The long street is coming to an end, and this is the end of the town, and the last tavern in the town. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not luxurious, it's quiet and elegant, but the owner of the tavern doesn't like quiet, and the more lively the business, the better. Drinkers don't like to be quiet either, because drinking is meant to be lively and revelry.

But there is a kind of person who likes to drink alone in a quiet environment. What kind of people, people who have things on their minds.

Business in this tavern isn't the worst at the moment. By the window, a middle-aged man was drinking himself.

He's clearly a man with a heart.

The white cloth robe on his body had long been worn out, the cowhide boots on his feet had been torn with large holes, and his long hair was tied with a wooden hairpin at random. Judging by his age, he was about forty-one or twelve years old, but he already had a little gray hair on his temples.

He lifted the glass in front of him, tilted his head and poured it down, then filled it for himself again.

There were already several empty jars on the table, and it was clear that he had been drinking alone for a while.

The shochu in this tavern is usually very strong. However, he didn't even frown when he drank a glass of wine. It looks like he's drinking as if he's drinking water.

Perhaps, it was just because his attention was not on the wine.

At the moment, he was raising his glass and looking out the window.

His eyes were deep and bright. From beginning to end, he just looked out the window, wasn't he, his heart already in the distance?

The owner of the tavern yawned lazily, stretched, leaned against the counter with his chin in one hand, and looked at the man in white, lost in thought.

The owner has forgotten how many years his tavern has been open. Still, he remembered that the man had drunk here from the first year of his tavern. And since then, he will come to him to drink during the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, which has become his habit, without exception.

I remember the first time he drank here, he was just like him, and at that time, they were just in their mid-twenties. He seemed very disappointed at the time, and he even persuaded him.

Now, they're all middle-aged people in their early forties. Those ruthless years, in the blink of an eye, they are all so old.

The boss's face was already wrinkled, and years of hard work had made his hands stiff and even difficult to hold things. He also asked the man's name, but he only said that his surname was Li.

With a slight sigh and a shake of his head, the boss came back to his senses from the memory.

Another jar was empty, and the boss hurriedly brought another jar of wine. By the way, I also asked my wife to make a few ordinary appetizers and serve them together.

The boss was a little curious, what the hell was the man looking at?

When he looked into his line of sight, he just saw a half-red maple forest. Under the reflection of the sunlight, the occasional few wisps of gold from the clusters of autumn leaves are the glazed tiles of Shimizu Mountain Resort.

What he is obsessed with may be the autumn autumn leaves, or maybe the people in the red leaves.

Maybe it's because I've been watching it for so long that I'm a little tired. The man in white finally retracted his gaze from afar, turned to the boss, and said with a light smile: "Lao Zhao, come, let's drink two glasses together, the wine money is mine."

He didn't say much, his voice was not loud, and there was a kind of harmony that people couldn't refuse.

Time passed quickly, and it was already dusk and sunset. I had already drunk a lot of wine, and the boss was already a little drunk.

The man in white slowly stood up, paid for the wine, and walked out slowly.

Outside the house, the sky was full of red clouds, and the boundaries between the red leaves and the sky had blurred, and the Qingshui Villa seemed to be far away from the sky.

Liuxia reflected the maple leaves more and more transparently, he looked at the red leaves of the mountains for a while, and muttered to himself: "Eighteen years, a full eighteen years, after so many years, are you okay?"

No one gave him an answer.

Although he has been here every year for so many years, he has never met her.

If it's someone who has already missed it, why bother saying goodbye!

Who is she?

No one knows, perhaps, just himself.

After all these years, he had almost completely forgotten about her.

He had almost forgotten about himself.

So who is he?

Eighteen years is too long, long enough to change too many things and too many people, and too many people can forget too many things and too many people.

He remembered her, but he didn't know if she was too. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally decided to go and see her as usual, even if she didn't know.

The sky was not completely dark, and the moon had already risen in the east. The bright moonlight shrouded Qingshui Villa in a silver glow, without the noise of the day, but more of a kind of tranquility that makes people feel very comfortable.

Houshan is not only a good place to watch the sunset, but also a good place to watch the moon. Since there was nothing blocking the view, I could just see a full moon rising from the horizon in the distance.

The snow-white glow was dazzling and beautiful, but it was not moonlight, but sword light. The sword light is thousand, complicated but not disorderly. The sound of the sword was huge, and between the moves, the sword light was like nine days of flying snow. This is the most subtle part of the "Falling Snow Sword Technique", "Snow Chaos in the World".

The person who danced the sword was not Luo Qingxue, but Yang Xiaofeng.

Yang Xiaofeng has a good memory and a better understanding. That day, Luo Qingxue only danced the "Falling Snow Sword Technique" in front of him, and he had already understood all the subtleties in this set of swordsmanship in a very short period of time. At this moment, when the envoy came out, it was like flowing water, and even compared to Luo Qingxue, there was a faint tendency to surpass.

With such talent, I am afraid that there will be no second one among the young people of his generation in today's martial arts.

A person like Yang Xiaofeng, if he works hard enough and is willing to practice hard, he will definitely be able to become a super-first-class master in the rivers and lakes. It's just that he likes music and poetry a lot, and he doesn't like to dance and play with swords.

"Good", there was a crisp clapping and cheering from behind.

As soon as Yang Xiaofeng turned around, he saw his younger brothers and sisters. Xiaoling is face full of envy and appreciation, and Xiaoxi is full of admiration.

I don't know what these two troublesome little ghosts are running around at the moment, but one thing is for sure, he can't stop it.

Looking at their expressions, Yang Xiaofeng smiled. He smiled and asked, "Isn't it because you want to learn it because your eldest brother is doing well?" Okay, I'll teach you this, and by the way, see if your swordsmanship has improved recently."

"Second brother and I are not here to learn swords......", Yang Xiaoxi stuck out his tongue mischievously, and then said in confusion: "Big brother, it's not right."

Yang Xiaofeng was puzzled: "What's wrong"?

Yang Xiaoxi said strangely: "Haven't you always only loved poetry and writing, and you are not very attentive to sword practice, why are you practicing so seriously today?"

Yang Xiaoling smiled evilly, and hurriedly said: "Big brother, he likes to practice swords, what he likes is people." Xiaoxi, you don't want to think about it, who taught the eldest brother the swordsmanship."

"Oh, I know, this is Sister Xue's swordsmanship, that's why the eldest brother practiced so seriously, right......", Yang Xiaoxi looked suddenly enlightened, tilted his little head, and said: "This is called the drunkard's intention is not to drink, right?"

Yang Xiaoling corrected: "What drunkard doesn't mean to drink, this is called love house and Wu, okay."

At the same time, he sneered: "In addition, there is one more point that you said wrong".

Yang Xiaoxi asked, "What about that?"

Yang Xiaoling said with a smile: "What Sister Xue, is it okay to call your sister-in-law?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's a sister-in-law, it's a sister-in-law." Yang Xiaoxi nodded again and again, looking at Yang Xiaofeng with a strange smile.

"You...... You ......", Yang Xiaofeng was embarrassed by the two little ghosts, and immediately pulled his face, pretending to be angry: "Okay, you two little things actually dare to tease the eldest brother, see if I don't clean you up."

As he spoke, he came to catch the two little guys, and the scene was suddenly chaotic, and the three brothers and sisters were already in a mess.

Inadvertently, they found that Wang An was already standing behind them.

Good days are fleeting, Wang An watched the juniors frolicking, quite envious, and at the same time somewhat lamented the taste of life's shortness.

He seemed to vaguely remember the way the eldest young master played behind his ass when he was a child, and he didn't want time to pass so quickly.

The years have passed like a white horse. In the blink of an eye, the once little little has become such a free and easy teenager.

Yang Xiaoxi was being chased in a hurry, and when he saw Wang An, he quickly slipped away and hid behind him. Tilting his head slightly, he stuck out his tongue at Yang Xiaofeng and made a big grimace.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't dare to mess around in front of Wang An, so he quickly put away his childishness, respectfully called Uncle An, and then lowered his eyes, thinking that Wang An definitely had something to explain.

Sure enough, Wang An bowed to him slightly and said, "Young Master, dinner is ready." Madame wants me to come and call you."

"Well, I know ......", Yang Xiaofeng nodded and said, "Let's go over now, Uncle An, you go first."

"Then I'll go first".

Yang Xiaoxi glanced at the back of Wang An, who was walking away, and muttered: "It's strange, don't you always care when we eat, why is it so troublesome tonight, and I specially asked Uncle An to come and call us."

Yang Xiaoling hurriedly interjected: "Do you know what day it is, just talk nonsense"?

Yang Xiaoxi asked blankly: "What day, is it still special?"

Yang Xiaoling suddenly came to his senses, kissed an adult, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Of course, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, you haven't even heard of this." Alas, you girls, you really have long hair and short knowledge."

"Ahh......h Then let me ask you, do you know how the Mid-Autumn Festival came about"?

"Uh, this ...... This ......", Yang Xiaoling was speechless.

Yang Xiaoxi pouted and said, "Second brother, I can't help it now, let's see what I can do with you."

Yang Xiaoling hung his head in frustration.

"Hehe......", Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile lightly when he was amused by the two little ghosts, and promptly relieved the little brother and said: "The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the day of family reunion, and the family wants to get together for a reunion dinner." Because the source of the Mid-Autumn Festival is related to the moon, there is a habit of eating moon cakes and admiring the moon. During the festive season, the wanderers in other towns put on more wine and delicacies, raise a glass to invite the moon, miss their relatives and nostalgia, and express their longing for their distant relatives."

Yang Xiaoling hurriedly answered: "Yes, yes, yes, I know this." I also know that there is a beautiful myth and legend about the Mid-Autumn Festival, what is it called 'Chang'e Running to the Moon', right"?

Yang Xiaofeng smiled and exclaimed: "It seems that you know a lot!"

Yang Xiaoling said proudly: "That is, I am much smarter than you, eldest brother, and my father and mother often praise me like this."

"Is it ......", Yang Xiaofeng disagreed, and said, "Then why didn't you speak when Xiaoxi asked you a question just now?"

"Uh, this...... This ......", Yang Xiaoling muttered for a long time, suddenly rolled his eyes, and said: "I'm not here to give you a chance to show in front of us, big brother, isn't what I did wrong?"

Yang Xiaofeng only shook his head with a wry smile.

Why is this little ghost so cunning, it seems that he will have to be disciplined well in the future, otherwise if he continues like this, I am afraid that this kid will turn the world upside down.

"It doesn't matter if it's frugal, as long as there is something delicious......", Yang Xiaoxi took the second brother's hand and ran away, and didn't forget to turn around and shout: "Big brother, let's go quickly."

"Well, good".

After running for a while, the little girl didn't know what she suddenly thought, so she suddenly stopped and stared back at Yang Xiaofeng.

Looking at this posture, she obviously wanted to ask him some inexplicable question again.

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly said with a weak heart: "Xiaoxi, what's the matter...... What's wrong"?

The little girl tilted her little head and said with a puzzled expression: "Big brother, why did Sister Xue ...... that day Uh, no, it's my sister-in-law, why didn't you go to see them off when my sister-in-law and Uncle Lo left that day, we all went at that time, but I didn't see you. It stands to reason that you are the one who should go the most."

Unexpectedly, he asked this question, the smile on Yang Xiaofeng's face suddenly froze, and then he smiled faintly and said, "Hurry up and go, presumably my father and mother are in a hurry at this time."

He didn't explain to his sister, in fact, he also went to see off their father and daughter on the day Luo Qingxue left, how could he not go. He just hid and didn't show up.

He still clearly remembered that Luo Qingxue was looking around at that time, obviously, she was looking for herself, and he even saw that she seemed a little lost.

He couldn't help but want to go out and have a look, but for some reason, he didn't show up after all.

Perhaps, it's just because he doesn't want to bear the pain of parting with her.

After just a few days together, he found that he had completely liked the feeling of being with a girl.

Thinking that she was leaving, somehow, he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

Although he knew that she would come back soon, he was always a little reluctant.

He didn't want her to go, he just wanted the girl to never leave Qingshui Villa and leave herself.

It was only a few days, but he was completely used to being with her, and he felt very unaccustomed to the days without her.

He thought that this time was just an ordinary parting, but who would have thought that many variables would happen later.

If he knew that this parting was too long, and it would have been ten years since they met again, he would have shown up to see her off, and he would have sent her all the way down the mountain, or even directly to the Falling Snow Valley.

It's just that there are no ifs in life.

The little girl quietly pulled Yang Xiaoling's sleeve and whispered, "Big brother, what's wrong?"

"Shhhh......h

Yang Xiaoxi nodded as if he didn't understand, pursed his lips and said, "Oh."