A tree of holly is floating

There are only a few withered yellow lotus leaves and a few shriveled lotus pods left in the pond. Two big geese are swimming leisurely on the water, and a few fluffy little gooselings are still lazily sitting on the haystack next to them. fell asleep.

The weather was fine that day, just after breakfast, Pingyang took his mother Mrs. Qixia's hand out to bask in the sun.

A few stone slabs were spread on the open space beside the pond, melon and fruit refreshments were prepared on the table, incense was also lit in the bronze incense burner, Mrs. Qixia sat down on the chair, raised her hand and ordered the guards around her to retreat.

Although I am used to these guards who walk around and patrol the village day and night with swords attached to their bodies, but the one who follows Mrs. Qixia is the most frightening one.

Pan Xiaoxiao never heard him say a word, let alone saw him smile.He always makes people jump by appearing out of nowhere, and when people react, he doesn't know where he has gone.

And he never seemed to sleep, and he didn't need to rest, so when Pan Xiaoxiao passed him with a sewing basket, although he didn't dare to look up, he still couldn't help sneaking a glance at him, but he still Without squinting, he stood aside from a distance.

Seeing that Old Pan was busy in the vegetable field across the pond, and his mother, Mrs. Qixia, was also teaching Pan Xiaoxiao how to embroider a purse with needle and thread. Ping Yang got up and walked towards the vegetable field.

Still far away, Pingyang greeted loudly: "Old man, it's so early!"

Old Pan was burying his head in pulling weeds, when he heard the young man's voice behind him, he straightened up and said with a smile, "Yo, it's the young master!"

Ping Yang went to the side and knelt down, looked at the bright green vegetables, and asked, "Did you grow these?"

Throwing the handful of grass in his hand to the side, Lao Pan pointed to the land in front of him and said, "That's right! This village is not big, it only grows some melons, fruits and vegetables, and that's enough for me alone!"

Ping Yang pulled up the hem of his clothes and pinned it to his belt, and rolled up his sleeves to help: "I've planted so many, I'm sure I can't finish them all!"

Old Pan wiped the sweat from his forehead, seeing that this noble man with golden branches and jade leaves is not only kind and good to him, but also can put down his value and work hard by himself, he couldn't help feeling a little more close to this young man, so he said with a smile : "That's too much to eat! The years have been good, and the harvest has been more. Except for the first and fifteenth day of every month, I will go to the city to send some to the mansion, and occasionally I will push a small cart to the market to sell some money. , buy some salt lamp oil and the like, life is not too bad!"

Pingyang let out a groan, and said again: "I think it's quiet here, there are no other houses nearby, right?"

Old Pan bowed his head while working and happily agreed: "No! This area is a little flat for dozens of miles, and other places are not good. It is either a barren mountain or a river valley, and there is no way to cultivate it! So, Before the son and wife came, there were only four of us living here."

Pingyang straightened up and looked around, this Zhuangzi is surrounded by mountains and water, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, it is really a paradise, if Xin Dao really lives here all the time, grows vegetables and raises fish, stays away from the hustle and bustle and doesn't care about worldly affairs, then that's all right good.

But some things have to be done by someone, and some debts have to be paid back. Even if you don’t know whether the road ahead will be long and dangerous, or when the turbulent undercurrent hidden under this blue sky and peaceful day will calm down, at this moment , the road is at your feet, and there is no room for retreat.

But before that, he had other things to do.

After thinking about it, Pingyang smiled at Old Pan and said, "Old man, do you know the family living by the River of Death?"

Fu Sheng remembered that he had done such a bold thing last night, his cheeks suddenly became slightly hot, he had to close his eyes quickly, and put two cold palms on them, so as to wake himself up.

But why did he close his eyes, and that lingering scene popped out of his mind again, which really made people completely confused, but gave him a sense of unfinished business for no reason.

Damn it!

He clenched his fist and hammered his dizzy and swollen head, only then did he feel a dull pain in the back of his neck.

I don't know who that person was last night, and why he came to the coffin shop to kidnap him.After chasing it for so long, Chen Changle managed to get back this jade-colored cloak embroidered with gold thread. For the rest, no matter how much she asked him, he would not ask.

Putting down the cloak in his arms, Fu Sheng stood up and pushed open the two door panels and went outside.

A Weng buried his head and meticulously painted the paint, while Chen Changle lay comfortably on the roof and dozed off with his legs crossed.

The clouds in the sky have been dyed orange, and the whole coffin shop is shrouded in peace and tranquility.The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the few green hillock trees outside the low wall, and the mottled light spots filled the whole yard.

Fu Sheng grabbed a handful of rice from the tank and sprinkled it in front of the old hen lying at the door of the stove, it clucked and called out the little chickens hiding under its wings.Seeing the little fluffy chicks happily pecking at the rice, Fu Sheng also squatted down, with one hand on his knees and the other on his cheek, he was actually engrossed in watching it.

After the Tianguan Temple collapsed, Liu Guang was also seriously injured, but before leaving, Dongqing still asked for some money from her, and then came directly to this coffin shop.

After wandering in front of the coffin shop for a long time, I raised one hand and lowered it, back and forth several times, before I made up my mind to knock.

A Weng held a bowl in his left hand and a brush in his right. He straightened up and glanced at Chen Changle who was lying on the roof, and then shouted towards the kitchen through the cloth towel covering his face: "Son, we have guests!" After finishing speaking, he bent down and continued to work.

Fusheng came back to his senses and agreed, stood up on his knees and walked out, thinking who would come to the coffin shop so late, he opened the courtyard door with a squeak, and saw Dongqing holding a hand Knock again.

Looking at each other for a while, Fu Sheng felt that the world in front of him suddenly became much clearer, as if time had also stopped at this moment.

Holly slipped her throat, immediately lowered her eyebrows, and said calmly, "I'm here to get the cloak." There was obvious indifference and alienation in his tone.

The moment of surprise suddenly turned into a touch of loneliness, Fu Sheng pretended to be calm, gave a step aside, and said, "Come in!"

Dongqing raised her foot and stepped in, and the courtyard door was immediately closed.

Fu Sheng's heart was pounding, he was both nervous and shy, and wanted to have a few words with him, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only bite his lower lip tightly, and followed behind him with his head down. , the two hands behind his back were almost twisted into twists.

A Weng raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw that this person was very familiar, so he took off the cloth towel covering his mouth and nose, smiled and nodded to him, as a greeting.

Seeing the small bowl and brush in the old man's hand, Dongqing nodded slightly as a return gift.

At this time, Chen Changle had already jumped off the roof, with a broken flute pinned to his waist, and with his hands behind his back, he said, "Oh, so fast! Are you ready for the money?"

Dongqing walked up to him, took out a bulging money bag from her arms, and handed it over.

Chen Changle glanced at the money bag, but didn't reach out to take it, but hooked his mouth slightly, and said, "So fast! Did you come in time for dinner?"

Dongqing took back the purse and asked, "Where's the stuff?"

Chen Changle turned around and sat down on a stool, picked up the teapot on the small table, and said, "No rush!"

Dongqing saw him slowly pouring a glass of water into the teacup, and said, "Isn't that enough?"

Chen Changle put down the teacup in his hand, put his right hand on the small table, put his left foot on his right leg, and then looked the man in front of him contentedly.

From head to toe, he was dressed in neat and simple black clothes, with only a red ribbon tied to his high ponytail, and his eyes were deep and determined, without any emotion.But Chen Changle vaguely sensed something else from his dashing and heroic posture, something that had been deliberately hidden for a long time, even deceived, and even he himself believed it to be true in the end.

After snorting softly, Chen Changle said, "I'm just curious, what can you do with an old cloak?"

Dongqing glanced at Chen Changle's trembling left foot, without any emotion in her eyes, she just said: "Senior, just take the money and give me the things, what do you say."

Seeing that Chen Changle took down the broken flute from his waist, lifted up a piece of his clothes and wiped it slowly, Dongqing said again: "How about this, you give me the things first, and I can double the money!" Then he took out another bulging money bag from his pocket.

Chen Changle smiled and said: "It seems that you are determined to win! But I have a better idea, which is of great benefit to you, but I don't know if you like it or not?"

Holly asked: "How to say?"

Chen Changle brought the broken flute closer to him for a closer look, and said, "If you are willing to give me a son-in-law, I will take this cloak as a dowry and give it to you, how about it?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Changle would say this suddenly, Fu Sheng blushed with shame, grabbed the teapot on the small table and rushed into the kitchen as if fleeing, but Dongqing said calmly: "I think senior may have misunderstood. I Came today just to want the cloak."

Chen Changle was a little surprised, but then he laughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay! Just say what you think, we can talk slowly!"

Unexpectedly, Dongqing said categorically, "I can't marry her."

Unexpectedly, he refused so readily, Chen Changle was stunned.

The mood of Fu Sheng who was hiding in the stove suddenly fell to the bottom, sourness and pain all swept over him.So what if hugged, so what if kissed, it's just wishful thinking.

Sniffing, Fu Sheng gently put the teapot on the chopping board, took a deep breath, then came out of the kitchen and entered his room, then walked to Chen Changle with the jade cloak embroidered with gold thread Stepping up to him, he said: "I always thought you were just a stinky hooligan who traded in dead people, but I didn't expect you to make fun of me this time!" Throwing the cloak into his arms, Fu Sheng said again: "You can figure out your own way for dinner! "After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Chen Changle watched Fusheng leave the yard, and said with an innocent face: "I'm doing this for your own good! Hey, look at this little temper, it's really getting worse!"

Dongqing put the two purses on the table and said, "This cloak is really important to me, senior, please forgive me for not telling the truth!"

Chen Changle let out a heavy breath, and said: "Forget it! It's useless for me to hold this thing, if you really like it, then take it!"

Dongqing thanked Chen Changle solemnly, and left the coffin shop with the cloak in her arms.But after walking a few steps along the Xiangsheng River, he saw a thin and thin figure standing on the bank.

After hesitating for a moment, Dongqing still walked over.

Fu Sheng said with red eyes: "I want to see you off."