The galaxy is silent, and the long street is ten miles of lights.

The fourth largest city in the Eastern Regions - Bianjing. The lights are on at night.

On normal days, there is no curfew in Bianjing City, and there will be curfew only in special times, and it is only ten days a year at most.

Therefore, the fireworks in Bianjing City is very prosperous, singing and dancing every night, drunk and golden.

In an alley called "Willow Flower Lane", the rich and noble boys who come to spend money and have fun come and go at night, endlessly. Among them, there is a down-and-out boy, holding a folding fan with a not-so-new yarn embroidered bird picture, dressed in white, and walking into a place called "Wanjun Pavilion" with a drunken face.

The down-and-out boy climbed to the third floor, his eyes lit up, and he walked forward quickly, walking towards the woman in pink who was sitting in the carved corridor and pulling the erhu alone.

"Yunyi, I'm here. The down-and-out boy spoke softly, then opened the folding fan and walked over with a gentle rocking.

"It's you?" Jing Moqiu, isn't your Jing family already raided?!, why are you still here?!" The woman named Yun Yi stopped pulling the erhu, raised her head and frowned, and raised her eyebrows, and her voice lit up with a nice voice, but her tone was a little indifferent.

"Cloud Thread...... You...... What's wrong?" Jing Moqiu heard the woman call him by name, his movements immediately stiffened, and his face sank.

"What? Do you still think you are the young head of the dignified Jing family? Can the Jing family still have a full stomach now?" Yun Yi sneered coldly.

At the end of the Jing Dynasty, Qiu's heart ached, when their Jing family was glorious before, he spent tens of thousands of silver and 1,000 taels of gold here, but now the Jing family has only been in decline for a few days, and this woman who is regarded as a confidante by him turned her face and didn't recognize anyone.

"Yun Yi, do you still remember our oath...... Do you remember the ...... you promised me?"

"Shut up! Don't delay my business! I'm already a popular geisha in Wanjun Pavilion, and I'm worth hundreds of taels of silver in an hour! Can you still afford it now?" the woman scolded loudly.

"In this world...... Except for you...... I don't want anything else......" At the end of the scene, Qiu burst into tears and his voice trembled.

"You're just a down-and-out boy with nothing!" Yun Yi's tone was extremely indifferent, and Jing Moqiu didn't know if the person in front of him was still the "gentle and virtuous, with thousands of manners, and peach blossoms" sweetheart he knew.

"When I stand before you in pain...... You can't say I have nothing...... I can't say I'm empty-handed...... I still love you deeply!" Jing Mo Qiu said weakly after looking at the ruthless eyes like clouds and stones.

"Hehe!" Yun Yi sneered when he heard this, then put away his erhu, and returned to the room without looking at Jing Moqiu.

Jing Mo Qiu looked at Yun Yi's resolute back, raised his hand as if to save something, but after all, he put down his hand weakly, laughed at himself, and then turned around, his back Xiao Suo walked towards the outside of Wanjun Pavilion firmly.

"Moegu...... If I don't, how can you put your mind on the Jing family wholeheartedly...... It's all my fault, if it weren't for me delaying you to inherit the position of the head of the Jing family...... Then the Jing family, one of the twenty-seven wealthy families of the East Pole Empire, will definitely not be raided...... It's all my ......" Inside the house, the dusty woman couldn't cry silently, and she couldn't hide it anymore, and her tears wet the erhu and the broken string pipa on the side.

Outside Wanjun Pavilion, the lights have not stopped, and the lights are as bright as ever, but the heart of the down-and-out brother is completely dead.

"May you live the rest of your life. Be accompanied by a loved one. Jing Moqiu finally took a deep look at the pavilion behind him, as if he wanted to remember it forever, then took a deep breath and said, when he spit it out again, he casually threw away the precious folding fan and strode away.

When Jing Moqiu left, he was even more depressed than when he came, and he stopped by the food stall on the side of the road, which did not close all day, felt his pocket, found that he had no money, and then prepared to leave. Suddenly, a voice behind him called out to him.

"Friend, stop. I'm new to Bianjing, I'm not very familiar with this area, and I have a lot of questions, can you explain to me?"

At the end of the scene, Qiu stopped his figure, turned his head to look, and saw a young man in a green shirt looking at him and smiling slightly, his smile was like a spring breeze. Moreover, the man in the green shirt also carried a little girl who was less than ten years old, and the little girl's eyes were as clear as a mountain spring. So he walked over.

"Come, friend. I don't ask questions in vain, please drink pigeon meat ravioli. It was the young man in the green shirt who smiled and made a gesture of please, inviting the down-and-out brother Jingmoqiu to sit down.

"Just ask any questions. Jing Mo Qiu gulped down the pigeon meat wonton and said in an indistinct voice.

"What is the situation in the world?"

Chu Chou's first question made Jing Moqiu stunned, although it was strange in his heart, but after swallowing the wonton in his mouth, he still answered truthfully, "Straight people promise life and death." ”

"Well, then excuse me. Is there a double law in the world that lives up to it?" Chu Chou nodded and continued to ask.

"There is no perfect thing in the world, and there is no real thing that is always satisfactory, so being a person can only focus on one thing and one thing, if you are distracted and distracted, it is not that you can't do it, but you can't do it so well. Jing Moqiu took another big sip of the wonton and replied.

"Why does the world love to say that the husband and wife in the world are 'gathering and scattering in the clouds, there is really no that, how many can you look at each other at a hundred years old?'" Chu Chou saw that Jing Moqiu's bowl of wontons had bottomed out, so he bought another one, and then continued to ask.

"Because people's hearts are fickle, the so-called sea oath and mountain alliance is just like a cloud of smoke and ...... dissipated in an instant" Speaking of this, Jing Moqiu felt pain in his heart, but he didn't show it.

"That's not quite accurate. Chu Chou shook his head slightly, and then said, "Men and women in the world, who really love each other, are rarely able to walk together for various reasons. Men and women who don't really love each other, or don't love each other so deeply, but end up together for various reasons. There are very few people who really love each other and walk together, so there are very few people who look at each other at the age of 100. Most people can only spend their lives silently behind their backs, looking at the back that has long been blurred in their memory. Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit, that's exactly what you said. ”

"Who are you?" After all, Jing Moqiu is the son of a wealthy family, and he heard that Chu Chou talked extraordinary, but he had never seen or heard of Chu Chou before, so he asked suspiciously.

"A man who is still on the way. Chu Chou was silent for a moment and replied.

"Everyone in the world is on the road. Jing Mo Qiu sighed after hearing this.

"I hope that one day, after he meets her, he can still say softly, 'Don't come to harm'. At the end of the scene, Qiu's heart knot seemed to have been untied at this time.

"That's very good. Chu Chou nodded, got up to pay, and then left this place with Zhao Zhishui and disappeared into the dark night.

At the end of the day, Qiu got up and walked in the opposite direction, he wanted to return to the dilapidated house he was renting now, and began to seriously repair his family.

Many years later, Jing Moqiu, the old master of the Jing family, who overcame all the obstacles and brought the Jing family back to the peak and even moved to a higher level, has already become an official of the Eastern Pole Empire's subordinate provincial scholar and Wuyingdian scholar, which can be described as a very popular minister, one person under ten thousand people.

One day, the old man went down early, which was one of the many rights given to him by the emperor. The old man walked leisurely on the royal road alone with his hands behind his back and hunched over, and suddenly, he remembered the words that a peer of his age who had forgotten his name and even his appearance when he was in despair, and remembered the indifferent eyes of the woman he had never seen again. He seemed to understand something.

At that time, he was too young to understand the tenderness and ease hidden behind the woman's indifferent eyes. It wasn't until later that he went through the ups and downs of officialdom and saw all kinds of people's hearts, and after his experience was rich to the extreme, he thought about a lot of things, and he didn't think about that woman. It wasn't until just now that he suddenly looked back and found that the man was still in the dim light.

"What forgot...... It's all a lie. The old man laughed at himself, and what he had spent most of his life forgetting was just a thought in the end, and his heart swelled again.

The old man rushed back to Bianjing from the capital overnight, and then walked all the way to the "Wanjun Pavilion" back then, without even changing his clothes. Although he did not bring his servants and servants, the battle was not large. However, the purple first-rank official uniform with the crane printed on it, which was rare in the entire empire, was enough to make the entire Bianjing tremble.

Although the old man is old, he is getting stronger when he is old, even if his back is hunched, his pace still has a momentum. Soon the old man walked to the "Willow Flower Lane" of the year, but now it is very lonely, only a few restaurants and teahouses with a very bad business, and the prosperity of the past has passed.

The attic of the "Wanjun Pavilion" in the past has now become the "Wang's Teahouse". The dozing shopkeeper and a young man in the teahouse saw an old man dressed in purple enter the teahouse, thinking that it was an idle gentleman from a family who had come to drink tea, and hurriedly walked over, wanting to grasp this business and serve it well. The most important thing about doing business is the long stream, and the money is earned slowly. A rich man's drinking of a few times of expensive tea is often not as good as the amount of money earned by a wealthy person who comes here every few days and then drinks it for a year.

When the young man and the shopkeeper walked in, they found that the old man's purple clothes were embroidered with a crane picture!

The shopkeeper's eyes were sophisticated, and he recognized that it was a dress that only a first-class official could wear, and he was stunned for a while. But the young man reacted quickly, tugging on the shopkeeper's sleeve, and the shopkeeper reacted. The two knelt down in unison and saluted.

"When did the 'Wanjun Pavilion' that was here before be disbanded?" the elderly Jing Moqiu asked the two of them to get up, and then asked.

"Hui Lord! The grass people's teahouse was taken over from a restaurant, but it is said that the restaurant was taken over from a pavilion, and it seems to be the 'Wanjun Pavilion' in the mouth of adults. The shopkeeper of the teahouse lowered his head and replied in fear, carefully considering every word, for fear that if he used a wrong word, his head would fall to the ground.

Things are not people!

"Are you okay?" Jing Moqiu walked to a table, asked for a pot of tea, took a cup, drank it slowly alone, and took a sip of slightly bitter tea into his throat, as if he was savoring bitter time and memories.

The shopkeeper and the young man stood aside, panting cautiously, not daring to blink an eye.

"I am a protégé of Confucianism, and I have never believed in the Buddhist theory of reincarnation, but today, I really hope that there will be an afterlife between you and me. In the next life, Qing should be a man, and I will be a woman. The old man got up, covered his face with the magnificent purple sleeves of his noble garment, and walked out of the teahouse. Now the old man has finally truly and completely untied the knot in his heart back then.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse and the young man hurriedly followed, and sent the old man, who did not know his identity but must be unattainable, out of the wooden door of the teahouse.

When the old man was about to walk out of this alley, which was now almost unattended, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at the shopkeeper, and said loudly and unscrupulously, "I am penniless now, and I have nothing on my body. But, my name is enough to buy that pot of tea, right?"

"Enough! Enough, my lord will be enough to drink a thousand more pots!" replied the old shopkeeper with all his might, these sixteen words seemed to have exhausted the strength of the old shopkeeper for half of his life. His body trembled with excitement.

Qiu Jing Shoufu, the Imperial Scholar and Chief University Scholar, is one of the most famous imperial ministers in Kyushu today! Today, he actually came to his teahouse to drink tea! In the future, his teahouse will not be allowed to be famous in the entire Eastern Regions! In particular, the seat where Jing Shoufu sat can only be viewed and cannot be sat in in the future! In order to show his respect for Jing Shoufu!

Jing Moqiu smiled and nodded, then turned around and walked away, leaving the place that once haunted him. From now on, no longer wait for the wind to look at the rain and look at the lonely goose, and from then on stand proudly in the world.