sunset fever

Time goes by, the water rises and the flowers bloom, Yangjing is not very warm. The brightest and warmest month of the year is June. In a small street in Dongshi, there are still branches that have been knocked down by wind and rain on the road. The pickers who sell fresh peaches come here. , stopped in front of the shop.

The sun, together with Qingguang, came out from behind the clouds.

On the door of the shop is "Xi Sha Zhai", and at a glance, you can see that the shelves are full of cosmetic powder, rouge and other things for dressing up. When she turned her head, one could see a strange group of birthmarks on her face, purple-black, covering the right side of her face, and even her eyes were covered, so it looked like a half-moon reflected in a lake at night.

Passers-by didn't pay attention to when she came, and they only learned that her surname was Hou when they chatted, so they all called her sister Hou.

This shopkeeper was born beautiful, with a pointed face and a beautiful, narrow and high nose very similar to Chen Bizhen.Naturally, her surname was never really Hou, but she was living here in a desperate situation, so she thought of a way to survive quietly.

A door framed a street scene, people of all colors passed by every day, none of those young princes and children was the one Zhong Huashu was looking for. The business lives alone, pretending to be withdrawn, and even a little elusive.

Further south of Yangjing, further south, in Jianting Mansion, Qu Yao and Chen Zhangqin have already married. Even though there is no wedding ceremony, they love each other. They bought a yard in the city, which is neither narrow nor wide. , the life of the three of them is just right.

Chen Yiyi is taking the opportunity to get taller, she is still an unstable little girl, she has become a little thinner, recently, she likes to eat Jiangmi jelly cake in the alley.

Chen Yiyi's body was better when it was hot, so she just sat in the room with her face poked up, fanning herself.

She put makeup on her face, but it was washed away by sweat after a while in the cold weather.

After a while, Qu Yao came back, she was hot and sweaty, and shouted: "Yiyi, where did you go this morning? We have been looking for it."

It seemed that she didn't know that her mouth was dry. On a hot day, Chen Yiyi stuffed her mouth full of snacks, and she didn't even take a sip of tea. She waited until she finished chewing and swallowing them before answering: "I went to Mr.'s house."

Chen Zhangqin also came back, wearing a thin white robe, came to the table, poured herbal tea into the cup, and drank it with his head up.

Qu Yao fell into the chair, panted and asked, "Why did you go to Mr.'s house today, because you don't have to go to school today?"

"I want to talk to someone... can't I?" Chen Yiyi beat the fan gently, and now she has a new name outside, which is "Sijing" chosen by herself.

Qu Yao looked straight at Chen Yiyi, seeing a lot of sadness and alertness in her eyes.

Chen Zhangqin was about to lose his temper. He reached out and tapped the little girl's forehead, reproaching him, "I'm going out to tell us. You disappeared early in the morning. Maybe there really is a killer from the palace outside. Your sister-in-law is crying so anxiously—— "

"Who is sister-in-law? My brother is long gone." The girl spit out a few words lightly, each of which was like a sharp knife slipping from the tip of her teeth. She was less cute and rolled her round eyes.

There is a slanting sun in the sky, sending bright yellow light and spreading it around people's feet.

Qu Yao held the handkerchief tightly with her fingers, stopped wiping sweat, frowned, and looked at Chen Zhangqin's face, Chen Zhangqin raised his hand hesitantly, ready to caress Chen Yiyi's thin shoulder.

Dodged by the girl.

"The queen mother said that the lotus was blooming that year, and the lake was full of emerald green. The emperor was born on a refreshing morning. Ya Xun made tea with the dew on the lotus leaves. That day was the seventh day of June."

Chen Yiyi got off the chair and stood upright, her eyes were red, and she wanted to wear an arrogant coat, so she raised her head slightly, with two bags of tears in her eyes, her eyes sparkled, and after she finished speaking, she tightened her bowed eyes. mouth.

Qu Yao was not as hesitant and cold as Chen Zhangqin, she was anxious, her heart ached, she also stood up, and said: "Sorry, I was negligent, Yiyi—"

"Today is the seventh day of June."

There seemed to be a nasty disease in her heart that couldn't be gouged out, Chen Yiyi's breathing hurt, she was still fanning, and when she looked closely, she realized that there was no peace just now, and there was more panic and panic.

Chen Yiyi ran out, it was almost dusk, the sky was still hot, and it was about to melt people's shoulders and heads, she walked out of the yard, looking left and right at the seemingly endless alleyway.

Jianting's dialect is really difficult to understand, even now, Chen Yiyi still can't quite understand the accent of her husband's poetry.

How could she really find her husband to chat with?

A man like Chen Zhangqin doesn't guard against anyone, he usually grabs Qu Yao's hand and kisses her cheek at any time, Chen Yiyi feels that he is not a child anymore, so he should hold back a bit.

It's just that Chen Yiyi didn't want to see the joy that Chen Bizhen gained from suffering.

It was an early morning, and the newly-replaced inn was covered by tall buildings near the river bank, so it was rare to see the sun. Chen Bizhen forgot what he had dreamed again, and he opened his eyes.

All the utensils in the room were considered ordinary, and it was a small shop, so the shopkeeper was also familiar with Chen Bizhen. He opened the door, and a waiter brought hot water, and brought some porridge, steamed buns, and side dishes.

"Guest officer, Boss Li from Qianjie has come and said he wants to help you."

Chen Bizhen turned around holding the handkerchief, and replied with a smile, "Please come up."

Cleanse your face with warm water, then rinse your mouth. Before the food on the table is touched, Boss Li came in. He does all kinds of business, including Baidao and gangsters; I recommend myself to be a small laborer who scrubs masonry.

Boss Li opened his shrewd round eyes and asked, "Is the young master a big thief or a godly thief?"

"I'm a literati who writes unofficial histories, and I can only write better when I actually read it," Chen Bichen replied, "Taoyuguan is Liang Zhuan's mansion. after all."

That Boss Li is not a literati, and he didn't have any in-depth thoughts. After listening to these few sentences, he answered quickly. He had no other worries. He took out the letter of recommendation from his sleeve, and mentioned an address, telling Chen Bizhen to go there after breakfast. Find that foreman.

The weather is not getting colder, and people walking on the street are soaked in the tumbling heat. The vicinity of the Taolang Pavilion is still the same, and the vegetation in the street has not changed, but it is only in midsummer, so it is more green.

Chen Bizhen naturally went in with dozens of workers, including brick and tile masons, carpenters and blacksmiths... Chen Bizhen was assigned to the courtyard deep in the Taoyuan Pavilion to clean the stone slabs and steps.

"Autumn Moon" is on the door, and the peach blossoms in the courtyard have fallen long ago. Now, the tree is full of peaches, which are heavy red and pink, and the branches are falling down. Because it is the place where the imperial court takes care of, no one is willing to pick it, so the ground is also covered with peaches. Some of the overcooked ones were lost.

Chen Bizhen was carrying the broom, and he had no specific plans to come here, but he missed the past so much, so he wanted to walk around, and he also wanted to find Zuo Zuo and other beautiful birds, but he didn't know if they were still there.

The path at the foot is surrounded by smooth and bright milky pebbles. Going all the way to the side yard, I saw a green lotus leaf planted next to the veranda. The breeze blows and the greenery floats.The other courtyard is a small building with red windows on the second floor, with the word "Hanjiang" hanging in front of the door.

There are craftsmen coming from all over the room, and there are some laborers who move things. They are taking out the old furniture for people to repair in the wide area. A thin shadow emerges from the crowd. green dress, busy pouring tea for the workers.

It was a large red copper pot, which looked very heavy. Chen Bizhen took the bowl and looked up in surprise. He said softly, "Mo Xia...are you still there?"

"Chen, Mr. Chen..."

Mo Xia immediately pursed her lips to cry, but she tried her best to hold back, picked up the pot and walked away, the tea in this circle was poured, and she turned her head to see Chen Bizhen not far away.

Mo Xia put the kettle on and came over. She lost a little weight, and her round face became angular. She blinked and asked, "How are you? How is your lord?"

Chen Bizhen pulled her sleeves and walked out. The two of them reached a remote corner of the garden. Chen Bizhen said, "I'm fine. I originally settled him in King He's Mansion, but when I went back later, I heard that he had gone away secretly. I didn't say anything." Where to go, there is no news so far. Maybe I went back to Fushan."

He is not dressed in shabby clothes, but it is much simpler than before, he is still tall and thin, and looks more mature; once, Mo Xia also regarded Chen Bizhen as a close master, she couldn't see his downcast appearance, so he stopped Weeping in a low voice.

Mo Xia said: "They all said that you have-"

"Don't tell anyone. There are still many people chasing me. No one knows my whereabouts now, not even King Xihe and the princess." Not here?"

Mo Xia nodded, and replied: "They are still there. I have raised them very well. The servants here can leave. Shanyin went to serve elsewhere. I decided to stay and take care of your lord's things."

"Be careful."

"Ah."

The sky was cloudy, so there was no sunlight at this moment, and it was too quiet everywhere, making people even more silent and hopeless. Chen Bizhen asked Mo Xia to do something, and then went around by himself.

He finally found Zuo Zuo. The little guy had a new cage, so he couldn't fly around. He and a bunch of birds were placed in a shade in the garden. Chen Biyan stretched out his hand to tease it, but it didn't say anything until Shaking his head, probably thinking about something boring.

It won't be called "Little Tyrant" anymore.

Chen Bizhen said: "Do you want to leave? If you can fly back to Fushan, then help me to see Yan Xiu and see if he is at home. Is the injury healed?"

Zuo Zuo naturally couldn't understand anything, Mo Xia was afraid that it would fly around and be in danger, so he always locked it up, so he didn't want to learn to speak anymore.

"Ask him if he wants me..." Chen Bizhen poked Zuozuo's feathers with his fingertips, he took out his hand, and smiled helplessly. At this time, the city gate may be the most dangerous place, so it is inconvenient to escape, so Chen Bizhen was alone in the In such a huge city, as an ordinary person, according to rumors, he is already dead.

Chen Bizhen said softly: "Little tyrant, little tyrant..."

He raised his head in the silence, looking at the half moon that escaped from the cover of the clouds, sweat dripped from his forehead, and the silent air played a barren music.

Only those who are truly silent can hear it.

The small building with red windows was once sealed in a heavy snowfall. In the middle of the night, with a few lights on, Yan Xiu pressed his knees on the edge of the bed. He was stunned for a long while without saying anything.

Chen Bizhen stretched out his finger, scratched the tip of his nose with a smile, leaned closer to his face, and asked, "What's wrong? Huh?"

Yan Xiu was so teased that his eyelids trembled slightly, so he wanted to escape, but he was hugged around the waist, so he hugged him, all cover was gone, the two of them collided with each other, almost entangled, and could feel each other's sternum violent ups and downs.

Laying on Chen Bizhen's body, Yan Xiu panted heavily, he leaned on the person's shoulder, and then replied: "It's nothing..."

He raised his hand and hugged the man's neck tightly, then closed his eyes, and replied, "It's nothing."

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