Shanhedu

Qing Shui, who was dragged by Xiaoyao to the back of his long gown, turned his head abruptly and yelled at him in a bad tone.

"Shut up, or don't drag me!"

Sure enough, Xiaoyao shut up, he didn't let go of the hand that was holding his clothes, and the other hand tightly held the handle of the umbrella at his waist.

Jun He shook his head and looked at both sides, he couldn't see his fingers when he stretched out his hands, and the road under his feet depended on Ling Xiao to lead him.

The tip of her fragile heart was beating like a beating drum, pinching Ling Xiao's sleeves, the knuckles of her thin fingers turned white, looking for the only attachment.

"Brother..." Lan Caojing's voice trembled violently.

Ling Xiao moved forward relying on intuition and righteousness, and pulled Jun He closer to him.

Before Jun He could finish speaking, he opened his mouth to comfort him deeply.

"Hey, go ahead for a little while, and you'll be able to get out soon."

The tone is firm, which makes people feel at ease. Even if there is no bright exit ahead, they will follow such a person with a sense of security.

After about half a stick of incense, the four of them finally stood in the center of the light.

Ling Xiao put one hand around Jun He's shoulder, and heard Qing Shui behind him "Ouch".

Before they could look back, their feet shook violently, the light in front of them was so bright that they had to close their eyes.

After waking up after a lifetime, everything finally returned to normal.

"Fox, fox! Wake up, you coquettish fox is hysterical!!"

Junhe who opened his eyes first heard the rough and anxious voice of Tusheng.

The next moment, Fugui's face appeared in front of his eyes.

Exhaling a breath of air hanging in his throat, he finally relaxed.

"woke up."

Jun He was pulled up by Fu Gui, only to see what they were like at this moment.

He, brother Ling Xiao, and Qingshui Xiaoyao were all lying on the street, and Tusheng squatted beside Qingshui, shaking Qingshui roughly, and shouting loudly.

Ling Xiao was pulled up by Fu Gui and sat on the ground with Jun He, and soon stood up again.

Fugui took a water bag and filled himself with a big mouthful of water, and then sprayed the water in his mouth on the swaying Xiaoyao's face, which woke him up.

Xiaoyao stood up blankly, looked around as if turning his tail, and then asked, "Why are we here?"

The last piece of clear water was rescued ashore as if drowning, his mouth suddenly opened, and he exhaled the air choked between his heart and lungs, and finally opened his eyes to regain his senses.

Seeing him waking up, Tu Sheng smiled innocently, and beat Qing Shui's chest hard.

"Fox, fox spirit, if you die, no one will bury you."

It seemed that he wasn't the one who was worried that this handsome guy wouldn't wake up just now, he was so forgetful.

"Why are we lying on the street?" Jun He asked.

"I went down to take a toilet, and when I went upstairs, I saw the four of you going downstairs without looking up.

He didn't answer when he called you, and followed him all the way to the street until he woke you up just now. "

Ling Xiao frowned and thought hard, and finally only asked him: "When we came out, did the rain stop?"

"It's strange to say that as soon as you went out of the inn, the rain suddenly stopped outside. I haven't figured out what happened yet." Fugui answered him.

"Yes, a ghost came to claim my life..."

Jun He whimpered back into Ling Xiao's arms again, and hit his forehead hard on his chest, causing Ling Xiao to groan unpreparedly.

Then he raised his hand again, and softly comforted him along the back of his neck.

"No, we're all back."

"Come back? Where did you go just now?" Fugui looked at Ling Xiao very puzzled.

Reminiscent of the legend that the innkeeper told them in the morning, Ling Xiao thought that the vision they had happened was a strange thing that would happen this year.

But they didn't disappear like the four lost people, presumably because Fugui found them in time.

The hand touching Jun He's neck has not yet let go, "It's hard to say, but it's really not suitable to stay here for a long time. Now that the rain has stopped, we'd better go on the road quickly to avoid any troubles."

Fu Gui responded, turned back to the inn and led the horse away, Qing Shui, who was at the back of the group, got into a fight with Tu Sheng again.

A folding fan hit the big stupid man's back, and he screamed so loudly, who made his chest hurt so much when he slapped it.

Before dawn at the fourth watch, Ling Xiao took Junhe and left the rest of the rent and a farewell note at the counter of the inn.

Get on the horse and raise the whip, and take a step closer to the door of the house at dawn.

After half a day, the sky became gloomy again.

They happened to pass by a post station with a shed, and they got off their horses to rest before the heavy rain came.

It is said to be a post station, but it is only covered with tables, chairs and tea. A dozen workers who are rushing to work are also resting here, holding old family umbrellas in their hands.

After taking a sip of water, the rain really fell, and caught off guard, it splashed on the horse's head outside the arbor, snorting and shrinking its neck.

The cool wind blows the breath of the soil and blows away the enthusiasm of the workers. Seeing that it is time to go to work, living like ants can't be deducted from wages because the heavy rain delays work, so they open their umbrellas and rush into the rain.

Jun He watched those people walking in the rain in a row, and saw a group of young people with flower umbrellas coming in to hide from the rain. Their faces were full of joy, and they didn't mind the rain that wet a large area of ​​their clothes.

The colorful dragons and phoenixes on the umbrellas are really beautiful, with green mountains and green waters accompanied by red flowers.

Qingshui and Xiaoyao sat under the pergola, playing with the rainwater with their palms outstretched.

Tu Sheng sat next to Wang Tian's Fugui, rummaging through his pockets, probably because he was hungry again.

The young man sitting across from Jun He saw that Jun He was yearning for the umbrella in their hands, and he turned the handle of the umbrella with a sneer to show off, and the colors on the umbrella surface mixed into a ball of colored ink.

Jun He pursed his mouth slightly, raised his pointed chin and raised his face to Ling Xiao.

The tone was soft and a little envious, "Brother, those people's umbrellas are so beautiful, I want an umbrella too."

Ling Xiao, who met Shang Junhe's eyebrows, trembled in his heart, recalling that he had pestered his father for a wooden sword like this when he was a child, and his heart was rippling for a while.

But looking around, where is there a place that sells umbrellas?

There was a sound of frogs not far away, and Ling Xiao made up his mind.

He reached out and patted Lan Caojing's small head, and looked at him with a chuckle, "Wait."

Afterwards, he stepped out of the arbor, exerting force on his heels, and the whole person soared into the air, like a nimble grasshopper jumping into a lotus pond not far from the post station.

Jun He leaned on the pillars of the arbor and looked out on tiptoe. The rain wet his forehead before he obediently retracted his head. After turning his head again, a black figure fell on the place where Ling Xiao had just left.

There is not much rain on the whole body, only the toes are covered with a little yellow mud, and the big green lotus leaves are held in the hands. The leaves are not much smaller than the umbrellas of those young flower umbrellas.

There were soft white downs on the lotus leaf stalk, and it was handed to the joyful Lancaojing, who was praised softly and cutely.

"Brother is amazing!"

Jun He raised his head and smiled warmly at him, his brows and eyes curved into crescent moons, and he held up the lotus leaf umbrella with his slender hands and placed it on top of the two of them.

Ling Xiao's facial features were profound and tough, seeing that the little orchid grass essence was really renewed, he also smiled slightly.

Qing Shui, who was sitting on the side, saw it and teased Ling Xiao in a low voice, "You can really be Jun He's parents."

Instead, Xiaoyao, who was sitting next to him, touched his chin and said seriously, "I think the relationship between this little guy Jun He and Ling Xiao is not like ordinary brothers."

He looked at the two in front of him as a professional matchmaker who had been married for 300 years.

"Heh, your old age is really not in vain." Qing Shui echoed him.

The group of young people sitting opposite them looked at Jun He and Ling Xiao who seemed to be smirking face to face, and whispered together.

"What are the two men, one big and one small, doing? Why can't I understand?"

"It seems like you're talking about love, are you trying to show off your affection?"

"Oh, what you said is really reasonable."

"Cut, the world is getting worse, and it's shameless to show off your affection with broken sleeves."

"Hey, how can you talk like this, and they didn't provoke you."

……

Two hours later, the dark clouds in the sky were blown far away by the north wind, and they hurried on their way again.

Just as Junhe was sent to the horse by Ling Xiao, who was half-carrying and half-supporting, he heard Qingshui and Tusheng arguing again.

Turning his head and looking over, Tu Sheng was pushed down by Qing Shui and sat down in the puddle.

The reckless man finally got angry and stood up abruptly, trying to pull Qing Shui who was already sitting on the same horse with Xiaoyao.

Qing Shui frantically waved his folding fan to knock away Tu Sheng's big hand pulling him off his horse, and heard Fu Gui who was standing behind them laughing loudly.

Shen Suanzi smiled and pointed to Tusheng and asked.

"Hmph...Native...Hahahaha...you touch your ass...haha...what is that hahaha..."