Doyoshi Kazume

The horseshoes ding ding, stepping on the clear waves and smashing the raindrops.

When it rains, I take a break at a roadside restaurant, and the two people in the car listen to the sound of the rain together.

When it cleared up, they hurried on the road, facing the freshness after the rain, and enjoying the flowers and tender leaves together.

The scene outside the window changes like a revolving lantern, from lilac magnolia to begonia, bursts of fragrance float into the car along the curtain, and the petals flutter and scatter all over the head.

Nanjing City, the beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River, Jinling Emperor State.

Surrounding the Qinhuai River in the south, living in Xuanwu in the north, where dragons and tigers occupy.

This city is just like the people in it, lovable.

The carriage stopped and turned, and stopped at a water town inn.

It was just that there were a lot of people for dinner, so the servant hurried out of the room to greet him.

After settling down, I inquired about Dr. Jiang's residence.

The horse galloped towards the countryside, and the beautiful scenery along the way was skipped in a hurry, leaving only the sound of horseshoes.

The willows are dark and bright.

Meng Hetang jumped out of the carriage and knocked on the door.

The door was divided to the left and right, and Dr. Jiang poked his head out, "Who is it?" This man, as he got older, his eyes were always dim and his ears were heavy.

As soon as I heard Dr. Jiang's voice, the long-term fatigue and sadness were all gone, and the response was full of joy.

"Sir, it's me, Meng Hetang."

"Oh! Young Master Meng, why are you here? Please come in quickly." Dr. Jiang was very happy to see the old acquaintance, and hurriedly invited them in.

"Wait a minute," Meng Hetang looked sad when he saw the old acquaintance, "show me first!"

Meng Hetang helped Dr. Jiang into the carriage.

The eyes of the person in the car were closed, his cheeks were sunken, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and his little face was pale with no blood at all.If it wasn't for breathing, I thought...

Dr. Jiang frowned, "This is... riding a horse again?"

Meng Hetang pursed his lips and looked worried, but when he heard this, he smiled wryly and said, "Sir, stop joking..."

The old man rolled up his sleeves and was about to feel his pulse, but when he saw the gauze-wrapped wrists exposed from the dark green cuffs, he sighed slightly, and probably understood a thing or two in his heart.

a long time.

"How is it?" Meng Hetang asked anxiously.

"Let's carry the house first."

Meng Hetang bowed down and hugged the man by the waist, it was much lighter, and his heart ached.

"I said, listen." Dr. Jiang stroked his beard.

"Master Zhou's pulse is normal, it's the heart."

"He doesn't want to wake up, he doesn't want to face reality."

"So, it all depends on your charm, Mr. Meng!"

"See if you have the patience to say yes to him every day and take good care of him."

"Success!" Meng Hetang let go of his strained heart a little bit.

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Day and night, I don't take off my clothes.

"Jiu Liang, Jiu Liang, don't sleep, get up and see Brother Meng."

"Jiu Liang, I saw you outside the city gate for the first time nine years ago. The snow was very heavy and cold that day, but you were only wearing a single coat. I feel bad."

"I have to thank Dalin for meeting you at the temple fair. If he hadn't clamored to see the martial arts troupe, we wouldn't have gone to the theater troupe, and we wouldn't have seen you." Meng Hetang chuckled lightly. One sound.

"I know you have suffered. Seeing your wounds makes me want to kill that bastard Li Jin alive."

"Jiu Liang, you have done everything for me all these years, and I am also a bastard, I only realized it so late."

"I've taken care of everything at home. I know I'm a mess. I'm sorry for my master, my godfather, and Mei Xue. But I understand that I can't live without you."

"Master has braids and they are serving me, but I can't live without you, Jiuliang."

"Jiuliang, Sixteen will follow me, you can't play tricks and let me go."

Speaking of this, Meng Hetang was already sobbing, and buried his head under Zhou Jiuliang's arms, trembling all over, with chest cramps.

Don't leave me alone, okay?

I will stick to you and pester you every day from now on.

Jiuliang, Jiuliang.

i miss you.

A tear ran down the corner of the eye, across the cheekbone and onto the pillow.

The author has something to say: There are too many classes and homework on Monday, so it's a bit late.

Goodnight everybody

Yesterday's hilarious comedian was my mother duck