Several people laughed and talked happily, asking each other about their strengths and weaknesses. Halfway through, they already know each other well. The young man didn't have the embarrassment and panic of the first encounter, but when a few people occasionally talked with words, he still couldn't let go of his hands and feet.

Although the young man looked embarrassed and it was difficult to let go of his hands and feet completely, what he said was the lean science taught by Mr. in the past. It sounds like a sense of mutual confirmation and reflection from time to time, which provokes the old man to frequently bow his head.

The girl is very different, for the source of the old man's words, the words are half-understood, but the girl's mind is lively, nonsense, and answers casually, provoking the old man who reads poetry, books and music from time to time to hold his forehead and sigh, only rude, and secretly slander a few words in his heart that only villains and women are difficult to raise.

Wang Zhiran walked first, commenting on poems and articles, while Fei Jun paced slowly and then walked away, sometimes far and sometimes near.

"Mr. Wang, I heard that when you went north to study in your early years, you passed by a book shop called Kuzhai. There are 10,000 volumes of books in it, and there are all kinds of books. There is the rise and fall of historians, and there are essays and travelogues. It's just that the owner of the store behaves strangely, and most of the people who enter the door to buy books are blasted out by his rudeness. Dare to ask Mr. if it is true or not. The man raised his head and asked a question that had been in his heart for a long time.

The old man twisted and turned, up and down, and did not answer.

The boy tilted his head and followed behind several people as he walked through the forest, stepping on grass and flowers.

The magistrate didn't answer the question, and he was unwilling, but because of the old man's attitude, it was not easy to ask again. He turned his eyes and saw a snow-white lonely goose flying around the forest in the distance, and the man asked again.

"Brother Wang, there is an old man under the yamen who said that when you were young, you worshiped with him, and you once worked together as a gentleman on the beam, peeking at the girl taking a bath and changing clothes, I don't know if it's true or not. Fei Jun looked playful and stared at the old man without blinking.

The boy stepped down in one step, and he was going to hover in the air in an instant when he took the second step, stopping without falling.

"Mr. Wang would do the same thing?" the boy asked himself in a low voice. The little girl sitting on the horse grabbed the reins shyly and kicked the sluggish boy with her legs.

The old man finally stood still, no longer pretending to be serious, and his steps finally stopped, and he repeated the word nonsense.

With Wang Zhiran and Fei Jun leading the way, the pace of the group's progress has been much faster. Not only walked through the mountains and rivers with beautiful scenery, but also walked through the road flat, with four feet facing the sky. Even the territorial forces with those green forest heroes in the city were all bypassed by the men who led the way, and there were few twists and turns. Although it can't be said to have a panoramic view of all the scenery in Hengzhou Town, it is really a feast for the eyes along the way.

The young man walked briskly, still holding the reins of the horse that had been through the wind and rain all the way, but still shiny. The young man held the reins and walked slowly, but after two steps, the young man turned around and looked at the girl with a smile and asked, "Zhao Qingrou, you said that the autumn light and scenery here, and when you and I sat on the snow-white fox and roamed in the secluded forest that day, which scenery was more dazzling?"

The girl ignored it and reached out to tuck the strands of hair that hung down from her forehead.

A few people asked and answered, and unconsciously gradually walked through the rare places of people, and arrived at the market where there are few ordinary people.

"Back then, Da Chu opened two cities, the government and the people, and the ban was imposed at night, and this place was mostly a place for ordinary people to barter with each other. It was only later that the north and the south were forced, and the officers and troops were under pressure. Many people from the northern and southern borders either fled to South Vietnam or were taken captive to the north. After coming and going, the most prosperous place has become the most depressed place. It's really time, life!" The old man sighed.

"Back then, when I Fei Jun was still studying morality in the study, thinking hard about hundreds of articles. And how do you know that there are so many? Fei Jun's face was a little chilly when he smiled.

The young man led the horse, and turned a deaf ear to the sighs of the two, so naturally he did not comment on it. However, the girl was a little sad at this time. She quietly stopped caressing the slender fingers of her little face, and instead reached out and tugged at the reins.

"Cui?" Pan Zhijun asked suspiciously.

The woman blushed and nodded slightly.

Zhang Xu turned back and forth in the house for a long time, and the scenery in the house came to his mind bit by bit along with the past.

At that time, the flowers and willows were drowsy, and the upright and middle-aged scholar grabbed the young man's little hand and never looked back.

"Steward Tian, it's getting late, and Mr. hasn't returned for a long time, I'm afraid there will be other changes in the places where the road passes. Why don't I go out and look for it, and I have a confidence in my heart. Zhang Xu turned around and held the sword, looked at the man and nodded lightly, Zhang Xu took the sword and went out.

Tian Jian shook his arm lightly and beckoned gently to Zhang Xu's figure that was gradually moving away.

In front of the door, accompanied Zhang Xu to the north and south, the green horse that had passed through the rivers and lakes was lowering his head and chewing the green and yellow under him.

The gate creaked, and the white-clad swordsman, whose clothes had not been washed with mud, stepped on his horse and hurried away.

The avenue is flat, just right for the horses to gallop. But the swordsman, who has always been calm and cautious, stretched out his hand and held the reins of his horse, not daring to slack off at all. Although there are few people ahead, the autumn wind is flat. However, the swordsman who has reached the second grade of martial arts cultivation and has not yet reached the second grade of cultivation looks at the small path with no traces of fireworks and people, and he does not dare to take it lightly.

Zhang Xu pulled the reins and was cautious.

At the front of the avenue, the man in black, who also carried a long sword with him, sat on a bench with one leg missing, holding a brand new letter and reading it with relish.

"Interesting. I folded the fan Wang Lin only made one transaction a year, but I didn't expect that the first transaction of this year would be a good show of cannibalism. This human world is impermanent, how can there be one end. The man shook his head and nodded at the delicate handwriting.

"Stay!" the man suddenly chuckled softly, grabbed the shabby bench under him with one hand, and stretched out his arm to smash it down at the handsome man who came in small steps.

The stool is an ordinary wooden stool, not to mention swords and daggers, even the sharpness of those ordinary blades is not as sharp as just in case, but in the hands of this man who swung the stool and smashed it like a three-foot green blade out of the sheath, this ordinary wooden stool was as fast as a longbow, and it fell down in the blink of an eye.

The horses neighed, and countless dust fell from the ground and air.

The blue and white are intended to be used as a sword, killing one person in ten steps.

"What a handsome kung fu!" the man named Wang Lin smiled softly, his big sleeves fluttering, and quietly put the letter that had gone through many people on his waist.

Wang Zhiran touched the scene and was hurt for a while. The old man lowered his head and looked at his palms motionlessly. After a long time, he turned around and said with a smile: "People have a lot of memories, and the past lingers in my heart for a while, so it is difficult to express, don't be surprised." Wang Zhiran walked forward again, walked through the corridor with different expressions, walked around the willows and bamboos, and finally arrived at the elegant ancient residence with two strings of wind chimes before sunset.

The palace, the mansion occupies more than a radius, and the momentum can also be called magnificent. It's just that the long road inside is twisted and turned, and there are many places to go back and forth, so when you look at it outside, you only feel that the corridor waist is back, and there is quite a mountain and water aura in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is debatable as for the magnificence.

The old man stood at the head of the door. After waiting for a while, when everyone didn't come forward, the old man turned around and said with a smile: "What's polite? It is still the moral hall of the Bodhisattva real person. Or my broken temple can't accommodate all of you. ”

"How dare you? Your Mr. Wang has studied the past and the present, and has a wide range of scriptures and history, and the aura of the residence is overflowing. Even if you are shabby in the palace, the wind comes from all directions. Isn't there anything that the sage said about the gentleman's residence, is there anything ugly? Mr. Wang is modest?" Fei Jun took over and couldn't help but make fun of the old man a few more words.

Wang Zhiran was not angry or anxious, and no longer cared about this Wang Bajin who had eaten the scales and had an iron heart. He leaped over the man's somewhat emaciated figure and set his gaze on the young man with speckled mud on his clothes.

The young man was already very familiar with the old man, but he looked at the old man at this time. The young man's calm and unmoved heart suddenly turned into waves and waves, stretching and continuing.

"The old gentleman turned around for a long time, and finally came home. But I, Li Zhiyu, are floating around, hungry for wind and frost, thirsty for morning dew. The world is so big, where is home?" The young man bowed his head and sighed, but the closed door was slowly opened.

Ding Ding Dong Dong! Ding Ding Dong Dong!

Before the person who opened the door showed his face, the melodious wind chimes floated out of the crack in the door and reached the ears of the young man.

The wind chimes are long, awakening people's hearts. Before the man who looked like a housekeeper could speak first, the white-haired old man in the shawl had already taken the lead in saying, "I don't know if my bad old man is back drunk, whether it is a reunion of old friends or a reunion of relatives." ”

The man replied with a smile, "It depends on how many times this string of wind chimes rings." ”

The old man clapped his hands and laughed.

The old man and Fei Jun entered the door of the house back and forth, and disappeared in an instant. If it weren't for the white-faced and kind-hearted man standing in front of the door and bowing down and waiting for him to enter the house, I'm afraid the young man and Pan Zhijun would still be looking at each other on the same ground.

The palace is rounded, and a county is famous. Not only has it been given the reputation of a nine-bend and eighteen bends, but it is also listed in the mouth of the local rivers and lakes as a third-class no-go place limited to the government and military camps. I would rather go to another place to scrape the anointment than come to the palace to take ill-gotten gains. Because before he left the palace, he was already surrounded by the pattern of the mansion. Just like the two sentences written by the predecessors: is entering the circle of the mountain, one mountain lets go of the other. Maybe there are many jokes in it, but you can also take a peek at the leopard and understand the difficulties in the meantime.

"Zhao Qingrou, look at what is carved on that beam. I haven't seen it in the Academy?"

"Zhao Qingrou, you said that ordinary people's clothes are already difficult, this palace is painted red with big pillars, magnificent, and the degree of food and clothing is ten times better than that of ordinary people, such a luxury family, is it appropriate for us to enter so rashly?"

Teenagers who are accustomed to living an ordinary hard life will inevitably be narrowed when they enter the Wang family at the beginning of the year. Twitter, incessant words.

The girl is a serious famous lady, and the luxury in the world has surpassed that of ordinary scholars. Looking at the uniqueness of the palace, I just felt in my heart that there were stones from other mountains and other works. As for the others, they are only general, and there are few others. But seeing the young man's hands and feet swaying, the girl couldn't bear to break his heart, so she had to nod and chuckle, thinking that one day you went to my house, then you must not stare out your eyes.

Zhao Qingrou pretended to be old and noncommittal. Just follow Wang Zhiran's footsteps gradually moving away, watching the layout of this scenery that is quite ingenious in the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Girl, let the backyard cook a few side dishes, and Mr. today will drink two glasses of thin wine with distant guests. The old man beckoned lightly to a smiling girl in front of him.

The little girl stuck out her tongue when she heard this. But after two steps back and forth, the jumping figure disappeared into the winding corridor.

"Master, you spoil this girl too much. Butler Tian Jian reminded softly.

The old man pursed his eyes and said with a smile: "My daughter, I don't spoil her, who spoils her!"

Men should not smack their tongues.

Xu is Wang Zhiran, the word girl touched Zhao Qingrou's unstable heartstrings, and Xu The girl who was not a few years older than herself jumped around and made her feel a little familiar. The lively little girl fell silent in an instant, and her mind remembered her father's cold greetings, and the meekness and thoughtfulness of her brother at home.

"Daddy, mother!" the little girl cried, stretched out her slender fingers to cover her little face, squatted on the ground and sobbed and rolled.

This sudden scene made the young man's heartstrings tense and chaotic.

"Zhao Qingrou, what's wrong with you?" the young man cautiously reached out and patted the girl's shoulder.

The little girl cried and just ignored it.

When Wang Zhiran approached suspiciously, the little girl jumped up and quickly reached out to wipe the tears on her face.

"Li Zhiyu, I don't want others to see me crying. The girl turned and walked behind the boy.

Although the two people of similar age are roughly similar in height and size. But at this time, the girl stood behind the young man, and the young man noticed in his heart that he didn't know when, he was almost half a shoulder taller than Zhao Qingrou.

The little girl cried and replied shyly, even though the master stood in front of her at this time, the little girl still covered her little face and refused to go out. Later, she couldn't stand the hunger, so the little girl turned around, reached out and grabbed a chicken leg, sat beside the young man, and nibbled quietly. After the chicken leg was gnawed, Zhao Qingrou's beautiful little face was already greasy.

This meal not only warms the stomach, but also warms the heart that has gone through hardships and vicissitudes. It's just that the young man didn't say it, he remembered all these warm feelings, these good people, he was looking forward to the day when he would be repaid.