The spring rain continues, Hongye Town is still regarded as the Jiangnan area, Jiangnan will always bring a little elegant sadness in this solar term, the spring rain is as expensive as oil, swaying and sprinkling, and the smoke and rain in Sanye Town began to be hazy.

The alley lies quietly in the small city, interpreting the people and things in the small city with an elegant attitude.

The low houses are paved with deep tiles. There was some grass growing in the cracks, a small one, inconspicuous but very quiet. As soon as it rained, the water slid down through the gaps, forming a series of curtains. Deliberately walking under the eaves and enjoying the feeling of raindrops sliding overhead, suddenly, suddenly, as if it was a fluttering spring.

The only small river in town flowed slowly, and a light breeze blew through it, and the surface of the river rippled in circles. A few small fish swim against the water, occasionally poking their little heads out of the water, looking curiously at this spring.

Not far away were a few ducks, sometimes floating on the surface of the water, motionless and closing their eyes, sometimes playing with each other and making cheerful calls, sometimes plunging into the water and taking a while to emerge from the water.

The leaves in the rain are green, dense, still, and waiting. Consistently, it provides shade for the people in the alley, and the roots of the trees are embedded in the bluestone slabs and paved the way to the main street.

The spring rain moistened the thick trunks of the old trees, swept away the dust in people's hearts, and soaked the past in the alleys.

Many women in the prime of cardamom wore much cooler clothes, with a faint rouge on their faces, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the alleys.

A woman of this age seems to bring a little bright sadness on a rainy day.

An inn is located in the depths of the alley, and an eyebrow-raising stick at the door is holding an apricot yellow wine banner, swaggering in the wind.

Inside, a yellow-faced woman was quietly doing one trivial chore after another, and when she had nothing to do, she sat on the threshold of the courtyard and looked out into the alley, as if the city was waiting for someone to come home.

In the alley, a white-clothed and white-haired boy led a gentle woman Qianqianhao's wrist, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly, and a white-haired falcon circled in the sky in front of him to lead the way

Due to the bad location of this inn, there is not much business, so the yellow-faced girl only spent three taels of silver and put it down, and since then she has been staying in front of the inn, waiting for the young master who has gone away.

"Girl, it's been almost a month, my brother is still in the future, I'm afraid that I'm in trouble and I can't get out for a while, we might as well go first, wait while walking, how about it?" The poor scholar clasped his hands in his sleeves, looked at the light rain outside the door, and said calmly: "Girl, this is only a month away from the opening of the exam in Chang'an." ”

The yellow-faced girl glanced at Songbai, then turned her gaze and looked into the distance with the gaze of the poor scholar, "If you want to go, you can go, I and Da Niu will not keep you." ”

The poor scholar looked helpless, and said with a wry smile: "Girl, you obviously know that I won't go first, so why bother to squeeze me with words?"

"Hmph, this can't be said, as the saying goes, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, and even more so for scholars, a belly of flowers and intestines, I'm only afraid of you..."

The ground of the alley is paved with bluestone slabs, and it is not muddy, but it is particularly slippery on rainy days, and the yellow-faced girl stepped on her front feet for a while, and she stumbled and fell to the ground, she didn't care, propped up her body and continued to run forward.

The white-clothed man who was walking slowly in the alley frowned, stuffed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand into the gentle woman beside him, turned into a few steps and walked in front of the yellow-faced girl, held her up with his thin waist, stepped on his instep, and then ......

Spread your arms and hold on to them.

The rain hit the two of them obliquely, and the man in white stroked the head of the woman in his arms and smiled: "Okay, okay." The young master is back. “

The yellow-faced girl's temples were wet with rain and clinging to her cheeks, she snorted, and buried her head in the arms of the man in white regardless of it, looking like she wanted to cry.

The rain suddenly separated, Fu Jingnian looked up, and saw Zhu Lingwan standing quietly beside him with an oil-paper umbrella, he smiled and said softly, "Thank you." “

Zhu Lingwan supported the two of them, did not speak, just looked at the two silently, and the complexity in her eyes was quietly buried.

She doesn't know where this complexity comes from or what it represents, she only knows that standing next to this man in white will have a sense of security that the sky will fall and she will not be afraid.

This complexity may come from the fact that the man in white walked through one path after another on his back, and from the fact that the man in white carried himself to fight the zombies. Every time he was smashed against the wall with a punch, he had to turn over to avoid getting hurt, which came from the residual warmth on Fu Jingnian's back, and even the peach blossoms blooming all over the mountain in that strange illusion

I don't know what to do, and I go deep

The three of them stood in the rain like this, the yellow-faced girl and Fu Jingnian hugged each other, the corners of their mouths were full of smiles, and Zhu Lingwan stood aside, holding an umbrella for the two, her face was blank.

Fu Jingnian stroked the back of the yellow-faced girl and said with a shallow smile: "Little girl." Let's go back to the inn. “

The yellow-faced girl closed her eyes and nodded.

Walking into the inn, Zhu Lingwan whispered that she was tired, so she found a side room and went in, leaving Fu Jingnian and a few people to say that they were going to get drunk for 3,400 times today, and they would not get drunk endlessly.

Zhu Lingwan leaned quietly on the head of the bed, but the face in her mind that she had been particularly disgusted before couldn't stop appearing.

The more she warned herself not to think about it, the more the handsome face with a faint smile appeared, no matter how much she faced life and death violations.

Zhu Lingwan lowered her brows and muttered, "Is this what Daddy said about the fermentation process?"

She smiled wryly.

There was a loud laugh downstairs, and everyone seemed to be very happy, but she slowly closed her eyes, and the world became dark.

For some reason, she felt that the laughter of the yellow-faced girl was particularly harsh

She had a dream, in which Yue Lao and Meng Po used to be lovers, but when Meng Po plucked up the courage to take the Yue Lao love silk, Yue Lao drank Meng Po soup.

Bamboo has no heart, how can it be extraordinary.

ps: Congratulations to the Shrunk for reaching a hundred chapters today, I opened the page today, and I was suddenly taken aback, my little scum actually had a deacon, and my heart was quite cool for a moment.

Hehe, I hope this buddy of Tiandao Rock is also refreshing, I try to squeeze out time and give this buddy a few more chapters.

If possible, let's get together for a few drinks, well, that's all, let's not talk about it. A thousand words in one sentence, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Be friends in the trenches.

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