small rivers and lakes

During the Qingming Festival, there was a lot of drizzle, and the clouds and mist on the mountain of Bugui, in the distant mountains, a horse and a donkey slowly came, Le Wuyou rode the donkey upside down, with a straw in his mouth, lying on his back on the donkey's back, A broken bamboo hat covered his face.

After a while, a muffled voice came from under the bamboo hat: "A Jue, do you really think there are ghosts?"

"Huh?" Zhong Yi turned to look at him, "Why did you think of this?"

The light rain has stopped, and only occasionally thin water droplets fall on the shoulders. Le Wuyou took off the bamboo hat, looked at the damp sky above his head, and murmured: "I am dead and resurrected to avenge my revenge, but my parents ...Why don't you entrust me with a dream?"

Zhong Yi laughed: "Maybe it's all entrusted to me."

"Really?"

"When did I lie to you?"

Le Wuyou pursed her lips: "You lied to me like eating."

Zhong Yi never expected that he had such an image, and was shocked: "Ayou, you have to be reasonable. I put all my heart on you, how could I lie to you?"

"You still don't admit it?" Le Wuyou snorted coldly, "What did you tell me last night?" His voice changed, and he imitated it vividly, "I just hugged and didn't do anything... Heh, who is that? Hugging and hugging, I started to move my hands and feet, and then what did I say? Just dawdling outside, not going in... Heh, what is it that dawdlingly goes in? Cucumber?"

"..." Zhong Yi blinked her eyes, tongue-tied.

Le Wuyou glanced at him: "Where's your chattering beak?"

"The bird feels wronged."

Le Wuyou couldn't hold back immediately, and scolded with a smile: "I was tortured by you all night without being wronged, but you are the first to be wronged?"

Zhong Yi said sternly: "I am naturally wronged. What happened last night can't just be based on who made the move first, it should be comprehensively analyzed from the beginning, middle and end. Ayou, think about it carefully. The whole process was full of fear. Who is the sweaty one? Who is the one who is so happy that he doesn’t know the heaven and the earth? I’m so tired that I’m out of breath, dizzy and dizzy, and I still have to fight to serve you. The thinner you are."

Le Wuyou gasped, and said angrily, "I've lived for 27 years, but I've never seen such a brazen person!"

"What nonsense?" Zhong Yi said, "Is it the first day you met me?"

"Okay, okay!" Le Wuyou laughed so angrily, gearing up, "Since you have been wronged so much, I would like to see if someone's square inch of land is getting fatter and fatter. Until it can bloom flowers!"

The corners of Zhong Yi's lips raised involuntarily, she turned her head to look at him, stroked her temple hair coquettishly, and winked like silk: "See if I'm not exhausting you to death."

Le Wuyou let out a chuckle: "I'm not going to take the bait, you scheming little bastard, maybe there will be some shameless tricks waiting for me, I won't let you succeed!"

Zhong Yi laughed loudly, sitting on the horse's back and swaying her body as the horse walked, she narrowed her eyes and looked at this man obsessively, her face was full of bright smiles that couldn't be contained.

Le Wuyou hummed: "What are you looking at? What are you holding back?"

"You don't even want to see it? Ayou is so stingy!" Zhong Yi lay down on the horse's neck, resting his chin on one hand, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of words: I just want to see!I still have to concentrate on watching!Watch intently!Look at it dreamily!

So Le Wuyou put the broken bamboo hat on his face.

"Hey……"

A triumphant voice came from under the bamboo hat: "If you have the ability, just keep watching."

Why don't you show such a pretty face?Zhong Yi muttered depressingly, pinched his fingers, ready to blow away his bamboo hat with a strong wind, but suddenly let go of his hand, and laughed: "Ayou even looks better than other people's bamboo hats..."

"..." Le Wuyou choked, thinking that I'm really fucking convinced!

Just after a spring rain, the grass and trees on the mountain are green. There is no trace of the wildfire 25 years ago, and even the blood of the abandoned wind valley ten years ago has disappeared. In the silent mountain forest, these wild and wild Plants are the real masters.

The two wandered around the forest for more than half an hour, and indeed they saw two large trees with luxuriant branches and leaves in a valley. As Le Qishu described, the two trees were several feet apart, each towering, but the separated trunks But they hug each other in the middle, and the roots exposed on the ground are also entangled with each other, as if life and death depend on each other.

Under the big tree, there is a low tomb without a tombstone, and green grass grows by itself.

Le Wuyou knelt down in front of the grave, raised his hand and pulled up the grass in front of him, revealing a small altar, on which several plates were crookedly carved, which seemed to hold vegetables, rice and fruits, and beside it was carved a The large wine jar occupies almost half of the altar.

"It's really like Aunt Le's style," Zhong Yi laughed, knelt down beside him, looked at the altar and said with a smile, "Knowing that I can't often come to sacrifice, I simply carved the sacrifices directly on the altar. Wait for the father-in-law and mother-in-law to pick it up."

Le Wuyou corrected: "It's my aunt."

"Okay, okay, it's the old man." Zhong Yi untied the burden, took out the five offerings of Mount Tai and placed them on the altar one by one, lit three sticks of incense, respectfully inserted them into the incense burner, and kowtowed three times.

Le Wuyou also kowtowed three times, looked up, looked at the overgrown tomb, and said with a soft smile: "Father, mother, my son is not filial, and I only came to see the elder today."

The spring breeze blew, the branches and leaves swayed, and fine water droplets fell on the shoulders of the two.

"You heard me..." Le Wuyou's eyes were a little watery, and he smiled, "I have lived a good life these years, I have enough food and clothing, and I also begged a bad-mouthed woman to live in peace, I have never been bullied, Aunt Le hurt me so much, so I called her mother, according to her meaning, she asked me to change my name to recognize my ancestors, but I think, the ancestors naturally recognize them, so the name will not be changed Come on, Feng Wuyou always sounds a little less interesting than Le Wuyou... Ouch!"

Zhong Yi stretched out her hand to pinch him, and lowered her voice: "How do you talk?"

"The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes don't care about trivial matters," Le Wuyou said seriously, "Father and mother don't care about it."

Zhong Yi smiled and pointed to the big tree beside the grave: "If I were your parents, I would whip you with branches right now."

The two looked at the top of the tree together, only to see that the branches and leaves of two towering trees were entangled, and they were not moving.

Le Wuyou laughed loudly: "I knew they wouldn't care about it. Back then, as soon as Dad entered the Central Plains, he picked nine sects in a row, beating the whole Wulin to the point where no one dared to speak. Mother even ran away from marriage after receiving the dowry. With courage, how many people can match it?"

Before the words were finished, a gust of wind was heard, the leaves swayed, and the water droplets hanging on the edge of the leaves crackled down, like a storm, and Le Wuyou was instantly stunned.

A leaf floated down and landed on top of his head, and the breeze blew by, making it extremely desolate.

Zhong Yi was in awe, and immediately prostrated himself on the ground with a big gift, saluted, and said loudly: "My aunt, please accept my child's worship!"

Le Wuyou cried and said with a mournful face: "Father! Mother! You really love your son!"

The two burned some paper money in front of the grave, and before they left, they cleared away the messy grass and rounded up the grave. Zhong Yi picked a rock nearby, split it with a sword, cut out the shape of the tombstone, and used the sword as a substitute for writing. It is written on the tomb of Feng Qiwu and Chang Xiangsi together, signed as Erle Wuyou and Zhonglijue.

After kowtowing a few more times, the two turned around and walked down the mountain slowly, with the breeze behind them, the branches and leaves swaying and making rustling noises.

Mountain of No Return is located on the edge of Jiangcheng, Le Wuyou looked at Zhong Yi: "Do you want to go to the city to see?"

Zhong Yi smiled and said: "It's nothing to do anyway, it would be interesting to revisit the old place."

The two strolled into the city gate, and they hadn't seen each other for several months. This small city that lived on the banks of the river was still lively and peaceful.

Horseshoes leisurely stepped on the bluestone road, pattering past the bustling streets, the smell of wine filled the air, and the woman leaning at the door of the restaurant half covered her fan, looking curiously at the two outstanding men.

Le Wuyou turned his head back, and smiled at the woman. Before he could express his coquettishness, Zhong Yi bounced a gust of wind and hit the brim of his hat.

The broken bamboo hat tilted, immediately blocked his smiling face, grabbed the bamboo hat angrily, and glared at Zhong Yi: "The old man just smelled the aroma of her wine and wanted to ask for a glass of thin wine, what kind of vinegar are you drinking?" ..."

The voice stopped abruptly, only to see Zhong Yi's phoenix eyes lightly raised like cut autumn water, eyebrows flying and smiling like spring mountains, the corners of her lips raised as if she had been spoiled for years, and she was drunk in an instant.

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound of horseshoes from behind, and several servants rushed over, shouting loudly: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The two of them retreated to the side of the road together with the pedestrians and gave way to the spacious street. They saw a large group of Jianghu people in fresh clothes and angry horses roaring past. They couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Which sect are these disciples, the momentum is so loud..."

"Aren't you two locals?" A person next to him said, "You don't even know the famous Zhao Erzhuang and Zhao Daxia? Tianhumen is the number one sect in Jiangcheng!"

"Zhao Erzhuang?" Zhong Yi was taken aback, "When did Jiangcheng have such a person?" While speaking, he saw that Zhao Daxia had led his people into a majestic house, staring at the plaque on the plaque. After reading the big characters for a while, he asked suspiciously, "Isn't this the Chiyanmen?"

"Hey, where is the Chiyan Sect? It has been destroyed long ago," said the humane, "Young man, the Chiyan Sect is not a good thing. He followed the martial arts scum An Guangsha and committed a big crime. The whole Jiangcheng I know, he suffered retribution, alas, don’t mention it again in the future..."

Le Wuyou thought it was funny, and murmured softly: "The scum of martial arts, An Guangsha..."

"An Guangsha, the scum of the martial arts, has him all over the place, and his parents are screaming in the middle of the night, it's better to give birth to a big pumpkin! Hahaha..." A group of children chased each other and ran past. As he ran, he was thrown down by his companions behind him, and he was pressed to the ground laughing and laughing.

"Children are always so innocent," Zhong Yi shook his head, looked up at the Tianhumen not far away, and said with a wry smile, "It's even said to revisit the old place, our old place is gone."

"The land is gone, but the people are there." Le Wuyou also looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar place together, and suddenly smiled, "There is a sentence that I seem to have never said."

"what?"

Le Wuyou leisurely rode upside down on the donkey's back, turned to look at him, his starry eyes curved like stars, and said calmly: "Ah Jue, I'm back."

Zhong Yi's heart trembled, she bit her lower lip hard, she wanted to laugh, but her tears fell first, and she murmured like crying and laughing: "...I finally waited for you."

The author has something to say: =============================================================================================================== =======================

①The next article is about the online game Jiansan, about the supporting role of Huangfu Gousheng in "Our Jianghu", a story about a retired old commander who was eating and waiting to die, being eaten up and wiped out by a sharp rival. figure. (Come on, Slag Gong, please go over there to die, and leave the leftovers for the little wolf dog to come.)

The pit was opened in the middle and late August.

②The personal diary has been entrusted to the originating station studio to make it, and it will be publicized on Weibo at that time, and everyone is welcome to pay attention.

③Thank you for your support all the way. As I get older, the troubles of the three-dimensional dimension are increasing day by day. I don’t know how many years I can write. There are so many things I want to write, but so little time. Keep writing until the day when you can no longer touch the keyboard or see the screen clearly.