Bajian Villa.
twenty years ago.
Shen Guhong and Li Huan agreed on the location.
Let's settle our grudges tomorrow, Shen Guhong thought to himself. She and I were born and died because of the word "love". However, the falling flowers are intentional and the water is unintentional. I can't promise you the glory you want. The chaos of the world is not what I have in mind. Xiang, but Huanmei, you are too obsessed with false excitement. I entrusted all the wealth of Bajian Villa to you, and only took away the "Wolf Sword" and the Tang fan you gave me when we first met. Seeing that this fan has never been disrespected by me, the fan is now on the road. (Tang Dynasty poet)'s poems are still clear:
Entering the forbidden palace with a precious fan,
The fragrant breeze moves under the flowers.
If you want to know how infinitely spring will hurt,
All without saying a word.
Huan'er, I, Shen Guhong, have traveled all over the world my whole life. I am as ambitious as an eagle. I am not a person who pursues fame and wealth like most men. And now that I am approaching old age, I have long since let go of your original choice. After all, if I were a woman, I might choose a man like him. But the world is hard and miserable, and people know what they see but don’t know what they know. I’m not surprised that you are in your current situation. I just hope that you will never look back and just move forward. Life is only a few autumns, so remember to cherish the present.
Naturally, Li Huan would not hear Shen Guhong's moonlit monologue. As a woman, Li Huan's monologue is a completely different story.
Mr. Shen, why didn't you accept that title in the first place? Are you the only one who is noble and awesome? Everyone in the world knows that when people go to higher places, water flows to lower places. Why are you like mud, wandering around like a stray dog with your unpromising brothers in the world? If it weren't for your choice, I might already be the wife of a Taiwei now. I also know the suffering in the world, but how big a wave can you, a common man, make? Alas, fate plays tricks on people.
August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival.
Shanxi, Yuehua Tower.
Shen Guhong had been waiting at the agreed place for a long time. With sixty taels of silver, he bought the largest private room on the top floor just because the window of this room could see the river where they first met.
a long time.
"You came."
"Um."
"It's windy and cold at night, have you ever caught a cold?"
"Wearing a fleece jacket."
"sit".
Li Huan: Do you still remember that riverside?
Shen Guhong: I still remember that poem.
Li Huan: How are you?
Shen Guhong: Not good, not bad.
Li Huan:. . . . . .
Shen Guhong: How are you?
Li Huan: ...good or bad.
Shen Guhong casually took out a box.
Shen Guhong: Here is the deed of the villa. I have sent away the old and young people in the villa. The remaining gold and silver are enough for your future life. All valuable things are sealed in the darkroom. You know the place.
Li Huan: Do you want to leave?
Shen Guhong: There is no reason to stay.
Li Huan: You haven’t changed at all.
Shen Guhong: You are the same, you are still so beautiful.
Li Huan: Huh, hey...
Shen Guhong: See you soon.
The fallen flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, but the flowing water buries the fallen flowers unintentionally. After that day, no one saw Shen Guhong again, and there was no more unrivaled opponent in the arena. Xuanyuan returned to the name of Shen Guhong, the owner of Wu Shengren's Bajian Villa. After that day, there was a charming middle-aged lady in Shanxi City. She stayed in Yuehua Building all day long, ordered a lot of wine and food, and was drunk every day. This woman was never seen again. She was supposed to be a couple of gods and immortals. The couple just disappeared into the sea of people. It was a pity that the "wolf knife" in Shen Guhong's hand also disappeared as the hero disappeared into the dust and smoke. According to legend, the wolf knife was drawn out in the dark night. The scabbard has the sound of a wolf howling, and its sound can tear open the passage to the underworld. The demons and monsters are all scared to death when they hear the sound of the knife. However, I heard that someone in Ningxia recently saw this knife reappearing in the world. I wonder if it will happen again in the world. What kind of bloody storm was set off.
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"Wow, sister Qiongyu, your storytelling skills are several times better than the storyteller in Dujuan Tower!"
"Hehe, it's not entirely a story. There are still many plots that were witnessed by people."
"But the sound of a wolf howling when the knife is unsheathed is a bit too exaggerated, isn't it?"
"Idiot, you really have never seen the world. My father has a green light sword. It really has an indigo cold light under the moonlight. Unfortunately, my father is careful and has no chance to show it."
"Okay, forgive me for being a kid from the mountains. Hehehe."
"Look at how stupid you are, hehe, by the way, I'll give this to you."
Ye Qiongyu conjured a folding fan from his arms and handed it to Qiu Shui.
Qiu Shui: Wow, this plot is so familiar, haha. Unfortunately, I am not Shen Gucheng, and you are not Li Huan.
Ye Qiongyu said resentfully: Huh, it's a pity that I don't like men who chase fame and wealth, and you are not Shen Gucheng.
Seeing that Ye Qiongyu was a little angry, Qiu Shui apologized quickly: "Okay, okay, giving this fan to me is like giving a sword to a grassroots bandit. I have wronged this good thing, okay?"
Ye Qiongyu curled his pink lips and said: Huh, that's pretty much it. You grass bandit is quite self-aware.
Qiu Shui: The poems and paintings here are also beautiful. I would say this is many times more advanced than Li Huan’s fan. Look at this poem:
The mountains and rivers are in a foreign land thirty thousand miles away,
The wind and the moon gather together in the same sky.
Don’t worry about having no friends in your future.
No one in the Ming Dynasty will know you.
Well, it's very beautiful. The last two sentences are borrowed from Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da". The language is simple and the style is heroic. This is the world, and one should be happy with his grudges. A man who loves his children is not a hero.
Ye Qiongyu: Damn, you are such a pig-headed person. Is this how you understand the things I gave you?
Qiu Shui wondered why this girl was angry again. I was praising her for her good stuff. Hey, women are so complicated. I kind of understand why old swordsman Shen left without saying goodbye.
"Okay, okay, I'm so grateful for the folding fan that the girl gave me, and I will carry it with me every day. Before I bathe, burn incense and change clothes, I kneel three times and kowtow, always thinking about the girl's generous friendship. How about this?"
"You smooth-talking idiot, I'm going home. Goodbye."
Ye Qiongyu turned around and left quickly, fearing that Qiu Shui would see the blush on her face. Qiu Shui thought to himself that the journey home from class was the happiest when he went to school every day. How wonderful it would be if such days could continue forever. Well, don't worry about the future without knowing anyone. No one will know you in the future. Isn’t this what I’m talking about, hahaha.
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"Black Knife? Isn't he dead?"
Ye Huancheng asked Yan Feng at the table in surprise. Yan Feng was Yan Mochou's real name, but only Ye Huancheng knew this name.
Yan Feng: Once a person dies, he can live as he pleases. And while he is alive, he may have countless troubles.
Ye Huancheng thought for a while: Oh, I think I understand what you mean. Are you saying that the armed fight in Yezhu Village was a good show directed and performed by this grandson?
Yan Feng: Smart, but it doesn't matter whether it's a black sword or a white sword. At best, it's just a speculative little thief. No matter how capable he is, he doesn't dare to touch that thing. What I'm confused about is who is the mastermind behind it? You and I both know that there is no way for ordinary people or thieves to sell this stuff. Who dares to take this hot potato?
Ye Huancheng: So this Shanxi traveling businessman is also one of them?
Yan Feng: Eighty percent of it refers to the trick of fighting here and there, and changing the civet cat for the prince. We escorts all know that, how can anyone dare to be so successful with a treasure in his pocket? The real thing has probably been concealed long ago.
Ye Huancheng: This matter is of great importance. Li Tou from the Criminal Department Yamen came to me yesterday to inquire about the truth. His expression was not very good.
Yan Feng: What's the use of coming to you if there are mistakes in their jobs? It's not your fault because you know so many people.
Ye Huancheng: Hey, lower your voice, why are you so tough at such an old age? You are not afraid of bad things, but afraid of not being good people. In such a lively place, do you know any naughty person who will turn around and complain to you? How can we end our anger with these little bastards?
Yan Feng: That’s true.
"Hey, that's your Qian Jingang walking downstairs. Is the academy finished so early?"
"Really? Come on, I have to go back and prepare dinner for the girl. This crazy girl has been crazy these past two days."
"Haha, I know the inside story, so I won't tell you..."
