The man in the language of flowers is called Nanren, he is a tall man with a square face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info If he doesn't shave his face twice a day, morning and evening, he is a straight beard, but Huayu prefers him to have no beard, she says that you have a beard like a lion, and you don't have a beard like a man who makes me intoxicated! In addition, the eyes of the southerners were very bright, and the crystal light was like two shining stars embedded in the dark sky, dazzling and radiant.

For Nanren in this life, Huayu is his favorite woman, he once said to her, the sea will dry up, the stone will rot, the sky will be barren, the earth will die of old age, my love for you will never change! So, Huayu plunged into his arms, and murmured in a whispering voice: "In my life, I am your person, no matter you go to the ends of the earth, no matter whether you succeed or fail, my Huayu is your woman, the woman who loves you the most!"

In addition, Nanren has only one wish in her life - to get ahead, to be a very famous person, and to let her beloved Huayu live a respected, but worry-free life. So, on a rainy autumn day, he said goodbye to Huayu, led a white horse, carried a pine pattern ancient sword, wore a brown cloth robe, and roamed the rivers and lakes alone;

So, the man walked away - embarked on a brave journey into the rivers and lakes. As a result, Huayu has a beautiful expectation - looking forward to the return of the southerners, hugging her in a sedan chair, surrounded by everyone, around the entire Fengqiao!

Since the farewell in the sheep's horn cave, Nanjian has been in the clouds and fog in the sky, drowsy, and he does not know where he is drifting, nor where his beloved cloud has drifted!

Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, but a few drops of cool rain were sprinkled on a sunny day, and the sister-in-law and aunt were so anxious that they rushed home out of breath. However, when they looked up halfway through, there was not a single dark cloud in the sky, and the wind was calm and the day was warm, and the cool rain was no longer falling!

Before they could finish speaking, they heard a sound of rolling thunder again! Therefore, they looked up in some panic, but instead of thunder, a man rolled down from the hillside! Seeing this, they hurriedly dodged, "Ahh

As he spoke, the man had rolled to the foot of the mountain, but did not move, like a dead man, and this frightened the sisters-in-law and aunts, who were so frightened that they wanted to run away. However, the people in their mountain village are very kind, and no one can bear to see death without help. So, a lady who was a little old stood up and shouted: "Everyone, don't panic, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, let's go and see!"

Just as everyone was approaching the dead man step by step, they didn't want to, but the other party suddenly sat up, "Ahh

However, this man stood up, patted his buttocks, and said to everyone: "Neighbors, don't be afraid, it's not a ghost below, it's called Nanjian below, what kind of place is this?"

The women saw that he was dressed in a new brown cloth robe, carrying a long sword wrapped in yellow brocade and a green cloth burden on his back, and that he was tall and square, with a broken razor, and some miscellaneous stubbles on his cheeks. His eyes were very bright, like two shining stars in a dark sky. Seeing that his expression was solemn and upright, all the women also expected that there would be no such solemn ghost in the world!

Therefore, they all mustered up their courage and slowly got up from the ground, "Hey, young man!" or the older old woman spoke first, "Are you competing on it, why did you suddenly roll down from the mountain?"

Nan Jian knew very well that he couldn't tell them the truth, so he simply said, "Oh! I was looking at the scenery from above, and I accidentally slipped my foot and rolled down the mountain." ”

Everyone suddenly realized when they heard this, and they all nodded, "Our name here is Fengqiao Town," the old woman said again, "We just saw that it was raining in the sky, and we were about to rush home to pack up the things that were drying outside, and we didn't want to meet you rolling down the mountain!"

"Hey, Nan Daxia," suddenly a young young woman called out, "aren't you, the Nanren of the Flower Language Lady on the shore of Sijun Lake?"

"Flower Lady!" Nan Jian muttered, "I don't know a person named Flower Lady. ”

When the other party heard this, he giggled, "She's not called Huayu Niangzi," she said, "Her surname is Hua, and her single name is a Chinese character, and her man's surname is Nan, and her single name is a human character." ”

"Oh!" Nanjian nodded, "I see. ”

"But she has been very sad all these years!" said the young woman, "and her southerners have not returned from wandering the rivers and lakes alone, and now they do not know whether they are dead or alive, but she has always believed that her southerners must still be alive, and will surely ride back to her on white horses." ”

"Oh!" Nan Jian heard her say this, and there was still a little pity and sadness, he said, "The rivers and lakes are sinister, and they have been floating like duckweed for ten years, I hope her man is safe and sound." ”

"Hey, you man, don't want your horse. Suddenly, everyone was taken aback! When they looked back, they saw a peasant man in his thirties on the mountain road, barefoot, holding his trousers, angrily leading a white horse and saying, "Why did you leave the horses indiscriminately, they all ran to my rice field, trampled on a field of rice, you say, you say, what should I do now!"

Nan Jian was stunned when he heard this, "Big brother!" he said, "Don't be angry, say something slowly." This horse is not mine, you can see who it belongs to this neighborhood. ”

"Hey, why are you like that? But the other party pointed at him very unhappily and said, "Isn't it just trampling on a little rice!" I dare not admit it, but fortunately I met you on the road just now, and led this horse to walk on the road! Now, you have been caught by me, but I dare not admit that it is yours, you are really not a man. ”

Nan Jian was very uncomfortable by his unexplained count, and he looked at the women who were watching, "Big brother, you are really mistaken!" He pointed to the group of women and said to the man, "If you don't believe it, just ask these sisters-in-law and aunts, if I rolled down the mountain just now." ”

"It doesn't matter if you rolled down the hill or not," said the other indignantly, "I'm not interested, but the horse is yours." ”

"This horse is really not mine!"

"It's yours, why are you here to rely on it! I can see clearly on the road just now, you look at you, you still have a stubble on your face! You still have this long sword wrapped in yellow brocade on your back! And this green cloth burden of yours; I tell you, what you can't rely on, I can see it very clearly. ”

"It's really not mine, big brother. ”

"Hmph! There is no one in the world who depends on you like you. The man was finally angry, threw the reins in front of Nanjian, and said, "I don't want you to accompany me, so let's do it! Please lead the horse in the future, and be a man with a conscience!" (To be continued.) )