Xi Shijing

Clear sky, fine day for sailing.The low houses on the edge of Cicheng Pier have gray and white tiled roofs, and when the sun shines, they turn cloudy golden.A large passenger ship on the shore has a huge and beautiful buttocks, and the name written on the freeboard is a foreign character with seven twists and turns: Zalunwang.In the words of Lampang, it means a good place for prosperity.

It was exactly where Feng Yongzhan and the two were going.

The two were waiting to board the ship.Pu Xueying huddled in the crowd, looked up, then pushed down her hat, trying to shake Feng Yongzhan's hand, but failed.Feng Yongzhan was carrying a suitcase and a cigar in one hand, so he had no time.

Pu Xueying got a little sweaty from the sun: "Yongzhan," he lowered his head, and put his voice into Feng Yongzhan's ear: "What are you thinking?"

Feng Yongzhan didn't turn his face, grinned, and smiled for a while: "Fourth sister is right. I miss your brother, fat sheep, we don't do it, some people do it. Originally, the fourth sister wanted to come in person... ..."

When Pu Xueying heard it, her back felt hot and cold: "What do you think is a good thing? She gave this thing to you so that you can run away after finishing your work. Don't talk about it."

Feng Yongzhan tossed the cigar down. He didn't often listen to Pu Xueying's advice: "It's a pity that I have to run, otherwise I will get a lot of fucking money for this one knife!"

Pu Xueying was patient, and didn't take it seriously: "If it wasn't for me, would this matter have been done just because of your rampage?—" Pu Xueying stopped abruptly, looked around, and lowered her voice: "Since you wash your hands in the golden basin, why don't you do it?" Live with me, don't think about anything!"

Feng Yongzhan looked at him slowly with his black eyeballs, and then glanced back. He was speechless for a long time, with a half-smile: "You said that women in Nanbang are all black?"

Pu Xueying got angry all at once: "What are you doing!"

Without finishing speaking, the gate opened.

The people behind pushed forward one after another, and Pu Xueying's voice was cut off as if the tide was hitting the shore.Pu Xueying was photographed with all kinds of meat and vegetables, shouting to the side: "Yongzhan!"

He tried his best to look around, only to see Feng Yongzhan carrying the big black box, as usual, without looking back, striding forward to board the boat first.

Pu Xueying was alone in the crowd, under the scorching sun of Cicheng, and suddenly felt some delicate confusion.This confusion reminded him of Qiao Weixian kneeling in front of the blood-soaked sack when he looked at Qiao Weixian for the last time.

He had never seen Qiao Weixian's expression like this: pleading.His nails scratched the carpet, turning purple.He crawled to Pu Xueying's feet, the muddy part of the carpet was his tears and saliva.

Pu Xueying couldn't tell what she was thinking at that time, but looking at Feng Yongzhan's back at this moment, he felt as if he had everything, and he seemed to have nothing.

In the garden in Cicheng, the song was changed, and "Phoenix on Branches" was sung. It said that there was a large family who had been officials for generations. joke.

The clown is even more ruthless when he says: "Where is there a phoenix that lives on its branches, the Spring and Autumn Dream will be gone."Seeing his mirage dissipate, it turned out that he was naked and looked like a wolf with a big tail!

The one with the surname Joe doesn't know about this play yet.It was the ninth day that he was nestled in the house.Counting again and again on the dock site, Qiao Weixian was on the dock, and in the end there was almost nothing left.His wheelchair was beside the bed, covered with dust.

The house is still there, and having this house alone is considered a big fortune.There used to be about a dozen servants inside, but now they are scattered.The secretary has already left.Because the secretary handed over, I found that there were not many economic things to do.

Qian Youfang has been loyal to Qiao's mansion for a long time, watching Qiao Weixian grow up, and now he can't let go.Qian Youfang now knows that moaning without illness is a good thing, but he is afraid that he will be really stupid. Every day at meal times, he always finds some excuses to say for a while.

He helped Qiao Weixian up, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and sent it: "My young master, if you don't care about it, it won't work. There will be more days to come..."

Qiao Weixian's complexion was as white as a porcelain spoon.Qian Youfang has never seen Qiao Weixian's deadly behavior, and he doesn't know how long it will last, so he can only persuade him to live first.

"I heard that Yuan Ji is now in the hospital and can eat something. I can't say anything yet, and I don't know if there is any root cause. Shall we go and see?"

Following the name, Qiao Weixian's eyelids lifted wearily.He pushed away the porridge bowl, loosened the corner of the quilt, and was about to fall back on the bed.

Qian Youfang chased after him, and handed the bowl to the bedside.With his back turned, Qiao Weixian said the first whole sentence: "Don't mention him."