The young man stared at the corner of the table and said, "Anyone will always go, sir, when will you leave?"

Mei Yaochen said: "It's only been a day or two, I'm afraid of going in a hurry." There is no need to be serious about all kinds of things in the world, and if you send this life, it will be a hundred. So saying, he went indifferently.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of the box, and then remembered the woman in Tsing Yi. The man in Tsing Yi came out of the box, peeked at the young man, and closed the door tightly. She listened to the words of the two and knew that the young man in front of her was already lonely, but tonight she happened to be separated from the old gentleman, and she really had to shut up her life in the future.

The man in Tsing Yi said softly: "The person who was still there just now, don't you tell you that you don't have to be serious?"

She paced a few steps and said, "Then in the future, are you going to enter the capital to test your fame?" Seeing that you live in a bookcase, it's difficult not to lift it, right?"

The young man smiled: "The blacksmith sleeps in Gange, but he is superb in martial arts?"

The man in Tsing Yi said angrily: "His iron-striking skills are exquisite, and he is the same as your scholars' calligraphy skills." ”

The young man said: "Where can I be counted? Besides, I would rather be a centurion than a scholar." I'd rather sleep in the arsenal. can't be a martial artist, if you know how to strike iron, at least you will be dyed with chivalry. If someone is immortal, I want to be immortal with a sword! The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone, but if one day he can serve in the army and kill in Hudi, he will be drunk and lie on the battlefield and admit it! If he is fortunate enough to triumph, he is also willing to gallop thousands of miles like in Mulan's poem, and it is even more wonderful to send me back to his hometown, but where is it still there? Qiyun Mountain? There is no hometown, and there is no hometown, so there is no way to talk about the grandmother and sister, hey..."

The young man began with a resolute gaze and a sonorous tone, as if a million enemy soldiers were about to go into battle to kill the enemy. Later, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a wry smile.

The man in Tsing Yi saw that he was sincere, not like pretentious, and couldn't help but think about all kinds of unbearable situations in the future. Although he still wanted to inquire about Wushang's swordsmanship, he looked sad when he bowed his head slightly, and his expression was sad, it was obvious that he had been holding back in his heart for a long time just now, no matter how open-minded he was as a child, he would be lonely if he lived alone for a long time. What else can I do to talk to him? Could it be that I don't have a lot of chivalrous spirit when he said it? Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "Then what about your father and mother, where are your relatives?"

The young man said gloomily: "I heard Mr. Mei say that I was abandoned on the side of the road and let Master Lu pick it up." But my father and mother must be a last resort, this can't complain about them, isn't it? It is a tired gentleman two or three orphans, Mo My son is hungry and cold, there is a prudence and a flogging, the line should be shaken, and the thoughts are repeated..."

These last four sentences are from a poem in the Han Dynasty, written by a long-ailing mother on her deathbed, with sincere words, compared with the later flashy and talented poems, it is really necessary to teach Taikang Luoying, Qi Liang put it in charge. Although that poem was in the Song Dynasty, women and children often sang it.

The man in Tsing Yi listened to the young man's softer and softer voice, and felt that every word the young man said was full of sentimentality, and he recalled his past situation and felt some pity. I looked at the boy again, but I saw that he was only twelve or thirteen years old, with light clothes and a thin body, and he could be regarded as skeletal and erect. When he raised his head slightly, he saw that he was plain-looking, pale, and had a shallow scar from his ear to his neck, and his appearance was really not pleasant.

She was sneaking at night, and if she was caught, even if she didn't get killed, it would be extremely sinister. I also know what a secret the sword technique is hidden, but I always have to give it a try. But she is also a person of the most affectionate and sexual, and now this young man is lonely, sincere and kind-hearted, and naturally feels pity, and will not stay for a while. The man in Tsing Yi pushed down the young man's shoulders and whispered, "Who doesn't have anything unsatisfactory." Okay, don't you still want to beat the Hu people? Don't you want to wipe your tears, just let them collect the accounts and cut the land? You're also a boy. ”

The young man said: "Yes, maybe my father and mother are still alive and still thinking about me." At this time, I looked at the moon, and maybe they were looking at me under the moon! It's just that the bronze mirror in the sky is too small, and there are so many people shining on it, so crowded, I can't see their appearance clearly. ”

The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, and said, "You kid, you have to press out some water for every word, and your heart hurts your body." But as she spoke, she also turned her head to look out the window.