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A ten-year dream of Yangzhou.

Nan Qing lay on the soft cushion, feeling the bumps of the carriages and horses, this poem suddenly floated up in her heart.

In fact, thinking about it, there is nothing to be emotional about.

Nan Qing tried her best to control her sinking mood, trying not to let herself recall those bad past events.

He stretched out his white and slender hand, raised the curtain of the car, looked at the green grass outside the car, occasionally shaking a few clusters of red, yellow or purple wild flowers, and his mood began to improve.

Here is already the grassland, the endless green grass seems to spread directly to the horizon, the endless hills undulate one after another not far away, the soft curves against the blue sky and white clouds, coupled with the gentle breeze Nan Qing sighed from the bottom of his heart, even though he was preoccupied, but somehow he was chased away by the front curtain, straddling the frame of the car and waving his whip. Hearing this, the servant of the horse thought that something had happened to the handsome young man behind him, so he hurriedly leaned back and shouted loudly, "Young master? Is there something wrong?", while throwing out the whip in his hand neatly, without dragging his feet.

"It's okay, don't worry." Nan Qing was stunned when he heard the words, and seemed to think of something, and replied faintly, then put down the raised curtain, leaned back on the couch behind him, and gently closed the curtain. eyes.The young servant sitting in front was very keen. He realized that the guest behind him had no intention of talking, so he closed his mouth obediently, raised his head and focused on the vast grassland in front of him, waved his hand lightly again, and swung the whip forward flexibly. The simple carriage drove forward with the sound of horseshoes and regular whips...

Nan Qing opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above her head, obviously she hadn't come out of the dream just now.In fact, it was not all a dream. Nan Qing vaguely remembered that he had indeed had such an experience. Around the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there seemed to be a business that required him to negotiate. The boy and a carriage set foot on this not very safe road.

At that time, it seemed that there were still many people watching the small business he started unintentionally. At first, he just saw the suffering of people's livelihood. Nan Qing couldn't bear it, so he started to crack down on profiteering without affecting those legitimate businessmen. For the purpose of the villain, he started a loss-making grain business. At first, he really planted willows carelessly. Who knows that if he didn’t pay attention, the willow trees would become shaded. His shop grew bigger and bigger, and he became the leader among them. With jealousy, the reputation of being a good man spread to other places. Even the imperial court heard about a young self-made businessman surnamed Nan in the Jiangnan area. With the existence of the fifth child, all the school-age women in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are vying to marry this legendary Nanda benevolent person. No matter how bad they are, they will be satisfied if they can catch a glimpse. After all, everyone says that the parents are handsome and handsome , just take a look, it's really the best thing to raise your eyes...

Nan Qing blinked, closed his eyelids heavily, and slowly opened them again, looking at the white and boring ceiling, thinking, if Song Li saw it, he would definitely say loudly, "Nan Qing, you The house is really ugly, who decorated it for you? There is no decoration at all, if you are not such a beauty, I almost think it is a hospital ward...Leave it to me, five days, no, Three days, three days is enough, three days is guaranteed to let you see a brand new home full of surprises and love!…”

Thinking about it, Nan Qing smiled unconsciously, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly remembered that he was just making unnecessary assumptions, so he closed his eyes and sighed, then opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and went to wash up.

In the mirror, there was a youthful and gentle face, with eyes that were still clear, looking straight at herself. Nan Qing looked at her, then lowered her head unconsciously, looking at her hands, which were still the same as before. , even after so many years, it is still smooth and tender. According to Song Xiaoli's words, "Look at this little face, stains, so smooth and tender, let me kiss Mrs. Song first, and this hand, it is so tender. , Nanqing, I'm afraid you're not a girl, you secretly pretended to be a man, so that you can go out and hook up with the young lady..."

Lost in thought again, Nan Qing closed his eyes annoyed, a sense of powerlessness suddenly hit his heart, he turned around, leaned on the sink, covered his slightly tired cheeks with his hands, blocking the deep emotions in his eyes.Just letting herself think wildly for a while, Nan Qing seemed to have finally figured out something, put down her hands, turned around and opened the door, and went out.

In the backlight, Nan Qing squinted his eyes and walked towards the bedroom. The light came through Nan Qing's not-so-thick pajamas, outlining his thin figure, but not weak. He entered the room, opened the closet casually, and saw He took a look, took a set of clothes that had already been matched, took off his pajamas and changed into them, put on a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and tidied up his disguise in front of the mirror. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he leaned over and pulled Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he took out a black notepad. With a flick of his slender fingers, the notepad disappeared into the air. Nan Qing turned around and, like a normal office worker, changed his shoes and went out, taking the subway to a place in the suburbs. The flower garden, that's where he worked recently. To be exact, Nan Qing has been busy here for almost the past three months. Today is about the last day. Looking at the advertisement on the screen outside, he roughly estimated the time. Thinking about it, he seemed to be able to relax completely. He secretly heaved a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and the image of Song Li smiling lightly facing the sun appeared in his mind again. It looks like a little sun, which can dispel the deepest and most sinister darkness, spread the sunlight in, then take root and sprout, and then grow rapidly, growing into a big tree called vitality, with luxuriant branches and leaves fluttering in the wind, not afraid of wind and rain .

"My beauty, I met you again today, it seems that today is another day of physical labor, hey!"

Nan Qing opened his eyes abruptly, of course there was nothing in front of him, he stared at the billboard outside the carriage again, and calmly replied to the lingering devil in his mind, "It's okay, I see you never Those who are afraid of these things, you and I have fought so many times, there is no shortage of this time, and I also said that I will not be able to find you until the poetry season, since you are not invited right now... let's wait and see."

The clear and cold voice came into Huake's ears, and there was a burst of heart-piercing laughter immediately, the ears of those who listened hurt, Nan Qing frowned slightly unconsciously, and then slowly loosened the twist Between the eyebrows, no longer pay attention to the flower shell that smiles into the heart...