Seven years later. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Liuli Village.

The stream is clear and shallow, flowing through the back of the bamboo house. Two teenage boys, bare-armed, chased fish and shrimp in the stream, giggling and fighting from time to time, splashing on the surface of the water, and a circle of messy water waves breaking thin ripples. The fish were frightened and sprang up and down the clear bottom, and a two-inch-long carp jumped into a wooden basin on the shore in a panic. It struggled to leap and struggle, trying to jump out of the tub and escape back into the water, until it made a thudding thud that startled the maiden who was washing clothes on the shore.

The girl flicked her inky hair back, raised her head to reveal a pretty pink and white face, her expression was slightly stunned, and then the corners of her mouth were as pure as a stream. She wrung out the last water in her clothes, and stood up from the bluestone by the stream, her slender and green figure like a spring willow was reflected in the water, and the stream was suddenly a little brighter. The girl took the clothes in one hand, lifted the skirt lightly with the other, walked to the side of the tub, and half-submerged the tub in the stream, and tilted it gently into the water. The carp flicked its tail and jumped into the stream, making a splash. A few drops of water splashed on the girl's face, like dew drops on lotus petals in the morning, sparkling in the sun.

The girl leaned over and washed the tub, put her clothes in it, and got up and walked towards the village. The clusters of flowers on the edge of the village are blooming purple and red, bursts of fragrant fragrance blowing in the wind, and the girl's moon-white skirt gently swaying in the fragrant wind, like a soothing overture to time. A few children ran by like a group of rabbits, and the leading child called "Sister Qingxue", and the rest followed "sister" and "sister". The maiden smiled her eyes into two crescents, bowed her head to them, and watched them jump and scream, and run out of the village and into the fields.

Turning his head, the smile was still on his face, and he saw that the bamboo door surrounded by vines and roses opened, and a tall and sturdy young man walked out, looked up and saw the girl, the young man waved the bright and dangling object in his hand from a distance, and shouted excitedly: "Sister, my pair of short swords will be completed soon, and Ming'er will give it to you and your brother-in-law to make wedding gifts! The sixth aunt and the eighth aunt and Sister Qingshuang are all in our house, saying that they are arranging a wedding room for you, and you should go home and entertain you. ”

When the boy had finished speaking, he turned around and trotted down the street. The girl's face was flushed with shame, and she quickened her pace, and the hem of her skirt swayed in a brighter rhythm. A breeze blew, and the bamboo fence covered with vines set off green ripples, listening attentively, the voices of the women laughing were jumping out of the wall, vaguely teasing the bride and groom-to-be, which made the girl's face even more ashamed. She stood quietly outside the bamboo door with a wooden basin for a long time, and finally reached out to push the bamboo door open, lifted the hem of her skirt lightly, and timidly stepped into the courtyard. The court was full of joy, and it bloomed in a flash.

Not far away, in the middle of the village, there is a small square full of flowers, which is where the patriarch has always called the villagers for a meeting. At this moment, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was battling with a middle-aged man. The young man has clear eyebrows and a beautiful nose, although he is a clean and handsome man, he has a flower-like temperament, warm as jade, quiet and beautiful as spring, but there is no trace of fat powder on his body. He walked with strange circular steps, his body was agile and calm, shuttling in and out of the man's stormy punches and feet, always looking for a gap between dodging and retreating, restraining the opponent's elbow joint with one move, and then throwing the opponent to the ground with the drive of his body.

The man was born with big shoulders and a round waist, more than a head taller than the young man, but he was thrown three times in a row, causing the old people and women with children to watch around him burst into laughter, and several children also shouted on the side like referees: "Brother Lin Dui wins!" "Uncle Nine fell down again!" The man's face flashed with black and red light, and he simply stopped his futile attack, shook the sweat on his forehead, waved his hand and said: "No, don't come, Lin Dui, your kung fu is amazing, what's your name? ”

Lin Du stood with his hands and replied with a smile: "I don't have a name, I just remembered it when I saw everyone practicing martial arts." ”

"Ingenuity, ho! awe!" the man cocked his thumbs, but there was still a little unconvincing in his exaggerated tone.

Lin Du didn't care, and shook his head embarrassedly: "What kind of originality, it's just a combination of everyone's kung fu, Uncle Nine wants to learn, I'll go back and teach you." ”

How did his kung fu come about, in fact, he didn't know very well. The people in the valley live a leisurely life, and those who can't practice often practice martial arts for fun, practicing a few sets of folk boxing methods used by ordinary people for self-defense. Li Qingshi also practiced a little, often pulling Lin Dui to compare, coming and going, somehow Lin Dui used some strange techniques, as if he would have been. So he took the initiative to learn a few routines from Li Qingshi, combined them with each other, and slowly formed his own set of playing styles.

Practicing kung fu is just for entertainment, but Lin Du is trying to catch the spark of memory that flashes in his mind. Just like when he was learning to meditate at the beginning of the year, he felt a vague familiarity, and now he has a sense of repeating yesterday when he practices kung fu, and this feeling is like he has forgotten a lot of important things, which flicker in the depths of his mind bits and pieces, and make him occasionally feel confused.

The man didn't know what he was thinking, smiled heartily, and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be in a hurry to go to Shuangsu and Shuangfei after marrying Qingxue, don't teach Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine won't let you go out of the valley." ”

People know that Lin Du and Li Qingxue's wedding is approaching, and they often joke about it. Lin Dui's face flushed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Nine, you won't be able to come back from this valley, and it will be difficult to meet in the future, I can't let Uncle Nine have regrets." ”

These words made the man move slightly, and he patted Lin Du on the shoulder twice: "Treat Qingxue well in the future, Uncle Nine will always treat you as our Li family." ”

Lin Du nodded and smiled: "What did Uncle Nine say, am I not the Li family?"

Came to this world for eight years, spent seven years in the valley, ate the Li family's food, learned the Li family's flower essence, got along with the Li family day and night, and now he wants to marry the girl of the Li family, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the Li family, he will not forget the days in the Liuli Valley. It's just that the thought of marrying a girl from the Li family made the smile on the corner of his mouth jerky.

After a few more small talks, Lin Du passed through the chasing and frolicking children, walked out of the square, and walked along the street in the direction of home. When he met some people in the village, he called "aunt", "aunt" and "grandpa" all the way. An old lady sitting on the bluestone on the side of the street squinted at him, and couldn't help asking: "Whose baby is this, so delicate?" A middle-aged woman next to her replied loudly: "This is the son-in-law of the Haichao family." The old lady nodded as if she didn't understand: "I know how to be polite, my mouth is so sweet." Lin Du said: "It's not that her mouth is sweet, Qingxue can't speak, I have to call grandma twice for her." When a few people in the nearby village heard this, they burst into laughter.

Lin Du also laughed and continued to walk forward. At that time, he thought, Qingxue is kind and gentle, and she is beautiful, so what's not to accept?

But he was still a little uneasy or unwilling. The marriage contract with Qingxue originally did not exist, it was just an expedient measure for Li Haichao's father and daughter, but now under the strong advocacy of the fourth grandfather, it has become a necessary condition for him to leave Liuli Valley. The stubborn old man Li was determined to tie him up with the Li family, and he couldn't make a sound of refusal. It's not that he doesn't like Qingxue, the two have grown up together for seven years, and it can be said that they have a deep relationship with their childhood sweethearts, but when they think of marrying her, they vaguely feel that this is a wrong decision, just like another self in his heart has been saying: You like someone else, you can't marry her.

But who should that person be? Yue'er? The days of Shashui City are too short, and they were young at that time, and they couldn't cultivate much deep affection, and now they haven't seen each other for seven years, although they sometimes miss it, but that youthful time has long been gone, and even Yue'er can't remember that she is talking about it when she grows up. But apart from Yue'er, where can any other girl talk about liking?

The only thing Lin Du could think of was the figure of the girl who haunted her mind when she woke up in a nightmare. The scene of the willow tops on the moon and the campus meeting has never lingered in my mind since it appeared in my mind, and it has become clearer and clearer in the past seven years. It was a scene he had never experienced, but it was hidden in his mind, and as he grew older, as fragments of his memories flashed over and over again, the word "past life" became more and more imprinted in his heart.

Only "past lives" can explain all this, including the inexplicable familiarity with practice and kung fu. When Liu Er was killed, didn't the person in the nightmare also mention his "past life" to himself? However, such a rare thing as reincarnation is only possible when cultivating to reach the Sky Realm, and the souls of ordinary people and ordinary cultivators will only slowly dissipate between heaven and earth after death. Could it be that he was a cultivator in his previous life? Why was he reborn in a world where he couldn't practice? The two people hidden deep in his body must have something to do with his previous life, but why couldn't they be found? All kinds of mysteries troubled him deeply, and he desperately wanted to solve them and sort them out.

At least he had to know who he really liked. So the closer the wedding date, the more panicked he became.

Could it be the girl named Zhang Yao?

It seems to be, and it doesn't seem to be. After thinking about it over and over again, he couldn't tell what kind of feeling he had for Zhang Yao. Obviously he thought he could remember something, but the memory in his mind was like the moon shadow in a pond, and he reached out excitedly to fish, only a piece of mottled and broken swaying.

So when a group of women in the bamboo hut were decorating the new house lively, Lin Du ran out to hang out as if she was running away. After seeing all the flowers and willows in front of the house and behind the house, and listening to the laughter and laughter at the end of the streets and alleys, his heart was still empty, as if something very important was about to be discarded by himself.

If you think about it carefully, it is a bit ridiculous, the previous life is the previous life, and I don't know how many years have passed, I am afraid that the red face of the previous life has already turned into white hair and even white bones, how can it be involved in this life? But the more I want to cut it off, the more I want to intertwine and grow wildly.

When he was about to walk to the edge of the bamboo building, Lin Du finally stopped, he stood on the side of the road and looked down for a while, then turned around and walked towards the brocade flower house of the fourth grandfather's house. Pushing the door into the courtyard, he called "Fourth Grandpa", but no one answered, so he walked straight into the study.

The village is full of their own families, and there is never a case of chickens and dogs stealing, and few people close their doors and lock them during the day. Lin Duan has been learning flower essence from Old Man Li for many years, and often comes here to borrow books to read, and gradually becomes a frequent visitor to come and go here. In fact, he had already read all of Li's books, most of them were about star techniques, and there were also descriptions of the outside world's customs and customs, although it was more than a hundred years ago, it still gave Lin Duan a lot of understanding of this world. He just suddenly wanted to see if there were any books he had missed, maybe there was a record of reincarnation, or a way to recall his memory?

Compared with the library of the Huaiqing Marquis's Mansion, Li's collection of books is really pitiful. According to Old Man Li, the books collected by the ancestors of the Li family were like a sea of smoke, but most of them were destroyed in the siege of the 33rd family. To have so many books to read today is a blessing in the midst of misfortune. Although Lin Du deeply regretted it, he was helpless. He sighed silently, closed the last book in his hand, and raised his hand to insert it back into its original position. At this time, his heart was in a daze, and he suddenly felt a strange fragrance wafting in the room, which was mixed with the sweet fragrance of brocade flowers, and it was impossible to distinguish if it were not soaked in flower essence for many years. The aroma was inhaled into his mouth and nose, and the star power of his whole body was sluggish for a moment, he subconsciously held his breath and turned around quickly, but saw that Old Man Li was standing behind him at some point, and the bamboo cane in his hand was shining with blue light.