Blossoms

3.

At the insistence of Grandma Chunyu, Chu Rui finally decided not to return to the Central Plains until the summer solstice.

The old man was also happy to have an apprentice who was willing to spend money to buy wine for him, so he decided to wait until the summer solstice to leave, but was properly nagged by Granny Chunyu.

After inquiring carefully, Ani realized that the two actually disliked each other so much since they were young. Master Yaoxian of the Floating Life Creation School and Grandma Chunyu's master knew each other, and often took his apprentices to southern Xinjiang. So the two got acquainted.

It's just that every time they meet, they must first hate each other.

Ani really wanted to ask if it was Huanxi's friends or something, but the old man directly refuted: "There are only friends, not Huanxi."

Yeah?Ani shrugged her shoulders: "Grandma's mouth is hard and her heart is soft. If you are really unhappy, you will be kicked out of Southern Xinjiang long ago."

"I know, so I'll just talk about it." The old man took a sip of his wine, turned around and saw a few girls outside the yard: "I wonder why they haven't given up yet..."

"Give up what." Ani glanced at someone who was eating obediently: "I was like this at the beginning. How long have I been persuading, those children can't accept it."

The Daxia Mo who accepted their hearts has become a fool.

Zixi took the meal that Chu Rui fed her, and ignored the chattering of several people in front of her.

It's not that Chu Rui didn't care at all, he moved his seat and directly blocked the girls' sight, making sure that Zixi couldn't see them before helping him with food.

"Oh, so boring." Ani muttered.

"Indeed." The old man also muttered.

Seeing the same posture of the two, Zixi couldn't help laughing.

"Grandpa, why don't you tell me about the strange things you encountered before—"

"What strange things can happen to me..." The old man waved his hands triumphantly: "Speaking of which, isn't your mother-in-law particularly good at fortune-telling?"

"You know what?"

The old man was even more proud: "Of course, but I taught her."

Ani was very surprised, Zixi pouted, yes, and then blackmailed him for 1 yuan.

There are nine thousand nine hundred.

Zixi began to think about how to help Chu Ruirui get back the nine thousand nine hundred from the old man...

"Grandpa, what else can you do?"

"I know a lot." The old man pointed out ten fingers: "I can tell fortunes, I can heal diseases, I can also read the hidden characters of the sky, and I can make wine. Oh, there are too many..."

A Ni looked at his smug smile: "You know so much... haven't you encountered any interesting deeds in the world?"

"interesting……"

The old man tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's also... I have nothing to do, so I will tell you some things that I encountered when I was young when I was walking in the rivers and lakes."

Walking the rivers and lakes...

Ani held her chin: "Wow, grandpa, you are so amazing, did you walk the rivers and lakes by yourself?"

"I still have companions at that time..." The old man sighed, picked up the flagon in front of him and took a sip, and said, "That's when the real happiness..."

The two walked the rivers and lakes together, he held a sword, and I held wine.

The old man raised his head and took another sip of the wine, and said, "What a pity, what a pity..."

Seeing him like this, Zixi and Ani didn't dare to ask him what happened, but the old man leaned on the table and murmured slowly: "Ah...Changle...Weiyang..."

Chu Rui took a mouthful of vegetables into Zixi's mouth, as if he couldn't hear or see the old man's expression.

Annie frowned: "What?"

The old man didn't murmur any more, and straightened his sitting posture.

"At that time, Tianyin Sect was really a mixed bag, and there was no Hundred Finger Demon Lord. Nanjiang also looked safe and happy. Everyone was self-sufficient, and they were completely at ease." The old man said.

"Chu Rui and Mo Zixi were not even born yet. We traveled to the southern border, saw the vast flat land, and then went to the northern border to see the continuous mountains and rivers. At that time, the land of Tianyin always liked to sell Books, we bought several interesting books, but when we opened them, they were full of incomprehensible characters."

Ani nodded: "I know, I have seen the Tianyin characters once, it is completely a ghost drawing."

The densely packed fonts seem to be pulled into a ball. If you can't read them, you may think they are some unique patterns.

"Little girl has broad knowledge." The old man praised and said, "That's why I studied Tianyin characters later. It was really cumbersome and took me several years."

"So, so, have you read those books?"

"Haha, the books are full of useless rumors. They are all martial arts within Tianyin Sect, called 'forbidden techniques', but they are just rumors, and there is no way to practice them, so those books have been kept in Qingfengtang for a long time. How did you move?"

It's just a rumor.

Ani was about to speak again, but the old man had already begun to recall the past: "We have been to Wandu, the suzerain was still young at that time, we just wandered outside, and I took the opportunity to learn a lot of methods of refining poison...Of course It's stealing haha."

"We still have a lot to go...but..."

Thoughts drifted back to decades ago.

The picture in front of me seems to be still vivid.

"Brothel?" The people around him smiled, "Are you joking?"

He rubbed his palms together: "Tsk, why? Don't you dare to meet the world?"

The people around him cupped their hands and raised their eyebrows: "I will accompany you to the end."

"Very good." He pointed to the building in front of him that had painted the entire building red: "Then go in."

As soon as the two of them walked in, several gorgeously dressed women walked towards them quickly, and a woman who seemed to be older came waddlingly, pointing at him as a burst of flattery.

"Hey, guest officer, I thought you weren't coming... It's been so long..." After speaking, pointing to the person beside him: "Did you bring one more now?"

"Yes." He smiled and put his hands on the shoulders of the people around him: "Let a few girls come over to accompany the master, and let this little brother open his eyes. You can't treat us badly."

The people around him pushed his hand away: "Have you been here many times?"

He panicked: "Only once or twice..."

The old bustard's expression changed: "Guest officer, there are quite a lot of guests today, I'll ask Furong to pour wine for you to apologize, the girls already have guests..."

"No no...it's okay."

"What's okay?" He waved his hand, seeing the frowning of the people around him, he still said, "Forget it, just Furong."

The two sat in the wing.

He pointed to the person in front of him who was sitting in a regular manner, picked up one foot, and pointed at him: "This is not where you look at Junshan, you don't need to be so restrained, you can roam the rivers and lakes without restraint."

The person in front of him smiled and did nothing else.

Covering her face, Fu Rong came in with her pipa in her arms and bowed slightly to them. He watched the people on the side also bow their hands to Fu Rong, and hurriedly said to the boy beside him, "Hurry up and bring the wine."

"Yes."

After a while, several pots were brought up.

He sniffed it, frowned and raised his hand to stop Fu Rong from pouring wine for the people around him: "Isn't this wine too strong?"

"The proprietress rewarded them." Fu Rong smiled at them, "This is our own peach blossom wine."

"Are you afraid that I'll pour a cup?" the person next to him asked.

He nodded.

Then watch the other party drink it in one sip.

"There's a lot of stamina..." Fu Rong raised her hand and didn't stop him at last, she turned around and said, "Little girl, let's play a song for the guest officer."

He agreed.

A piece of pipa with melodious sound.

It sounded a bit cheerful, but Fu Rong in front of her was holding the pipa obliquely and sang an extremely sad melody.

He took a sip of the peach blossom wine in the cup, and squinted to see the people beside him slowly closing their eyes.

Raising his hand, he looked at Fu Rong: "Forget it, you go out first, let's rest for a while."

The door closed slowly.

There were only two of them left in the room.

Looking at his slightly red cheeks, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Who says I can't drink a cup?"

The people around him didn't answer him, their eyes were slightly closed, and they leaned over to lean against the screen behind them, and he quickly pulled him back.

"Hi." He patted his face.

It seems to have fallen asleep.

Leaning him on his shoulder, he lifted the flagon and took a sip.

The quiet wing room is even more noisy outside.

"You said...why do I have to do this..." He said silently.

The people around him didn't answer him.

Maybe he was a little drunk, he grabbed the collar of the person next to him and shook him but couldn't wake him up, looked at his reddish cheeks for a moment, his mind went blank for a while, and directly lowered his head and bit his lip gently.

The touch is real.

He cupped his cheeks and opened his mouth.

At that moment, he woke up directly from the haze, and he let go of him, feeling a little cold in his heart.

It was unbelievably hot outside, but it was as if snow had come out of his heart.

The people around him didn't respond, and almost fell into a deep sleep.

What did he do.

At that moment, he realized too many things. He covered his heart, as if the emotions in his heart could no longer be suppressed, he opened his mouth but said nothing.

I dare not say anything after that.

Many stories may not be destined to end from the beginning, but he didn't have the courage to uncover them after all.

Like that endless pipa song.

The melody is cheerful... Savor it carefully, but when you hum it, you can hear the sadness.

"...But there are too many, and I can't finish it all at once." The old man said.

The past passed by in a hurry.

Looking back suddenly, the years are fleeting.

Now he is the only one who remembers this.

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[Author: Master's plot is online. 】