A tree of holly is floating

I thought that Fusheng was just acting out of his temper, so he went to visit Huaxi, and when she was full, she would be fine.

But seeing a large group of people blocking the entrance of Chaohua Xishi from a distance, Chen Changle began to wonder, did this little girl cause some trouble again.

It wasn't until he squeezed into the crowd that he realized that something was wrong. This kind of scene was not something she could have created in Fusheng.

I saw a thick red mist inside the door permeating the entire morning flowers and evening picks, and there was also a faint sweet fragrance wafting out.

There was a dead silence in the room, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Everyone discussed: "What's going on?"

"I do not know!"

"Is it on fire?"

"What's on fire! I think it's a monster! Look at this fog, it's really evil!"

"Is everyone inside dead? Why can't I hear anything?"

"Do you want to report to the police?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Report to the police immediately!"

"Alas, this young man, don't go in, it's too dangerous!"

Regardless of other people's obstruction, Chen Changle lifted his foot and got in.

For a moment, Chen Changle thought that what he was doing was having fun with Jun.

Although the red mist in the hall was not as thick as it looked outside, the atmosphere became very strange and warm and ambiguous under the mist.

Everyone seemed to be under a spell, all disheveled and disheveled, some half-pushed, some threw themselves into their arms, and even a few girls were torn and pressed to the table.

Chen Changle panicked.

Over and over again in my heart I read Fusheng, Fusheng, where are you?

Where are you? !

Get out! !

Chen Changle climbed from the first floor to the third floor, and then found the first floor from the third floor. He searched every room, checked every corner, shouting in his heart, while blocking those sejinzhi faints in front of him The people all fainted.

Grabbing one person after another, but throwing them away again and again.

But no!

There is no floating figure!

Not knowing whether to be disappointed or happy, Chen Changle stood there blankly. .

In the past 16 years, although he spent very little time in the coffin shop, and spent only a handful of days with Fusheng, he clearly remembered every beating Fusheng received and every revenge Fusheng had on him.

He even remembered the first words she spoke, the first step she took, and every birthday she celebrated, and he never missed these most important days.

Maybe it was a bit hard to hit her, maybe she hasn't made new clothes for her for several years, maybe he picks her up in the middle of the night sometimes, maybe there is just a scary bug in the gift box, maybe she hides alone in the rainy day Under the big tree, half a dry steamed bun was gnawed.

Maybe she doesn't know.

Maybe she doesn't understand.

Maybe she hated herself.

But he has been using his own way, quietly, silently, and unchangingly, loving this little girl who doesn't know whether he should be a daughter or a younger sister.

How could she just disappear like this? !

Still playing with myself! !

Life and death are uncertain, good or bad is unknown! !

Those wandering voices are endless! !

Chen Changle suddenly felt dizzy.

Slapping the square table beside him with one palm, the powerful air waves emitted from Chen Changle's body shook away the fragrant and sweet red mist round by round.

Those who were still awake were all blown away, fell to the ground and passed out completely.

Yu Nian heard such a loud commotion in the front yard that had not been heard for a long time, and hurried over to open the gate connecting the front and back courtyards.

"Where is the person!" Chen Changle roared, turned around and stretched out his hand to pinch the opponent's neck.

Yu Nian dodged, pressed the wet cloth towel on Chen Changle's nose and mouth, pulled him and jumped back to the backyard.

Seeing a few courtesans timidly hiding aside, Chen Changle moved Yu Nian's hand away, and said in a more relaxed tone, "Where are you?"

Yu Nian took a step back and said, "Fu Sheng left early."

Seeing that Chen Changle's expression had slowly returned to normal, Yu Nian said again: "Meng Lang has already caught up, and Dansha is going to kill her."

When Chen Changle heard it, the heart that had just been let go hung up again. He couldn't stay still, and without saying anything, he jumped out of the wall of the backyard with a flying body.

Sure enough, if it hadn't come in time, this Dansha might have two more lives in his hands.

Chen Changle was not polite either, with just one slap, Dansha was no longer able to fight back.She had planned to end her troubles forever, but she didn't expect a cut-throat bamboo hat to appear and take her away.

This man with a bamboo hat dared to intercept someone in his hands, he must be slightly better than Dansha.Seeing him easily climbing up to the roof with someone in his arms, and disappearing after a few moves, Chen Changle waved to Meng Lang and said, "Don't chase after him."

Meng Lang glanced at Chen Changle, and said, "I left in a hurry just now, and I don't know what's going on with the proprietress. Since you're here, I'll leave Fusheng to you."

Chen Changle said: "Oh? That's fine, you go back first! By the way, put away the things in your hands, what do girls look like with a big knife in their hands every day! Don't be afraid to put your face It's scratched!"

It was only then that Meng Lang realized that he had been carrying the three-inch saber in his hand. Hearing what Chen Changle said, he quickly put the saber back into its sheath.After a simple farewell, he hurried back.But he didn't go very far, but he couldn't help but look back. After Chen Changle waved his hand again, he settled down and ran towards Chaohua Xishi quickly.

Chen Changle stretched in front, rubbed his palms, and said, "I haven't eaten yet!" Turning around, seeing Fu Sheng slowly following behind, he said, "Why, I'm so full that I can't walk ?” As he spoke, he took out a piece of fried broad bean from nowhere, threw it into his mouth and began to chew.

Fu Sheng knew that if Chen Changle hadn't arrived in time, both she and Meng Lang would be in dire straits today.Thinking of this, I felt a little bit of luck in my heart after the catastrophe.But thinking about what he said just now, he felt a little weak, so he had to follow up a few steps, tugged at Chen Changle's sleeve and said, "Father~"

Chen Changle shrugged off Fusheng with a jerk, and distanced himself: "What are you doing!"

Fu Sheng posted it again, and said with a stern face: "Father!"

But Fu Sheng refused to give in, knowing that he was wrong, he would not admit it.

Chen Changle took a few steps forward, and said with a heart of stone: "It's useless to call her father! She will come to settle accounts with you after a few days when she recovers from her injury!"

Fu Sheng said: "Then what should I do? I don't know how to fight, and Meng Lang can't beat her either!"

Chen Changle patted her on the head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my girl, no one can move a single bit except me!"

Although it was a word of protection, why did it have a different taste when it came out of Chen Changle's mouth?

Fu Sheng had black lines on his face.

Chen Changle said again: "It's getting late, first find a place to live, eat something, let's talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow!" After speaking, he chewed broad beans and strode forward with his hands behind his back.

Fu Sheng remembered that there was one more thing to do, so he rushed up and grabbed him, saying: "Since this is the case, why don't we settle today's matter first!"

Chen Changle was taken aback, and said, "What's the matter?"

With a smile on his face, Fu Sheng stretched out his palm and said, "Give me back the things!"

Chen Changle slapped it up, and said, "Don't even think about it!"

Reluctant to give up, he raised his palm and said it again: "Give it back to me!"

Chen Changle was categorical: "No! Not today, not tomorrow, and not in the future!" After speaking, he strode forward.

Fu Sheng stood still and refused to leave.

Chen Changle only glanced at her, then continued to stride forward.Standing there full of anger, feeling upset, seeing that he didn't intend to wait for him, he punched and kicked his back to vent his anger, then followed slowly with his mouth pouted.

The stingy Chen Changle was as usual, despite Fusheng's muttering, he was still willing to ask for the two cheapest rooms in the cheapest shop, and then added a bowl of noodles for himself.

Watching him finish the soup at the bottom of the bowl, he burped again, then staggered upstairs, Fusheng kicked him 180 feet in his heart.

Lying on the hard plank bed, tossing and turning, still unable to fall asleep, he groped out of the room and pushed the door of Chen Changle's room next door, only to find that it was tightly locked from the inside, wondering if he had eaten and drunk enough fast asleep.

Sneaking downstairs woke up the waiter who was dozing off behind the counter, asked him to buy a small jug of wine on credit, and Fu Sheng climbed to the roof of the inn.

It was already late at night, and the dots of stars in the sky illuminated the roof, and even the birds and beasts had already returned to their nests, and there was no sound around.

Fu Sheng found a place to sit down, just took a sip, but saw a person sitting on the roof next to him, also holding a jug of wine in his hand.

That person was dressed in colorful clothes, facing the starlight, with his back to her, he was clearly a woman.

Fu Sheng sighed a few times, then she turned her head, saw the wine jar in Fu Sheng's hand clearly, smiled slightly, stepped on the tiles of the roof and jumped over.

The woman in Caiyi sat next to Fusheng and asked, "Why are you imitating other people's drinking at such a young age?"

Fu Sheng glanced at her and said: "You are not much older than me!"

The woman in colorful clothes laughed and asked, "How old are you, have you turned sixteen?"

Fu Sheng felt that although she was average in appearance, she was the kind who looked particularly good-looking when she smiled, and made people feel very close to her just by looking at her.So he picked up the wine jar and touched it with the one in her hand, then brought it to his mouth and took a sip, and said, "Quickly. How about you?"

The woman in colorful clothes also raised the wine jar and took a sip, saying: "Seventeen." As she spoke, she lowered her head and glanced at the lantern hanging below, and said, "What are you doing climbing up to the roof so late? Are you alone? person?"

Fu Sheng shook his head, without answering, he raised the wine jar and took another sip.

Today is really, indescribable!

There were always people asking her this and that, and people almost killing her.

However, there is one person.

Lifting the jar and taking a big gulp, Fu Sheng asked, "What's it like to like someone?"

The woman in Caiyi laughed again, and said: "Well, everyone is different!" As she spoke, she also lifted the wine jar and took a sip.

Some love each other, and some wishful thinking.

Some live and fly together, and some are separated from each other.

Liu Guang looked at the stars in the sky and asked, "Have you ever been to the north?"

Fu Sheng shook his head and said: "The Flower City is already the furthest place I have traveled."

Liu Guang stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to hold the bright starlight in his hand, and said, "I heard that the stars there are different from here."

Fu Sheng was very curious, and said: "Really? What does that look like?"

Liu Guang tilted his head and said, "The stars here are one by one, but the starlight there is piece by piece, and there are many colors!"

Fu Sheng took another sip of wine, then hugged the wine jar in his arms, raised his head, his eyes were a little blurred: "But now I see these stars are pieces!"

Liu Guang looked at the little girl beside him who was already a little dizzy, took her over and leaned on his shoulder, patted her on the back and said: "If you have a chance, you must go and see it with the person you like!"

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Many times when I listen to songs and write articles, I am moved by myself (?_?)