It was said that the two men were traveling together, so Hun Xi was left behind to take care of Yangliu'er.
We haven't seen each other for many years, but the "high-spirited" young man Yang Zhen described in the letter has grown into an "adult".
Over the years, due to the love of Dr. Huaxi's wife, Yang Zhen was never taken back to Wang Dan's family and became one of Mrs. Huaxi's adopted sons.
Since he did not grow up next to his parents, as an adult, Yang Zhen appears to be particularly humble and taciturn in front of others, as if he lives in a self-enclosed world and appears to be overly polite to everyone. Although on the surface, people People thought he was easy to talk to, but in fact, he never opened his heart to anyone with confidence, including his father Wang Dan, who came to see him from time to time.
"Brother Zhen, Chang'er is here!"
Only the arrival of Wang Chang allowed this young man, whose face was always shrouded in lingering gloom, to show a clear smile and smile sincerely. He hugged Wang Chang and sat on his beloved horse in the capital of the Song Dynasty. A pleasant run on the outskirts of the city.
"Chang'er, have your piano skills improved?"
"Brother, I am personally taught by Liu'er's mother. I think I can play a piece for you. Please comment now!"
"Okay! When I get back, I want to listen carefully!"
The wild country of Song Dynasty was flat. I ran all the way and unknowingly, I had already covered more than ten miles. With this free-rein-style running method, the horse took the two brothers to a village they had never been to before. It was the time of spring plowing. During the busy farming season, the large rice fields in front of them were full of green. The hard-working farmers were all bent over and busy planting rice, sticking their butts out. Occasionally, someone got tired and stood up to take a rest. This was something they had never seen before. Wang Chang, who had seen the scene of farmers farming, was full of curiosity and surprise. What attracted him even more was that these farmers were working, and they were singing songs while they were working. Some were singing the lead, and some were singing backing. The melody was beautiful. , the laughter continued, making this work a wonderful enjoyment.
"Brother, listen! Their singing is so beautiful! I want to listen carefully, okay?"
Of course, Yang Zhen would satisfy whatever Wang Chang wanted. He got off his horse, tied the horse to a tree on one side, and then took Wang Chang with him to the edge of the field and began to "enjoy" the music.
The foot of the tree trunk where their horses were tied was also full of green grass. The horses were greedy and ate in circles. They soon ate all the grass in the area next to the tree, including the newly planted seedlings planted by the villagers. A clean one.
At first, the farmers were busy with their work and did not notice that the horses were destroying the fruits of their labor. They just felt that two young gentlemen suddenly came, well-dressed, and smiled and listened to their singing. It was quite fresh, so they sang It got even more exciting, until they finished thrusting together, turned back in a zigzag pattern, and discovered the damage of the horse, and the singing turned into a curse:
"Bad horse! You are eating our new shoots, get out of here! Get out of here quickly! You two bad guys, this horse can't be brought here by you, get out of the field quickly!"
Wang Chang was listening fascinatedly when the situation suddenly changed. The farmers' overreaction made Yang Zhen very unhappy and felt that it made him lose face. So he picked up Wang Chang and walked back. After unhooking his horse, he faced the farmers. The man cursed bitterly: "Okay! We'll get out of here right now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged Wang Chang tightly to his chest with one hand, and with the other hand, he led the horse straight into the field. Under his driving, the horse swept away the "seedlings" in one go, and took a long journey. They trampled the seedlings that the farmers had just planted so hard that they turned around and ran back.
The farmers who had their labor fruits destroyed were naturally unwilling to do so. They shouted, picked up their hoes on the edge of the field, and chased after him with bare feet... Of course, they couldn't catch up with this fast horse, but Their angry curses still followed the wind and floated far away, reaching Wang Chang's frightened ears.
"Brother, it's our fault. Let's go back and apologize to them! Just go back like this and let dad know that you will be punished! Go back, okay?"
Wang Chang patiently persuaded Yang Zhen, but Yang Zhen didn't listen. He said, "Don't worry! It's so far here and our horses are so sharp. They can't catch me. How can I tell my father? Besides, it's so far away and our horses are so sharp." They don't even know that you and I are our guests, so how can they even complain to us? It's just a few grassroots, making a fuss! God knows this, and the earth knows it. If you and I don't talk about it, we may die. If you admit it, there is no evidence, no one will blame us! Don't worry!"
The horse continued to run back, but Wang Chang did not agree. He struggled to jump off the horse and went back to apologize.
"Don't move! You will fall down soon and I will be shocked!"
Yang Zhen hugged Wang Chang tighter, fearing that this "silly" brother who would not listen to advice would really jump like this.
"If you want others to know, you have to do nothing unless you do it yourself!"
Just as the two brothers were arguing on the horse and the horse was still running back, a high-pitched but firm female voice came from the front, penetrated the woods, floated over, and rushed into the ears of the two men at a fixed point.
The horse's ears also heard it, and it was very obedient and suddenly lifted up its two front hooves out of thin air, knocking the two brothers off the horse.
The moment the horse fell, Yang Zhen rushed down, still hugging Wang Chang tightly, becoming his support, and fell to the ground first.
The horse lost the burden of the two of them and ran away happily on its own, leaving the brothers in this deserted and dense forest with "no village in front and no store behind".
"Brother Zhen, wake up quickly, wake up! Say something!"
Wang Chang was frightened, but because he was protected, the fall was not heavy. He quickly climbed up from Yang Zhen, knelt in front of Yang Zhen, and patted the silent Yang Zhen with his hands, which was so shocked that he temporarily fainted. Pour the face.
Once, twice, more than twenty times, Yang Zhen woke up with a confused look on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Chang, whose face was full of tears. He was patting his face repeatedly and squeezing in pain. He said a sentence: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm not dead!"
Seeing that his brother was awake, Wang Chang cried even harder. It was unclear whether it was because of fear or because he was lucky to have "survived the disaster".
"Haha, it's your own fault!"
The female voice was actually above my head.
From the thick shadow above the head, there was a whirlwind, and a large green ball whirled, and with this sound, it fell down.
"Sister, wait for me!"
There was another higher-pitched female voice, and then it floated down from above. What came out of the whirlwind this time was a large pink ball, like peach blossom petals that had been made into a beautiful thing. Like an incomparable gauze skirt, they stood side by side with the group of green, right in front of the two brothers.
