[Tomb robbery evil, pick up the sand sea three] All ages fall

2.【Being true to your original intention】

After Xie Yuhua finished singing the tricks, the sky was dark and the sunset was faint, and the four of them went back to Jie's old house together.

The carved gate is quite old, carefully pushed open, and with a "squeak", the gate slowly opened, the familiar courtyard, but there was a Xifu Begonia tree beside the gate, pink and white, gentle and intoxicating.

"Xiaohua," Wu Xie stopped walking by Xifu Begonia, looked at Xieyuhua, "My little brother and I went back to Zhang's first, and the ticket was booked, and this time the blind man came back. Just don't go."

Xie Yuhua nodded, as if she knew they would do this long ago, and responded: "Of course, everything is stable now. Go back to the Zhang family and remember to find a capable successor."

"That's necessary," Wu Xie smiled, "Xiao Hua, you too."

"En." Standing under the crabapple tree, Xie Yuhua raised her hand to pick a flower and nodded.

"Okay then, we won't accompany you in." Wu Xie held Zhang Qiling's hand and narrowed his eyes, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Several people said their goodbyes, and when Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling walked out the door, they looked back at the scene inside the house.

Xie Yuhua gently blew on the freshly picked flower, the faint pink stamens drifted away bit by bit, the black box standing opposite him did not know what to say, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then kissed each other. Go to the door next to each other.

That tree of Xifu crabapple blooms very beautifully.

"Okay brother, let's go." Wu Xie tugged at Zhang Qiling's sleeve, "I won't be able to catch the train for a while."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the ticket and said, "The train will leave in about 2 hours."

At that time, it could be said that the sky was already dark, and the faces of the two people were half clearly and half vaguely illuminated, showing a sense of tranquility and calmness.

The two of them glanced at the courtyard for the last time, and at the same time briefly thought about each other's future and their own in their hearts, and then smiled half-smiles.

The train station was a bit crowded at this time, and when they arrived, the train was about to leave.

The purpose of their return to the Zhang family was probably to find a successor and then deal with the last remaining matters.

When Wu Xie returned to Changsha and announced that the successor of the Wu family who had already been found was in charge, they would completely leave the Nine Schools that had brought them chaos, entanglement and sadness.

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When they arrived at the gate of Zhang's house, it was 9 o'clock in the morning of the next day, and the sky was a bit cloudy, as if it was about to rain.

The plan of the two of them is to go in and find the most prestigious Elder Zhang in the family first, and tell him what he thinks, and then Elder Zhang, who has been prepared for this matter, should have already selected a lot of candidates, and they can choose from among them when they go back. one.

There was a waiter waiting in front of the familiar wooden door. When he saw that it was the current patriarch of his family and the head of the Wu family, he respectfully greeted Ann, and then asked: "Patriarch, Wu head, are you here to find Zhang?" old?"

Zhang Qiling nodded and asked, "Is Mr. Zhang there?"

The buddy nodded: "Yes, Mr. Zhang hasn't gone out recently, so he should be waiting for you."

"Then please introduce me." Wu Xie said politely.

"Yes." The man nodded, then turned sideways and knocked on the door of the room, and said, "Old Zhang, it belongs to the patriarch and head Wu."

Hearing the people in the room say "Come in", the guy opened the door, said "Come in" very humbly, then let the two people into the room, and continued to guard outside.

The room is still as elegant as before. The three cups of tea on the table are exuding steam, probably freshly brewed, and the atmosphere is very elegant. The old man is also the kind and kind person he met for the first time. Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Qiling They said hello to the old man together, and the old man nodded and asked them to sit down.

"You guys are here to talk to me about successors." Elder Zhang, who was sitting across from the two, picked up his teacup and blew gently, "Before you came, Zhang Haiye also told me about it."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Qiling tentatively asked.

"Don't worry, I will only let Zhang Haiye be one of the assistants, and not let him succeed," the old man said slowly, "As for the successor, I have already made arrangements, so you can rest assured."

"Yes." Zhang Qiling bowed his head and agreed.

"However, you must always tell me when you plan to announce your abdication." The old man took a sip of tea, "We can also prepare for the ceremony."

"I think it's just a few days." Zhang Qiling replied.

The other party froze for a moment, then turned to look at Wu Xie, smiled knowingly, and said in a rather naughty tone: "That's fine, that's okay too. Do you want me to introduce this heir to you?"

"That's the best." Zhang Qiling looked up into the old man's eyes, "I wonder if I've seen it?"

"I must have seen it before, but I don't know if you still remember it." The old man put down his teacup and called out to the guy outside the door, "Go."

The three of them drank tea and remained silent for a while, when there was a knock on the door, followed by the man's voice: "Old Zhang, I brought it for you."

"Please come in." Mr. Zhang said.

Pushing open the door, both of them stood up, and couldn't help being a little surprised when their eyes touched the other's face.

"Zhang Haike?"

Zhang Haike's face is still exactly the same as Wu Xie's, but a little younger, still smiling: "Wu Xie, dumb."

Mr. Zhang, who was always sitting and tasting tea, said at this moment: "I brought him back when you first arrived in the parallel world."

Wu Xie recalled Zhang Haike's absence and disappearance, as well as the vague feelings.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Haike who was still smiling.

With this identity, he can't say anything to Zhang Haike at this time, and he doesn't know what kind of feelings he still has for Zhang Qiling now.Of course, he was never worried about what would happen to Zhang Qiling, but even as a bystander, he felt sorry for Zhang Haike.

But several people tacitly stopped mentioning it, and Zhang Haike just said habitually: "You two don't worry, the Zhang family has me, and Hai Xing, Mr. Zhang, it must be carried forward."

"Well, then please." Wu Xie also responded with a warm smile.

Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling shook hands with Zhang Haike respectively, and when they were about to leave after obtaining Mr. Zhang's consent, Wu Xie inadvertently glanced back at Zhang Haike who had started discussing the management of the Zhang family with Mr. Zhang.

Loneliness and reluctance flashed across his eyes.

Wu Xie suddenly felt inexplicably sad, then said nothing, took Zhang Qiling's hand and went out the door.

After those two people left the door, Zhang Haike, who was talking to Mr. Zhang over there about the ceremony a few days later, suddenly stopped talking, stood up, and after a short pause, he sat down and said to Mr. Zhang: "Sorry, we, continue Bar."

When I came back, I tried my best just to take another look at you who was accompanied by someone.

Are you still not satisfied?

That's it.

Zhang Haike continued to smile, listening to Mr. Zhang's arrangements, and at some point, the sadness in his heart gradually faded away.

It was a cloudy day outside, and it finally started to rain.

After the heavy rain, it finally cleared up again.

This secret love with mutual understanding and silence is finally over.

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Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling walked to the small road of Zhang's house. It had just rained and the air was fresh, moist and comfortable.

"Brother, everything is basically finished now. Xiuxiu called me just now, saying that my third uncle had already selected the successor of the Wu family before he left, and sent me a photo. His name is Wu Ruoqi. My third uncle The person that uncle picks will not be wrong."

"it is good."

Even if it is just a word, they can read the trust and tacit understanding between each other.

"Well, little brother, let's finish these things. Now let's go book tickets, and then go back to the Xiling Yinshe in Hangzhou, and find Wang Meng to continue opening the store, okay?" With a touch of anticipation.

Zhang Qiling nodded.

It would be the best if I could live an ordinary life together with you.

This is our original dream.

May we all live up to our original aspirations.

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Hangzhou.

Looking at the morning sun, Wang Meng opened the rolling gate of Xiling Yinshe as usual.

Although Boss Wu kept telling him to close the store, he still didn't close it.

Although his family doesn't have much money, it's okay to let him open this store, even if it's empty and doesn't make money.

So Wang Meng still opened the rolling gate from nine to five every day, and occasionally met a customer who bought rubbings and could make a small profit and go to the building outside the building for a good meal.

He never knew what he was waiting for, but he was just stubbornly guarding his little wish.

So today he still opened the store door in the sunshine of the room, and played games behind the bar.

He used to play minesweeper, but recently he started playing LOL.

Even though the game has changed over time, he's still here to play at the highest level.

When Wang Meng was yelling at his teammate Pig with a microphone, "Damn it, can you be more reliable?" he was startled by the familiar sound of knocking on the table in front of the bar.

"It's fine if you don't close the store if you are told, and you are playing games here again."

"However, the types of games have improved, so at least I started playing online games."

He raised his head and looked at Wu Xie's face.

"Boss, you're back!"

Wang Meng even forgot to turn off the game, walked around the bar, looked at Wu Xie, didn't know what to say, and felt like he was about to cry.

Until Wu Xie pouted, walked to the chair and sat down on his own, glanced at Wang Meng's game, and said, "The technology is still not very good."

Wang Meng did not refute, and asked after a while: "Boss, where is that little brother?"

"He won't be back in a while." Wu Xie said without further explanation, and Wang Meng didn't ask, and moved another chair to sit next to him and continued playing.

The microphone yelled at him one after another, "Fuck you just dropped the line, do you know that we are fighting the boss?" Wang Meng didn't know how to answer for a while, and turned to see his boss holding the phone. Look through the familiar Tomb Raider Notes.

After about 20 minutes, the glass door was pushed open again, and a man in a familiar blue hat came in.

Flipping through the rubbings on the shelf casually, he took it off the shelf as if he had fallen in love with a certain book, and put it on the bar.

"Boss, do you still accept rubbings here?"

Wu Xie closed the note in his hand, looked at the person in front of him, and said a little casually: "It's accepted, but the price is not high."

Suddenly the subject changed, and his eyes fixed on the person in front of him.

"But if it's you, I'll give you as much as you want."

"Brother, welcome back."

The fifth volume of "The Fall of All Ages" "Appreciating Jianjia together"

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"Qing Song Liu Shang"

Qing Song Liushang-Shao Si Ming & Han Xiaoxi

Fengli Shuixiang

Rattan wisteria

melodious silk and bamboo

chords to sleep

who is humming

The past of the ancient town

Thousands of years of glory have been forgotten

long stone steps

swaying pace

Mottled fence

engraved with yesterday's injury

who is watching

swallows peck at the window

The branch is the lingering fragrance of summer

Yu Xiangyou's actor sits on the bridge

Yesterday's yellowed embroidery

Pick a needle and lead the thread to stop time

Let it fly away, the shade remains the same

At that time you had a green shirt and a red skirt with colorful embroidery

At that time, you once embroidered beautiful brocade in front of the window under the moon

no longer

white boy head

into the noisy street

The wind blows willows, silk and bamboo softly and the flowers fall full of sleeves

Embroidery brocade embroidery in front of the window with red candles lit at night

The noisy streets left the old days waiting

The water town is gentle and the dream is as old as before

Fenglishuixiang winding vines and rose fragrance

Melodious silk and bamboo chords falling asleep

Who is humming the past of the ancient town

Thousands of years of glory have been forgotten

The shadows of long steps on the stone steps sway

Mottled wall half face plain makeup

Who is watching the water sleeves on the balcony

The town's past memory is yellowing

At that time you had a green shirt and a red skirt with colorful embroidery

At that time, you once embroidered beautiful brocade in front of the window under the moon

At that time, the boy's head was no longer white

into the noisy street

The wind blows willows, silk and bamboo softly and the flowers fall full of sleeves

Embroidery brocade embroidery in front of the window with red candles lit at night

The noisy streets left the old days waiting

The water town is gentle and the dream is as old as before

Three strings, street lamps blurred, people's shadows boundless

Two lines of poem

What used to be is now forgotten

Watch the people coming and going in the town

The wind blows the water shaking, the bridgehead is bustling with people

The melodious lyrics have been forgotten, the people under the bridge look at each other

Noisy street warms old thoughts

The lingering fragrance of summer in the fold memory

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