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It is the April day in the world, the small town in the south of the Yangtze River is misty and rainy, and passers-by in twos and threes walk on the bluestone slabs.

In the depths of the old alley, a man with a dark blue straight train stood at the head of the alley, under the canopy of the gate, looking at the old alley in the drizzle.

There are no such rainy alleys in my distant hometown, but there are tall buildings and mansions in my hometown, and there are no wine pavilions and pavilions in my hometown, but there are only heavy traffic. Everything here seems to be tailor-made for poets, but unfortunately, I am not a poet .

Thinking of Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane, Chu Xiaoyu looked at the poetic Rain Lane, and laughed at himself. There is no melancholy girl in the poem here, only a man who misses his homeland. It's a woman.

Traveling to another world for thirteen years, I don't know how the parents who raised their daughter in Shenxi for 18 years are doing now, many things have been forgotten in the passing years, only the parents still can't let go.

Thinking about it, Chu Xiaoyu's footsteps had already moved into the alley, and the drizzle wet his clothes.

It is said that spring rain is as expensive as oil, Chu Xiaoyu stretched out his hand, and followed this little spring rain, the sky here, the rain here, there should be no smog.

He raised his head and looked up at the cloud that was falling in the spring rain, and an oil-paper umbrella suddenly covered it.

"Husband, why are you standing under the rain like a child?"

Chu Xiaoyu turned his head, and there was a young woman with bright eyes and white teeth standing behind her, holding the goose yellow oil-paper umbrella on her arm.

"Bo An, are you out too?"

The young woman raised her umbrella a little higher, and patted Chu Xiaoyu's shoulders softly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought I came out to take a look, and I saw you standing in the rain."

"Although it's not early spring, the rain is precious. No, I'll come out and feel it." Chu Xiaoyu's previous melancholy seemed to melt away after seeing this young woman, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't it? It's early spring now." The young woman also raised her lips, and said in a calm tone, "Three or four days have passed since late spring, and tomorrow will be Qingming."

Chu Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly, and the mustache on his upper lip was also dancing, which looked extremely funny.

The young woman looked at Chu Xiaoyu, with a smile on her indifferent face. Chu Xiaoyu covered her mustache. Ever since she grew a beard, she always stared at her mustache and laughed.

"Hey, I've said it all, let our son abolish the law of growing beards, but you just don't listen."

Chu Xiaoyu touched the extra fluff on his bald face, and felt very depressed. It has been 13 years since she was a woman in her previous life, and she is used to being a man, but this method of growing a beard is still the same I can't accept it.

"Okay, don't complain." The young woman held her umbrella and walked back to the yard, "Chen'er is steaming Qingming dumplings, let's go and have a look."

"Okay." Chu Xiaoyu followed the young woman to the quaint courtyard. There was also a peach tree in the courtyard. It was planted by Chu Xiaoyu himself when he first came to Jiangnan, and now it is full of pale pink peach blossoms.

"I'm afraid this flower is about to fall." Chu Xiaoyu stopped and looked at the peach tree.

"April is the end of the world. Before April is over, the peach blossoms should be thanked." The young woman's eyes also fell on the flower. Who would have thought that she would suddenly pass the throne to her youngest son, who had disappeared since then? Chu Boan, the empress of China, will now live in a small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.

Chu Bo'an put away the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the kitchen, followed by Chu Xiaoyu.

"Chen'er, it's finished steaming?" Chu Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to lift the lid of the pot. Chu Bo'an's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, and he slapped the back of Chu Xiaoyu's hand.

"It's not good yet." Chu Qichen also hurriedly stood up, pressed the lid of the pot, turned his head and shouted to Chu Bo'an who was behind him, "Mother, look at Daddy..."

When Chu Xiaoyu saw his daughter complaining, he quickly stepped aside, "My lady, when will this steam be ready?"

"About another quarter of an hour." Chu Bo'an looked at the father and daughter with a smile on his lips.

"Then let's go to the lobby and wait." Chu Xiaoyu took Chu Bo'an's hand, went out, walked to the door, turned his head and shouted to Chu Qichen who was burning the fire inside: "My dear girl, the steaming is done. We carry it over."

Chu Qichen looked angrily at his father who pulled his mother away, wiped his sweaty face, and lit the fire by himself, while his parents were playing at the same time, is there anyone who treats a child like this?

"It's ripe later, you go and bring it back, and be careful not to burn her." Chu Bo'an was still a little worried, and pushed Chu Xiaoyu's shoulder.

"She is twelve years old, she is not young, and her martial arts are so high. I am afraid that no one in a hundred miles can beat her. How can she be troubled by a hot pot?" Chu Xiaoyu sat on the stool and held Chu Boan Pulling it to his lap, wrapping his arms around him, he said.

Chu Xiaoyu looked at Chu Boan, who was just over [-] years old, and smelled the fragrance of her hair. Although he missed his homeland, there was no Chu Boan in that hometown, and without her...how could he live on.

"Father, mother, there is a priest at the door."

"Let's go out and have a look." Chu Xiaoyu let go of Chu Bo'an's arm, and Chu Bo'an stood up quickly.

At the gate of the courtyard, Chu Qichen was holding freshly baked Qingming dumplings, and was talking to the priest. Seeing his father and mother coming out, he immediately ran to Chu Xiaoyu, pointing at the Taoist priest, "Father, it seems that you are looking for your."

"Looking for me?" Chu Xiaoyu asked in surprise, why didn't he remember when he met a Taoist priest.

Chu Xiaoyu walked up to the Taoist priest and asked suspiciously, "Do you know me?"

The Taoist priest with a gray beard and a navy blue Taoist robe looked at Chu Xiaoyu and shook his head slightly, "I don't know him."

"Since I don't know each other, why are you looking for me?" Chu Xiaoyu felt puzzled for a while, and out of politeness, he had to accept him.

"Do you want to go home?" The Taoist shook the dust in his hand and smiled.

"Go home?" Chu Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly sank, and then he said, "Isn't this my home?"

"You know, I'm not talking about here." The Taoist priest looked at Chu Xiaoyu with piercing eyes.

"Tang Taizong——" Chu Xiaoyu called out tentatively.

"Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty."

Shock was written all over Chu Xiaoyu's face, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He held Chu Bo'an's hand tightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who the hell are you?"

"Poverty Daoist Yuan Tiangang." The Taoist priest shook off the floating dust, and seeing that Chu Xiaoyu seemed to believe it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yuan Tiangang?" Hearing the familiar name, Chu Xiaoyu searched carefully in his mind. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that in the early Tang Dynasty, there seemed to be a person who was proficient in physiognomy, and his name seemed to be Yuan Tiangang.

"Can you take me back?"

"It should be asked, are you willing to go back?" Yuan Tiangang turned his head and glanced at Chu Boan next to him with a little deep meaning.

"I won't go back." Realizing what Yuan Tiangang meant, Chu Xiaoyu immediately refused, and hugged Chu Bo'an next to him tightly, as if he was afraid of being snatched away. Although he missed his hometown, those After all, prosperity is not as good as the people in your arms.

"You can take away the woman beside you." Yuan Tiangang stroked his beard with a smile.

"Really—really?" Chu Xiaoyu asked incredulously, if he could take her away, why not take her home by himself.

"Of course it is true." Yuan Tiangang replied without hesitation.

Chu Xiaoyu lowered his head, looked at the person in his arms, and still couldn't make up his mind, what if Chu Bo'an didn't want to go, what if she couldn't adapt.

"Can you allow me to think about it?" Chu Xiaoyu's heart had already been shaken, but he couldn't ignore his lover's thoughts.

"You have to think about it. Once you go back, you will never come back." Yuan Tiangang looked at Chu Xiaoyu who was wavering in his mind.

"Hmm." Chu Xiaoyu responded lightly, then smiled, "Master Daoist, it's Qingming Festival, why don't you go inside and have a cup of hot tea?"

"No need." Yuan Tiangang turned around after saying that, and walked into the drizzle alley again.

Chu Xiaoyu looked at Yuan Tiangang who was going away, his figure gradually blurred, and suddenly shouted: "Master Daoist, where can I find you then?"

"The concept of seclusion in the suburbs—"

The voice was still echoing in the rainy alley, but the person had disappeared. Chu Xiaoyu closed the door and held Chu Bo'an's hand. Chu Qichen ran up after him with the plate of Qingming dumplings.

"Daddy, who is that priest?" Chu Qichen asked curiously as the three sat down at the table.

"I don't know, I only know that he is very powerful," Chu Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to pinch a small green dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Father! Chopsticks!" Seeing Chu Xiaoyu grabbing, Chu Qichen exclaimed, "Mother, look at Daddy."

Chu Bo'an glanced at them helplessly, took out a pair of chopsticks, picked up a dumpling, and put it in Chu Xiaoyu's bowl, "If you want to go back, I will accompany you."

"No need, it's good to have you here." Chu Xiaoyu paused with his chopsticks, trying his best to hide the expression on his face.

When Chu Bo'an heard Chu Xiaoyu's refusal, he stopped talking and ate the dumpling silently.

The moon is the light in my hometown, and it has been raining for a few days. After finally clearing up, the moon finally came out. Chu Xiaoyu took a jug of wine, climbed up to the roof, and drank alone against the moon.

Chu Bo'an stood on the tile behind Chu Xiaoyu, quietly looking at the man drinking on the roof. This man clearly wanted to go back, but he usually pretended not to care.

"Now that Lang'er can be alone, and Chen'er is grown up, I can accompany you to see the world you grew up in." Chu Bo'an said in a low voice.

"My world?" Chu Xiaoyu laughed at himself, "Do you ever remember that I told you that I was a woman once."

"Well, I said so."

"I've been here for thirteen years, and I don't know whether the female body was taken away or whether she is dead. Even if I go back, how many people will know what she looks like now?" Chu Xiaoyu raised the phone in his hand. Wine jug, drinking the fragrant peach blossom wine.

"But you still want to go back, don't you?" Chu Bo'an sat beside Chu Xiaoyu and grabbed his flagon.

Without the jug in his hand, Chu Xiaoyu stretched out his arms and hugged Chu Boan tightly, kissing her forehead lightly, "Nothing can escape your eyes."

"Then do you want to go back?" Chu Boan leaned on Chu Xiaoyu, looked at his face, and asked.

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