If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

As An Le walked, the bamboo leaves made a soft sound when they were scraped, but the bamboo pole stood straight when she shook it.

The county magistrate followed behind, "Are you sure this is the residence of Shi Gui?"

"Yes." An Le said firmly.

"Oh?"

"He has always liked bamboo, and he once told me that if he plans to live in seclusion, he must find a good place full of bamboo."

The county magistrate said leisurely: "Love bamboo so much? It's really rare."

An Le's eyes darkened, "It's rare, and his talent is also rare. Unfortunately, Maxima is common, but Bole is rare."

"You know his talent, but you're not his Bole?"

An Le seemed a little sad, "It's just a confidant, who understands the state of mind but can't relieve its suffering."

The county magistrate was a little surprised, "You are actually close friends with Shi Gui?"

An Le said with a bitter smile: "My lord, you still underestimate me."

The county magistrate was noncommittal.

An Le looked at the sky, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

An Le tapped.

Still no response.

"Oh," An Le sighed, "Sir, either he's not here, or he doesn't want to see you, what should I do?"

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows and drew his sword neatly, "Get out of the way."

An Le said dryly: "How can I pay for the damage?"

"I have plenty of silver taels."

"..."

The county magistrate raised his voice deliberately, and there was movement inside.

When the landing, bumping and humming stopped completely, the wooden door in front of An Le finally creaked open.

Then he saw a cold but extremely beautiful face.

However, his thick dark circles and pale lips make him look like a middle-aged man who is not doing well. He is wearing black and gray shabby clothes, no coat, and his hair is scattered on his back. An Le looked at his hands, the bones were clearly visible, and the blue blood was also very obvious. From a distance, this young man looked thin and haggard.

The young man's eyes moved, and he stared at An Le for a while, "An Le?" He finally spoke.

An Le showed a smile uglier than crying, "Long time no see."

The young man straightened his waist, and the county magistrate standing behind An Le suddenly realized that this thin young man was not short.

"You actually came to find me?" The young man gave way.

An Le patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "I can't help myself."

The young man looked clear, "Understood."

After An Le entered the wooden house, the young man seemed to have just seen the county magistrate, "Who is this?"

"He is the one who came to find you. He is the magistrate of Ding'an County."

The young man had no manners, "Oh, come in if you want me to write a letter, or leave if you don't."

The county magistrate doesn't mind, "Poet ghost?"

The young man paused, and he looked into the eyes of the county magistrate for the first time. The county magistrate found that the eyes of this man were extremely bright and piercing on that pale and haggard face, "It's been a long time since anyone called me this title."

The county magistrate said: "How to call it?"

"No, I don't intend to entertain you anyway."

An Le came over to mediate, "My lord is asking for something."

The young man moved his eyes and glanced at An Le, "I didn't know you had a habit of doing things for others."

An Le shrugged.

The county magistrate said: "It's just a question."

The young man crossed his arms, "For An Le's sake, please tell me."

"Do you know where the sword ghost is?"

The young man raised his eyelids, "Sword ghost? What are you looking for?"

The county magistrate said: "It's a private matter."

The young man turned and entered the room, and the voice floated in the air, "It would be difficult to find him, but I can tell you for sure that the sword ghost is not in the Central Plains."

"Oh?"

"I'm done talking, please go back if you have nothing to do."

An Le said a few more words to the young man, and then prepared to take the county magistrate back.

The county magistrate did not leave, "I have another question to ask you."

The young man turned his head impatiently, "Say it quickly."

"Why are you dismissed?"

"What's with you?"

The county magistrate chuckled and said, "It is rumored that you are at the end of your talents?"

The young man raised his eyelids and said listlessly, "So what?"

"Dare to ask why?"

"Your Majesty the County Magistrate is really in a good mood. You have run out of talent to come to this kind of deep mountain just to find out why I am?"

The county magistrate laughed and said, "I have my own intentions."

The corner of the young man's mouth raised, "Then come in and talk."

After saying that, the young man turned his body to let the county magistrate also come in.

As soon as he entered the wooden house, the county magistrate said to An Le unceremoniously: "You go out first."

An Le had a look of disbelief, "It was so hard for you to get things done, and you just drove me away? My lord is really good-natured!"

The county magistrate said blankly, "I just let you stay at the door."

An Le sneered, and slammed the door shut.

The young man in the room said lazily, "This is the door of my house."

An Le: "..."

After entering the back room, the county magistrate could clearly smell the fragrance of tea.

The young man sat on a bamboo chair, picked up the tea on the bamboo table, and said slowly: "If you have anything to say, just talk about it."

The county magistrate said: "Why did you abandon the official?"

"Because I'm exhausted."

The county magistrate snorted coldly and said, "Do you think this official will believe it? How can such talents be exhausted overnight?"

The young man took a sip of tea unhurriedly, "So what if you don't believe me? I really have run out of talent."

The county magistrate also said nonchalantly: "Then how do you explain the poems and paintings on the table?"

The young man raised his eyelids, "What a good eye."

"I already knew that your talents were not yet exhausted, but I was just curious about what prompted you to resign from office and live in seclusion?"

The young man laughed contemptuously, accompanied by the rustling of bamboo leaves outside the window, which was surprisingly pleasant to hear, "The country today does not need a talent like me. Can a talent that is not needed be called exhausted? The king is just different from me. It’s just not collusion.”

The county magistrate was silent for a while, "How do you know that the sword ghost is not in the Central Plains?"

"As the four ghosts of the south of the Yangtze River, we naturally have ways to contact each other, even if it is a guy who doesn't fit in with the sword ghost. It's just that whether we respond depends on the mood of the other party."

The county magistrate disapproved and said, "It's really casual."

The young man said: "Compared to the four great talents and hypocrites in the capital, our four ghosts are much more open and unrestrained."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows, "The last question, what is the relationship between Anle and the four ghosts?"

The young man finally opened his half-closed eyes completely, "I think you have been inquiring about this news for a long time, right? But to no avail?"

The county magistrate nodded unabashedly.

The young man showed a playful smile, "What do you think he has to do with us?"

"At least it's not as simple as just acquaintances and old acquaintances."

"You guessed right. The relationship between An Le and the Four Ghosts is indeed not that simple. In other words, without him, there would be no Four Ghosts today."

The county magistrate showed a slightly surprised expression.

The young man brushed the hair that was scattered on his shoulders, and said slowly: "However, the Anle now is very different from the past, and has seldom contacted us. How ridiculous, without him as a pillar, the Four Ghosts It's like falling apart."

The county magistrate suddenly said, "Why are you telling me this?"

Qingqing smiled and said: "The four ghosts are all random guys. They talk about it when they are happy, and they don't talk about it when they are not. By the way, part of the reasons that made me dismiss from office and live in seclusion include An Le."

Then the county magistrate was kicked out immediately.

An Le sneered, "The conversation was pleasant, right?"

The magistrate was silent.

In fact, when the young man talked about "differences in the way do not conspire with each other", he had such a feeling.

"Why is this person so fond of bamboo?"

Facing the county magistrate's irrelevant answer, Anle said casually: "The body of the bamboo is tall and thin, the branches are proud of the snow, and the festivals are dry. There is a gentleman's arrogance that soars to the clouds, and he is not humbled by vulgarity."