It's early autumn, neither the humidity of late spring nor the scorching sun of midsummer. It's very pleasant to walk by Jinghu Lake in the southern suburbs of Chaoge, feeling the cool breeze blowing.
There is a strange big kite floating in the sky above Jinghu Lake. There is a long rope at the tail of the big kite leading to the ground. The end of the rope is held in the hand of a girl. The girl is wearing a green shirt and has a very beautiful appearance. Her skin is as white as jade, and she is happily pulling the rope, running by the Jinghu Lake, and controlling the paper kite in the sky.
"Little thief, this kite is really fun!" This girl is none other than Deng Chanyu. Although she and Zhang Zixing have settled their differences, she still pronounces the word "little thief" so smoothly that no matter how much Qing'er tries to persuade her, she is unwilling to change it.
Qing'er was still dressed in plain clothes and covered his face with gauze. He praised Zhang Zixing beside him: "Sir, you really have a wonderful idea. This kite uses the force of the wind to float. If it can be used in war, it will definitely have miraculous effects." .”
Zhang Zixing smiled and said: "Miss, you are really smart and you can see the secrets at a glance. However, today's trip is just for entertainment and nothing else. This kite is just for fun. Why not let go and have fun?"
Qing'er seemed to blush when he said this, but she was a smart woman who knew everything. She nodded immediately and chased after Deng Chanyu.
Zhang Zixing looked at the two women laughing and having fun, and his mood became cheerful. Deng Chan Yuxiang ran over dripping with sweat, sat down on the grass next to him, and said with a smile: "Little thief, aren't you outstanding in literary talent? Come here. Recite a poem, and if it sounds good, I will give you a big reward!"
"Not only did you not give me the thunder bottle, but you misappropriated my two hundred and thirty-four crystal beads yesterday, and you still have the nerve to say "heavy reward"?" Zhang Zixing deliberately sighed: "It is better to give the reward for the crystal beads first. Pay it forward!”
"You remember it so clearly! What embezzlement? I'm just borrowing it! Don't you have the thunder bottle? Why do you bother me to travel thousands of miles to trouble the Master?"
Deng Chanyu suddenly had an expression of "So what if I embezzled you", and in turn reprimanded him: "As the saying goes, a man shows kindness without expecting repayment, how can you be a lazy person like you who is unwilling to enter the court? Official, you only care about pursuing petty profits all day long!"
"Sister is bullying your husband again?" Qing'er pulled the kite and walked over with a smile, "Sir is not a greedy person. Don't you remember that I gave a large reward from the imperial court to your husband, but he refused to accept it?"
"Famous for fame, pretentious, and with ulterior motives." Deng Chanyu used three words in a row. After thinking about it, the description was still not appropriate enough, so she simply added: "This little thief is not a good person anyway!"
"You are unruly and willful,* relying on force to bully others!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Zixing immediately fought back with a laugh: "You are not a good person either, haha!"
"Isn't this young lady a good person?" Deng Chanyu saw Zhang Zixing's hateful look and was about to take out the five-light stone to hit him, but was restrained by the words "people who rely on force". When she wanted to say a few harsh words, she knew how to speak. But in the end, the little thief had no choice but to glare at him bitterly.
It turned out that a few days ago, Prime Minister Shang Rong presented a rare object "abacus" and a formula to the emperor at court, saying that it was a treasure left by an immortal discovered by chance. Zhang Zixing snickered inwardly, rewarded Shang Rong heavily, and ordered the promotion of abacus throughout the country. Shang Rong gave all the rewards to his daughter and asked her to give them to the strange man who did not want to be famous.
When Zhang Zixing met Qing'er in the thatched cottage, he not only resolutely refused those rewards, but also brought many glass beads secretly made by the royal workshop. He said that a friend gave him a thunder bottle and successfully created the "crystal". Deng Chanyu
When she looked at these glass beads, her eyes shone brightly, because the hidden weapon she cultivated, the five-light stone, needed to inject its own power into the crystal stone to hurt the enemy. The purer the crystal stone, the better. Most of the crystal stones she used before had impurities or
If there are other powers, it will hinder the operation of the technique and greatly affect its power. Nowadays, these "crystal beads" have almost no impurities or other interference, which is what she needs most.
Deng Chanyu tried to use her own secret method to cast "crystal beads", and the power was several times more powerful than before. She was immediately overjoyed and "requisitioned" all the crystal beads without any explanation. Zhang Zixing was originally a little worried about glass pretending to be crystal, but unexpectedly this
I was confused but got it wrong, and I was secretly happy.
Seeing that the two of them were about to argue again, Qing'er smiled and handed the kite to Zhang Zixing, smoothing things over and said, "Sir, stop teasing my sister. Qing'er is also waiting to hear your masterpiece!"
Zhang Zixing looked at the wild geese in the distance, felt something in his heart, and casually chanted: "The autumn wind is blowing, white clouds are flying, and the grass and trees are yellowing, and the wild geese are returning south."
These are the first two sentences of "Autumn Wind Ci" written by Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Qing'er recited it softly, feeling that the clear distance was beautiful and the artistic conception was extraordinary, making people addicted to it. Deng Chanyu was also shocked by this swan song and no longer quarreled with him.
"Sir's sentence is so wonderful that Qing'er can hardly find the right words to praise it," Qing'er sighed: "It's just that Qing'er feels that he still hasn't finished it. Is there anything else to say, sir?"
A sad look flashed across Zhang Zixing's face, because this poem "Autumn Wind Ci" was one of the favorite poems of his late wife Yu Xian. He usually memorized it very well, but today he read it casually, and Yu Xian couldn't help but appear in his mind.
, it just occurred to me that it has been more than five years since he came to this strange world.
As soon as he thought of this, his originally high mood suddenly dropped. Qing'er didn't know this part, so he asked him to tell the next part. Zhang Zixing sighed softly and chanted: "The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I can't forget to cherish a beautiful woman."
"
This sentimental line is the essence of the whole poem. Qing'er savored the artistic conception of the poem carefully, and suddenly his body swayed slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Sir, did you think of a certain... sweetheart?"
"She... has been dead for many years..." Zhang Zixing said, ignoring the kite in his hand and walking forward silently.
Qing'er looked at Zhang Zixing's back, silently reciting the poem just now, and couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment. Deng Chanyu walked up and said softly: "It turns out that his lover has passed away, and my sister gets along so well with him, so I don't have any worries anymore, why not..."
"The difference between his and me's family background is too great, so there must be great dangers involved. Besides, I don't know what his intentions are, so let's just let it go." Qing'er sighed and followed silently.
"Sister! It's a matter of life, how can you be so hesitant? Let me ask you for a clear answer!" Deng Chanyu rushed up and asked loudly: "Little thief! Let me ask you, can you get married now?
"
Zhang Zixing was not in the mood for games or jokes at this time, and answered truthfully: "To be honest, Miss, I am a married man, and I have been married for more than ten years..."
Qing'er felt as if she had been struck by thunder, her delicate body trembled, and her bright eyes suddenly became dim. Deng Chanyu's face changed drastically, and she asked: "Damn you little thief, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Zhang Zixing was in a bad mood, and instead of being as tolerant as usual, he reprimanded: "What does it have to do with you whether I get married or not?"
Deng Chanyu raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "Do you want your sister to..."
"Sister, don't talk nonsense!" Qing'er suddenly screamed uncharacteristically, interrupting Deng Chanyu's words. Although she tried her best to cover up her gaffe, Zhang Zixing could still hear her inner loss from the slightly trembling voice.
and pain.
"Sir, Chanyu is young and her words are abrupt. Please don't take it too seriously. Please rest assured, sir, Qing'er is by no means... a narrow-minded person. No matter what, the relationship between you and me... remains unchanged." Qing'er tried his best to maintain it.
His tone was calm, but the fingers in his sleeves were pinched tightly into his flesh.
Zhang Zixing looked at the tears she was holding back in her eyes, and couldn't bear it in her heart. She sighed: "Since you and I are close friends, we must let you know sooner or later. After my lover passed away, I was as disheartened as a withered tree and ashes. Later, I had no choice but to let you know about this matter."
I got married on the order of my parents, wandering around all day long, drunk and dreaming, not knowing where I was. Until I woke up from the dream five years ago, I felt like I was in another world. Only then did I change my past and study the right path. This pain
It has always been hidden deep in my heart and I usually don’t want to mention it. It’s not a deliberate attempt to hide it. Please forgive me, Miss.”
This passage is not a lie, it is just a synthesis of the experiences of the twenty-fourth century and this world, but it is also very consistent.
It was the first time Qing'er heard him talk about the past like this. She seemed to see the extremely depressed and haggard look of this usually high-spirited man before her eyes. The pain in her heart suddenly weakened a lot. Instead, she felt a sense of pity and whispered:
"It's all because of the young man's fault. I forced him to say the next sentence to remind him of his past pain."
"It doesn't matter, long-term pain and short-term pain, long-term pain, long-term pain, long-term pain, sooner or later, sooner or later." Zhang Zixing shook his head, got on the horse and walked forward slowly. Qing'er thought about his thoughts, said nothing, and followed slowly.
to the back.
Deng Chanyu on the side was stunned for a while. She didn't expect that this little thief who didn't seem to care about everything would have such a painful experience, and she also felt a burst of sympathy. On the way, she wanted to find some topics to talk to or even quarrel with him many times.
However, Zhang Zixing was always uninterested, and Qing'er, who was thoughtful, was also out of character. Neither of them talked much, making her very angry and depressed.
Deng Chanyu suddenly thought of something and said: "Little thief, I have a strange thing here. This morning I met a man outside the south gate of Chaoge. He claimed to be the owner of the Song Family Village in the southern suburbs. His name was Song Yiren. He was asking Taoist priests to catch some ghosts everywhere.
, I just happened to drop by for a visit now. Aren’t you a bit incompetent? Do you dare to come with me? "
"Song Yiren?" The name sounded familiar to Zhang Zixing, and he quickly contacted Super Computer to check Song Yiren's information. It turned out that Song Yiren was Jiang Ziya's sworn brother, and he was very loyal. Jiang Ziya had not contacted him for forty years, and when he came to Chaoge
He also received countless help from him. The ghosts must be the five spirits in the back garden of Songjiazhuang in the book, also known as the Five-Way Gods. These five monsters had no abilities. They were frightened by Jiang Ziya's thunder, and later they did some carrying soil.
, the chores of building the Conferred God Platform.
He simply collected these five spirits and left nothing to Jiang Ziya! Thinking of this, Zhang Zixing perked up and his mood improved a lot: "Go! Why don't you dare?"