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The morning sun revealed sharp rays of light from the col, which pierced the mist on the river. In other words, the mist blocked the light, and a transparent and luminous mist of fairy air drifted on the river.
A gust of wind blew, the leaves fluttered, the flowers swayed, and the mist was blown away. People who sailed overnight should have been very happy when they saw this scene, because if there was no mist blocking the front, they would be able to take fewer detours and return to the shore as soon as possible.
However, there seemed to be a figure in the fog, slowly walking from the shore to the center of the river.
The old man shouted: "Who is in front of you? Is it a human or a ghost?"
The figure walked slowly, and as time passed, the trace was gradually swallowed up by the silent river. By the time the old man passed through the mist, he had completely disappeared.
Back on the shore, the old man saw a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes on the shore not far away. He looked back to the place where he saw the figure just now, sat on the ground uneasily, and thought: "Could it be that 'female ghost' left behind The token that came down?”
The old man, who thought he had worked hard in his life and had never offended anyone, did not dare to act rashly, let alone leave the pair of embroidered shoes. Therefore, he sat on the shore and waited until the real person arrived.
After a while, a group of people hurriedly walked along the river. While shouting the name "Xiangchuchu", they asked the scattered pedestrians on the road in the early morning.
When he asked the old man about it, he took out his embroidered shoes and showed them to the group of people to identify them. One of the young but mature-looking girls picked up the embroidered shoes and burst into tears, shouting: "Miss! Miss! Why are you so heartless, leaving Zichai alone? You treat me like a relative and love me, Teach me how to read and play the piano, but unfortunately I’m stupid and can’t learn it..."
"Shoes..." Another young man in green murmured, then threw away his resentment towards others and said, "Miss Murong, how could you not tell me in advance? How could you hide such a thing from me?"
"I...I...at that time I didn't think Mrs. Xiang was really seeking death. She was just resentful and wanted to talk to me."
After hearing this, the old man explained as if he wanted to clarify the cause and effect. In fact, he was just intensifying the development of the situation: "This is what I saw with my own eyes. The female ghost was standing in the middle of the river. Then suddenly there was news, leaving only This pair of embroidered shoes!”
Before he finished speaking, the young man in green took the other embroidered shoe from the old man's hand, looked at the river with a distorted expression, then looked at the shoe, and murmured: "In the end, she still hasn't forgiven me..."
"Master Su, please take a look..." The girl named Murong next to her handed over a letter with a perfect inscription.
"A letter is like a meeting. Your Majesty, I am a hero in this region, with great ambitions; I am a street performer with short ambitions. Fortunately, the Lord of Xiang took pity on me, so I jumped on the branches and the common people became a 'Phoenix'. Both of them We are so far apart that we should not have met, let alone know each other. Now that you and I are united, it is really wishful thinking, just to repay Mr. Su for rescuing him in danger and for helping him in difficult times. After all, there are grievances and hatreds, and love is difficult. Farewell, it’s hard to repay Mr. Xiang’s kindness in this life, and it’s hard to say goodbye to Mr. Su in this life. My body can be with Mr. Su, but my heart can’t say goodbye to the old hatred..."
"Although my body is dead, my thoughts will live on forever. Before I leave, I hope that Mr. Su will take care of me. There have been people from ancient times who have been in the world of rivers and lakes with their hearts hanging on Wei Que. No one can be completely free and easy. It is true that Mr. Su is so involved in the court. Very few ministers of the DPRK can have a good death. If Mr. Su still thinks of Chu Chu's concern, remember not to mediate and confront the ministers of the DPRK again. Don't lose or forget these golden words."
How can we say that Su Qing's treatment of Xiang Chuchu was not obedient enough and took care of him in every possible way? But Xiang Chuchu knew better than anyone else that no matter how well her life was arranged, she would never be able to go back to the life she had with Xiang Jun, let alone the happy couple who worked hard on the ferry.
Some people believe that people with similar temperaments are more likely to become friends, and only when there are certain differences in temperaments can they become couples or family members. In fact, this is an extremely wrong statement. This statement ignores all the suffering and misunderstandings caused by differences in temperament. It only sees rich women eloping with poor boys, and children of aristocratic families marrying unknown women. Beautiful story.
How many disputes have arisen in this world just because of similarities and differences in hair color, skin color, appearance and language? What's more, it's a more complex human nature.
Just like the two of them, Su Qing is a typical knight-errant, while Xiang Chuchu is a member of Xiaojiabiyu. The former can only stand out and achieve their ambitions when the current situation is turbulent; while the latter can only feel at ease when living in a stable environment.
If they want to truly come together and become close relatives and loved ones, they are destined to go through a lot of hardships. They who should not have met each other often end up separated forever because of these hardships.
Su Qing held an embroidered shoe and stared blankly at the middle of the river. His usually energetic beard had lost its original look. He underestimated: "Does she want me to also experience the feeling of losing a lover? ?”
"Brother Su, isn't this like you?" Bai Feng was now mocking the other party just like Su Qing had faced E Feiying's death, and said: "Look at the surface of the river, it is very calm and there is no turbulence. If Miss Chu Chu If he really committed suicide by drowning himself in the river, how could there be no movement on the river surface?"
"Brother Bai, you mean, she...is not dead?"
"Perhaps she is watching us from a ferry on the river."
The two stood at the ferry and had an unobstructed view of both sides of the river. There were seven or eight ferries, large and small, moored. Many people lived and ate on the ferries and lived on them.
Murong Yan was still calming Zi Chai's mood and didn't notice the conversation between the two young masters over there. The old man running the night boat saw these people with different expressions and was very strange. He put down his shoes and left quickly. , ran to have tea and drink.
By the way, why is it always so eerily quiet on this river? There is a kind of beauty in this silence, just like the beauty in pure fairy tales. In fairy tales, even flowers that have withered can bloom again in the end; no matter how far away they are, they can meet again in the end; no matter how strong the wind is today, they will eventually return to calm.
Su Qing suddenly felt relieved, and he said to Bai Feng: "I want to level the Taiping Road and kill all the tyrannical tyrants, robbers, and cruel officials. Wait until everything subsides, or until I can no longer stand up, When you can no longer climb the walls, come back here..."
"Brother Su?"
"She will wait for me, right?"
A robber running rampant across the state made a promise in front of a knight who had gained fame. Later, Su Qing did not forget to go to comfort Zi Chai.
I saw him combing his beard with two fingers, and said as coolly and calmly as before: "Zichai, your sister asked me more than once before she died, asking me to take care of you for the rest of my life. It's just that a climber like me As a prodigal, if you learn not to be afraid of others, you are already lucky among misfortunes, right? Hahaha..."
