"Yuri Kuzeng" no one knows

It was a rare holiday, and Zeng Shunxi was dragged by Xiao Yuliang to play some immersive script, saying that he had made an appointment with some friends earlier.Along the way, Xiaoxi was cursing, I read scripts at work, and I have to accompany you to read scripts on vacation!He said no to go, but he got into Xiao Yuliang's car honestly.

He is the one who complains about being boring with the script, and he is also the one who gets more involved in the game and has more fun!Five or six characters were all suspected by Xiaoxi, and it was almost four o'clock in the morning when they finally broke up!When I got home and touched the bed, Xiaoxi fell asleep, maybe her brain was too active before going to bed, and she was dreaming in a trance and out of tune.Feeling that the people around him seemed to have woken up, she helped him close the curtains again. Xiao Xi was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids. She turned over, covered her head under the quilt, and continued to sleep.This time, he fell into a deep sleep, a gust of wind blew away the mist in front of him, and the dream slowly unfolded with the noisy voices...

In the mid-term of the Republic of China, warlords fought in melee, the current situation was turbulent, and there were winds and rains in all directions.

It is said that heroes come out of troubled times, but it is not because the foundation of the ancestors has been disturbed in this troubled times. The ghosts and monsters all come out of the gutter. If you sing and we sing, winning or losing, it is the ordinary people of this generation who suffer.

□□Flowers are easy to sing, and drunk people are easy to be. There is a song and a smile today.

Qingwu Town, south of the Yangtze River, is a peaceful corner, a small territory that no one is fighting for.There is an ancient stage at the pier, and there are several private seats under the stage. The lady proprietress in a cheongsam twists her willow branch waist and walks to the private seat facing the stage with a tea tray and puts down a pot of good tea and a few dishes. Refreshments: "Master Zeng, our Biluochun is from your shop. It's the best kind! Fast food!"

The teacup was picked up by a pair of white and delicate hands, with a crystal clear green agate on its finger, the landlady's eyes were dazzled by the beauty, she licked her lips, and touched the red silk flowers on her temples with her hand.The young master in front of him was wearing a custom-made white suit from a tailor shop. The carved buttons were all made of pure gold by craftsmen, and the shiny leather shoes looked like foreign goods!

"Pfft!" A sip of tea was sprayed out by the young master: "This Biluochun! Why is it so fishy! Pickled vegetables with tea leaves!"

The proprietress regained her senses, and hurriedly took out the handkerchief pinned to her armpit to help the young master wipe off the water stains on his chest: "Oh! Don't burn yourself!"

The young master combed his shiny back hair, and the thick glasses lenses were covered with a layer of water mist. The proprietress in front of him was just the shadow of a bumpy person.

The proprietress sighed, glanced at the young master, and helplessly picked up the tea tray: "I'll ask someone to change the pot for you!"

The lady proprietress walked away with the tea tray twisting her waist, and she felt a bit of slander in her heart. There was no such person in Qingwu Town, but she suddenly came to live in the town a few years ago, and took over half of the shops in the town with a stroke of a pen. The rice shop, salt shop and tea shop changed their surname to Zeng overnight. They thought they would be a powerful person in business, but who knew that they were not very smart. They stayed in the mansion every day and rarely went out. In his heart, all the dignified people in the town who wanted to date him were almost discouraged by his incomprehensible words.It was rumored that the Zeng family was a family of warlords who sent their youngest son to Qingwu to hide from the chaos of war.I don't know what gust of wind is blowing today, but I came to her teahouse to listen to an opera.

The young master wiped the glasses with the corner of his clothes, and put them back on, the glasses with gold threads and gold chains. The lenses are so thick that he couldn't see his eyes clearly.The young man with red lips and white teeth, with his legs crossed, looked at the stage and beat the drums, pulled the strings, and the colorful dan roles appeared on the stage.

"I don't know each other in my life~ why did I come here..." The Kunqiang singing is Wu Nong's soft words, twittering and twittering.

With a flick of her sleeves, she took small steps like a lotus, her face was red and delicate, facing the evening light, her hair trembled slightly, making the onlookers fascinated.

"What a beauty in the world! Where did the proprietress invite the young lady!" The proprietress came over with new tea, but was stopped by the shopkeeper Han who opened the inn.

The proprietress pushed the shopkeeper Han's hand away in disgust: "You country bumpkin! You are an old lady, this is Goulanyuan! This is a corner in the city, and everyone who enters is a big theater! You should respectfully call him Mr. Xiao!"

"Sir? He's a man!" Shopkeeper Han looked at Huadan Xiaosheng on the stage with good eyes and affection: "Hehe, the man is also a stunner! Mr. Huan Xiao, he is also an actor!"

Young Master Zeng tapped the table lightly with his fingers, beating the beat for the people on the stage. He closed his eyes, the sound of the opera on the stage, the sound of drums and the sound of the pipa, and the banter and laughter and admiration from the audience entered his ears.

Twilight descends with the sound of Lingling oars, and a crescent moon climbs over the brow.

Master Zeng bought Zhaoming Academy with a pair of large Western clocks, and it is now called Zeng Zhai.Pushing open the window of the bedroom, the pond in the back garden is in front of the window. Under the moonlight, Master Zeng threw the bloodshot chicken strips into the pond. The hundred-year-old carp has a delicious taste!

After a while, close the window, take off the heavy glasses, a pair of clear and sharp big eyes are shining in the dark.Shedding off the well-tailored suit, a black satin gown with dark patterns hangs down to the feet, with a blood-colored white marble pendant on the lapel, in the shape of a short whistle, embossed with a lifelike unicorn.Tidy up the sleeves, straighten the knotted button of the stand collar, open the window again, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the moon is under the moon in front of the window, it is Mr. Pianpian of the Zeng family.

The old carp in the water vomited a few bubbles after eating the meat, Master Zeng looked up, the tallest building beside the moon was the Book Collection Pavilion of Zhaoming Academy, with the eaves flying up.Thousands of years ago, Prince Zhaoming of the Southern Dynasty studied here and set up Zhaoming Academy. For thousands of years, literati and inkmen have been famous here, with countless books.As far as the sincerity is concerned, everything has animism.

A corner of the robe flashed by the moon!Young Master Zeng quickly jumped out of the window, stepped on the window railing to borrow strength, and his body lightly landed on the rockery. The white jade whistle on his chest was even more blood-colored. Looking at the place where the clothes disappeared, Young Master Zeng frowned, and hurriedly chased after him. And go!

Qingwu Town is built next to the river, with faint green water, osprey sleeping lightly, and the moonlight reflecting the Qingshiban road with a strange blue light.Master Zeng ran quickly in the city, and stopped in front of an inn with hall lights on, shopkeeper Han!Master Zeng rushed into the hall, went straight to the account room, and pushed open the door. Master Zeng's shocked eyes, he, did not catch up with him again!The sound of dripping water became more and more urgent, and the floor of the accounting room was stained red with blood. Shopkeeper Han crawled on the wooden table, his head resting on the ledger in a distorted posture, his tongue was pulled out, and there was a pile of blood and flesh .Young Master Zeng approached through the bloody water, and shopkeeper Han's still-closed eyes were full of panic and despair.Young Master Zeng lifted Shopkeeper Liu's hands that were hanging under the table. These hands were shattered!Such as two lumps of minced meat.This method of death is exactly the same as the previous few days!

Master Zeng noticed something, and jumped out of the window again, leaving behind the shop assistant's screams piercing the night sky.

Under the stage of the ancient theater is the backstage of the theater troupe. Tables, desks, teachers and chairs are piled up on one side, stringed musical instruments are piled up in the corner, red tasseled swords and hammers are placed on the weapon rack, colorful costumes, and wigs are hung in front of the mirror. Under the bright light, it looks like a hanged ghost.

"Mr. Xiao, I know you are here." Master Zeng said in a low voice.As soon as the words finished, a gust of wind blew behind his ears, Master Zeng suddenly turned sideways, narrowly dodging an iron fist!Standing still and looking at the person again, he is dressed in a gray-white gown, his figure is tall and straight, his eyes are blocked by the too long hair on his forehead, and his tight mouth and chin are obviously the characters who sing Huadan on the stage during the day!

Just as Master Zeng was about to say something, Mr. Xiao punched the door again!Young Master Zeng dodged sideways, blocked the fist wind with his forearm, took a few steps back and hurriedly said: "I'm here to help you!"

A ray of moonlight shone through the window lattice and hit Mr. Xiao's face. Even though his pair of water-cut eyes were full of anger, they were still magnificent.

"Looking for death!" The word squeezed out from between the teeth, and he picked up the red tassel on the weapon rack and stabbed at Master Zeng!Young Master Zeng ducked low, and the tip of the gun pierced his cuff!

"Let me read your heart!" No matter what Master Zeng said, Mr. Xiao's moves were deadly, and props, musical instruments and clothing were scattered all over the floor. Even though Master Zeng could only defend but not attack, he was a little bit overwhelmed. The opponent's strength was extremely strong. , Stronger and fiercer than any gods and monsters he has seen before!What the hell is he!In a daze, the white blade stabbed straight, Master Zeng wanted to hide under his feet but was tripped by the scattered costumes, slipped sideways, and when he regained consciousness, the point of the spear had already touched his chest!And Mr. Xiao's arms were trembling, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. Even with all his strength, he couldn't stab Master Zeng's chest.

The white jade whistle glowed with blood, illuminating Young Master Zeng's face.

Master Zeng looked at Mr. Xiao with a surprised expression calmly: "You can't kill me. You are trapped in the world, and I'm here to help you."

Mr. Xiao's face darkened, and he retracted the gun with a swish.The blood color of the white jade whistle faded, but Master Zeng heard the slight sound of the white jade whistle cracking.Master Zeng's face turned pale in an instant, and the warmth of Bai Yushao gradually faded away.Mr. Xiao glanced sideways at Bai Yushao, and turned to leave.

"Mr. Xiao! I'm a soul saver! Let me read your heart!" Master Zeng ignored the white jade whistle, got up and stopped Mr. Xiao and said.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Master Zeng stared into Mr. Xiao's eyes: "You are not a person but a thing, you don't know where you come from, where you are going, you don't know what you are."

Mr. Xiao avoided Master Zeng's gaze, raised his chin slightly, with a stubborn and sad face.

"Don't you just want to keep singing, listening to those ordinary people speak badly, and keep killing people? You will be backlashed by the souls of the dead!" Master Zeng approached Mr. Xiao and raised his hand to try to touch Mr. Xiao's heart. Mr. Xiao's keen Avoid: "They deserve what they deserve! I can make their death worse!"

"There is a spirit of words in the world, and evil words come from heaven! You should go where you are supposed to go! Let me read your heart, and I will know who you are, where you came from, what you encountered, and why you were sleepy. In the world! What do you have to do with my library!" Master Zeng's eyes were red with anxiety. The white jade whistle on his body is cracked, he must be a very powerful and ancient monster!

Mr. Xiao turned around, remained silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I don't know what kind of soul saver, and I don't trust you. Don't worry about my affairs."

Mr. Xiao walked out, but Master Zeng did not stop him.

The sky and the earth are quiet, the moon is shining brightly, and there is only the footsteps of one person on Qingshi Street, who has been following behind Mr. Xiao.The anger in Mr. Xiao's eyes became deeper and deeper, until the veins on his forehead bulged, he turned around abruptly, and shouted behind him: "Don't think I don't know that your white marble is cracked! You're courting death with me again!"

Young Master Zeng was startled, he gathered himself together, looked at Mr. Xiao with bared eyes and teeth, and said, "Why are you so irritable! You are not a scourge!"

"Don't follow me anymore, your skills can't beat mine!" Mr. Xiao clenched his fists and looked at Master Zeng with menacing eyes.

Young Master Zeng crossed his arms and sneered: "I said Grumpy Xiao, you came out of the library pavilion of Zhaoming Academy. Zhaoming Academy is my home! Why did I follow you!"

After hearing what Mr. Xiao said, he was speechless for a moment. Looking at Master Zeng's smug face, he could only grit his teeth, turn around and clenched his fists to continue walking.

Master Zeng smiled, walked a few steps and trotted side by side with Mr. Xiao: "Speaking of which, you are still an item in my house, but I don't know what it is. I have seen mops, brooms, dog hair, house beams, inkstones... No one is as irritable as you! Show me what illusion you are!"

"roll!"

The moon is setting, the autumn frost is sinking, and the old carp in the pond floats to the surface of the water, gurgling and spitting out water bubbles, as if they are muttering again: all things have spirits, things become spirits for a long time, and the world has spirits. It's all about the world.

It was another sunny afternoon, the ancient opera stage was being set up, and the teahouses were starting to fill up.Young Master Zeng looked up at the high autumn sky, one by one white cloud, this one looks like a house, and that one looks like a mountain.

"There is probably a world inside the clouds. Some people live in the clouds, some people live in the land, and some people live in the dew..."

A somber voice came from next to my ear: "This young master Zeng has lost his mind recently, he is standing at the gate looking up at the sky~" "It's a pity for Wan Guan's family wealth, look at this straight dress, who is it?" I know I'm a fool..." "My parents must have done something wrong to give birth to a child, so my brain is broken..."

Through the thick lenses, Master Zeng looked at the human figures coming and going, and from time to time, someone pointed at him...

Master Zeng chuckled, put his hands in his trouser pockets, approached a row of private seats, suddenly lifted his foot and kicked over the table, the glass vase fell to pieces.The proprietress hurried out when she heard the noise: "Young master, what does this mean!"

"I'm booking the show today! Get everyone out of here." Young Master Zeng sat in a private seat facing the stage, crossing his legs.

The proprietress didn't know what to do for a while, the show she saw was about to start, and the teahouse was full of people.

"If you don't want to kill anyone, then hurry up and drive them away." Master Zeng said lightly, the proprietress was so frightened that her legs were limp, shopkeeper Han just died tragically in the account room, there were several murders in the town, could it be... The proprietress rushed to greet Dude chases people.

When Mr. Xiao was putting on his makeup, he heard the sound of guys chasing people outside, and he couldn't put on the half-painted red makeup.Seeing that Jiao'er hadn't come out for a long time, the proprietress was afraid that the young master would blame her, so she ran to the backstage to urge her. Seeing that Mr. Xiao's face was clean, he hadn't put on makeup at all, and he hadn't changed his costume. He just stared blankly at himself in the mirror. Master Zeng is right. He doesn't know where he came from, where he is going, why he came to this teahouse to sing, and why he must kill those who speak bad words. He feels that he should not be on this muddy land. But I don't know where he should be.

"Mr. Xiao! It's time to play! There are distinguished guests who have booked the venue today, so don't offend them!" The proprietress persuaded her kindly.

Mr. Xiao just sat upright with no emotion on his face.

The proprietress was anxious: "Mr. Xiao, what do you mean, I paid your wages!"

"He just doesn't want to sing it to me!" Young Master Zeng strolled to the backstage, leaning against the doorway and said with a half-smile.

"Okay, you go out, I will give you the money as usual." Young master Zeng waved his hand to let the proprietress go out, sat next to Mr. Xiao, hung his glasses on his nose, turned his big eyes to the person in front of him, tsk tsk Praise: "Quick Xiao, you have a fairy beauty and a beautiful face!" Come closer and smell it, the fragrance of ink!Mr. Xiao smells like ink!Master Zeng couldn't help reaching out to touch Mr. Xiao's chest again, but was blocked back without any suspense.

Young Master Zeng rubbed his sore arm and muttered, "This Mo Xiang, you are not a book, are you! That must be such a violent and boring book!"

Mr. Xiao stood up to leave, but Master Zeng said loudly, "I will always follow you! I will never leave you! Until you let me read your heart and make you leave."

Mr. Xiao whispered: "Your white marble is useless, I can kill you."

"Then try it! See if you can kill the Duling!" Master Zeng stood in front of Mr. Xiao and raised his neck.

Mr. Xiao just glanced at Master Zeng's fair neck and walked out.

Holding a flat boat, one person stands on the bow and the other lies on the stern, and sails out along the river around the city. There is a lake surrounded by mountains, with two silvery white waterfalls flying down.The moon tonight is full again, not like a crescent moon anymore.

"I followed you all day, but I didn't expect you to come here." Young master Zeng lay on the stern and squinted for a while, and when he woke up, the moon was already in the sky.

"Either dive in the deep pool, or fly in the sky." Mr. Xiao looked up at the night sky. He couldn't go down to the deep pool, let alone fly into the sky.

Master Zeng Huo De sat up, the boat shook and splashed circles of water: "You let me save you."

Mr. Xiao just stood there without speaking. His back was straight, his shoulders were broad, and he wore a coarse gray coat with an air of immortality.At this time, he has nothing to do with the graceful Dan Jiaoer on the stage.

"Whether you don't want to leave or if you have any concerns, I can help you reach Consummation."

Mr. Xiao turned his face slightly, and caught a glimpse of Young Master Zeng's gaze from the corner of his eye. Zeng's eyes were big, clear and bright, and he was always full of expectation and hope when looking at him.He always said he wanted to read his heart, but he didn't have a heart at all, his chest was empty!

"It's fine if you don't want to, I'll follow you all the time, and I won't let you kill any more people. I believe that one day I will paint you into a painting." Young Master Zeng lay down again, looking at the faint night sky, with Zi Gray cold moon.

There is a spacious and tall study room in Zhaoming Academy. Master Zeng spends most of his time in it during the day. A picture table carved with a hundred-year-old nanmu root is placed in the center, and paintings are densely hung on the four walls.Mr. Xiao looked up and saw some complex paintings, an old room with several people inside.Some paintings are simple, just a tree, a cloud, a well, a leaf, or even a speck of dust...

"Everything in the floating world has spirits. In this floating world, there are not only people." At night, Young Master Zeng changed into a black long gown, and stood in front of the picture case window with dim lights.

Long, long ago, when Mr. Xiao was still in Zangshu Pavilion, he knew that there was an idiot who painted here every day, and a painting was a complete accomplishment.

Young Master Zeng raised his hand to grind the ink, and the fragrance of the ink wafted in bursts, getting thicker and thicker, filling the room.The young master was just about to draw some ink, sniffing his nose, but felt a burst of tea fragrance coming, before he could react, a cold light flashed, and a dagger stabbed at him!He hurriedly dodged back, the dagger stopped in the air, and Mr. Xiao grabbed the wrists holding the dagger.

Master Zeng grasped the white jade whistle on his chest in shock. There was a crack in the white jade, and his perception was also weakened.The girl in Tsing Yi who wanted to stab him in front of him was not human either.

Mr. Xiao grabbed the girl in Tsing Yi's neck, and with a little force, his soul would fly away.

"Don't kill her!" Master Zeng approached the girl, "Why did you kill me?"

"You are the smelly bastard!" The girl roared out from her throat, her eyes were full of murderous intent!

"Biluochun!" Master Zeng came to his senses, that day in the teahouse, he had vomited Biluochun and scolded him for the smelly smell!

"Mr. Xiao! Hold her down for me! I want to read her heart!" Before Mr. Xiao could respond, Master Zeng placed his hand on the girl's chest, and closed his eyes tightly. vividly.The elf has no heart, but has a knot, and if there is a knot that cannot be solved, it becomes an adult.

This is the first time Mr. Xiao has seen a spirit being read. There is no golden light shining, and no strong wind blowing up. It is just a young man reading a passage of the past with his heart. The past is full of regrets and pain, because there is no knot in his heart, so what? Will become a spirit?Mr. Xiao looked at Master Zeng's increasingly frowning brows, and he looked at the room full of silk paintings, one after another, full of tears.

Young Master Zeng slowly opened his eyes, looked at the crying girl, and said, "Bi Luochun, I have wronged you, I will help you get rid of your origins, and return your innocent life experience."

The girl in Tsing Yi didn't make any more trouble, and left silently, leaving behind a room full of tea fragrance.

Mr. Xiao asked, "What did you read?"

Young master Zeng looked at the gibbous moon outside the window and said: "When Emperor Qianlong visited Taihu Lake, he bestowed the name Biluochun. Since then, he has had a spirit. Later generations of tea growers mixed other tea seedlings to sell the real and fake tea... ..." The young master sighed, returned to the table and picked up a pen to write a letter: "Speaking of which, most of the tea fields on the west mountain of Taihu Lake belong to my family... I planted the tea fields myself, and blurted out insults at her. She has the intention of killing me. The heart is also within reason.”

It rained for several days in Qingwu Town, and when the sky cleared up again, the moon was nearly full.From the new moon to the full moon, it's just a cycle after another.

The ancient stage has never been played again, and everyone in the town knows that it was the young master of the Zeng family who invited Mr. Xiao into the house, and he was the only one who listened to the singing.

In those days, there was the sound of rain outside the window, and the melodious music inside the window.Wipe the bright red oil paint on the painting table with one finger and caress the corners of the eyes, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of affection.

"I've never met you in that life~why did you come here..."

The autumn wind is puzzled and blows the drawing paper on the case.Master Zeng lifted his pen and raised his head, and he could see a full moon outside the window. Under the moon was the ancient and solemn roof ridge of Zangshu Pavilion. Xiao, standing on the ridge with his hands behind his back, stood from the waning of the moon to the full moon.He always looks up to the sky slightly, the wind blows his long gown, his hair, the clouds float by the moon, the bright autumn night, the turbid world, as if at a certain moment, he will fly away with the moonlight, passing away from this world .

Young Master Zeng lowered his head and shook the cold white jade whistle on his chest, although the jade whistle was broken...

Master Zeng stepped on the window railing, and his clothes fluttered and fell on Mr. Xiao's side. The jade moon seemed to be hanging by his hand. Looking around, there were lights in every house in Qingwu Town, and on the river in the distance, fishing boats holding lamps Today is the Mid-Autumn festival.

Mr. Xiao turned around and faced Young Master Zeng, his broad chest was exposed behind his hands.Master Zeng looked at Xiao in shock, he read relief in his eyes, today, he is willing to let him save him!

Master Zeng hurriedly raised his hand, but when he was about to touch Mr. Xiao's chest, he froze.He was actually a little scared, afraid of seeing Xiao's predecessor, Xiao's past and knots.

A pair of warm hands held Zeng's and pressed him on his chest. Master Zeng turned his head away and closed his eyes. The elf had no heart, only knots, while the temperature of Xiao's palm was hot and real.

White clouds and gray dogs, stars and seas are flowing, and thousands of years have been condensed into a thin piece of paper, which is also frivolous and shocking.Master Zeng opened his eyes suddenly, looking at Mr. Xiao, there was more indignation and pain in his eyes.Shaking off Mr. Xiao's hand, turning over and jumping off the roof, a smear of moonlight shone on the brows, like tears like fireflies.

Young Master Zeng rushed into the Library Pavilion like crazy, shouting: "Come here! Hold the lamp!"

The servants hurriedly brought lights and lanterns, and saw the young master of the Zeng family stumbling all the way to the second floor, got into the most inconspicuous compartment, knocked down the bookshelf beside him, climbed up the dilapidated wooden ladder, and leaned against the wall. At the top of the bookshelf, I took out a collection of Tang poems, and the servants came in with a lantern, and the room was full of dust.Young Master Zeng stroked the ashes on the poetry collection, and his fingerprints fell down, ring by ring like annual rings of time.

Young Master Zeng held the collection of poems in his chest, and rushed to the study with the books scattered all over the floor.The servants were not surprised when they saw the young master’s crazy behavior, leaving a few people to clean up the broken books. Under the candlelight, the books in this room were all folk music, Han Yuefu, Yuan Zaju, Qing opera... ...Peach Blossom Fan, Peony Pavilion...

In front of the painting table in the study, Master Zeng turned over the old and yellowed pages, and a poem by Tang Wuming came into view: "There is beauty for the Lin family, and the hidden pan can follow it. If you mark the strangeness at the beginning, you will be a treasure, and if you express your wisdom, you will be called a dragon... ..." This is a five-character poem that praises the dragon, and the word "dragon" seems to have been wetted by a drop of water. "especially".

Master Zeng raised his head and looked out of the window. Mr. Xiao was still standing on the roof of the Library Pavilion, but this time, he was facing the dim yellow corner of the window and looked deeply at the person inside.Mr. Xiao is the character "dragon" in this ancient poem. People are contemptuous...

Young Master Zeng lowered his head and raised his hand to grind the ink. Every time the graphite slides around, the past becomes clearer by an inch.A drop of tear fell on the inkstone, Young Master Zeng had tears streaming down his face, his big eyes were full of reluctance, what he had read was far more than just knowing his predecessor, but he had to send him away, he was a dragon in the sky, he was The world is not worthy!

Holding the writing brush in the palm of his hand, his fingertips trembled, and the word "dragon" slipped away. At this moment, it was like a black ancient knife, piercing Young Master Zeng's heart.After several times of writing, he was finally reluctant to give up. He raised his eyes and looked under the moon, and he was still looking at him. The moonlight diffused behind him, like the holy light of a dragon...

Young Master Zeng smiled, suppressing the sadness in his heart, took a deep breath, clenched the pen in his hand, and added a pair with his own hands, the character "尤" became "Dragon".

Long Tang. Anonymous

There is beauty as a family, and the hidden pan can follow.

Biaoqi Chu Yunbao, Biaozhi is called a dragon

The big ravine is thousands of miles long, and the deep spring is solid and ninefold.

I still know that there are tears, how fortunate to meet this time.

Thousands of years ago, who wrote this poem, who met this dragon, who was so desperate, who trapped who.

"I've never met you in that life~why did you come here..."

In front of the window, under the moonlight, there is only one lonely window and a painter.Many years have passed, and he is still used to looking up every few strokes. He can see, in the halo of the full moon, a long silver dragon dancing around, like light, like a dream.

I don't know when, the white marble whistle on the chest healed, the cracks disappeared, and it was glowing with blood every day to protect the spirit.

That night, Young Master Zeng fell asleep on the desk. He dreamed that in the mist of the sky, a young man was walking towards him. Reflecting the moonlight, it hurt his eyes...

"It's so dazzling..." Xiaoxi muttered.

"Ah Xi, get up, it's already afternoon." Yu Liang opened the curtains, and the clear afternoon sun hit Xiao Xi's eyes.

Xiaoxi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He went back to sleep and had a long dream. He couldn't remember many details of the dream. He forgot when he opened his eyes, but He remembered the tall man standing on the roof under the moon, and he remembered seeing him in his dream when he came back...

Xiao Xi suddenly sat up: "Come here!"

Xiao Yuliang approached obediently: "What are you doing?"

Xiaoxi tore off Yuliang's shirt with her hands. There was no dragon, and she stretched out her hand to caress Yuliang's chest.

Yu Liang squeezed Xiao Xi's small face: "Ah Xi, let's hurry up, Liu Yuhan and Brother Cheng said they are going to celebrate the festival, and I have to go shopping in a while." Xi.

Xiaoxi rolled and dodged: "What's so fast and slow!"

Yuliang licked his lips and pinched his waist: "You just woke up, humming, tearing clothes and touching my..."

Xiao Xi burst out laughing, picked up the clothes and put them on Yu Liang: "It's getting cold, put on your clothes!"

Xiao Yuliang reluctantly went downstairs to buy groceries, Xiao Xi got up and opened the curtains, and sighed, "It's so good!"

It's great, it's Mid-Autumn Festival again, this time, he is the real Xiao Yuliang.

Before it was dark, Cheng Fangxu came to the door with five big crabs, changed his shoes and went to the kitchen: "Da Liangzi! Have you bought the pork I asked you to buy! Brother Cheng will cook you braised pork today! Steam another big crab!"

"I bought it!" Xiao Yuliang followed into the kitchen, pointing to the onion, ginger and garlic on the chopping board, and the soy sauce and rock sugar in the cupboard.

Xiaoxi leaned against the kitchen, always thinking that as the host, he had to cook a dish before he said it. After going through the recipe in his mind, he remembered that his grandmother taught him to make chicken soup with red dates and goji berries. It tasted so delicious!

"Hey, Brother Cheng, let me make chicken soup!"

After hearing this, Xiao Yuliang pushed Xiaoxi out of the kitchen: "There is no pot of stewed chicken soup! Yuhan will be here in a while, you two go to the living room to play games..."

"No! Let me tell you, my grandmother's stewed chicken soup is delicious! Put red dates and goji berries! Cantonese-style stew!" Xiaoxi shouted: "Do you have red dates and goji berries at home!"

Xiaoxi didn't think much about it, she just wanted to come up with a dish, but Yuliang heard him mention grandma, thinking that Xiaoxi missed grandma during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he must have this chicken soup.

"I'll go buy it!" Yuliang said as he was about to change his shoes.

"Didn't you just come back from grocery shopping? Let Liu Yuhan not carry it!" Xiaoxi nestled into the sofa and sent a message to Liu Yuhan.

In the evening, Liu Yuhan came in with red dates, wolfberries and two large boxes of mooncakes.

Xiaoxi complained: "You came too slowly!"

Yuhan said helplessly: "I went out to do some errands today, the road was stuck in traffic for an hour, and I spent a long time looking for a parking space to buy red dates and goji berries!"

Xiaoxi took red dates and goji berries to prepare stewed chicken, but found that Yuliang was frying meat in a frying pan, and steaming crabs in a steamer: "Yuliang, what kind of stewed chicken should I use?"

"Pressure cooker!"

"Huh? The chicken must be so tender!"

"I'll make do with it today, I'll buy a casserole later, and I'll stew it for you!"

Xiaoxi put the whole chicken into the pressure cooker, washed some red dates and goji berries, put in some seasonings from memory, closed the lid of the pressure cooker, and waited for it to be cooked. Blanch the ginger cooking wine, and then stew it on a high fire and then a low fire... Xiao Xi looked at the pressure cooker that started to work, forget it!So be it!It's good when it's cooked!

Back in the living room, I saw Liu Yuhan unpacking the mooncakes. This year, the mooncakes are in the shape of persimmons!

"This year's mooncakes are cute." Xiaoxi took one and opened it.

"No, this is Shishi Ruyi!" Liu Yuhan picked up his phone to take a picture, Xiaoxi glanced at it, and Yuhan sent the photo to Liu Yuning.Yes, among the five of them, only Liu Yuning is in the Hengdian crew, otherwise they will be all together.

Cheng Fangxu washed his hands and came out of the kitchen: "Stir-fry another vegetable and you can start eating!" Yu Han handed over the moon cake: "Brother Cheng, eat the moon cake first!"

"Hey! This thing is interesting!"

Xiaoxi took the mooncakes and went to the kitchen to find Yuliang. Yuliang had just poured oil into the pot, with washed vegetables beside him.

"Eat a mooncake." Xiao Xi handed the mooncake to Yu Liang's mouth.

"I'll eat it later." Yuliang put a handful of dried chilies into the pot, sizzling, and the oily smoke came out to choke people.

"You go out first." Yuliang asked Xiaoxi to go out, and Xiaoxi insisted on holding the moon cake: "Eat now, this is called Shishi Ruyi. I think my Yuliang can make everything go well."

Yuliang looked at Xiaoxi's big eyes, smiled and leaned forward to take a bite, his soft lips touched Xiaoxi's fingers.

Xiaoxi really likes Yuliang's lips, they are soft and red, and if she likes them, she wants to kiss them. Xiaoxi turned Yuliang's head, pointed at Yuliang's lips, and kissed Yuliang!

There was the sound of crackling and splashing oil.

"What's wrong!" Cheng Fangxu shouted outside.

Yu Liang hurriedly turned off the fire, the dried peppers in the pot were all blackened!

Xiao Xi came out with a proud face, eating the half moon cake in her hand.There is a new message on the phone, Xiaoxi picked it up to look, it was Zhang Lei, reminding him to take a photo to send his fans holiday greetings.

Xiao Xi turned on the camera, brushed her hair, and picked up a piece of moon cake: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Although the fire was too high when the vegetables were fried, the chicken in the pressure cooker was not in shape, and the tomatoes and eggs were fried casually to make up the number, but the braised pork was good, and the steamed crab was also very successful. The table was red, green and green. Together, so rich!

After Yuliang finished his work, he picked up his phone and found that the studio's new publicity director had sent him a WeChat message: "Yuliang, if you want, you can post a Weibo, all the fans are here."

Xiao Yuliang smiled, he will definitely post it during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and replied: "Okay, I will see."

The message came back quickly: "Don't say too much, just happy Mid-Autumn Festival. I have sent everything I need to say to the account of the fan club. It's clear now, so be extra careful."

Xiao Yuliang looked at every word and every word and felt very at ease. He knew that his colleagues were doing it for his own good. He had professional people to guide him and take care of him, as well as a group of fans who never left him. He could walk more bravely.

He raised his mobile phone, took a photo of this table of meals, and sent the photo to the publicity director: "I will post this photo later, and the copywriting is Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

The supervisor replied: "Yes! No problem! Yuliang, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, I hope we can make progress together!"

The four of them sat down at the table, Yu Han opened a bottle of drink, after a while Brother Cheng had to drive back, Yu Liang's health was not fully recovered, so the drink was forfeited.

Seeing Yuliang seriously replying to the message, Xiao Xi asked, "Are you uncle or aunt?"

Yu Liang shook his head: "No, the company."

"Let you blog?" Xiao Xi asked Cheng Ge, bringing a big crab.

Yu Liang nodded.Xiaoxi is very happy for Yuliang from the bottom of his heart. Yuliang's personal studio has started to recruit new employees one after another. They are all experienced veterans in the industry. I asked Zhang Lei to inquire about it in private. He has a good character and is a practical person.

"I heard Zhang Lei say that the other day, he praised your fan club for its well-written copywriting, which is impeccable and logical." Xiao Xi said with a smile.

Yu Liang smiled: "I don't care, it's all done by them."

When mentioning the work, Cheng Fangxu gnawed on the crab and said, "I heard that your Sihai inheritance has passed the newly registered drama this year! It seems to be called Ukiyo-e? Are you playing the leading role?"

Xiao Yuliang gave Xiao Xi a piece of chicken: "The Floating World