Bound Shark Wife

The mountain junction of Luoyi Gaocheng is the passage fortress leading to Qianhai. Although it is located on a plateau, there are a lot of people coming and going. There are also a group of plateau residents stationed here. The black market streets of various foreign caravans.

This oasis ushered in a rare heavy rain, accompanied by faint flashes of thunder in the sky, passing caravans from various states stopped here for a short time, looking for small shops on the street to buy food and rest, waiting for the heavy rain to stop.

In the inn built by Huangshi, Xiaomao wore a windproof veil and leaned against the window with his fingertips to catch the rainwater falling from the rocks. Looks like a lot.

As soon as he wore dark lake blue and thin clothes, he was out of tune with the people around him, and his eyes fell on the back of lake blue a lot.

One is that he is special, and the other is that he has a good figure. At first glance, he should be a pretty person.

You can't eat the unique glutinous glutinous cake with fragrant flour on the oasis, but Xiaoyu still ordered a pancake made of milk sheep. It smelled crispy and tender, but the taste was a bit harder than the pastry.

Shark's teeth are sharp, this hardness can't scratch his teeth at all, biting his teeth, Xiaosha lost interest, sipped a few mouthfuls of goat's milk, and didn't want to touch the pancake again.

When a young caravan leader saw him sitting alone, he enthusiastically sat with him face to face.

Xiaoyu looked at the other party curiously through the windproof veil, and saw that the caravans around were gradually increasing and filled with people because of the rain, so he didn't bother to make a sound.

The man spoke with a local dialect: "Young master has no appetite, or can't eat?"

Xiaosha said seriously: "I'm not used to eating."

The young man asked someone to deliver some hot food, and said with a grin: "Just treat it as if I invited you to eat, and try it all."

Xiaoying looked at each other: "I'm not hungry yet."

His gaze turned to the rain outside. The water droplets fell on his fingertips and he flicked them outward. The crystal raindrops scattered into fine raindrops, and the thunder and lightning blasted in the sky were even more dazzling.

The slender and white fingertips circled several times in the void. From the perspective of the young man, the thunder and lightning in the distance looked as if they were being played/handled by the fingertips of the blue-clothed boy in front of him.

The local youth in Luoyi Gaocheng put aside his strange fantasies, frowned and said, "I haven't encountered such heavy rain as today in more than ten years."

He opened his mouth again: "However, pouring a rain is also good, the water on the oasis will be more abundant, saving everyone the work of carrying water."

Xiaoying was not interested in this, and the other party seemed to see that he was not interested, so he stopped chatting about this matter.

The young man said: "Young master, you have heard of meteor showers. Mount Luoyi is high and flat, and there will be a meteor shower every ten years. Therefore, the caravans that gather here every summer and July are huge. If you are interested, you might as well stay for a few more days, and if you encounter it, you will be considered to have seen anecdotes about astronomical phenomena.”

"Meteor shower?"

Xiaoxia murmured: "I seem to have passed by this place before, but at that time..." He couldn't remember exactly which year he passed by, because he went to dive into the sea to look for the shark, but he couldn't find it.

Unlike ordinary people who count the days and nights, Xiaosha is not sensitive to time and is used to judging the weather from the heat and cold.When it snows and freezes, it means that he has to go back, and he will come out when it gets warmer.

However, there was a time when Shame went to a kingdom that was hot all year round, and he didn’t have the basis for judging the time, so he returned to the Zongyuan half a year later, and it was also the first time that Ah Yuan was angry with him, for a full three days Neither spoke to him.

With lingering fear in his heart, Shark asked, "Is the meteor shower really beautiful?"

The young man patted his chest and assured: "No one who has seen it said that it is not good-looking. The night stars are like rain. If you are lucky and the sky opens your eyes, the light is like day, and the stars and rain are dense. This is probably the scene in the world."

Shark was a little happy, he stayed in this junction mountain range for a few more days.

During the night, there was a series of noises, and Xiaoyu lay outside the window and saw streams of light gliding across the sky above his head. He jumped out of the window and landed on the highest place in the inn. There are strips of green, blue and red light, like a fairyland.

People are crazy about it.

Xiaoxie hurriedly spit out the shark bead, and the shimmering shark bead reflected the meteor shower once in ten years. Shark recorded this night on the shark bead, thinking that he would let A Yuan see it when he went back.

The next day, Xiaoying couldn't wait any longer, so she asked someone to buy a pen and paper, and drew a picture first, wanting to send it back.Although Shame's handwriting has not improved much over the years, it will never be as wrong as it was at the beginning.

He held the calligraphy and painting and looked around. It was located in a fortress, and there were many fast horses leading to various places, so he sent the calligraphy and painting away on the same day.

It was mid-autumn when the picture scroll of Meteor Shower was delivered to Zongyuan. Liu Songzi handed over the letter and picture from the post envoy to the Zong Zhang who was at his desk. Pu Yuan took it, opened the envelope, read all the contents on the paper, and then Unfold the picture scroll tied with the letter.

The servant observed the Zongzhang carefully, and saw that Zongzhang looked calm and couldn't see anything.

Putting down the things in his hand, Pu Yuan put away the letters and paintings, and said, "Tian Bo's funeral today, you follow me to see him off."

Tian Bo is a strange old man's name, although people in the Zongyuan always call him old man, but the other party has a name.

When the head servant heard the strange old man's name, he was in a trance.

It's strange that the old man had no children all his life. When he was young, he hoped to have an adopted son but died young. Since then, something has gone wrong with his mind.Until he approached his sixtieth year and met a doll who fell in love with him, the good times didn't last long, and human life span was limited after all.

The servant wrinkled his sore eyes and responded.

He also heard the head of the clan say indifferently: "Life and death are destiny, and Tian Bo has passed his seventy-year-old years, so it can be regarded as joy and mourning."

Liu Songzi covered his eyes, quickly walked out of the book pavilion with the head of the clan, and went to the funeral.

Li Guanshi waited outside the gate, he led the coffin to be carried, and took care of the follow-up.

Although the steward, who was nearly fifty years old, had gray hair on his temples, he was still in good spirits. In the fifth year after marriage, he came back and asked the Zongchang to let him work in the Zongyuan.

In the past three years, Guanshi Li took care of all affairs, large and small, in the Zongyuan. If it was not necessary for the head of the clan to come forward, Guanshi Li took the hand scroll of the head of the clan to do it for him.Even though the little servant has grown up and become a family member, his courage to do things is still not as good as Li Guanshi.

Li Guanshi glanced at the red-eyed servant, and said solemnly: "You were brought out by me alone. If one day it is my turn to step down from Zongyuan, with your mentality, how can you become the Zongzhang's right-hand man?"

Liu Songzi nodded, and agreed with a guilty conscience: "Just one day."

The Zongzhang led his trusted servants to carry out the funeral for the old man, until the bleak autumn wind covered the whole mountain, Pu Yuan stepped on the dark night, and the entrance of the courtyard that had just been cleaned during the day was covered with yellow leaves.

Pu Yuan looked at the bottomless black and dark red sky, as if he could see meteors raining all over the sky, intertwined with glow.

He took out an empty and deflated cloth pouch from his bosom, the color faded to white.

One scene and one autumn, twelve autumns fly by. If this cloth bag was not cherished and protected, it would have become a piece of tattered cloth.

The author has something to say:

The timeline jumps to eight years later.

Adding the original three and a half years, that's almost 12 years.

Zongchang is 34 years old.

The daily update is to end after writing the detailed outline points listed on the day. If you don’t look at the word count, you will stop after writing.

thank you all.

Typo to be fixed.