The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

Rong Qian walked down the blue stone steps with a little moss growing on it.He stroked his head and smiled. "When my father asked me what kind of life I wanted to live. This is what I thought of."

"You want to have me in your life?" Ye Sheng held a white chrysanthemum, and when he heard Rong Qian's words, he smiled brighter than the white chrysanthemum.

"Yes. Yes." Rong Qian hooked the corners of his mouth, and carefully stroked the smooth brocade-like hair on his head.

"But you didn't know me at all back then." Rong Qian's father was King Rong, who he remembered was assassinated in the sixth year of Yuanguang.He happened to be born that year.

Ye Sheng stopped laughing, suddenly felt that Rong Qian was teasing him.He raised his chin and looked at Rong Qian dissatisfied.

"Yes. I told my royal father that I want to find a secluded place, plant two or three acres of land, and raise only four or five green trees in the yard. Raise seven or eight chickens and ducklings." Rong Qian nodded and squeezed Pinch his raised nose.

"Am I a chicken or a duck?" Ye Sheng smiled, knowing that Rong Qian was teasing him, he was also happy to quarrel with him, and said in a low voice even if his nose was pinched

"Well, when the time comes, the yard of my house will be very narrow. My son is just like you. He will just be in a daze in the yard while playing. I will watch him at the door and see that he is carefree." Rong Qian Suppressing her laugh, she suddenly rubbed his face affectionately on a whim.

"I don't want to be your son." Ye Sheng suddenly looked at Rong Qian seriously.said sullenly.

"I can't give birth to a son as old as you." Rong Qian was startled, but also looked at him fixedly.

"Then how is it similar to me?" Ye Sheng curled his lips.He didn't like the day Rong Qian yearned for at all.

In the most ordinary days, without him, only his wife and children, and his happiness.There is no self in his happiness, and he does not need to have himself.

"It will always be born in the future. You must want to marry a girl who is dignified and graceful, who can take care of her husband and teach her children at home." Ye Sheng sighed and murmured.

Such a peaceful and comfortable life may not come to Rong Qian, but that girl is bound to have it.Life between heaven and earth is like a white horse passing through the gap.In contrast, their days of supporting each other now are too good.

"Who knows?" Rong Qian smiled.There is a desolation that has nowhere to say in that smile.

"Let's go. Let's go deliver Qingliu." Rong Qian patted his head, pulled his head and walked out.

"Rong Qian's fate is low, I'm afraid he won't have the good fortune to be on par with others in the future, let alone the music of the zither, life and death go hand in hand." Rong Qian smiled, holding his hand tightly, and said as he walked.

"But if there is no such person, then what is the difference if there is a wife or not, what kind of wife?" Rong Qian said softly to him while bending over.

"I have to have a son. My Rong family can't stay here and die. But for someone like me, hehe, Ye Sheng, I really want to be with you for the rest of my life. If you are my son." Rong Qian He gave him a meaningful look.

"Your master once made a divination for me, saying that I have a cold nature. I don't believe that I will be a lonely man in the future. But the incense of marrying a pleasing wife has been passed down. But there is only this in my heart, Ye Sheng. Pretend to be you now, and I will change it to someone else in the future. I don’t know if I can change it. If I can’t change it, Ye Sheng, do you think I will spend my whole life with you? I gave you all the love, shouldn't you be responsible? Huh?" Rong Qian looked at him with a half-smile, with a different look in his eyes than usual.Gu Pan's flying spirit, smiling like a flower, dazzled Ye Sheng.

"If you are really lonely in the future, I will take responsibility. I will accompany you, follow you, and I will definitely leave you alone. Just don't want me." Ye Sheng looked into his eyes and said firmly. "I'm with you, just don't make me your son."

"If you want to be my son, it depends on whether your mother agrees." Rong Qian suddenly smiled.There is a little more touch in the smile to cover up the incomprehensible touch.

"I'm not afraid of being alone, Ye Sheng." Rong Qian murmured, pulling him down the seemingly endless bluestone road. "I'm afraid, I'm used to being with you. One day, after you leave, I feel lonely."

After all, they will go their separate ways, even if not now.When today's day turns into yesterday's salt, looking back, just don't blame yourself. "I really hope that this blue stone road has no end. I want to walk down with you. Ye Sheng."

I also want to be with you forever.

Ye Sheng didn't dare to speak anymore, he just grasped Rong Qian's hand firmly, tracing Rong Qian's hand over and over again in his heart.Rong Qian's hands are long, warm, with well-defined joints.His little hand was clenched tightly in his.

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When they got down the mountain and took a carriage to the Weeping Willow Pavilion, Fang Qingliu had been waiting for them for a long time.

Today, he finally took off his moon-white robe and wore a white robe with a jade belt to tie his hair, sword eyebrows and star eyes. He shone brightly in the lonely weeping willow pavilion, showing his vitality.

Fang Qingliu seemed to always be so high-spirited, it was a kind of momentum that would not budge even in the wind.

"It's really annoying to take time to send someone off." Fang Qing gave them a blank look, filled with resentment.

Yes, I was exaggerating just now.

Ye Sheng looked up at him, smiled and gave him the white chrysanthemum in his hand. "Here, it's fresh. It just bloomed. I waited in the yard for a long time to wait for it to bloom, and it was too late." Ye Sheng said nonsense without blinking his eyes.

"It's not Epiphyllum! You're kidding me." How can the just-opened ones be so big?Fang Qingliu choked up, too lazy to talk to this little kid.

"Take care on the road." Rong Qian smiled slightly.What should be said has already been said, the thread of parting is not suitable for them.

"You know why I went back." Fang Qingliu grinned. "The old man lied to me so much, but there is one thing he didn't lie to me. I don't know what the Dao is? But I'm sure the Dao is never on that mountain. It's up to people to make things happen, but it's up to God to plan things. I'm waiting for you to do your duty for the world and save The day people save themselves."

It was frosty and foggy today, but at this time the sun pierced through the layers of thick fog. The sky was just right, and the autumn sun cast dazzling golden light on his white clothes, giving him a different kind of beauty.

Go overland from here, hurry up, in less than three or nine days, he will be able to return to Qingyang.

Fang Shi, the Fang Family Association not only based in Qingyang.

And this young man, willing to be a pawn, has never been a bit cowardly.

That day Rong Qian stood by the weeping willow pavilion and watched for a long time, all he could see was the man, horse, and cart turned into black shadows.Like a geese flying south, he also went south.

The yellow leaves are fluttering outside the pavilion, but the top of Yunyan Mountain is still standing still, standing on that inch of ground, hiding alone in the cloud-shrouded sky.

What is the way?It is a saying that the benevolent enjoys mountains, and the wise enjoys water.Or join the world in person, relieve the sufferings of the common people, and relieve the worries of all living beings?Or, if the body is like floating dust, only a drop of yourself, unable to overturn the thousands of waves, unable to sail the tens of thousands of boats?

Rong Qian, who never thought of himself as great, suddenly felt that he was even a little bit, widowed and wretched.

Hand over the world to him, I'm afraid it's a wrong person.He can't even save himself, how can he save the world?

He just wanted to save himself.

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The autumn frost became heavier day by day, and the sun seemed to have lost its carbon fire, and became weaker day by day.The north wind howled outside the door, and it snowed lightly on the day when Fang Qingliu's letter of safety was received.

In the past few months, Ye Sheng's stature has grown a lot.Thanks to Rong Qian who gave Zhang the new size before tailoring, Ye Sheng's clothes are comfortable and warm.It's a pity that you can't take off the moon-white coat, otherwise Ye Sheng would really want to chat with others about the new cotton robe that Nanny Zhang made for him.

On the day when it snowed lightly, a plum blossom in Luo Tong bloomed.Invite them to enjoy the flowers in Plum Blossom Building.

It was freezing cold, Ye Sheng thought that Rong Qian would scoff, but he didn't expect that Rong Qian not only planned to go, but also asked Rong Ling to prepare a lot of appetizers in a serious manner.

"Luo Tong's plum trees are all treasures. It is extremely difficult for others to enjoy the flowers. The flowers bloom at different times, but he only holds one. If you don't go now, then you won't even think about seeing his flowers this year. " Rong Qian arranged for Chen San'er to dig a few bottles of wine in Gu Lao's yard and explained to Ye Sheng.

Green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove.In winter, it is extremely cold on the mountain.Hiding in the room and watching the small fire licking the porcelain, smelling the clear aroma of wine, it is really very pleasant.

Luo Tong took a sip of the wine, turned his head and touched his prickly head.Looking at Rong Qian's face is different. "Baimixiang, is Gu Lao willing to give you this wine?"

This wine is not easy to make.It used to be Gu Lao's most proud work.Baimixiang is not a wine made from hundreds of grains of rice.But it means that when the wine is made, it needs to be released according to the number of rice grains.One more, one less will not work.

Why not, Gu Lao did not tell anyone.Anyway, there are few people who have drunk this wine, and only everyone knows whether it will work or not.

"How can I have such a great ability?" Rong Qian smiled, and looked at Chen San'er who was busy making tea for his master.Picking up the celadon cup, he took a sip.The mouth is mellow and fragrant, and it becomes sweet when it enters the throat. This wine is really good.

"No matter who it is, it is an honor for Luo to drink this wine today. Toast, my friend." Luo Tong smiled brightly, took the glass of warm wine and filled it up for Chen San'er.

The snow outside the window was not heavy, the wind blew, and a few snowflakes fell on the delicate, icy plum blossoms.

It is said that the red plums reflect the snow, and what they say is true.

When Rong Qian came back, Xiaoxue had whitened the ground, pieces of crystal clear sticking to the beautiful plum blossoms, giving off a kind of beautiful and clear spirit.The white snow is whiter, and the red plum is redder.

When Ye Sheng took Rong Qian back to Gaoshan Xiaozhu, the snow had stopped.

The day was hazy, and the thin snow on the ground gave off a biting and short-lived chill.In that white world that is close to nothingness.A blue shadow in the yard is particularly eye-catching.

The north wind blew, and Ye Sheng was cleared by the steep cold.After rubbing his eyes and looking again, the blue shadow smiled at Yan Yan and opened his mouth to him.

"Son, do you miss me?"

The author has something to say:

hold head high.It's late today.Aww, Ye Zi is going to school tomorrow.Not surprisingly, maybe, tomorrow will be the same.Well, make up the day after tomorrow.And mess with it.I want to change the time to eleven o'clock.Well, because of the words in school, I can’t code during the day.At nine o'clock, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish coding.Meme ^3^ I love you all.