Falling plum

◇Pick up ◆

He remembered Liu Wenqing's teaching of "a gentleman" when he was young, and glanced at the spotted eagle that was still lingering, hesitated for a moment, and shamelessly decided to choose to be a villain.

After destroying the letter paper and removing all traces, he bullied Ban Ying so violently that he didn't dare to come again, left Liu Wenqing's hut calmly, and rushed to Guanyin Hall.

Guanyin Temple is a Buddhist temple on Tinghua Ferry. Different from other temples, Guanyin Temple also blesses marriages when seeking children.In the courtyard of Guanyin Temple, there is a hundred-year-old Chinese toon tree, which is covered with red strings. tied a red string on his ring finger.

At that time, Feng Shuangyuan hadn't successfully married into the Liu family, so he brought him and Liu Wenqing several times. Feng Shuangyuan piously begged for his marriage under the tree, but he was deceived by Liu Wenqing's rhetoric, and successfully tricked him into marrying himself with a bunch of candied haws. In the nearby East City, Liu Wenqing is actually not a competent elder brother. He doesn't know how to take care of his younger brother, but he encourages his younger brother to do bad things and joins him in evil.

If you do something bad, you will naturally be punished. Feng Shuangyuan was very angry and punished the two brothers to kneel under the "Mandarin Duck Tree" to reflect. The moonlight was shining, Liu Wenqing turned his head and asked him, "Do you know why your aunt is so angry?"

Liu Wenze thought about it seriously, then shook his head.

"Your aunt thinks that you are getting too close to me. You should compete with me for the family property. It's the kind that cannot be tolerated."

"Why fight for family property?" Liu Wenze asked him stubbornly.

"Little fool." Liu Wenqing looked at it helplessly for a while, and suddenly felt that he didn't want to explain anything, "Forget it...but, Aze, you have to remember, as long as you say what you want, the third brother will give it to you of."

"Oh."

Liu Wenze nodded, turned his head to look at Liu Wenqing's side face under the moonlight, and felt that the moonlight was so bright that it made him panic.Why panic?He didn't know it at the time, until one day he suddenly figured it out and regretted it.

He regretted why he didn't rely on Liu Wenqing to pamper him that day, ride a donkey downhill according to Liu Wenqing's words, and tie the red thread on Liu Wenqing's finger.

Later, they all grew up, there were too many factors, and the relationship gradually became estranged, and they never came to the Guanyin Hall together again. Liu Wenqing and his friends often gathered in the Guanyin Hall for poetry and prose, and they did not bring him with them.

A few times, Liu Wenze insisted on following him, but Liu Wenqing still tried to deceive him with sweet words, "Ah Ze, you wait here for my return, and I will bring you the sweetest and most delicious candied haws in Dongshi, be good."

He talked to himself, and treated him like a child, but he didn't notice that the "little shadow" who was pulling his sleeve and following behind him had long since grown into a tall and silent boy.

He looked at Liu Wenqing indifferently, and said, "I haven't eaten sweets for a long time."

——You haven't paid attention to me for a long time.

After all, Liu Wenze didn't stalk him, he just followed Liu Wenqing secretly, hid silently in the reeds in Tinghua Ferry and watched his third brother from afar, from sunrise to dusk.

He didn't want the little shadow anymore, so he had to hide far away.

In fact, he vaguely knew what Liu Wenqing and his friends were doing. He often said, "A gentleman must leave something for the world." Literary inquisitions have existed since ancient times. Liu Wenze knew that Liu Wenqing's temperament seemed free and unrestrained, but in fact, he was full of lush forests and strong bamboos, and his bones were strong.

But Liu Wenze didn't know that a person like Liu Wenqing would also have selfish intentions. He could write a book with the seven Wannan sons, but he only kept it from Liu Wenze, and he didn't want Liu Wenze to have anything to do with it.

——His younger brother should have a white horse hairpin and a bright future.

◇Two picks◆

There were no pilgrims in the windy and snowy day. Monk Mingxiang didn't open the door of the hall. He was slacking around the stove when he heard Dudu's knock on the door. He had no choice but to get up and open the door. young people.

The young man hid his face under the cloak and said, "I'm here to meet the appointment and drink Laba porridge."

Ming Xiang was taken aback, and asked him, "Is the benefactor's surname Liu?"

The young man nodded.

Ming Xiang looked at the young man in front of him for a few more times, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, but since he got the signal correctly, it should be the old man, but he obviously...he thought for a while, and finally said, "Laba porridge is easy to catch cold, In the back room, please come with me, little gentleman."

For Ming Xiang, this is to repay an old favor.

Back then, Mingxiang was just a monk who was ringing the bell in the temple. He was ringing the bell in front of the Guanyin Hall until a group of young people came here to give lectures and gather. From no name to the "Seven Sons of Wannan" who became famous all over the world.

He remembered that when he fled here from his hometown and was desperate and impoverished, he was invited by a group of young people to have a bowl of Laba porridge together on that snowy night in the Guanyin Temple.

A young man like a green bamboo told him, "The world can't tolerate it, but the Buddha's teachings can overcome it."

"There is nothing difficult in life."

On a snowy night after Wannan's Seven Sons were destroyed, Lu Jianyu, who should have died long ago, approached him. He was embarrassed, anxious and hopeless, and asked him if he would help him. Ming Xiang only hesitated for a second.

He said, "The world can't tolerate it, but the Buddha's law can overcome it."

He led the young man to the apse. Lu Jianyu had been waiting in the apse for a long time. When he suddenly saw someone, he felt a little timid, "Brother Liu."

The young man finally took off his cloak, and Lu Jianyu's face suddenly changed.

"You are not Brother Liu. Who are you?"

"Who the hell are you?" Lu Jianyu's face became more and more ugly, and he finally remembered, "Oh - you are the little follower who used to follow Brother Liu."

Liu Wenze looked at him coldly for a few seconds, "Young master Lu, do you know that the court is looking for you? Has my third brother ever looked for you? If you hand him over, I will treat you as if I didn't see you today."

Lu Jianyu remembered that when he met Liu Wenqing and others before, Liu Wenqing's younger brother followed Liu Wenqing like an inseparable shadow. Wen Qing is a good little brother, he doesn't talk much and doesn't cause trouble, but he just likes to cling to his brother, which is also a strange thing.

Over the years, even though he escaped outside the pass, he always paid attention to the movement of the court, knowing that Liu Wenqing's younger brother is now in a high position and authority, but he did not expect that the strange problem of clinging to his brother will become more and more serious when the young man grows up to such a big age.

He felt that Liu Wenze's tone was like drinking several tanks of old vinegar, so he couldn't help sneering, "What if I don't?"

"you!"

He got bad thoughts and couldn't stop, "Oh, Mr. Yushi, you can't control your third brother yourself, and you want to trouble me. It's a big joke."

"However, Master Yushi, if you control the world like this, the housekeeper is also in charge of what your third brother is doing? Is he not weaned yet?"

Liu Wenze's brows became colder and colder. He thought Lu Jianyu was not pleasing to his eyes before, and when he discussed poetry, he insisted on getting so close to Liu Wenqing. He was silent for a long time, and was about to speak when the door hushed Just opened it, and brought in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow in the sky finally dissipated, and the figure of a person suddenly appeared.

The wooden fish in Mingxiang's hand fell to the ground with a bang, Lu Jianyu stared at the door for a long time, and finally smiled - no matter how many years had passed, he still recognized the young man who drank Laba porridge with them at the first sight.

There are desolate things in the world, and there is no life after tossing and turning.

The author has something to say: my younger brother is about to fight with little friend Lu, so my older brother came out to persuade the fight.