ”

The little brother said: "You and I meet on the road, you can call me Dalu." ”

Xiaoyu said: "It's my, I didn't ask you." ”

Da Lu said: "It's okay, I'm willing to tell you." ”

......

"Hey, why did you forget to bring an umbrella again?"

The little brother looked at Xiaoyu with a smile and sandwiched a piece of freshly soaked beef into her bowl.

This copper stove boiling with broth is called a wok, but the word wok is difficult to write, and the folk slowly change it to hot pot.

Xiaoyu is too thin, even in this smoke-like Jiangnan, women are always tingting, she is too thin.

"Hey, don't you have an umbrella?"

"I used to have a beautiful umbrella. The little brother said, "It is a rare good umbrella, using the best tung oil in the world, young elephant ivory as the bone, painted by famous teachers, excellent words, and elaborate by outstanding craftsmen." It is said that when rain falls on this umbrella, it will play different music depending on the amount of rain and the speed at which it falls. ”

Xiaoyu is a girl who loves beauty, likes beautiful herself, and likes beautiful things. Of course, she doesn't like "others" who are prettier than herself.

"I'd love to see it. She said.

"It's a pity ......," the little brother said.

"It's a pity how you lost it?" she said.

The little brother was surprised, a little surprised, and looked at Xiaoyu with a smile.

"You said, 'Ever'. ”

Xiaoyu is very smart and talks to smart people without effort.

"If you had such a good umbrella, would you be willing to take it out to protect yourself from the rain?" said the little brother.

"That'...... Is this your ancestral?" Xiaoyu said.

"A friend sent it. The little brother said.

"This friend must be quite rich. Xiaoyu sighed twice, sucked on chopsticks, and said, "I don't have such a friend." ”

"My friend, on the other hand, is often so poor that he has nothing to eat. The little brother took out another slice of beef, this time with half a sauce of pulled seeds, and then put it in a small rain bowl.

Xiaoyu looked at the beef wrapped in bright red hot sauce and was a little distracted, and said in a daze: "I don't have such a friend." ”

The little brother was stunned for a moment, and then said with a gentle smile: "Now I have it." ”

His smile is like a peach blossom blown by a warm spring breeze.

"From now on, I will accompany you. ”

And one more sentence added.

"I'm here to protect you. ”