no soul

Lin Hong put down the teacup and stretched, "I'm going back to Pingyang."

Wan Guchuan looked at him.

"Everything is done here, with Tu Hongxue here, 'Ghost Tiger' and 'Iron Hammer' are also there, the accounts for not going back to Pingyang have to be piled up." Lin Hong said.

"When?" Wan Guchuan asked him.

"It depends on what time you want on the day I promise you." Lin Hong smiled with white canine teeth, "Don't say I'm cheating."

Wan Guchuan looked at him, "I owe it, I have to continue going south, and I will return to Pingyang."

"Do you still want to go south?" Lin Hong frowned.

"Well, until the southern barbarian border." Wan Guchuan's fingers accidentally touched the teacup.

"Well, okay."

"Be careful on your way back."

"Okay." Lin Hong smiled.

Wan Guchuan glanced at the sky outside, stood up, "I'm leaving."

"Hey, busy man." Lin Hong didn't keep him anymore, and got up after him.

The two walked across the courtyard.

"Don't give it away." Wan Guchuan stopped at the gate.

The dead leaves fluttered in the wind, and there was a rustling sound all around. The coolness of late autumn swept over, and Lin Hong's hair and clothes fluttered together.

A little close, his hair brushed against Wan Guchuan's neck vaguely.

Wan Guchuan looked down at him, and put his hand around the back of his head.

It's like a hug pose.

Lin Hong looked up at him.

The fallen leaves are still "sizzling", but they fall silently.

An itch in the hair.

Wan Guchuan withdrew his hand, with a dead leaf between his slender fingers.

"I don't have enough clothes, go back and sit in the house." Wan Guchuan raised the leaf, turned and left.

Lin Hong's heart twitched, and his brain also twitched. He reached out and grabbed Wan Guchuan's wrist.

The wind rolled up the residual leaves on the ground, and the hem of the clothes was blown, making a soft "rustling".

Wan Guchuan stood under the steps, turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"Is it safe?" Lin Hong was still standing on the steps, taller than him.

"what?"

"Is it safe for you to go south?"

"It's safe." Wan Guchuan smiled, looked up at him, and the hand held by him also gently lifted his wrist, holding it weakly, "At present, Nanman doesn't have the courage."

"Um……"

"I'm leaving." He withdrew his hand, stepped on the early morning autumn wind into the sky full of dead leaves, and his slender figure disappeared around the corner.

Lin Hong was still standing there.

When Wan Guchuan withdrew his hand just now, the remaining warmth from his fingertips gently touching his little finger was scattered in the wind.

Zhao Ganglong sat up suddenly from the bed, "Where's 'Night Breeze'?!"

Cang Lang was lying on the table sleeping soundly, and was woken up by his voice, the bloodshot eyes could be seen through the mask, "Early in the morning, what is the name of your mother's broken voice!" He called I let out a big yawn.

"Where's 'Night Breeze'!" Zhao Ganglong asked again, still looking around the room.

They chatted last night, except for Tu Hongxue who went back to the room, everyone else slept in the same room.

Cang Lang lay on the table, Zhao Ganglong fell on the bed, and Wan Guchuan was supposed to be sitting at the head of the bed leaning against the pillar.

At this moment, Zhao Ganglong opened his eyes and found that the person was gone.

Tu Hongxue happened to be standing at the door, and took a look inside, "I left early."

"Fuck!" Zhao Ganglong rubbed his head suddenly, "'Night Breeze' fucking fell asleep and left!"

Cang Lang:?Want some face?

On the second day, Lin Hong took a few jars of Zilan Shengjiu to the bodyguard bureau, and Zhao Ganglong's slit-like eyes were about to light up into round candlelight.Very happy, hugged the two altars in his arms, "Hey, Master Iron Hammer loves you!"

Like that, he would kneel down and call Lin Hong's father.

Cang Lang: "Damn it, you're promising, how can you improve your spine?"

Lin Hong laughed straight, and prepared to return to Pingyang after explaining the matter to Tu Hongxue.

As soon as he heard that he was leaving, Zhao Ganglong quit.

The hunk acted like a baby for a while, and ended with dinner and chicken legs.

When Lin Hong returned to Pingyang City, he went to deal with the ledger before returning home.

As soon as the stool was warmed up, Gu Yunshu came to look for him, "You're back! I'm so bored, I thought you'd lie down in Jiangnan and never come back!"

"Now the south of the Yangtze River is full of withered lotuses and willows, where is the gentleness?" Lin Hong smiled.

In autumn, Gu Yunshu was still holding a fan with ink orchids painted on it, pretending to be very aggressive, "I'm afraid that gentleness is not in the scene!"

What Lin Hong thought of was the cool cloth that was pasted on his forehead at night when he had a fever.

"Let's go! Go drink! I invite you!" Gu Yunshu not only held a pretentious fan, but also dressed coquettishly. He looked handsome but still had a naughty smile.

Lin Hong glanced at him, "I'm not going to Qingyun Tower." Not looking for Xiaowan.

"Go to Qingyun Building!"

"Then why are you wearing such a coquettish bag?" Lin Hong raised his chin at him.

Gu Yunshu glanced at him, opened his arms, and showed him, "Isn't it pretty?"

Lin Hong suppressed a smile: "Sao."

Gu Yunshu sized him up, "Isn't it a little more complicated than what you're wearing today?"

Lin Hong was wearing a dark blue long gown with white bamboo hooks on the hem today, the color made his complexion fairer.

There are two black belt hooks about two fingers wide around the waist, which outlines a thin waist and a slender body.

His hair is like a waterfall, and his face is handsome.

Gu Yunshu's eyes swept across his waist, and then fell on his face, feeling itchy in his heart, "Then what do you like?"

"It doesn't matter what I like, I like black, do you want to wear it?" Lin Hong raised his eyebrows at him.

"Put on."

"Pull it down."

"Hey, why can't you wear it?"

"You don't dress properly."

"Tsk, go to Qunyulou?" Gu Yunshu asked him.

Lin Hong smiled and said, "Sexual change?"

"I'm afraid it's impossible. Didn't I see that you like it?" Gu Yunshu said.

Lin Hong thought about it, and he was really tired recently, "Let's go."

Qunyulou singing and dancing is in full swing.

The lights turn on and off, and Zhu Xian keeps on.

The censer burns away the mind, and the fragrance permeates. For a while, all the colors fill the eyes and linger at the tip of the nose.

Talking and laughing are full of ears.

Sound, color, desire and wine and meat.

The world is surrounded here, and the troubles are outside the world.

"Young Master Lin is here!"

The girls surrounded Lin Hong, and Gu Yunshu was pushed aside, only a few girls who knew they couldn't squeeze in came to pull him.

Gu Yunshu: "..." Um... it's my clothes' fault.

Peacefulness.

Lin Hong was a little confused from drinking.

Gu Yunshu kept telling him about his silk business, but he didn't listen much.

If you ask him to give an idea, you can't tell why.

The girl Mingyue beside him was still pouring wine for him.

"Stop drinking, sister." Lin Hong pushed away the flagon in her hand.

"Why don't you drink anymore? You're not drunk yet." Gu Yunshu took a sip of his wine, and there were no girls sitting around him, so it's hard for him to be a masculine man, and he looked quite upright.

Lin Hong laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Yunshu continued drinking.

Lin Hong looked at the girls accompanying him, and suddenly thought of Wanliang. He asked the girls around him, "Do you have a sweetheart?"

Gu Yunshu looked at him, "What sweetheart? Do you have a sweetheart?"

Lin Hong: "No, I'm asking a girl."

"Oh." Gu Yunshu felt relieved.

Miss Mingyue laughed, "Yes~ Isn't it Mr. Lin?"

The other girls also echoed, one by one Mr. Lin.

Gu Yunshu rolled his eyes.

Lin Hong knew it was all fake, he looked at them, "Are you talking about anyone?"

"Where is it~ people only think about Mr. Lin in their hearts~" Miss Mingyue wanted to lean into his arms.

"Don't." Lin Hong avoided her, "Sister, I'm serious."

Miss Mingyue stopped teasing him, sat up straight, and poured a glass of wine slowly, "I am a prostitute, and the guests who come here are all my sweethearts."

She handed the glass of wine to Lin Hong.

Lin Hong smiled, "Sister, don't take the opportunity to trick me into drinking."

"Drink it~" Another girl persuaded him, "You are the sweetheart of all of us today~"

"Forgive me," Lin Hong pointed to the jugs of untouched wine next to him, "These wines are mine."

"Okay!" The girls around smiled.

"Let's go." Lin Hong stood up.

Gu Yunshu was waiting for his words, but he couldn't bear to break up with him, "Where else do you want to go?"

The girls are still keeping them.

Lin Hong waved his hand.

"I'm back after being exhausted," Lin Hong said.

Gu Yunshu couldn't figure it out, "Why are you exhausted?"

"Reminds me of a friend."

Gu Yunshu was startled, "Sweetheart?"

"No." Lin Hong said.

He thought of Wanliang.

As a woman in the world, she dares to avoid the common customs and pay tribute to love, giving her heart to one person.

"Come on, go home."

It's time to respect people.

"Don't go home, play a little longer?" Gu Yunshu kept him.

go all the way.

The gauze fluttering through the corridors, the bright colors are intertwined into the melody flicked by Su’s fingertips, and a chuckle after the lingering sentimental words;

Pass through the bustling dances and operas in the lobby, leaving all the absurd legends behind;

The beauties with slender waists and fine clothes are blocking the way, and what they present is a cup of fine nectar and jade dew full of intoxicating light, a cup of sorghum, with heavy grains and strong fragrance everywhere;

Su Hexiang from the Western Regions is still trying to keep the drunken prodigal son, and the evening wind outside the door has brought a cool return home;

Gold and silver are luxurious, and you can lightly promise them with a clang, adding a bit of talk to the boring;

Throwing away the bliss, the sorrow of firewood, rice, oil and salt is calling in the distance.

Lin Hong was drunk, and stepped into the light with one foot.

The bustle is gone, and the lights fade away in a blink of an eye.

A piece of ancient trees towered to the sky, and the morning mist was still lingering in it, and the air wrapped him tightly with moisture.

The fragrance from the soil washes away the suffocating sweetness just now, and washes away the stale air in the lungs.

A flock of birds flapped their wings and flew away, their wings and leaves rang together.

Going away with the wind but not knowing the wind, the world opened is vast and boundless.

The mountains are continuous and the clouds are filled.

The mountain wind blows gently, blowing the burning singing from afar.

The bells and chimes of ancient temples echoed among the mountains.

The most devout believers of the Buddha are looking up, and a circle of colorful Buddha light blooms on the top of the mountain in the distance, among which is as bright as a mirror, with thousands of Buddhas in the shape, like a miracle.

Holding the mystery of the universe, carrying the ancient mystery.

The halo opened up the clouds and mist, and then the cliffs stood up, and the pines bowed their heads.

There is a merciful gaze looking back at his followers quietly.

The mortal world is outside the golden mountain, and the world suffers.

Buddha wants to save the world from fire and water.

The Buddha's light in the eyebrows shines everywhere, breaks the darkness and fog, and enlightens all beings.

All things come to take refuge.

A pair of grass shoes trampled on the dead leaves all over the ground, and the rain and dew from the mountains were still hanging on a cassock.

The monk on the opposite side looked kindly, with a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his slender hands.

The monk clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute, "Where did the guest come from?"

Lin Hong looked at him without speaking.

From the deepest part of the world of mortals.

The author has something to say:

Overhead Buddhism, the views in this article do not represent the views of real Buddhism.

Theme: "Practice all good and refrain from doing all evil."

This story is purely fictional.

Pay tribute to Buddhism at the same time.