The magistrate listened to his sudden and unclear question, and he was a little confused for a while. What does it mean to have brought wine, could it be that you, Wang Zhiran, have been friends with Lord Ben for so long, and you don't know the temperament of Lord Ben, and I don't know the rules that I Fei Jun can eat without meat and not drink without wine.

He turned his body slightly, his expression was playful, and after a little thought, he was about to tease the drunkard old man out loud. didn't wait for words to laugh, but when he turned around, he just saw the little bit of crystal in the corner of the old man's eye.

Although he traveled three thousand miles to study, his knowledge and morality have long been all over the world, and he thought that the article was authentic and famous. After all, it is still a fish in shallow water, and it is difficult to jump into the stream, and the frog at the bottom of the well is difficult to reach the sky. Fei Jun's expression was complicated, and he threw the wine jug hanging in his hand to the old man who was secretly weeping.

"Autumn is cold, and spirits should be blended. ”

The old man wept secretly, and his heart was full of sorrow. He carried the smooth and shiny wine jug that had been rubbed by Fei Jun in one hand, and stroked the hair hanging from the corners of his eyebrows with the other. It's hard to put into words.

Fei Jun was silent, and it was difficult to speak. Seeing that the old man had been wandering for nine days, he didn't come forward to thank the young man, the man reached out and patted his sleeve gently, and stepped closer to the young man whose appearance and color were still a little immature.

"Little brother, today I thank you for drawing your sword and helping you to act bravely. Reach out and repel the two little thugs in one fell swoop. Fei was very grateful, and dared to ask the little brother for his high name, and Fei would visit him one day to express his gratitude. Fei Jun spoke softly.

The man bowed his eyebrows, looked sincere, and bent down to show modesty.

The young man has walked along the way, although he has walked through a lot of famous mountains and rivers, and he has seen thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but such as Fei Jun, he is polite and courteous, and such a humble posture still makes the young man unexpected. Seeing that Fei Jun was thoughtful and sincere, the young man in the humble room forgot how to return the gift for a while.

He was at a loss and panicked. With a small red face, he wandered left and right without knowing what to do. After a while, seeing that the man was still bowing, the young man suppressed his inner embarrassment, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to support the man who was bowing.

"You're welcome, sir, everyone is a wandering high-roller. It's good to meet, why be so afraid. The young man was flustered, and naturally he didn't think much about his words, just learning Zhang Xu's tone and demeanor, but forgetting that the person in front of him was generally a scholar.

The boy slurred, and his words were slurred.

The man smiled mildly and said softly, "Little brother, it doesn't have to be like this. Fei asked about the name of the family, just hoping that he would be able to come to the door one day to express his gratitude, but he didn't think about it, the little brother didn't have to be so flustered. After the man finished speaking, he was afraid that the young man would be flustered, and he raised his head slightly, and saw the little red face in front of him, and the beautiful little girl who was walking slowly towards the two.

So the demon boy and the girl, the boat heart, the crane head Xu Hui, and the feather cup. In this world, there are also such appropriate people. Fei Jun said in a low voice, looking at the girl who had already walked to the boy's side. Staring at it, the man sighed from the bottom of his heart: "How can there be such a proper person in this world?"

"The golden boy and the girl are in line with the rivers and lakes. The man bowed his head and frowned, indescribable.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. Fei Jun's fluttering words sounded in the ears of the young man, but it was a completely different taste.

"Demon boy and girl, swinging the boat, and passing the feather cup" The young man was flustered, and thousands of ripples rippled at the bottom of his brain in an instant. His blushing little face was even more blushing, and his breathing was rapid.

"The name of the family is high, and the students will never dare to be it. It's just that when he was a teenager, he cultivated the acres with his master, lived in seclusion in the barren mountains, and had little contact with the outside world. As for the first name, Master also chose a name for me, calling it Li Zhiyu. If the gentleman does not dislike it, he can know that the universe is commensurate. The young man humbly raised his head, and his clear eyes looked at the man in green clothes with his hair tied.

The young man is polite, courteous, humble and modest. Especially listening to the words of praise from the heart, the posture of bowing his head and eyebrows is enough to explain the pure nature of the young man.

The man couldn't help but smile, admiring and sighing. Just as he was about to make fun of the young man, he didn't expect that the fair girl who was standing aside, holding her cheeks and staring, puffed out her cheeks, took two steps forward angrily, and stood under the hand of the magistrate, her eyes were as angry as a knife, and she was as cold as a snowy day.

Zhao Qingrou's footsteps moved lightly, and the snow stepped on the mud and slowly approached the man. She said angrily for no reason: "Why are these words? Could it be that he deliberately blocked the door with a high platform, so as to take the opportunity to sarcastically say to Li Zhiyu, saying that he is just a martial artist who can only do some low-end acrobatics. ”

The girl's little face is facing forward, and her hands are crossed on her waist, which is obviously uneven.

Fei Jun was really disturbed by the girl's groundless accusation, and suddenly became as red as a teenager, and his eyes were helpless. He Fei Jun was originally a humble gentleman with police ethics and morality, not to mention that he was as gentle as jade, and he did not regret it. It is also a real and reasonable style of belief, and he just had a conversation with the young man, and he asked himself if he had never had such a shallow mind about the high level of the family. was ridiculed by the little girl's sudden words, and in the man's ears, it seemed like a north wind whistling and exploding. The county magistrate, who has always been calm and moderate, can't cry or laugh. I had to look at each other with my eyes and nose to see him.

Wang Zhiran has finished covering his sleeves, although he is a little far away from a few people, but the girl is standing with her waist crossed, and Fei Jun's red face is enough to show that the conversation between several people has become more and more intense, for fear that if she is not careful, she will let the preconceived girl not see the two of her, and there will be a gap. The old man hurriedly walked up, smiled and said, "Little girl, don't get me wrong, I have been friends with Master Fei for many years, how can he be such a person who is praised by his family." As for the little brother, you drew your sword to help us avoid this disaster, and the old man was grateful and admired. ”

The old man hurriedly explained and bowed down to apologize.

Just when the situation here was slightly resolved, several people had a friendly and kind attitude. In the distance, there was a group of Zhige armor soldiers with swords in their hands, busily pushing aside the crowd of onlookers and shouting.

"We have come here on patrol on official business on the orders of Lord Duwei, and we have heard that there are people here who have engaged in private fights and violated the law, so we only take bandits. Those who have nothing to do with this matter quickly retreat. One of the people in the crowd pushed an old man away rudely with one hand and shouted majestically at the crowd.

Everywhere, but there were men, women, and children who saw the traces of the officers and soldiers, and they were already busy retreating and avoiding a group, and at this time, the onlookers who could not avoid it listened to the rough shouting, and they were already frightened, and hurriedly retreated. The crowd was finally opened by the officers and soldiers.

Some people fled in a panic, and naturally there were also some scoundrels who had been in prison for a long time and looked fearlessly at the group of officers and soldiers with sharp blades in their hands, with their hands in their sleeves and whistling, looking fearless and leisurely.

"Those who have nothing to do, quickly avoid!" the officers and soldiers shouted loudly again, and there were already three points of anger in their words.

The scoundrel scratches his ears and cheeks, but he does not move.

Perhaps it was their rude gesture that aroused the anger hidden in the man's heart, and he slashed the spear about half a zhang long with one hand, and shouted again: "If there are people who obstruct the trouble, they will be severely punished." The man's expression was majestic, his arms drooping, majestic, and his voice was cold.

Wang Zhiran bowed down to apologize, and only hoped that this delicate girl, who looked quite rude, would retreat quickly, so that Fei Junli, the magistrate, would avoid retreating and have a step. But the girl was unforgiving, and she was fearless, she didn't retreat for a long time, and she didn't move like a mountain.

The old man bent down to apologize and look at each other, polite and courteous, although he knew the two of them without any ambiguity, he had put on a half-point posture of being full of learning. Such words and deeds, etiquette and humility, not to mention the young man in the matter, even some local scholars who were onlookers gradually couldn't hold it back, and shouted angrily, obviously blaming the two of them. Especially among them, the scholar who recognized Wang Zhiran's identity shouted loudly: "You young man is too rude and arrogant. Not to mention that Mr. Wang is a local Confucian who reads poetry and books, even an ordinary old man should be a little polite and retreat to the two of you, how can you accept such a great courtesy from Mr. ”

The sound of shouting in the market came intermittently, endlessly. What's more, rolling up his sleeves, his face is red, and he is obviously about to scold. Especially some of the local heroes mixed in with it, holding a bright sword in their hands are about to climb high and shout, and they are very strong. The young man, who rarely saw such a serious scene, became more and more panicked and embarrassed, his face and body were full of heat, and his body was hot, and his hands and feet were flustered, and he stepped forward in a panic, and grabbed the old man's bent back and quickly helped him up.

"Mr. is courteous! Zhiyu is a small person, how dare he accept such a big gift from Mr. Mr. should get up quickly, so as not to torment Zhiyu and misunderstand others. The young man looked flustered, grabbed the old man's sleeve and pulled him up.

When the two of them turned into themselves and looked up at the old man's kind face again, the young man exhaled a light breath and wiped the sweat from his palms.

There is etiquette and etiquette here, and you let me retreat, which is full of etiquette. But over there, you pushed me, fighting with fists and feet, crying and scolding.

It was still the majestic man who held Chang Ge in his hand, and he still looked angry and behaved arrogantly. Between the back and forth pushing, many onlookers were pushed aside by him, and for a while the cries and shouts were endless. Just as the man stepped forward again, a pair of black eyes stared at the white-clothed young man a little farther away, and a sudden change occurred.

The man stepped forward, not backing down. Relying on his status as an official and soldier, and because he had already taught those people who refused to avoid it, his heart was much more spacious and bright, not only did he walk away with his sword as usual, but the tense strings of his heart were soothed. I couldn't take two steps, and as the so-called happiness and sorrow, I accidentally stepped on a man with a beard under his chin, a dark complexion, and a long sword hanging from his waist.

The man staggered, and when he stepped on it, he was still burping.

The majestic man's face was displeased, and his expression was high-spirited, and he turned back in an instant, and his appearance was high. This is which blind rat is so bold that such a behavior, wouldn't it damage Lao Tzu's prestige.

The man's eyes were downward, and he kept looking back and forth at the drunken man who didn't have long eyes.

The drunk man was short of breath and drunk, obviously he had just drunk a good spirit, and only then came back from the flower street and alley. He looked drunk, stumbled, and stared blankly. Although he was stepped on by the official, he didn't say much, he just replaced his reclining body with a straight body, knocked the wine jar in his hand that had never been empty, and looked at the high-ranking official with a smile.

"There is beauty but there is no light, the sun and the moon are not bright, and there are guests who do not come, and the heart is gloomy. The drunken man struck the empty jar and recited the poem selflessly.

He muttered to himself, and there was nothing wrong with him. It seems that this official who stepped on himself does not exist in front of him at all.

The official's face changed, and he looked at it condescendingly for a moment, and three points of anger had secretly risen in his heart. He couldn't help but squat down and look at the man's appearance.

The man had a dark complexion, long hair and a masked face, and although he squatted quietly in front of him, he still didn't see his appearance very seriously. He lifted his fingers to remove the drunken man's masked hair. But without waiting for himself to stop deceiving himself, the drunk man turned around, squatted on the ground and vomited out a lot of meat.

There was still an aftermath in the belly of the wine, and in a moment, a large area of wine slowly dispersed with the gentle autumn breeze, which was disgusting.

The crowd around them, watching the official errand approach, slowly retreated, pushed back again, and was startled and drowsy.

The "presumptuous" official shouted loudly, and as soon as he grabbed the man's left hand on the ground, he was about to grab the interrogation and interrogation. But the drunken man is still hiccuping, leisurely and comfortable.

He shook his head and turned around, still in a posture of a child. looked at the official with an angry face in front of him and said, "The military master asked me?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Do you think I'm asking the neighbors, or the people? He sneered. Thinking that I walked through the streets and alleys, observing countless situations in the world, and everyone I saw was willing to retreat, and who dared to be rude to me.

Since the young man pulled up Wang Zhiran's hanging body, with Wang Zhiran's humble and modest, and the character of a lot of ancient celebrities, the two naturally had a lot of words. But before a few people could answer, the dispute between the official and the drunken man had already made the scholars and scholars around them retreat in fear of avoiding it, and hid aside in silence, afraid to speak.

"Master Fei, this is ......" Wang Zhiran looked puzzled and turned around. Star.

Fei Jun turned his body and watched the crowd gradually disperse, and he was also puzzled. Just as he was about to come forward to inquire, the sound of porcelain shattering was incessant.

"It must be a couple who pushes and scolds on the street, and they are not ashamed to collide like this on the street. Li Zhiyu, since this is the case, let's hurry up and ride a horse and go to see the flower and plant corridor where Hengzhou is famous. As soon as the girl had said that, she straightened her back and was about to walk slowly towards the place where the young man bound the horse, but she was not yet halfway there. The lawless girl, who had always been lively, stopped, and watched the person in front of her with a pair of apricot eyes spinning around, but she couldn't turn her eyes for a long time.

The people who come are dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, which is no different from the people in the market. It's just that he has a dignified appearance, and his lofty bearing has his own appearance even if he stands in the crowd, which is not as usual.

The man was smiling, like a spring breeze. The handsome appearance and the Aomine sword hanging from his waist add to the extraordinary bearing.

"Miss, the general thinks about you day and night, and is still deeply concerned, if it weren't for Lao Tian's message for thousands of miles, I still don't know where to find your traces. The man looked helpless and smiled kindly.

"Uncle Tsing Yi!" cried the little girl, obviously overjoyed.

Tsing Yi swordsman Lu Shizhang. Originally, he was a disciple of Bai Xueshan, one of the two most prestigious and famous sword sects in the north and south of Great Chu, and he had reached the realm of a first-class martial artist in his cultivation at the age of a weak crown. Later, he left the sect to study in the north and south to compete in kendo martial arts, and the realm was already supernatural and unpredictable. Especially more than ten years ago, Zhao Shuli, who claimed that a long sword was half of the rivers and lakes of Dachu, held the sword in Beishan, and after many years of absence and did not return, there was a faint limelight in his place. It was only a few months ago that I heard that Murong Tao's long sword, which was invincible in the northern country, was broken, which made Zhao Shuli, who had disappeared for more than ten years, be talked about by the market again, and this made the "sword god" who the world's heroes wanted to transfer to Lu Shizhang's head for a long time.

Lu Shizhang looked at the little girl with a happy face, and then turned around and stepped forward again. After taking a few steps, a young man dressed in white approached with a vigilant face, looking at the handsome man of the wind god as if he were facing a great enemy.

"The little brother must be the white-clothed young man Li Zhiyu mentioned by Lao Tian! Lu Shizhang was pleasant, and his eyes were pure. Looking at the young man's gaze, it was both gentle and a little thoughtful.

The young man was silent, he turned his body and looked at the girl with a smile on her face, and he was a little confused for a while. This strange man is so familiar with Zhao Qingrou, but the situation in front of him is a little confusing, and it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

The boy whispered to himself, neither moving forward nor backward, lingering in place without moving, staggering.

"Li Zhiyu!" The girl watched him linger in place for a long time, and she was already angry in her heart. I couldn't help but look at the thin figure of the young man and shouted angrily.

The boy raised his head and gritted his teeth, pondered for a moment before he came to his senses and walked slowly towards the two of them.

Fei Jun was independent and passed by the crowd of people who were quickly retreating at this time, but in just a few feet, his neat green shirt was soaked with sweat. Fortunately, the crowd gradually moved away, and the man's eyes finally saw the scene in the middle of the crowd.

"How can you, an official soldier, be so embarrassed by this man? Isn't this a shame for us and a chill for the people? Fei Jun was furious, and his chest, which had finally calmed down, became heaving again.

Fei Jun's voice was loud and undulating. In a word, not only the officers and soldiers who were the leader turned around to look at the man, but even the drunken men who were already drunk and those who had been in a good time and planned to watch the excitement also turned around together, and there was a faint unbelievable meaning in their eyes.

Lao Tzu joined the army by himself, and the blood flowed like a river under the knife, and he also carried hundreds of thousands of lives. How dare you fucking talk like that. Jun Khan put down his right hand holding the knife, and his cold gaze turned from the drunken man's body to Fei Jun.

He had seen Fei Jun's clothes and appearance a few times, but he felt as if he had seen it. When his wandering gaze swept over Fei Jun's thin figure for the third time, he asked in a lost voice: "Are you not, are you not the county magistrate." ”

Fei Jun nodded heavily in agreement.

Many soldiers who stood up listened to Li Zishui say the four words of Lord Zhixian, and their hearts were turbulent. Those who were in charge of the armor changed their previous impatience and turned into a bowing attitude. Although he did not bend down and kneel, his smug face turned into a state of horror, which is enough to explain the panic in his heart.

The armor priest bowed his head and said no more.

Fei Jun walked through the sparse flow of people and slowly helped up the fellow Taoist who could no longer distinguish between east and west, north and south.

He said in a low voice: "It's all a disaster that Fei has no way to govern, and today's chaos is all caused by Fei. ”

Fei Jun was low and sincere.

The drunken man closed his eyes tightly and narrowed into a slit, looked Fei Jun back and forth twice, and a smile suddenly appeared on his dark face.

Without waiting for Fei Jun to speak again, the man said cheerfully: "My lord's words are serious. ”

"I have heard that Fei Jun, the magistrate of Qi'an County, is virtuous and virtuous, not only the small and large prisons are clear, but also the governance is stable. In the first place, I thought it was all the words of others, and I didn't believe it. can be drunk here for three days, and the party is well-known. The man spoke slowly, stretching out his sleeve to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.

Although it was a compliment, Fei Jun didn't feel good at all when he heard it. Although this scene has passed, there are many good and bad things in the governance office, and there are many people who abuse power and indulge in power, how dare they talk about the word Qingming. But before he could speak, the drunken man probably saw the shame in Fei Jun's eyes, he looked at Fei Jun and said sincerely: "In this way, it is already a peaceful scene!"

After the man finished speaking, it seemed that he finally couldn't suppress the melancholy and tiredness in his heart, and his head tilted and he fell asleep.

"Sir, sir!" Fei Jun called softly, but the man's thunderous snoring had already resounded all around.

Li Zishui saw that the man was sleeping deeply, and his tense heartstrings relaxed a little by half a minute. But Fei Jun's gloomy face made him still dare not relax too much, so he could only bow his head and lower his eyebrows to watch the future.

Behind a few people, Wang Zhiran, a moral celebrity who is the best in learning and morality, quietly approached, he waved gently to the down-and-out scholar Pan Zhijun with one hand, and slowly waved his sleeves at the drunk man with the other.

"Dare to ask what advice Mr. has?" the scholar, who had already woken up, picked up the fluttering green silk with one hand and tightened the bag hanging from his shoulder with the other.

"It's nothing? It's just that the old man thinks that one drunk is not drunk, and the two are drunk. The old man's eyes were half-opened, and his words were leisurely and thoughtful.

Let's talk about Meiping County, since the day Zhang Haiju went out at night and didn't return all night, the old servant Tian Yuan in black suffered a whole night, but he still couldn't close his eyes. He tossed and turned, up and down left and right, but he was afraid that Zhang Hai had made something wrong and wanted to go out to visit, and he was afraid that his previous secret praise would wear out the young man's mental cultivation, but if he didn't go, he didn't return this night, if there was really a mistake, what would it be?

The old man hung his curtains and stayed awake all night. In the early morning of the next day, before the sun hung in the east, the old man got up and dressed and prepared to go out to visit, but as soon as he opened the door, there was a scene in front of him where Zhang Haiju had been at home for a long time.

A young and beautiful girl dragged a graceful jade step out, holding a fan to cover her face and smile. Although the mud on the coat of the son-in-law who appeared in front of him was dripping and rolling like dust, the Fanghua woman who was watching was full of joy in her spring eyes.

"Zhang Gongzi, farewell for two days, I don't know if Gongzi can be worried, whether he has also missed in the clear sky" Huaixiu twisted his hair with two fingers, and his starry eyes were like rain.

Without waiting for Huaixiu to hang her head and scratch her head, a woman dressed in red came out with her waist crossed. Looking at the young man with a scruffy beard on her face but a little more resolute, she moved slowly and walked slowly.

"Zhang Gongzi, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I am especially worried. Yesterday I said goodbye in my dream, and to this day, I still have tears on my clothes, and I hate the dream of Lian Li...... "Before she could speak and laugh, a snow-white fox jumped on the young man's thin shoulders with a flutter, grinning and roaring, and his hair was all open.

The little girl stepped back in a panic and covered her face with her long sleeves. Without waiting for Yingying Yanyan, who was surrounding Brother Gongzi, to continue to chatter, the black-clothed old servant, who had been waiting impatiently, pushed aside the crowd and startled the ground.

Although there were shouts and scolding, in the end, they couldn't withstand the old man's sturdy and elegant figure.

Zhang Haiju stood in the middle of the group of warblers and swallows with tears and laughter, smelling the different rouge gouache on each person's body, and he suddenly missed the bright-eyed girl.

With a squeak, the closed door slowly opened, and Qiu Ruhai, who was still sleepy, opened his sleepy eyes and said loudly

"What are you yelling about?"

Qiu Ruhai's long hair covered his face, obviously not combed. Just as he was about to continue scolding the young women who still refused to give up, the man's eyes turned to see the huge white fox squatting at the young man's feet.

"Yo he!

......

Wang Zhiran stretched out his two hands, grabbed Pan Zhijun, who was just a new acquaintance, with one hand, and slowly pulled up the drunken sleeping man with the other hand, and looked at the man's face full of dirt and dust.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" Pan Zhijun said suspiciously, looking at the old man who was still unknown.

The old man ignored it, he looked at the drunken man's face for a moment, and then looked at Pan Zhijun, who looked quite appropriate, the old man smiled heartily, and whispered in the ear of Fei Jun, the magistrate: "I don't think Lord Fei didn't bring wine, I'm afraid there is something difficult in his heart." But today, it may be a fate for us two drunks to meet these two drunks. ”

The old man was mysterious and secretive, and his words made the magistrate more and more unable to see the old man's original intentions. He swayed two steps, stepped back a little, and asked softly, "What do you mean, sir?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "This writer can write documents for adults, and as for this drunk person, he can stretch his strength for adults." ”

Fei Jun hesitated, he turned to look at the drunken man and then at Wang Zhiran, who was quite sure, and asked uncertainly: "Is Mr. drunk? Although the official has the right to check and act on matters of the size of the yamen, the officials of the size of the yamen must also report to the county of Yuzhou, and only with the consent of the county guard? ”

The old man stomped his footsteps in hatred and said, "Stupid! Now the county guard has opened up the Liufu and recruited soldiers to make a line of troops. Although the counties under the county are now silent and silent, if there is a change in the imperial court one day, with the position of the county guard, it is ironclad that they will use troops against Wu Yue. At that time, if there is no movement in my Qi'an County, how can you Fei have a good time. ”

The old man spat and sprayed the county magistrate's face.

"But even so, you should look at the way you are coming. If the whereabouts of these two people are unknown, what if they don't cause trouble one day?" Fei Jun asked rhetorically.

"At this time, the right is first loosened and then tightened. Besides, I pray that the county will neither benefit from the soldiers of the county of Yanhai, nor will it have the posture of supporting the wind and marching the army, if we blindly abide by the rules and regulations, we will not be able to move even if we want to. Besides, the magistrate thinks about it, your so-called inadmissibility to display your talents, whether the county keeper has not given you a chance, or you yourself have missed the opportunity in vain. When the old man said this, he was already very angry, and he threw his sleeves back, and was about to get up and go back.

Fei Jun's expression was distorted, looking at the old man's posture gradually moving away, he finally gritted his teeth, and the words almost spit out from his mouth word by word: "Yes!"

The young man walked slowly towards Lu Shizhang, his steps were slight, almost one step at a time. For some reason, he naturally had a fear of this man who was obviously very familiar with Zhao Qingrou and looked a little kind.

Lu Shizhang didn't see the scene of the talented boy fighting with Zhu Changfeng and Hui Chenguang, so naturally he didn't know the depth of the young man. However, looking at the young man's firm and hesitant steps, the man also found it very interesting.

"This little guy seems to be very wary of me. But......" He turned to look at the girl with a happy smile on her face, and then at the boy.

Li Zhiyu came slowly, no matter how reluctant he was in his heart, the path that should be walked would eventually come to an end. However, in just a few distances, the young man walked quite embarrassed and slow, as if the man who was very familiar with Zhao Qingrou had a life-and-death enmity with him, so he was reluctant to step forward while walking, and wanted to retreat and turn back while walking.

"Why is this?" The young man didn't understand why, and he didn't understand why he was like this, just as he didn't know when Zhao Qingrou would leave, and he didn't know when he would be alone again.

"Zhao Qingrou!" the young man shouted quietly, stretching out his slender fingers and beckoning softly to the girl.

Zhao Qingrou pursed her lips, and when she saw that he no longer stepped forward, the boss in her heart didn't like it.

"That's it, that's it. Who told me to take care of him so much all the way, so what's the harm in taking care of him again this time? The girl spoke softly, and finding an excuse to reluctantly persuade herself, stepped forward, and she reached out and pulled up the boy's sleeve, and came in small steps.

The sun is long, and the wind is not sorrowful.