Zhen Guojiang

It seems that the weather in March is always a little bit cold, and with the increasingly dark weather, the rain seems to be falling down. The pedestrians passing by the stalls on the roadside can't help but quicken their pace. The hawker who sells groceries is talking He murmured that the god of heaven is not beautiful, and decided to pack up and go home, but he still looked forward to the arrival of guests, and couldn't help slowing down his tidying up, so as to save his three-inch tongue from being wasted, but it's a pity Indeed, his prayer was not heard, and none of the guests stopped until the end.The peddler couldn't help it, so he naturally went back to his hometown in the west of the city. Thinking of the little girl at home, the corner of his mouth curled up with tenderness.

Passing by a noodle shop on the way home, the hawker remembered that his young daughter loves the noodles here, so he couldn't help shouting to the boss: "Get a bowl of noodles, take them home, and return the bowl later."

The boss is about 40 years old, but the traces of the years are very heavy, and the sideburns have grown into hair. The boss smiled and said: "Okay, wait a while." , the proficiency is obvious, but the boss did not do it himself today, but ordered a young man who looked less than ten years old, his eyes were dark, his face was a little pale, he didn't have the vigor of this age, but he had a lifeless look Seeing this, the peddler was a little displeased, and whispered to the boss: "My daughter likes your noodles. Could it be that this young man is smashing your signboard?" The boss suddenly smiled when he heard this. , the wrinkles between his brows stretched a little, and he said to the peddler, "It's all right, this kid is very talented, if you're not satisfied, I'll make you another bowl for free."

Hearing this, the peddler had no complaints, and started complaining to the boss about the weather when he was idle and bored. .”

After a while, the young man brought the noodles. The young man's walking posture was a bit elegant, and his face was obviously lifeless, but it seemed to have a unique charm. The noodles were in excellent condition, and he was very appetizing when he looked at them. , the hawker smiled, left the money, and took the bowl away. On the way home, he felt that although the boy was young, his face seemed familiar. The hawker’s house was very close to the noodle shop. Playing under the window, seeing his father come back, babbling and calling his father’s posture is very cute, the peddler put down the noodle bowl and took out the bamboo chopsticks, the wife saw her daughter’s unskilled eating posture, quickly put down her work, and fed the girl noodles, The girl took a bite, tilted her head and said, "The taste is not the same as before, but it's still delicious, did that little brother make it.

Upon hearing this, the peddler asked his wife, "Did you take her to taste what the kid made?"

The wife replied: "One day she wanted to eat noodles very much, so I took her there. It happened to be in time, and she liked it very much." Seemingly hearing his wife's melancholy tone, the peddler asked: "The young man What's wrong."

The wife said: "My husband really didn't recognize him, that is the second son of Lingfang Pavilion."

The peddler was shocked and said: "But isn't that already thirteen? I think that boy is less than ten years old." The wife sighed: "If the father doesn't care about the mother, he can live freely."

At night, Yan Xia returned home from the back door. The rain soaked the corners of his clothes, and he looked very embarrassed. It is true that no one can touch Yan Xia in a small place. The reason is that although Yan Xia is thin, he does not lack brute force, and Yan Xia is also a real fool in the eyes of others, and his father doesn't care about him, so No one would come to hurt him at all. His mother was the official wife that his father Ming Mei was marrying back. Unfortunately, she was weaker and died when she gave birth to Yan Xia, leaving only a young son.

Although he is a real son, he has no intention of competing for favor with his half-brother and his concubine. In the past ten years, he has grown up in a normal way, read books in a normal way, and became a cook in a normal way. The humiliation of others seems to be unbearable. , other people's whispers are also deaf, everything has nothing to do with me, it feels like this for a lifetime, most of the time is deaf, destined to be an ordinary person, seeing Yan Xia like this, it seems that the concubine's room is not even playing tricks. No, just give him three meals a day, just don’t starve to death, but no matter how much Yan Xia eats, he feels thin and small, as if he can never get enough to eat. Later, he hired a teacher. At first, the teacher took good care of him because he was thin. It's a pity that he didn't know anything, so he broke the teacher by the way, and left the teacher in anger. Although Yan Xia felt that he didn't use much strength, he felt that there was nothing to explain.From then on, no one cared about Yan Xia, and she plunged into the ocean of laziness.

Later, by mistake, he became an apprentice in a noodle shop. Sometimes Yan Xia felt that it was good. He cooked noodles for a lifetime, and a fragment of his thoughts flashed. He also wanted to raise that person for a lifetime. An outsider appeared, an unknown person.

Yan Xia shook her head vigorously, as if eager to remember more, but it seemed that that memory was like dewdrops in the morning sun, and it had long since disappeared, so Yan Xia had no choice but to pack up and go to sleep early.

Yan Xia, who had just fallen asleep, seemed to be a little uncomfortable. She felt that she couldn't breathe, and it seemed that her breath was full of malice that made people cough. The face and the person holding a shining big knife, said: "I will start selling noodles tomorrow, you disturb my sleep."

The assassin's eyes were hard to distinguish at this moment, as if he was looking at a magical species.But he reacted quickly, and greeted him with a big knife in an instant. Yan Xia felt the explosion of death, rolled to the ground in an instant, hugged the assassin's leg tightly, and overturned the assassin with all his strength. He cleverly avoided the fatal blow, but the back was scratched by the blade, and the blood immediately stained his clothes. At this moment, the assassin was thrown off a bit. He didn't expect a boy to have such great strength. After all, the assassin thought he No matter how bad it is, there are more than 30 years of basic skills, and the practice time is a round longer than this boy, but after all, he is an old Jianghu for many years. He quickly realized that Yan Xia had no weapons in his hands and was injured. He wanted to immediately To deal with this young man, but he did not expect this young man to act faster. The assassin seemed to see a phantom, and the young man pinched his neck with his left hand. The assassin was not breathing, but his eyes revealed disbelief.

Yan Xia got up, it seemed that he had lost too much blood, and it seemed that it was the shadow of the knife light and blood just now. Yan Xia was a little dizzy, his heart was pounding, as if he was about to escape from his body, the surroundings seemed to be blurred and clear, he was a little He couldn't see the scene in front of him, and he seemed to hear the voices outside the yard clearly. In the end, he still couldn't stand firm and fell down. Before he fainted, he seemed to see two figures, one black and one white. The black figure seemed to say: "This is not here yet." As for the lifespan, I can’t take back the soul.” Bai Ying replied: “I’m afraid you and I won’t be able to take back this person when his lifespan is up, so hurry up and attract the servants, otherwise, someone will want you and me to look good.” Yan Xia fainted What I heard in my last impression was the conversation between the two and the panic of a servant girl.

Yan Xia didn't know how long he had slept. He only knew that the room was a little drowsy, but there was still some light. He guessed that it was early in the morning, and there were still some slight breathing sounds in his ears. It should be a maid who was sleeping beside the bed. She opened her eyes with all her strength, feeling very hungry and thirsty, her voice sounded like she was dying, but she only repeated a direct word intermittently: "Water." Okay, shouted: "Second Young Master is awake."

Yan Xia felt that it was a bit noisy, so it was even more noisy. It seemed that the relatives, stepmothers, doctors, and servants who hadn't seen for a long time all came in. A small room was crowded, and the noise increased by more than one degree, and it was staged along the way. As soon as the father was kind and the son was filial, Yan Xia looked at his father's caring attitude, and the doctor felt the pulse beside him. Yan Xia got up a little weakly, but felt that he was a passerby who stayed out of the matter.

After the doctor finished prescribing the medicine, he gave the suggestion of resting and avoiding meat and fish. He resigned and left. The stepmother glanced at her twice and left with a few words of concern and greeting. In the end, only Yan Xia and his father were left in the room. Shouldn't have woken up, the father and son who haven't been together for many years actually felt awkward when they were alone. Yan Xia was not good at talking to his father, and he didn't know what to say. Fortunately, his father Yan Mingzhou started a conversation

"How did you kill the assassin?" Yan Mingzhou asked.

Yan Xia lowered her eyelids, and described it very down-to-earth, "I rolled off the bed, hugged his legs and overturned him, and finally strangled him to death."

Yan Mingzhou looked inquiringly after listening. He was busy on weekdays and rarely paid attention to this son. Of course, he didn't pay attention to him at all, but he didn't expect him to be able to do this. The assassin who dared to break into the Lingfang Pavilion alone is naturally not weak. It's unbelievable in a teenager, especially in such a simple and almost ridiculous way.

Yan Mingzhou said, "Have a good rest."

Yan Xia: "Yes."

After Yan Mingzhou left, the servant girl from before came in again, leaned her knees towards Yan Xia, and said, "Second young master, the owner of the workshop ordered the servant girl to take care of you from now on."

Yan Xia woke up and chatted with everyone, already feeling drowsy, with drooping eyelids, the maid hurriedly supported Yan Xia to sleep: "Second Young Master, you should rest first."

Yan Xia was drowsy, her breathing seemed to be warm, her chest felt a little heavy, and soon fell into a dream. The dream seemed to be full of blood red. It seemed that there was a person wearing a black robe with flowing long hair blowing in the wind. He couldn't see that person's face clearly, but he felt that the relationship between that person and him was inextricably linked. Then the person suddenly turned his head, and he couldn't see the person's face clearly, but his heart, which had been lonely for a long time, suddenly jumped up.

He woke up suddenly with a sore throat and a series of coughs.The servant girl lay prone on the table, and immediately woke up when she heard it, and rushed to Yan Xia's side, and helped him up for a while to comfort him.

Yan Xia lowered his head, his eyes seemed to be glowing red, he was deeply concerned at the moment, he wanted to find the person in his dream, and he didn't want to let go of that person.

When he raised his head, the red light in his eyes had disappeared, Yan Xia raised his head, with a naive feeling, and said, "May I ask what your sister's name is?"

The servant girl quickly shook her head and said, "You don't need to call me elder sister, my name is Yunxiao."

Yunxiao is wearing a light green shirt, with a silver hairpin in her hair. She is fourteen or fifteen years old, with fair complexion, her eyes are a little big, quite watery, and seems to be able to talk, but most of the time she is hanging down. The one with squinted eyes seems to have a bit of a hidden front, and the face is obviously sleeping on the stomach for a long time, with the ripples of the sleeves printed on it, matching her appearance, it is a bit cute.

Yunxiao asked Yan Xia: "Second Young Master, it's getting dark, I'll bring you dinner."

Yan Xia looked at the darkened sky, thinking that she had slept for another day, and said, "Go."

Watching Yunxiao leave, Yan Xia took off a piece of jade pendant around his neck. He had caught it by lottery at the Hundred Days Banquet, and he had stayed with him since then. He had no interest in other things, but he couldn't let go of this jade pendant for a moment. It's strange to say that no one knows who put the jade pendant on, but it's harmless after all, so he kept it with him all the time. Yan Xia felt that the jade pendant seemed to be hot when he fainted, as if In order to reflect his persistence, the jade pendant suddenly glowed and emitted smoke, which turned into a ghost. Yan Xia remained indifferent, then stared at the creature in front of him, his lips pursed into a line.

But in fact, Yan Xia is far from being so calm. She seems to have a feeling in her heart. The feeling is that the earth is warming up, everything is welcoming spring, and the glaciers are thawing. It seems that something that has been missing for 13 years has returned to her body in an instant. He wanted to be hoarse, and wanted to tell the person in front of him his longing, but he held back, and he also had a weird intuition that he was more afraid of this person leaving than returning his feelings to him, even if it was just a ghost.

Yan Xia inquired about the ghost in front of him. The ghost in front of him thought that he was born in a wealthy family in the next life. It seemed to be because of his death. His face was glowing white. Because of his sparse eyebrows, he had a strange sense of beauty. Presumably, he was also a gentleman in his lifetime, dressed in black clothes, embroidered with silver chilong patterns, lifelike in motion, with a jade pendant around his waist, shaped like a bat, which seems to be somewhat similar to Yan Xia's jade pendant.

When the ghost first came out, he looked around, and seeing Yan Xia staring at him, he said, "Can you stop looking at me?"

Yan Xia didn't pay attention to this at all, staring straight at the ghost, the ghost finally said unnaturally: "Well, I slept in the jade pendant for a long time, and you let me out, according to the legend, should I repay the favor? ah."

Yan Xia's heart seemed to be dripping with scalding hot water, burning him to a boil. He only wanted this ghost to accompany him for the rest of his life, but he couldn't say this, feeling that the ghost would disappear immediately after saying this, So he said, "But I don't want anything now."

The ghost stared at him for a while, and couldn't help muttering: "It's so troublesome." The words seemed to be scattered in the wind, and Yan Xia didn't hear clearly, but the intuition was not what he wanted to listen to, and the ghost said again: "Then I just I can wait until you want to make a wish."

The ghost asked Yan Xia, "What's your name and how old are you?"

Yan Xia replied: "Yan Xia, they call me Yan Xia, I am 13 years old."

The ghost looked at him, not surprised that his age did not match his physique, and said: "I forgot my name before I died, but now I am Shen Yu, you can call me that."

A thought flashed in Yan Xia's mind, so this is the name he recognized, and his voice was dry: "Shen Yu."

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