Zhao Rong and his party traveled for a day. At dusk, they arrived at a ten-mile-long lake with willows clinging to it and the surface of the lake covered with broken gold.
Zhao Rong glanced at the orange sunset and suggested spending the night here. The three of them found a slightly open place by the lake, set up a few cowhide tents, and built a simple stove.
Liu Sanbian went to the lake to fish, while Zhao Rong took Su Xiaoxiao to pick up tree branches.
After a while of busy work, Liu Sanbian returned with a big fish weighing more than ten kilograms and a pheasant with bright feathers in his hands. He glanced at the two people who were still fighting in the distance, smiled and shook his head.
That girl Su is weak-tempered and a little crazy. She is often bullied by Brother Zhao, with tears in her eyes and angry at her back. But every time she is coaxed by Brother Zhao, her anger will subside after a short time, and then she will be happy again.
I continued to pester Brother Zhao, chatting with him, or asking him to tell stories, but Brother Zhao kept trying. Hey, he is really a good scholar.
Thinking of the scholar, his eyes suddenly wandered a little, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of his face. The face that originally looked particularly mean due to the aquiline bridge of his nose and sinister eyes softened at this moment, but it soon became clear again.
He restrained himself, frowned, pursed his lips, and looked firm.
Zhao Rong came back from a leisurely stroll, the two jade plaques on his waist clinking lightly, and the sound became more and more melodious. Behind him was a doormat carrying a lot of wood branches and walking staggeringly.
At this time, he was lowering his head and weaving the wicker in his hands seriously. He reached out and pulled out the sword from his waist and trimmed it again. Then he wrapped some leaves and inserted a few flowers, and a beautiful wicker garland was weaved.
finished.
He turned around, and behind him, Su Xiaoxiao was holding a pile of wood that was a head taller than her, and kept walking forward. Zhao Rong hurriedly turned sideways, and almost bumped into him.
"How stupid."
Su Xiaoxiao's little head popped out from the side of the pile of materials in his arms and looked at Zhao Rong innocently.
"Xiao Xiao is not stupid, you are stupid!"
Zhao Rong casually put the garland on the little fox demon's head, took a closer look, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he took out two wild fruits from his arms, took a bite of one himself, and handed the other to the little fox demon who couldn't take it.
Beside the mouth.
Su Xiaoxiao bit her silver teeth and almost bit the finger of the bad guy next to her.
"Why did you just scare them away?"
"Stupid girl, are you talking about those stupid fish? They are hindering my master's practice of magical skills."
"Well, they are just innocent little goldfish. What did they do to offend you? Why did you hit them with stones?"
"As I said, they are hindering me. I am practicing the magical skill of floating in the water. They swim around blindly and are very annoying, causing my performance to be abnormal. The farthest one only floated fifty-one strokes. It is simply
It's a great shame and humiliation. If it weren't for the sake of this stupid girl like you, I would have gone down with my sword and evaporated all the water in this ten-mile lake, turning the goldfish into black fish and giving you a snack at night."
"Bad guy, you're lying again. You don't have any magical skills. You're not as strong as Xiaoxiao..." Su Xiaoxiao turned her head and angrily refused to look at Zhao Rong. She muttered, "Obviously Xiaoxiao jumped fifty."
One stroke, yours is only fifteen strokes, well, this is Xiao Xiao’s first time playing.”
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, took a bite of the fruit, the taste was a bit astringent, and said leisurely: "Hey, today's practice is not going well, the weather is very hot, I am worried, look at this memory, I remembered the "Liao Zhai Zhi" in the morning
"Strange" is a little blurry again."
"Don't say goodbye, don't be vague. I haven't finished telling Jiao Niang's story last night. Did Jiao Niang go to see Kong Xueli who came to Beijing to take the exam?" Su Xiaoxiao was very anxious. "Well, next time they will get in the way.
You practice, Xiaoxiao chases them away, don't throw rocks, Xiaoxiao will fan you at night, and don't get blurry anymore. I've been blurry several times today, and it won't be blurry anymore."
Zhao Rong nodded seriously, "That's very good."
After saying that, he handed a fruit to Su Xiaoxiao's mouth, and Su Xiaoxiao happily took another bite.
"Is it sweet?"
"Yeah, sweet."
"Then what you have is mine, you can eat what I have."
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
Zhao and Rong made a fire to cook. After dinner, they cleaned up and sat around the fire to rest and relieve their fatigue from the journey.
The moon hangs in the sky, and the lake surface is sparkling.
Zhao Rong sat close to the fire, spread a piece of paper on the book box, held the pen in the light, and wrote and drew.
Liu Sanbian held the black stone pendant in his hand, raised his head with a fist, and stared at the blazing flames in silence. He occasionally turned his head and glanced at the dark mountains and forests in the distance, which was the direction he came from.
After listening to the story told by Zhao Rong just after dinner, Su Xiaoxiao was so anxious that he said, "If you want to know what happened next time, let's see what happened next time." She moved a small stone and sat next to Zhao Rong, with her feet together.
, holding her face with her hands and resting on her knees, she was quietly staring at the focused profile of the bad guy in front of her who bullied her every day.
Her hands were already small, but her pretty face was completely buried in them. It was indeed a palm-sized face, and only a pair of energetic eyes emerged from between her fingers.
Well, from this angle, this bad guy's profile is quite pleasing to the eye. Grandma said that men look best when they are serious. It's true. Even this bad guy is like that. Well, it would be great if he didn't bully Xiaoxiao.
, but the stories he told were really nice, much more interesting than those in the books. He said that the stories about the fox demon and the scholar were called "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Xiaoxiao had never seen it before after reading so many books. Well,
I don’t know how he came up with it. No, the future husband must be better at telling stories than this bad guy. Uh-huh, that’s it. After learning five things, he can tell stories better than him and be more serious than him.
, smarter than him, yes, smarter than him, otherwise he will laugh at Xiao Xiao for being stupid again, and find a stupid man. Finally, just don’t bully Xiao Xiao, just like the book says, treat each other with equal respect, um
,No, that’s all Xiaoxiao’s request~
Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao smiled happily and narrowed her eyes. Her pair of fox eyes became more and more charming. The tail of the eye was narrow and slightly upward, and the tail eyebrow was slightly pinkish red, which was charming.
"Does it look good?"
"nice."
A voice suddenly emerged, and Su Xiaoxiao answered subconsciously.
After staying for a few seconds, he realized what he was doing. When he looked again, he saw that the bad guy had put down his pen and rubbed his wrists, and was looking at him, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes joking.
Su Xiaoxiao shook her shoulders, hurriedly closed her fingers, and buried her face firmly in her hands, hoping nothing would happen.
But a white hand holding the scroll has been stretched out.
"sneaking."
"Well."
"With bad intentions."
"It hurts~"
"Looking at people through the cracks of your fingers."
"Stop hitting."
"Are you looking down on me?"
"Wow, no, you are the best."
"No, I have to knock it again. It feels good."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Zhao Rong chuckled and stopped, put down the book, picked up a royal fan from the side, threw it to the little fox demon who was rubbing his head with aggrieved eyes, and gave him a look.
With the cool breeze blowing on his face, Zhao Rong put down what he was doing and took out two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus wine from the bookcase that he had bought at a wine shop next to green mountains and green waters somewhere. He threw a pot to Liu Sanbian, who was dazed across from him.
The latter took it steadily without being polite, took a sip, and drank generously.
"Brother Sanbian has something on his mind."
"Everyone has something to worry about in this world."
"No, worries have their own weight. Most people's lives are filled with countless small and light things, while very few people are burdened by several heavy things. The former is an unbearable burden because they can never escape.
It’s not like those cyclical trivial matters; the latter is unbearable, because once you make up your mind to do it, no matter you fail or win, you will leave without weight in the end.”
The young scholar took a sip of wine and exhaled softly.
"Brother Sanbian has something important to do."
The sinister man who had worries but cut them off smiled brightly.
"How can I see it?"
"Because Brother San Bian's home is in the south, which is the direction where Brother San Bian often turns his head, and Dawei is in the north, which is where Brother San Bian is going now."
"Is it necessarily important to leave home? Isn't the young master also leaving home?"
"No, it's different. Although I'm not very old, but for some special reasons, I can understand that a person who has experienced ups and downs for half a life and already has a family, if he abandons all ties and leaves home thousands of miles away, then...
Then he must do something he thinks he must do. As for how to judge its importance." The young man who was also a fallen person in the world took another sip of wine. "That kind of look that makes it difficult to go home again.
,I know."
"Because, I will probably never go back."
The sinister man remained silent and didn't ask why he couldn't go back. Everyone had his own secret, he had it, the scholar in front of him had it, and so did the little fox demon beside him.
He picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
Drinking this kind of wine from a roadside restaurant actually made him spicy.
thereafter.
The two of them were silent.
There is only the wine in front of me and the moonlight, in my hands and on my eyebrows.
The little fox demon was fanning quietly on the side, looking at the two men, one large and one small, who were obviously drinking together by the fire, but who seemed to be drinking alone.
Although she is simple-minded and naive, she was confused by the conversation between the two just now, but she can roughly understand some of Zhao Rong's words, because she also has small concerns and she is also a traveler away from home.
, although because I was young, I didn’t have much concern for Qiantangshan where I grew up, and I even couldn’t wait to escape from it at the beginning, but I also left to find my grandma, to find someone who could treat her well, a right person.
Who would leave home at will unless there is someone they really want to see and something they really want to do?
Su Xiaoxiao actually already missed her home a little. She even secretly tried to write a poem in private. She had already thought of the first sentence, which was called "I live in Qiantang Mountain, where flowers fall and flowers bloom,
It doesn’t matter what year it is.”
This was what she dreamed about in her dream one night. She had been thinking hard before and couldn't figure it out. As a result, she thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. That night, she dreamed that she and her lover were in a wooden house in the bamboo forest, and he was reading and writing.
She put perfume on her red sleeves and studied ink while reading. Although she couldn't see her lover's face clearly, she must have been a man in the wind. In the dream, she was also very talented in literature. She was very shy and wrote lyrics with bare hands under the gaze of her lover. The result was that
As soon as she wrote the first sentence, she suddenly had a strange vision. She saw the face of her lover next to her, as if the clouds were clearing and the sun revealed his true appearance. He was actually Zhao Rong, who had been bullying her during the day. And this was not the most surprising thing, it caught her off guard the most.
Yes, the bad guy actually came over and blocked her mouth, making her unable to breathe for a while. She stared blankly at the face so close to her. Suddenly, she woke up from her dream in the middle of the night and found that her face was being covered by something.
The book was covered, making it difficult to breathe. He turned around and looked around blankly, and saw Zhao Rong's sneaky figure not far away.
I'm so angry, you bad guy, you just bully Xiaoxiao during the day, and you come to Xiaoxiao's dream to bully people at night. You just bully people in your dream, but in the middle of the night, you don't sleep, and you want to wake Xiaoxiao up.
, I’m fine now, my little words are gone, I can’t dream anymore, I racked my brains and can’t think of a good sentence anymore, woo woo, you have to pay for my words!
Zhao Rong, who had shattered a certain little fox demon's dream of being a talented girl, felt a little depressed at the moment. He didn't know that he owed someone a word. He shook the wine bottle and found it was empty. He looked up to look at Liu Sanbian and found that
Brother Sanbian was no longer drunk. The two looked at each other in the air for a while and suddenly smiled.
"Brother Zhao, I have a favor for you."
"Brother Sanbian, I also have something to ask you."
"You say it first." Zhao Rong spoke first, reached out and picked up the piece of paper on the bookcase that recorded the "Art of Ascending the Ant to Heaven" improved by Yougui, and waited for Liu Sanbian to speak.
Liu Sanbian paused, staring at the dancing flames in front of him. The night wind blowing from the lake made his shadow sway unsteadily.
"We are still some distance away from Da Wei. If anything happens to brother Zhao during this period, I will definitely help him. I just hope that when Da Wei leaves, I can help me bring some things back to Yunshui Cave.
, bring it to my Qingshan, I don’t force me to send it immediately, as long as it can be delivered to my Qingshan, no matter how long it takes, I can make my own arrangements depending on the situation."
The man paused, seeming to recall something, perhaps his child named Qingshan. There was a smile on his face, and under the orange firelight, the hard water chestnuts on his face seemed to have melted.
, actually became gentle.
"I haven't officially introduced myself to my brother yet."
"I am Liu Sanbian, a member of the Wei family. I am now a monk of Yunshui Cave in Lihuo Kingdom and a sixth-grade martial artist!"