Meng 49 sword

After earning enough, Meng Qiqi finally put aside his playful thoughts and started talking about serious business.He played with the spar in his hand, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Zhang Yong came to me to discuss a deal, this is a gift from him as a meeting gift."

"Little Martial Uncle promised him?" Chen Boyan asked.

"Half of the production of the Zhang family quarry within three years, I have no choice but to refuse. Besides, this agreement will not come into effect until he takes power. Don't we suspect that there is something weird about the Zhang family. Once something happens to the Zhang family, this weirdness will come into effect. It will surface automatically."

After finishing speaking, Meng Qiqi briefly explained Zhang Yong's words to Chen Boyan.After Chen Boyan heard about it, he asked, "Does little uncle believe him?"

"Does it matter whether you believe it or not? It doesn't matter, only the spar in this hand is important." Meng Qiqi weighed the box with a smile, took out a piece and threw it to Chen Boyan boldly: "Little uncle rewards you. Just ignore him What kind of monster do you want to be, they do theirs, we play ours, tomorrow my little uncle will take you to the market, have fun."

Holding the spar, Chen Boyan could only do it—be obedient rather than respectful.

A quiet night.

The next day, Meng Qiqi and the others all woke up early.Declining the Zhang family's kindness to prepare breakfast for them, Meng Qiqi took people to the streets, wandering the streets and alleys, looking for authentic Qingping County delicacies.

Today is Ching Ming with rain.

The rain wets the hem of the pedestrian's clothes, and the neighbor's sparrows are hiding under the eaves, combing their feathers with their beaks, and occasionally tilting their heads to watch the kapok blooming on the bank drop a petal or two and land on the bluestone slab. the ground.

But this did not dampen Meng Qiqi's interest in the slightest. He walked through one open or closed door after another with great interest, and smelled the scent of breakfast in this or that house. In the Qingping County, recalling something.

He walked ahead with his hands behind his back, and Chen Boyan was half a step behind holding the umbrella for him. The hem of his white clothes was already stained, but Meng Qiqi's footsteps did not stop for a long time.

In this strange yet familiar street market, it seems that the fragrance of the past is no longer there.Meng Qiqi stood on the stone bridge and looked towards the shore. The bookstore in his memory had long been turned into a pawnshop, and the kind owner of the bookstore had disappeared somewhere.

He still remembers hiding Chen Boyan in a cave near a nearby village that night after he escaped from the quarry with him.It was late at night, the city gate was closed, and there was only one village nearby. Meng Qiqi was afraid that someone would find her, and she didn't even dare to invite the doctor in the village, so she had to rely on her years of experience to find some herbs in the mountains and forests to treat her. Chen Boyan roughly bandaged it.

On the second day, he came to the city alone to look for the doctor to grab the medicine. After grabbing the medicine, he was ashamed of his pocket, and the few copper coins left could only be exchanged for one meal of rations.

At that time, he was standing on the fragrant street with a large bag of medicine, and he was wearing old clothes that had just been washed in the morning and the blood stains were not yet dry. Where" melancholy came.

Perhaps God heard his heartfelt voice, and it began to rain patteringly.

Meng Qiqi hurriedly hid the medicine in his bosom, looked up at the sky, wishing he could poke a hole in the sky, to see if Tianhe would pour in through the hole and drown him.This God is really weird, when he made a wish to be rich and invincible, he didn't see any reaction.

It can be seen that God is also a master who bullies the weak and fears the hard, and follows his power.

The owner of the bookstore facing the street saw a young man standing alone in the rain, and he didn't know what a tragic life experience he had woven in his heart, so he turned around and counted out a dozen copper coins for him.He also told him that there is a bun shop somewhere, the buns inside are big and cheap, but the taste is not good.

He asked Meng Qiqi if he could read or not, and Meng Qiqi knew that he might be able to provide him with a good job, and even good luck couldn't stop it.

But Meng Qiqi said, "I can't read."

He was really illiterate, so he took the dozen copper coins and went to the bun shop to buy buns.He felt that what the bookstore owner said was a bit wrong. The steamed stuffed buns here were big and cheap, but they were also delicious.

Maybe it was raining again today, the rain was too heavy, so he didn't smell the fragrance from the steamed stuffed bun shop back then.

"What is little uncle looking for?" Looking at the drizzle in front of him, Chen Boyan felt that it was also raining in Meng Qiqi's eyes.The rain is not heavy, warm and flat, but there is wind in the rain, and there is always a faint coolness lingering around.

Meng Qiqi turned her head and asked back: "Master's nephew walked with me for a long time, did you come across anything you want to eat?"

Chen Boyan suddenly felt that he should give a specific answer at this time. Meng Qiqi led them around the streets early in the morning, he must be looking for something.

This kind of thing should be deeply buried in his memory, as long as he said it, Meng Qiqi's drizzled eyes would clear up.

But the memory was like a pool of stagnant water, Chen Boyan clenched the handle of the umbrella and said nothing.Maybe he can get one, but Meng Qiqi is so smart, how could he be fooled by him?

Suddenly, Meng Qiqi scolded softly: "Idiot."

Chen Boyan was puzzled, and Meng Qiqi said, "Why don't you just guess one, so that I can still beat you up."

Chen Boyan: "..."

Meng Qiqi raised the corners of his mouth, he just liked to see Chen Fangjun slumped.

Chen Boyan raised his hand, spread his palm in front of him, and said, "Then I guess, it's Baozi."

Meng Qiqi raised her eyebrows, and began to think about the possibility that Chen Boyan was deliberately molesting him.But Chen Boyan seemed to be willing to ask for a beating, but... the palm of his hand?

It really hasn't changed at all.

When he bullied others, he did all the bad things.When it's his turn to do something wrong, he reluctantly opens his palm to let you hit him, as if pampering you.

Meng Qiqi's hands suddenly felt itchy, he was promising now, this slap would definitely destroy his hands.However, on that side, Shen Qingya who was standing at the head of the bridge suddenly saw something, a gleam of joy appeared in his eyes, and then he directly jumped off the bridge with an umbrella in his hand.

The paper umbrella propped up high can barely block the gentle wind and rain without breaking, and it falls leisurely.And the young master under the umbrella has elegant clothes, warm and elegant, pointing his toes on the bow of the boat passing under the bridge, and after a while, drifting away on the road formed by the big boat and the small boat.

He is like a piece of cloud, a piece of idle cloud on the green cliff of Tianmu Mountain.

When Meng Qiqi met Shen Qingya for the first time, they passed each other on the bridge. Meng Qiqi looked at his side face and thought: Where can there be such a son as a banished fairy? big.

As a result, Shen Qingya turned his head, his mouth swelled up and down, it was all tofu flowers.

Shen Qingya went to buy tofu.

He was luckier than Meng Qiqi, the old man who sold tofu flower was still in his original position.

Suddenly, Meng Qiqi felt a little unwilling, turned around and stepped into the rain again, trying to find the smell from back then.Chen Boyan followed quickly, neither of them spoke anymore, they only searched earnestly in this long misty city.

It's just that the sky failed to fulfill people's wishes. The two searched for a long time, but they still couldn't find it.

Meng Qiqi glanced at the calm Chen Boyan, his deliberately tilted umbrella, and his half-wet clothes from the rain, and sighed inwardly.

This Jingui grand nephew can't go hungry.

Meng Qiqi took the tofu flower that Shen Qingya brought back and ate it, just like back then.

The young man who was like an exiled fairy was gentle and kind, seeing Meng Qiqi staring at him, he gave him half a bowl.Boys of the same age are always easier to get close to. When he saw Meng Qiqi alone, he paused and followed.

He said his name was Shen Zilu, and he was traveling for the first time.Meng Qiqi admired him very much, he had only been away for more than a month, but he had already lost all his money, he was truly the most benevolent person in the world.

So Meng Qiqi taught Shen Dashan all the cheating tricks that he had studied all his life.

The three of them stood in front of a closed shop, put away their umbrellas, and ate tofu flowers with bowls, waiting for the rain to stop.The rain has stopped, so I can return the bowl.Shen Qingya said that the old man had closed the stall and had to go back to his home later.

"Why don't you just give some more money to buy the bowl?" Meng Qiqi said.

"What do we need three bowls for?" Shen Qingya asked.

Meng Qiqi didn't speak, just staring at the chipped pottery bowl in a daze.After a while, he suddenly said: "Do you think the three of us standing here with a bowl look like three beggars?"

Shen Qingya looked at the tall and straight Chen Boyan, and then at the bowl, couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh, have you forgotten the time when a penny beat a hero?" Meng Qiqi asked with a smile.

How could Shen Qingya forget that the three of them had already left Qingping County at that time, and Chen Boyan's health gradually improved.It's just that he has lost all his money, Meng Qiqi is poor, and Chen Boyan has some money, but apart from Meng Qiqi, neither he nor Chen Boyan are good at saving money.

To the sergeants of the Chen family and the hermits of Tianmu Mountain, the money of the world is really just a thing outside of the body.

Meng Qiqi was cornered and dragged them to perform on the street to make money.

So the majestic eldest disciple of Tianmu Mountain and the young master of the Chen family, on the streets of an unknown town, earned money by playing sword moves that are among the best in the fairy sect and sought after by thousands of people.

Meng Qiqi smiled and collected money with a broken pottery bowl, and if he made an extra penny, he would be happy for a long time.

How pure was the happiness at that time, no one cared where they came from, their surnames, and no one restrained their whereabouts, they were just three teenagers who were drunk today and walked through the carefree years together, rolling in the world of mortals.

Or recalled the same ironic scene, Meng Qiqi and Shen Qingya looked at each other and smiled, that laughter drifted into the wind, accompanied by the sound of dripping rain, it made Chen Boyan's eyes darken It's a little bit brighter.

He stared blankly at Meng Qiqi's side face, feeling that the harmonious atmosphere wrapped him up without any reservations, and an indescribably sour warmth rose in his heart.He couldn't help holding the broken pottery bowl, and there was an impulse in his heart, wanting to... do something.

Just at this time, the servants of the Zhang family came over and eagerly invited the three of them back to the mansion.