**Nan walked along the forest path for a while, felt a little tired, sat down to rest, sweat beads were densely stuck to his clothes and neck, he was very uncomfortable, so he took out a sweat towel to wipe it, and raised his eyes to see an oval basin in the middle of the col surrounded by a belt of brilliant autumn trees: red copper beech trees, pale yellow chestnut trees, cool tea trees on the fruit like coral, cherry trees stretching out their fiery little tongues, leaves orange moss, bergamot, brown velvet...... The whole thing is like a pile of burning thorns.

Nan grinned, shook her head, and said in her heart: This old man is like a woman, everywhere is either flowers or fruits, alas. He shook his head, admired the fruits of the little old man's labor, and continued to embark on the journey to find his uncle.

On the stone road, an old man humming a folk tune and wearing a purple gown walked leisurely, he was over the age of old, his temples were frosted, his medium stature, broad shoulders, slender waist, his physique was very well-proportioned, his face was thin and resolute, his eyes were clear and bright, and he had an old and dignified look, but the small handful of goatee on his chin gave him a deflated feeling, and it gave people a little funny feeling together.

On both sides of the stone road, the young grass was green, shiny, and covered with golden dust. The yellow flowers of the dandelion bloomed brilliantly - small, delicate, like some chicken chicks, and the red kapok bloomed on the branches, like a ball of fire burning on the top of the tree. Yellow cat's paw flowers, pale cyan May blue, purple-red trumpet flowers, clumps and patches accompanied by green grass, exsing fragrance.

The little old man touched his mustache, and there was a smile on his face that could not be hidden, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with what he was looking for.

A neat flock of geese lined up in a chevron swept through the faint clouds. The little old man looked at the sky, raised his eyebrows and smiled, he received a pigeon letter from the palace, the little princess came, he hadn't seen the little princess for a long time, that was also his apprentice grandson, thinking of the little princess, he cocked his mustache, and suddenly felt a little anxious, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

At this time, a burst of mist suddenly floated in front of him, like a translucent milky white light veil, slowly attacking from the forest, and gradually there was a white expanse everywhere in front of him, and bang, the two collided together.

The two looked through the mist for a while, and the little old man said in a loud voice: "You little rabbit cub, why are you here again, the last time you came, the pills in the house were less than half, it's only been a few days, you come again, you are going to raid my house." ”

**Nan rubbed her sore forehead, lowered her head and said to herself: "It's not over if it's not prepared again, it's getting more and more like a woman, and the chatter is endless." ”

The little old man is old, and his ear power is still good, he mentioned ** Nan, and said angrily: "Don't you know that some of the pills were left by your grandfather's master's master?

**Nan shuddered a little when he saw such a big fire in the little old man's hair, but he was not a person who was afraid of things, since he did it, he spread his hands, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "I took it, just do what you want, listen to it." ”

After speaking, he also glanced at the little old man.

Where is the most luxurious, lively, and buzzing place in town?

Speaking of this place, the men, women and children in the city have to chirp and chirp, that is a real beauty nest, the gold cave is really a few days and nights can not be said, the people who go in do not ask about the origin, do not ask about the future, do not ask about the net worth, known as the three do not ask, regardless of age, regardless of appearance, regardless of reputation, also called three regardless of all walks of life, up to the royal family, down to the peddler pawn, will give you a proper arrangement, comfortable to serve, the girl here is divided into several levels according to the specific situation, you are willing to serve that kind of people, you can serve that kind of people, and here is not the same as other places, how is it different？

That is, the girls here can be according to your own liking, to be a Qing Qi person or to accompany the guests, which is also divided into several categories, Qing Qi people are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, some know astronomy, know geography, have life experience, some dance knives and swords, some have a deep understanding of Buddhism, and so on. How can there be dancing knives and swords and deep understanding of Buddhism, alas, life is forced, the dart game collapsed before, there is no incense in the nunnery, people always have to live, they are within the scope of pure chat, and according to their own requirements, how much distance can be kept from the guests, can be separated by bead curtains, can be separated from the table, and can even be separated from a room, someone wants to say, chat and talk about a wall, then also talk about a fart, don't panic, the walls here are also special, with thickness, poor sound insulation, specially prepared for this kind of chat.

And as long as you break the rules, move your hands and feet, and the girl blows the jade whistle on her neck, then you will be out of the world, you will be held by a few strong men, in front of the eyes of the guests, and be watched by all the people with the etiquette of the whole body, some whistle, some throw things at you, some say cool words, etc., etc., etc., and so on, and so on, there was a guest who ran out crying, and hanged himself when he went back, and not only that, your portrait will be painted vividly by the painters here, and posted in the most closely visited places in the city, and on the purple red gate of the smoke pavilion, so as long as it is not**Smoked heart, no one does that, not to mention that there is not a pure chat.

This accompanies the guests, there are wine, gambling, outings, and those categories, special requirements can be raised, the boss considers, and the girl to discuss, if agreed, it can be achieved.

I don't know where they came from, and they can't be found anywhere else, and they are all leaders in this industry.

Not to mention the environment here, the overall building is simply the most beautiful in the world, with a high entrance hall and a magnificent gate, round arched windows and corner stones, showing grace and luxury, and the gold-topped stone walls are painted with a variety of bird patterns, colorful. The floor is covered with a carpet embroidered with soft brocade and satin, with the occasional bright red flame burning. In the garden, the ancient cypress towers to the sky, and each one grows very luxuriantly. A variety of strange rocks and flowers dot the garden.

Behind this building is a medium-sized lake, green and tranquil, with several large pilgrim boats in the lake, full of sails, galloping like flying. There are a few peaks, towering into the clouds, and the lake has this, which is beneficial to show its profound magnificence.

Listen carefully, the sound of the pipa comes from the boudoir upstairs, the pipa girl holds the spring in her hand, the fine twist is light, crisp as a stream jingling, thick as thunder through the window, eager as rain hitting bananas, soothing as a drizzle, fierce as a golden iron horse, euphemistic as a new house joke. This is exactly: the hinge plucks the strings three or two sounds, the first to become a tune, the strings cover up the sound of thought, as if to tell the life of the unwilling, low eyebrows to play slowly, say all the infinite things in the heart, light and slow twist wipe the re-pick, the beginning of the neon dress after the sixth, the big string is noisy like a torrential rain, the small string cut like a whisper, the noisy cut miscellaneous, the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, the intermittent Guan Yingyu flower bottom slippery, the pharyngeal spring is difficult to flow under the ice, the cold string of the ice spring is condensed, the condensation is not through the sound gradually stops, there is no sorrow and hatred, at this time the silence is better than the sound, the silver bottle bursts through the water slurry, the iron horse highlights the sound of knives and guns, the end of the song is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like a cracked silk。

Downstairs, the drum beat and the sound of music came quietly, on the stage, a woman with an overly slender figure, wearing a lilac dress, with a light silk belt of water blue tied around her waist, a jasper hairpin on her head and a phoenix hairpin hairpin pulled into a falling cloud bun, and a small number of pale white gardenias on the side, which looked a little casual and elegant. The pink delicacy is slightly lower, and the lips seem to be glowing with natural pink.

She held the flower branch in her hand, dancing lightly, as if the swallow was alive, spinning freely in the crystal plate, when the drum became more and more intense, she threw the hosta on her head lightly on the ayaluo with her backhand, and pressed her waist to the ground, holding the hosta on the ayaluo.

Suddenly, the sound of applause, the sound of throwing money is connected, the warbler and the swallow, the song and dance are boiling, it is really similar every year, and the people are different every year.