The heavy April snow north of Daze did not cross the 800-mile-long Daze and fell on the land of Huangliang.
It’s just that maybe there was a certain chill, or a certain sword intention coming from Nanyi City, following the wind blowing towards the south, it crossed the green mountains, Moque and Baihe River, and landed on the capital city in the south. among.
It happened to be a woman hiding from the drizzle in a long street under a green eaves hung with red lanterns.
Li Qinghua just looked up at the sky.
The chill fell on the curved and thin corners of her eyebrows.
Maybe it's a drop of water, maybe it's a touch of wind.
That cold touch suddenly reminded her of a young man in white clothes far away in the south.
"is it you?"
Li Qinghua raised her hand to stroke her eyebrows and murmured softly.
What’s the story about the south?
Li Qinghua was very lost in thought.
The drizzle under the eaves was like a curtain, so she seemed to have really turned into a woman waiting behind the curtain for the return of someone who left.
But she was the one who left, and she was the one who was waiting.
Li Qinghua lowered her head and looked at her own image reflected in the puddle where a certain stone slab was dented under the steps.
She has walked a long way, coming all the way from Nanyi City, passing through Moque, crossing Baihe, and arriving in the fake capital of Huangliang.
So this girl, who had always been soft and frail, looked a little haggard.
Li Qinghua watched quietly, and then laughed.
She has collected many stories.
When Zhang Xiaoyu comes to see her, she can slowly talk to him.
So the haggardness was also unfolded in that smile, like a touch of moonlight.
There was no moonlight in the puddle, but there were many lights.
It's like there are many small red flowers blooming on the ground.
Li Qinghua raised her head, and the April drizzle was slowly subsided.
The bag slung on the side looked a little deflated.
The bamboo hat that was originally used to keep out the rain had already been taken away by the river flowing with light clouds when it was in Baihe.
Fortunately, there hasn't been much rain in the rainy land of Huangliang recently, so Li Qinghua didn't buy another one.
It wasn't until we arrived in this fake capital that it began to rain lightly, which forced this woman, who had originally planned to take a tour of the southern capital, to hide under the eaves.
Li Qinghua looked up at the world.
Holiday City seems to be much more lively than Nanyi City, and it also seems to be much quieter.
The woman in the blue and white skirt thought for a long time before she remembered that a voice was missing.
The kind of sound that exists in Nanyi City, playing mahjong day and night.
If this is Nanyi City.
Li Qinghua pulled the bundle in front of her and leaned against the wall behind her, thinking with gentle but radiant eyes.
If this is Nanyi City.
Then that Sword Sect disciple must be wandering on the street with Su Guang at this time. When he wants to play cards, he is not afraid of the rain.
So I walked around laughing in the drizzle, saying hello to those familiar card players, and then I found a noodle shop to eat a bowl of noodles sprinkled with green onions, and then I started looking for a certain card shop and went in to play all night.
Li Qinghua didn't know how to play cards before, which was a very rare thing in Nanyi City.
Sometimes when she saw Zhang Xiaoyu by chance, she would go to the poker hall with him and sit there, and gradually she got the hang of it.
Her cards are neither good nor bad.
This is a pity.
If she plays her cards well, she can definitely help Zhang Xiaoyu win back a lot of money.
If she plays bad cards and looks cute and stupid, it may be very heartwarming.
But she had neither.
So the mean becomes mediocrity.
This is a rare regret for Li Qinghua.
While Li Qinghua was thinking, she looked at the people holding umbrellas and walking through the rain on the street.
The scenery in Huangliang is really different.
Not only are the green mountains more beautiful, but also the people's clothing and customs are different.
Although Nanyi City is the southernmost city in Huai'an, due to the existence of the large swamp, people rarely see any real Huangliang people.
But it's different here.
Li Qinghua thought very childishly and in amazement.
Zhang Xiaoyu, look, everyone here is from Huangliang!
If Zhang Xiaoyu were here, he would definitely feel that she was stupid, and then turned around and said - Huangliang must be all Huangliang people, otherwise could they be Luming people?
Of course Li Qinghua is not stupid.
It's just that sometimes, she wants to show something very endearing in front of her sweetheart.
Just like sometimes she pretends to be a mess at her cards.
But people like Zhang Xiaoyu can naturally tell it at a glance.
Whether it's playing cards or acting stupid.
Zhang Xiaoyu is a disciple of a certain grand temple in the north, and also a disciple of the sword sect in the city.
Regardless of his status, he is a young man praised by the world.
Of course Li Qinghua knew these things.
Zhang Xiaoyu usually plays cards and laughs, but sometimes when she drags Zhang Xiaoyu to walk in some quiet alleys of Nanyi City, Zhang Xiaoyu will sigh and sometimes be in a daze, just like a lost person. Like a wild dog at home, I squatted on a certain step, looked at the sky with great melancholy, and then said to Li Qinghua - If only I was really just a person addicted to playing cards.
That was the only time Li Qinghua could touch Zhang Xiaoyu's head.
But Li Qinghua didn't like this kind of picture, because Zhang Xiaoyu looked so sad and sad.
She preferred that when she went to touch Zhang Xiaoyu's head, the young man in white shook off her hand, stood up gracefully, and continued to walk unsteadily in the alley while talking with a smile.
Of course people like me want to leave their names in human history!
When Li Qinghua thought of this, the gentle light in her eyes came alive.
Yes, of course people like Zhang Xiaoyu are brilliant.
He is just a small blue flower, trembling at his feet in the wind that lifts his white clothes.
Maybe shake your own seed.
Maybe shake your own joy.
Li Qinghua held her baggage, tilting her head and thinking with a smile.
This is also very good!
So even the slanting raindrops in front of me, which clearly makes people sad, became endearing.
Li Qinghua leaned against the wall, quietly watching the rain slowly disappear into the night.
The light from the lamps that was dyed on the raindrops was deposited in the puddles on the stone slabs underfoot.
Li Qinghua raised her hand and stretched out towards the eaves. There was no rain anymore, but the wind, dampness and coldness of April were blowing on the busy long street.
"Crack."
Li Qinghua walked into the long street of the fake capital at night.
Huangliang people's robes always seem to be so loose. This made Li Qinghua walking on the street feel as if they would wear clothes at any time and start dancing to the gods at those solemn sacrifices.
But actually this is a very old thing.
It's just that in Li Qinghua's self-imagination of the other side of Daze, they all seemed to look like this.
Li Qinghua imagined that scene, holding the baggage and smiling gently.
If it were anyone else, this kind of smile would definitely be very public.
But Li Qinghua is a soft person.
So even when I think about that kind of weird and fun scene, my smile is gentle.
Li Qinghua smiled and walked casually along the long street.
The wind is wet, water is dripping from the corners of the eaves, and people holding umbrellas are walking in a hurry without realizing that the rain has stopped, so the streets are filled with the sound of pattering - if the years have a sound, then it must be the people hiding in the street. The sound of hurried walking in the rain.
Li Qinghua looked at this scene with a smile, and suddenly felt very sorry.
It would be great if Zhang Xiaoyu was here.
Such a hurried but peaceful scene might make him feel less melancholy.
Li Qinghua walked minding his own business, and then came to the Liuhe River.
This long river, which is much gentler than the Nanyi River, is said to flow from the palace.
There are weeping willows along the river, white walls with green eaves hanging with lanterns, and narrow stone-paved paths under the walls that go along the river.
If it is drizzling, the light of those dimly lit lanterns in such a hazy scene must be very beautiful.
Li Qinghua thought so.
Maybe it's because he grew up in Nanyi City.
Li Qinghua also likes that kind of passionate things.
Soft people certainly don’t just like soft things.
The blue and white flowers are cute, but the red flowers are also approachable.
Li Qinghua walked quietly under the alley wall along the river.
Sometimes there will be a small boat in the river carrying the sound of oars.
Li Qinghua quietly watched the boats go away, perhaps thinking of those boats on the Nanyi River again.
It's already very far away.
Li Qinghua smiled softly.
Then the laughter stopped abruptly, and the lithe woman looked ahead in panic.
Ahead, in those nights, all the charming and painful dark nights.
The once beautiful person pounced over in the twisted night, full of pain.
All good things.
Always easy to be torn apart in the night.
...
"March has passed." Yao Ji walked down the long street with her hands behind her back, looking up at the prosperous lights that lit up the night, and whispered to herself, "So what should your name be?"
"Is Liu Siyue no longer gentle and loving?"
Yao Ji lowered her head and stopped by a puddle where a girl wearing a blue and white dress had been.
The world in the water is very lively.
only.
Yao Ji, Yao Ji.
"Why would you want to see such a cruel story?"
Like a little girl who had done something wrong in her life, Yao Ji hugged her knees and squatted down beside the brightly lit puddle.
She said very gently and guiltily: "But how could I do it on purpose?"
...
It was the night of April 3rd in the year 103 of the Gale Calendar.
Among those stories related to Nanyi City.
Some people, whose life or death was unknown, were sent to a certain mountain by a small boat.
Some people wander around the world without knowing where they are going.
Someone was dressed in white with blood, heading north.
Some people also went to Huangliang and got caught in a painful rain.
.....
Somewhere in the plains beyond Shanyue City.
There are green mountains lying quietly in the distance, a long river running far away, a low wind and smoke, and a sparse morning light.
Nearby is a river of thin wild flowers blooming beside the road with morning dew.
The little Taoist boy with pigtails and eyes covered held the Taoist's hand and walked slowly on the path.
Perhaps such a boring walk was too boring, so the little Taoist boy looked at the Taoist's calm back in the faint light coming from the cloth strips, and then said softly: "Master, are you really called Bu Suanzi? "
Bu Suanzi said calmly: "No."
"Then what's your name?"
Bu Suanzi seemed to be silent for a while, and then said softly: "My name has not been used for a long time."
"Why?" Xiaodaotong Wang Xiaohua seemed a little confused.
Bu Suanzi said softly: "Because that name contains blood, betrayal, and painful past."
Wang Xiaohua held the Taoist's hand and tilted her head to listen. She felt that those words seemed very heavy, so she shook the Taoist's hand hard.
This may be comforting.
The Taoist was silent for a while, then said softly: "My name is Xie Chaoyu."
"Is it a trick to attract Feng Er?" Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.
The Taoist said softly: "It's a morning when the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."
Wang Xiaohua, who grew up under the Qingshan Mountains, could not understand which Chinese character it was.
But she nodded anyway.
There is no need to ask about the word rain, she already knows it.
Then it seemed that it was really raining, and those tiny raindrops fell on Wang Xiaohua's head - because the little braid of the fortune teller, who was known to know everything in the world, was tied too tightly, a thin strip was exposed on the top of the little Taoist boy's head. white seam.
So the coolness is very clear.
"It's raining."
The little Taoist thought it was very strange.
Just now she was talking about morning rain, and then it really started raining, so she seemed to know which morning it was.
It's early morning.
Bu Suanzi stopped and seemed to be looking at the flowers and plants in the plain ahead.
"Yes." Bu Suanzi said softly, "I'll go find you an umbrella."
Wang Xiaohua felt Bu Suanzi's hand loosen, and then walked forward.
"Are there any umbrellas around here?"
Wang Xiaohua didn't know where Bu Suanzi had gone, so she shouted loudly.
"some."
Bu Suanzi answered very calmly, and it sounded like he was not far away, so Wang Xiaohua calmed down and squatted down by the roadside, covering her head.
What color are those flowers?
Wang Xiaohua thought, she couldn't see, but she could smell the faint fragrance of flowers beside the road.
Is it Daisy?
But daisies should also come in many colors.
Wang Xiaohua covered her head and thought boredly.
Then I heard Bu Suanzi's voice coming very calmly from not far away.
"Why do you bring two umbrellas?"
Then another voice that sounded very young and gentle said: "Because I think it's going to rain."
Wang Xiaohua thought to herself, it's going to rain, what does it have to do with bringing two umbrellas?
She wanted to ask, but she was a little afraid of strangers, so she covered her head and squatted there quietly.
The raindrops were still falling slowly, and it was very cold.
I won't catch a cold.
The voice over there continued, it was the young voice that continued to speak.
"And I thought I might run into you, so I brought two umbrellas."
So that's it.
Wang Xiaohua nodded and was a little curious. How did he know he would meet us?
Wang Xiaohua hoped that Bu Suanzi would ask, but Bu Suanzi did not ask. He just said calmly: "I thought you would never bring an umbrella regardless of whether it rains or not."
The conversation up to this point is still very ordinary.
But when the next words of the young and gentle voice came over, Wang Xiaohua couldn't understand them.
"A person like me who adapts to all things naturally doesn't know how to hold an umbrella, so these two umbrellas are brought to you."
There seemed to be some rustling sounds in the distance.
Maybe it was Bu Suanzi who took the two umbrellas from that person.
Wang Xiaohua felt that the rain seemed to be getting heavier, but Bu Suanzi still seemed to have no intention of coming back, because she did not hear the footsteps.
But the two of them didn't seem to say anything anymore. Maybe they were staying in relative silence, guessing each other's intentions.
After a long time, the young voice laughed and walked towards Wang Xiaohua.
Wang Xiaohua very cautiously moved to the side where the flowers were scented, but she still couldn't avoid being touched on the head by the man.
This guy is so annoying.
Wang Xiaohua was thinking this, but she heard him talking while walking.
"When will you calculate your final three-foot destiny?"
Bu Suanzi said calmly: "I don't know."
"That's a shame."
The man seemed to have gone away.
Then Wang Xiaohua heard the sound of Bu Suanzi coming back and stopped beside Wang Xiaohua.
Then Wang Xiaohua heard the sound of rain hitting the umbrella.
Bu Suanzi put the open umbrella into Wang Xiaohua's hand, then took her other hand and continued to walk forward.
Wang Xiaohua walked for a while, and suddenly realized that she only heard the sound of an umbrella being held by the rain. She raised her head and asked, "Master, didn't you hold an umbrella?"
Bu Suanzi said calmly: "I don't hold an umbrella either."
"Then why did he bring two umbrellas?"
Wang Xiaohua was very puzzled.
Bu Suanzi was silent for a while and said softly: "Because he wants to know whether I am an umbrella-holder or a non-umbrella-holder now."
Wang Xiaohua's head was a little confused.
"Then the master should be someone who doesn't hold an umbrella like him?"
Bu Suanzi said calmly: "I can also be the umbrella bearer."
"oh."
In fact, Wang Xiaohua still didn't understand.
The two walked on the road for a while, and the rain stopped not long after.
Wang Xiaohua still held an umbrella because she thought she might really catch a cold.
Then she remembered what the man said before leaving.
"Master."
"Um."
"What is destiny?"
Bu Suanzi stopped, maybe looking at the world quietly, maybe looking at Wang Xiaohua.
Wang Xiaohua didn't know. But in this hazy feeling, she seemed to understand something.
Is this something where anything is possible?
Then she heard Bu Suanzi say softly: "Destiny is that when you go out, you feel a little chilly. You look up at the sky and think it will rain today, but you hesitate to take an umbrella with you because you are only going out for a short time. The rain might fall on the way, or it might rain after we come back."
Wang Xiaohua understood this time. Maybe it was because of her feelings just now, or maybe it was because Bu Suanzi's words were very easy to understand this time.
"Then I will definitely go out with an umbrella." Wang Xiaohua said, "In this case, isn't fate something that is easy to see clearly?"
Bu Suanzi chuckled, holding Wang Xiaohua's hand and continuing to walk forward in the plains after the rain stopped.
"Yes, if you bring an umbrella, you won't be afraid of rain, but..."
"Maybe it's not necessarily raining?"
...
Volume One: The Man Under the Umbrella.
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