Volume 1 The Fall of the Immortal Emperor Chapter 21 What kind of thing is this?

In the blink of an eye, it is the New Year. On such a day, Yang Hanting couldn't help but think of Shushan and the ink cicada. I wonder how she's doing now?

Sweep away the hut dust cleaner, a stick of fragrance to worship the nine skies.

All things welcome spring and send remnants, and the end of the year is tonight.

The raw pot is blazing and roaring bamboo, and the New Year's feast is open to listen to the song pepper.

Wild guests need to know that farming is good, and the clouds and winter snow have not completely disappeared.

This is a poem about New Year's Eve, describing the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, the wandering family's lovesickness, deep thought, euphemism, and touching.

Yang Hanting still remembers this poem, because when he was alone in New York, he missed his family very much, he was a rich second generation, and his family ran a company, but he did not have the arrogance of the usual rich second generation at all, but was very economical and thought about his parents in everything.

After coming here, he felt that he had gained a lot, such as love, like Linxi and Mo Cicada, some of them were simple and sincere, which was rare in that era, which made him feel very rare.

He felt that he was the focus of attention here, which was not inexplicable, because he felt that the people here preferred to be careful, and they were all small things, which was different from intrigue, they seemed to be more like prepared quarrels, which reminded Yang Hanting of the word "interesting".

In addition to pasting the word "Fu", there are customs such as sweeping dust, keeping the New Year, paying New Year's greetings, worshiping gods and ancestors, praying for blessings, temple fairs, lighting wine, and appreciating flower lanterns. And ancestor worship not only covers all ancient traditional festivals, but also the eternal theme.

Paste Spring Festival couplets, set off guns, keep the New Year, and press the New Year's money.

Jiang Suo stood at the gate, watching the shop guys at the foot of the mountain send many New Year's goods, and he counted them one by one.

Yang Hanting walked from behind and looked at it with interest.

Jiang Sue is strange, he doesn't seem to care much about revenge anymore, these days are much better, unlike a few days ago, he pulls his face every day, it's not that it's not good-looking, but who sees it and who is afraid.

Jiang Sue also had some courage to talk to him, and walked up with a smile on his face, watching him touch something.

He looked like he had never seen a fruit New Year painting, and he looked at it carefully, and when he looked up, he found that Jiang Sue was looking at him, and there was incredible surprise in his eyes.

Yang Hanting was a little bored, this guy likes to figure out other people's hearts too much, he won't see that he is not from this world, right?

When he was holding the New Year's painting just now, he thought of the New Year's goods in his hometown, but the difference is bigger than here, although many of them are the same, such as Spring Festival couplets and firecrackers, there are no dumplings here.

Yang Hanting pinched a bowl in the kitchen and ate it secretly.

After eating, the feeling of extreme boredom hit his heart, he and Luo Yuxiang didn't know why, they became more and more speechless, and they didn't say hello every time they met, he knew that Luo Yuxiang was very disappointed in himself, first the girl in purple, and then the matter of attacking Ning.

The matter of attacking Ning is definitely nothing, but the girl in purple, Yang Hanting still can't forget it.

That day, she was wearing a lilac tulle dress, a very soft one, which looked very bright and beautiful, coupled with her light eyebrows, delicate facial features, and exquisite figure, all of which made Yang Hanting unforgettable.

Her eyes were full of innocence, and she seemed to compare the ink cicada to something.

That's right, it's that kind of youth and vitality.

Her plump breasts are so stiff that they make people salivate when they think about it.

Yang Hanting's mind was full of her appearance and her eyes.

He couldn't stop it.

The only way he could satisfy was that she was here at the moment. But this man came and went in a hurry and disappeared too quickly.

"If only we could see each other again. He muttered to himself.

Yang Hanting had a whim, and before it was too late, he went to Kaihe City and walked at that intersection again.

When he left, only Luo Qinghe saw it, maybe he was lucky, not Jiang Sue and Luo Yuxiang.

Luo Qinghe only felt that he was a dazed young man.

What he thought in his heart was that it was a pity for the Qin Pavilion!

That day, Jiang Sue told Yang Hanting about the backing behind the Beihuang Pavilion, and Yang Hanting was very grateful, because if Jiang Sue didn't mention a word, he would hold a grudge for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, Jiang Suo has some knowledge.

Others don't understand, but don't such a person who is not deeply involved in the world understand? Isn't it true that he has lived for 50 years in vain?

It is said that although Jiang Sue did not see him go down the mountain, from the signs everywhere, he at least knew that there was one person missing, and he even saw the leftover dumpling from the kitchen bowl.

He only picked it up and looked at it, and then immediately put it down, and it is not an exaggeration to describe his mood as fearful.

He is full of rich imagination about Yang Hanting's hometown.

Yang Hanting walked down the mountain, hurriedly following the route of the day, and when he passed the intersection, he had a feeling that he could still meet her.

I don't know where, but it's a strong feeling.

It's like meeting in the next second.

The feeling of heart-pounding made him faintly excited.

Leaving the intersection, he walked in a lost way, feeling hopeless.

But he was glad in his heart, and this was what he had met in this place...... The girl who really excites him!

When I walked under an old tree, there were more people here, and they were holding an annual party and setting off firecrackers.

Yang Hanting sat down on the stump of the tree, looked at the crowd, and suddenly someone behind him murdered him: "Alas, let it go." ”

Yang Hanting turned around suddenly, and saw a fierce woman coming to his side and asking him to make room.

"My young lady will come later, she designated this place as hers, you let it go!"

The fierce maid looked at him deeply, and felt that his face was hateful, and rolled her eyes, pretending to be reserved.

Yang Hanting looked indifferent, sat beside her, and asked, "I don't know your young lady, there is always a first to come in everything, right?"

The fierce maid changed her sitting posture, adjusted her voice and said, "My young lady, you are not qualified to climb high." ”

Yang Hanting was immediately disappointed when he heard this, and his face was suspicious.

"Ah, ah, ah, she's here, and the one in red is. ”

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Yang Hanting's eyes, and then squeezed away the wrinkles on his face.

Speaking of which, the way she laughs also has some charm.

Yang Hanting didn't care about the fierce maid, and looked out from afar, no wonder the fierce maid smiled so brightly, it turned out that her young lady was very beautiful, it was the girl in purple last time, but this time she was dressed in red.

The appearance of her eyebrows is very beautiful, not fierce at all, and her red clothes make her skin extremely fair.

She is not smiling, as if an angel has descended into the world.

Yang Hanting looked at her affectionately, her eyes couldn't take her off at all, as if she had been nailed to her, and her plump breasts made her walk full of charm.

One more glance is a crime.

Yang Hanting decided to talk to her, this is the most direct way, I believe that the estrangement can be eliminated soon, his little Jiujiu, this young lady doesn't know at all, but she sees him again, which makes her puzzled and puzzled.

The young lady's eyes were on Yang Hanting, looking up and down a few times, and a cold chill came out of her eyes.

As if he was going to eat him, his face was cold, his heart was cold, and his fingers were ruthless.

"Who are you?"

She asked first, and the question was naturally very cold, cold to the bones.

Noticing that her slender left arm was tied with a piece of gauze, Yang Hanting was distressed for a while and didn't know how to describe it.

They watched the annual meeting together, played a shadow puppet show for a while, and someone danced with knives and guns, she seemed to see some interest, showed a shallow smile, and her indifferent face had a hint of color.

His eyes also brightened, and Yang Hanting sat aside and didn't dare to disturb.

At the end of the show, Yang Hanting showed a little courage and asked timidly: "Girl, you really don't remember me?" ”

The young lady looked at Yang Hanting in surprise, which made Yang Hanting afraid.

She said: "It's you, I remember, you are from Qingshanmen, it's just that don't look at me as a bully, my father is the lord of Kaihe City." ”

The fierce maid is not there because she went to buy lanterns.

Yang Hanting smiled and said, "You want to go home, how about I send you back?"

"I know martial arts, in addition to being the daughter of the city lord, I also have an identity, that is, a disciple of the Bodhi Academy, ignore you. ”

"Miss, the owner of that casino is here again. ”

"What?"

Yang Hanting knew that the situation was coming.

She must have lost money at the casino, and someone was collecting the debt.

"Help me, I'll allow you to send me back. ”

"You're going to be in trouble, I won't send it. ”

Yang Hanting said with a deliberate smile.

"Are you stupid?"

"I'm just a fool. ”

"You! ”

"I'm kidding you, tell me your name and I'll send you back. After Yang Hanting finished speaking, he took her hand and said gently, he didn't expect that it was his left arm that was pulled, she cried out in pain, and Yang Hanting immediately helped her.

This support is not to say, but more like a hug.

As soon as the young lady was hugged by him, she reacted immediately, and her backhand was a slap, Yang Hanting was hit because he was dizzy and didn't have time to react, but he didn't mean to blame.

"I'm sorry, I'm just afraid you'll fall. ”

Yang Hanting said with a sigh.

The young lady looked at him angrily: "I won't tell you my name, you don't deserve it!"

"Don't go, I've been looking for you for a day, I've been thinking about you for a long time, I like you. ”

"Get out of here!"

"Give me a chance!"

"If you quarrel again, I'll kill you. ”

said that he didn't listen, Yang Hanting simply went to kiss her.

The young lady bit him, although there was no blood, but Yang Hanting was really in pain.

"Where am I not worthy of you?" he said, turned around and left.

The young lady looked at his back angrily, gritted her teeth and couldn't come back to her senses, very aggrieved and grief-stricken.

Who knows, Yang Hanting walked a few steps, turned around again, and saw her hiding her face and leaving, he didn't feel a little guilty in his heart, but hated himself for not keeping her.

Sadness shouldn't be talked about, maybe it's more remorse, and she can't catch her heart.

He thought to himself that at least he knew who she was.

Didn't think about why she hated herself.

He thought that she would not be able to escape from the palm of his hand no matter how horizontal she was, and he couldn't laugh if he wanted to, and looked at the ground in a trance, and suddenly, he thought of something and decided to chase after him.

He saved her at the hands of the people in the casino, and this time, her attitude softened a little, and she looked at him sideways with a look of disgust.

"I saved you, can I send you back now? ”

"You went too far, I won't agree. ”

"Miss, let him send it, otherwise, if the people from the casino chase after him, what will he do?"

The fierce maid said worriedly.

"That's no need, I hate him when I see him, it's not far from home, go faster, it's more dangerous to go with him. ”