After sleeping for a long, long time, the heavy rain finally stopped, and when Liu Chen opened his eyes again, a smiling fat face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Little brother, wake up!" The fat-faced owner saw Liu Chen wake up, and his face was suddenly full of spring, and he kept smiling: "What's your name, where are you from?"

"My name is ...... My name is Liu Yi!"

"No, no, no...... You don't call Liu Yi!" The big fat thief laughed, and took out a road guide from Liu Chen's arms, "Dangdangdang...... Hehe, Yuezhou's road guide, sir, I'll take a look, your name is Liu Chen, the dust of the dust, your ancestral home is Yunzhou Rongcheng, born in Yuezhou, your father Liu Youfu is a mason, and your mother Liu Zhang died when she gave birth to you...... Here, oh, the stamp stamped by Chongzhou, tsk, there's a war going on over there...... No wonder, your father is also dead, hey, little brother, you are mourning, well, it just so happens that my lord and I have an idle small courtyard in the city, or will I rent it to you?"

"Yuezhou?Chongzhou?Where the hell is this......" Liu Chen was out of strength, and his mind was in chaos.

"Oh, during this time, there are indeed more refugees from Chongzhou, little brother, are you hungry...... Come, eat a steamed bun, eat enough, master, I'll talk to you about life!" The middle-aged fat man suddenly had a steaming meat bun in his hand, chuckled and put it in Liu Chen's hand, he stared at the road and sighed: "Tsk, poor man, what a handsome baby, just throw it on the ground and no one wants it, in the future, you will follow the lord and me, remember, this is Yunzhou, Fancheng, what about the lord and me, if you don't change your name, you don't change your name, Fancheng grain and grass are rich in the sea is this master!"

Looking at Fu Dahai's face that was getting clearer and clearer, listening to the familiar country sound, and smelling the familiar smell of meat and steamed buns, Liu Chen's nose was sour, and he couldn't help but smile and shed two lines of tears.

"This kid, what are you crying about, although Master Ben is indeed much more handsome than you, but you have to believe that when you grow up in the future, you will definitely be able to take over the position of Master Ben, the first handsome man in Fancheng, and it will be yours in ten years!"

"Is that your son?" looked at the timid boy in the distance, contrary to the strong figure of Fu Dahai, the child was dressed in gold and silver, like a nouveau riche, but he was very thin, and the wide brocade clothes on his body looked empty, like a harlequin on the stage, very funny.

"That's right, it's the son of this old man!" Fu Dahai stretched out his hand to help Liu Chen up, while stroking his head, he took the thin child's little hand, put the two little hands together, and the fat man looked up to the sky and laughed: "On appearance, this old man is the first handsome in Fancheng, in terms of money, this old man is the richest in Fancheng, and now, our family is short of extravagance, so the son of this old man is called rich, rich and rich, born rich, hahaha! I am a fucking genius!"

The sun is setting, the first sunny day after the rain, the lazy glimmer is scattered on everyone's body, the fat old man Fu Dahai hums an unknown little song in his mouth, holding Liu Chen in one hand, holding the wealth in the other, and the afterglow of the sunset stretches the figures of the three of them for a long time.

Walking through the gate of Fancheng that is full of vicissitudes, listening to the fortune teller on the corner of the street shaking his head and chanting a spell that no one can understand, Liu Chen smiled slightly, the long bluestone road, leading to the sky, the storyteller's impassioned from time to time attracted the full applause of the wine shop, under the call of the drinkers, the handsome daughter of the restaurant shopkeeper tied the pigtails, jumped to the lobby, heard the people on the street continue to say hello like the richest man in Fancheng, the little girl blinked her eyes, and looked at Liu Chen, the long story, gradually blurred those childhood that can not be returned。

Dart games, wine shops, gambling houses, old streets.

Here is his best friend, here is the girl he once admired so much, here is crowded, here is busy traffic, here is the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes that belong to the Fancheng rangers.

I don't know how long I walked, I don't know how much rain it had, Liu Chen rode his horse and whipped, walked through the mottled city gate, passed through the scattered lanes, and went north along the way, listening to the Sanskrit song of the Buddha country, sniffing the autumn withering, on the black water plain, he raised the spear in his hand high, all the way to the iron horse Jingo, roared and ran to the battlefield.

Home is in the back, the world is in front of you.

The wind and frost outside the plug darkened his cheeks, the banner of the wooden battalion was planted on the high wall of Longmen Town, the water of the Sanggan River, accompanied by the howl of the Xia people, Liu Chen took the lead in the charge, and he never moved forward. When the winter came, Liu Chen beat the horse as a general, and embarked on the road that he resisted in every way when he was young, and the people who left could no longer see it, he shed tears, and would hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf!

Time flies, time is like an arrow, when Liu Chen finally finished dreaming of these nineteen years.

The autumn breeze is bleak, and the falling flowers are curling.

Lying in this slightly moist peach orchard, looking at it, the mountains are full of depression.

Struggling to get up, Liu Chen walked to the gurgling stream, washed away the tears that had long dried up on his face, there was no one in the grass house, and there were still two teacups on the coffee table under the peach tree.

He couldn't tell where the dream was and where the life belonged to him.

"Roar!" roared angrily to dispel all the boredom deposited in his chest, Liu Chen kicked his legs, and a few flickers disappeared at the end of the mountain road, feeling the lost and recovered dantian qi sea, he ran while laughing, a dream for a thousand years, and the calcined bones have long been in the third layer.

......

Ten miles long pavilion, the autumn is getting late.

The little monk had red eyes, and looked at Liu Chen who was standing on a horse with a reluctant face, Wu Tong, who was carrying a strange knife, had already whipped away, and Liu Chen took Xu Yuyao to sit on the star-chasing horse, looking back at Chang'an, with a smile on his face.

"At most, I'll be back in a year and a half, what are you crying about, how unlucky!"

"But I can't help it!" The little monk raised his head and argued to himself: "This Polar Star Sea is in turmoil, many people die every year, Brother Chen, you are a person who can't stand it, in case of a conflict with someone and you die in the 100,000 mountains, then I can't die sadly." ”

"I'm here!" Liu Chen hadn't spoken yet, Xu Yuyao had already raised her eyebrows, and there was already a trace of frost on her bright and moving face, and she glanced at the little monk angrily, she moved her body and squeezed into Liu Chen's arms and said: "You little bald donkey, curse your aunt and grandmother to be widowed, the old lady is not having a good time, and you will not have a good time, hum!"

"Don't make trouble!" He shook his head with a wry smile, since he drank flower wine in the Qinglong painting boat a few months ago, Xu Yuyao had a stomach for the little monk, and he always had to trouble him if he had anything to do, after Liu Chen came back from the back mountain, the little monk did not give him a complaint.

Seeing the little monk's frightened face, Liu Chen reached out and patted Xu Yuyao's shoulder, and when she turned around angrily, he lowered his head and smiled at the little monk: "You go back first, I saw your senior brother in Ming'er, I should say hello to you!"

Without waiting for the little monk to speak, Liu Chen raised the horsewhip, and after the neighing of the star-chasing horse, the sound of the rapid horse's hooves gradually faded away, and slowly disappeared in front of the little monk's eyes, the wind and sand on the official road blurred the Chang'an behind him, Liu Chen laughed, buried his head in Xu Yuyao's smooth neck, and the short tufts of stubble continued to scratch the softness of the girl's neck, so that she couldn't help laughing. (To be continued.) )