Ji Rufeng does have something.

He walked through eight streets and more than a dozen alleys, and after turning around and turning around, he finally decided that no one was following him. This is indeed not a trivial matter, nor is it an easy task.

Finally, he stopped in front of a very ordinary house, looked at the walls on both sides of the door, and then knocked on the door three times with his backhand.

"Who. A very unfriendly voice asked, and the average person would leave with amusement if they heard it.

"Passerby. Ji Rufeng said.

The door opened, and the man opened it, and said, "I'm not an inn, so go away." ”

"If you're a passerby, what's the point of taking a break. Ji Rufeng was unmoved.

"Do you have a certificate?"

"Who believes in Jinghua Chenli, come alone to see the moonlight. Ji Rufeng inexplicably recited these two verses.

But the man's watch glass changed, "Childe, please." ”

Ji Rufeng was not polite, and strode in, and the man looked outside the door for a while before carefully closing the door.

Nangong Mansion.

"Did you lose?" Nangong Chengcheng said, looking at Nangong with an unwilling face.

"Yes and no. Nangong raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice.

"What else do you have to say?" asked Nangong Chengcheng or Failure.

"There is nothing to say. Nangong said with a lock of eyebrows.

"Okay, then let him compete on behalf of the Nangong family. "Nangong is very proud of his success or failure.

"But..."

"But what?" asked Nangong Chengcheng or Failure.

"But it's hard to say if he'll be able to say yes. Nangong said with a lock of eyebrows, he still didn't say a word. He felt that Ouyang Wuji was just like his name, fearless, and he had a feeling that it was impossible for anyone to control Ouyang Wuji, this was a strange person.

"If you don't agree, you can't help him. Nangong Chengcheng said in a low voice, he looked at Nangong who had lost his fighting spirit and locked his eyebrows, "You are tired, take a good rest." ”

Nangong Suomei didn't say a word, didn't even look at him, and left on his own.

"It's impossible for anyone to be without weaknesses, find his weaknesses, and I'm afraid that he won't obediently bow down!" Nangong Chengcheng said while touching his beard. Naturally, no one will hear.

Ouyang Wuji wouldn't even hear it, he was walking.

With each move, he is one step closer to his goal, and with each move, he is further and further away from chess.

No desire, no regrets, no fear, this is what he feels in his heart at this moment, but he can't do it without worry. The wooden box in his hand was clenched tighter.

His efforts were not in vain, because a woman was also waiting for him in front of Zhang's mansion.

Unlike her, she kept waiting, asking, and searching. She knew that he would come back, but sometimes she knew the result, and she had to do those useless things stupidly, spend those useless efforts, and enjoy it.

I really don't know whether to praise or give up this kind of madness.

"You're back. Song Wen didn't get excited, didn't cry, and asked calmly.

"Well, you've been waiting for a long time, haven't you?" Ouyang Wuji looked at her, his heart hurting.

"No, just there. Song Wen is still the same.

Ouyang Wuji had an urge to hug her into his arms, but he didn't, a person who didn't like to show his feelings, he rarely showed his emotions excessively. He felt the urge to cry, but he never cried, never.

"It's windy outside, I, let's go back. Ouyang Wuji said.

"Where's your clothes?" Song Wen asked Ouyang Wuji.

"I couldn't get used to it, so I changed it with someone else. Ouyang Wuji said lightly.

Song Wen didn't ask, she knew Ouyang Wuji, he would tell him if she wanted to tell herself, and if she didn't want to tell, it was useless to ask.

The two of them didn't say anything, until they arrived in front of Song Wen's house, and Ouyang Wuji stopped. Song Wen ignored him and walked straight to the house.

"Wen'er!" As soon as the words came out, he felt very numb.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Wen turned around and asked.

"No, it's fine. Ouyang Wuji clutched the wooden box in his hand tightly, but he didn't know how to hand it over to the person in front of him who was less than a few steps away.

"It's okay, I'll go back first. Song Wen's voice was still so calm, Ouyang Wuji thought that even if she was excited, angry, and crying, even if she ignored herself, he would have a reason to give her the hairpin in his hand. But now, can I only watch her enter the house and close the door? What about her calmness and calmness when playing against Nangong Suomei? Is it really gone?

Whose green shirt is buried in the twilight? Whose dream still has butterfly wings spreading? But with the creak of the door, what is the meaning of all this? How many people will sigh?

Who pushed open the carved window, afraid that you would miss the agarwood that led the way?

Missing out is not a person's fault.

Whether it's the person who misses it, the thing that misses it. If you miss it, sometimes you won't do it again, you can't catch it, and you can only let it go. If you miss the last gate, you can only sleep outside the city, if you miss the gathering with your family, you can only bear the loneliness alone, and if you miss the appointment with her, it is like at the crossroads, you take the wrong road, hurry back, only to find that it is the end of the song, and the flowers are gone.

But no matter what you say, Ouyang Wuji is an excellent person.

Excellent people are often envied, envied, resented. You often can't ignore the presence and decisive role of excellent people. Whether he is calm or high-flying, he has an undeniable appeal and influence. People are shrouded in an aura and at the same time have a destructive aura. Therefore, people have similar words such as 'the wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind, and the rafters that come out will rot first'. This is actually the work of human selfishness, but who can really be selfless?

If it is really possible to be selfless, then the succession of the emperor should be a person who has the ability to take responsibility, rather than a cycle of decline and prosperity from one dynasty after another.

Bai Yuan is such a victim.

When he first came to the capital, he was just dressed in cloth, and there was nothing else to carry a burden. But he has ambitions higher than the sky, has the talent of Guan Zhong Leyi, and has unique chess skills. This is undoubtedly an opportunity in the capital, where chess skills are respected. Soon, he won the top prize, won the top three in the chess competition, and married Nangong Wan, the first talented woman in the capital. Life is not more fortunate than this. Seeing all the Chang'an flowers in one day is to describe him, right?

At that time, he was modest, capable, and very popular, and various forces tried their best to win him over, but he adopted a routine of neither getting close to nor offending, so that he had a reputation in the court for being out of the mud and not stained. His official fortune was also prosperous, and within three years, he was promoted to five levels in a row, and he was already a third-rank member in the court, and at that time, he was not yet thirty years old.

He is like a dazzling new star shining on others and himself. He also has many friends, and if he is not busy with business, he can go to a friend's house every day for three years without repeating. But his best friends are still Zhang Wenzheng, Sun Mou, Ji Yong and others.

Zhang Wen is the person who raised his scientific examination in the same year, and he has been working under Bai Yuan in the past few years, both a friend and a subordinate, and he has also achieved the position of Sipin over the years.

Sun Mou was transferred from Dali Temple two years ago. It is said that it is a flat tone, but in fact it is a kind of dismissal, and it is no wonder that the imperial court was originally a place of deceit and intrigue. Sun Mou's former boss also approached Bai Yuan for this reason, hinting that he wanted to suppress Sun Mou. But Bai Yuan didn't pay attention to it, when he discovered Sun Mou's intelligence and ability, he tried his best to override public opinion and reuse Sun Mou, which was also a fourth-grade position.

And Ji Yong is different, he was Bai Yuan's boss, he especially admired Bai Yuan, reused him, promoted him, and he was rewarded for this, and the two of them were almost promoted all the way, ranking in the third grade. However, Ji Yong's temperament is indifferent, he likes flowers, birds, insects and fish, calligraphy, paintings, seals and the like, and he also likes to (huan) poetry as a counterpart, when the top brand of Qinglou was his confidante.

It's just these four people, a few years later, the dead died, the walked, the ascended, and the former brothers became extraordinarily red-eyed enemies, which is really unpredictable, and the creation makes people!

The old friendship has also become a perfunctory mask for people.

What kind of friendship lasts forever?

Du Fu Tea House.

Xu Sanjin has become a frequent visitor there, and the teahouse has become his habit.

Even if Liu Chunfeng is not there, he can play chess with others, he can stand aside and watch chess, and the position by the window of the teahouse also belongs to him.

"Your chess skills have improved a lot. Liu Chunfeng took a sip of tea and praised.

"It's fine. Xu Sanjin scratched his scalp with his left hand and smiled.

Xu Sanjin was indeed happy, he had wins and losses these days, but he still won a full fifty taels of silver, and he buried the silver under the third green brick under the bed in the house, a secret that only he knew.

"Three pounds. Liu Chunfeng said.

"Huh?" Xu Sanjin raised his head and looked at Liu Chunfeng suspiciously.

"Are we friends?" asked Liu Chunfeng.

"Why do you ask like that, aren't we friends?" Xu Sanjin asked as he looked at Liu Chunfeng in front of him.

"I don't know, maybe I'm thinking too much. Liu Chunfeng said with a sigh.

"You're such a weirdo. Xu Sanjin said.

"Am I weird? Maybe I'm a weirdo. Liu Chunfeng said to himself.

"What are you talking about?" asked Xu Sanjin.

"I said, no matter how high or low our status is, can we be friends for life?" Liu Chunfeng said.

Xu Sanjin looked at him suspiciously, and he felt that what he said twice was not consistent. He didn't speak, just looked at Liu Chunfeng, he was wondering if he should be friends with a strange person, although this strange person is not a bad person.

They looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

"It's your turn. Liu Chunfeng pointed to the chessboard and said.

"Okay!" the two of them understood each other as if they hadn't had that conversation before.

Refusing it directly is a kind of harm, but it is often much better to say it without saying it clearly.

We don't understand, we don't understand too much, we have to learn, we learn hungrily, we learn at a cost, and when we have the ability to start filming, it may be much more direct than that.

Sun Mou seems to be the one who pays enough tuition. No one knows what he likes to do the most, and even the way he receives people is not the only place. By the flowerbeds, in the gazebo, in the living room, he seemed to have met people.

His favorite thing is to have a rocking chair in the courtyard with a pot of good tea next to it, and the breeze wafts through the fragrance of tea, he closes his eyes, quietly sucks the aroma, and the warm sun warms his not too young bones, which is what he likes to do the most.

He was now perfectly equipped to enjoy all of this every day, but he couldn't.

Because he has struggled for decades, he doesn't want to stop, even if he wants to stop, but will his people agree? He rubbed his temples, why do he have such thoughts, is he really old? He looked at his hands, they were no longer as delicate and smooth as before, and found that his skin was a little saggy, he was really old! He sighed and continued to close his eyes, the sun was very good today, and he had a rare day to spare, so why should he think so much?

I've been tired for so many years, can I really relax?

Compared with Sun Mou's comfort, Zhang Wenzheng was much more bleak, and he was lying on the sickbed. He is comfortable for a few days a year.

"Master, drink the medicine. Uncle Menweng Zhong came over with a cloudy liquid.

"Ah Zhong, do you say that drinking medicine works?" Zhang Wenzheng asked weakly.

"Master, you will be fine after drinking this bowl of medicine. Ah Zhongluo said with a crying voice.

Zhang Wenzheng smiled bitterly, he didn't know how many times he had heard this. The maid said so, Zhang He said so, and even Ah Zhong, who had been with him for many years, said so. He is not a fool, he knows how long he can live, whether he lives or dies, it is his own life, how can he force it?

Idealism has regrets, there are concerns, I can't let go of my heart, and I can't bear to leave. Why do people do wrong things? Why can't people have a clear conscience? Why can't people be careless?

"Ahem, ahem... Probably thinking too much, he coughed violently again, and there was another puddle of blood on his handkerchief. He really can't do it/ He took the medicine from Ah Zhong's hand and drank it with great difficulty, he wanted to survive this chess game, he hoped that luck would favor him again.

Old and immortal, late and twilight, even more vocal, greedy for every penny.