"Mr. Zhang Liang" or "Mr. Zhang Liang", he will barely give me a good look.

He once abandoned his poor clothes.

"Ovary." This is still a more appropriate title, I rubbed the corners of my swollen eyes, "It's too windy, I should go back."

I stood up, and the body that was about to move was pulled by a force, and then fell into a familiar thin embrace.

I once regarded it as a treasure.

"Ah Zhen, I regret letting people take advantage of me." He whispered in my ear, and the next moment, he let me go.

The last cold and profound words, many years later, when I think about it, it is hard for me to imagine that it would come from the gentle and personable mouth of him.

"What is lost, one day, I will take it back with my own hands, all of it."

In fact, he is the same as me, his heart is incomplete, and he becomes worried about gain and loss because of inseparability.Although his heart is strong, the crack in his heart cannot be filled no matter what.

No matter how warm the sun was overhead, it couldn't penetrate that crack, not even a shred of it.

I lived in Xingyang for a while, and Zhang Liang was free every day, wandering around with me, leaving our footprints in the entire Xingyang city.Chen Ping is very busy, and I don't know what he is busy with. He always smiles mischievously. When he sees Zhang Liang and me, he also has a look on his face, "Don't come here to disturb my thinking. I want to be a quiet and handsome man." " expression.

I have a bad feeling, although I don't know what monster Chen Ping will make, but someone must be unlucky.

"Zifang, I want to see your Pei Gong." If I kill him, I will retire.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "Now it's time to change the name to His Majesty."

"Then I want to see His Majesty Liu Laosan and see his beautiful face."

"Ah Zhen, it's not safe here, don't talk nonsense."

"Yes, yes, Master Zhang." I teased, "Let's go and see His Majesty Liu Laosan."

"Get rid of the first three words."

"Let's go see Liu Laosan."

"Ah Zhen!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, let's go see His Majesty." Seeing that he was a little angry, I stopped teasing him and changed my words sensibly.Seeing that he seemed to be hesitant, I said again, "Don't worry, I will definitely not kill him, even though Fan Zeng asked me to kill him."

"Ah Zhen, you—" Zhang Liang obviously knew my purpose a long time ago, but he was surprised that I could tell him personally.

I scratched my head embarrassingly, and said with a guilty conscience: "When I killed Han Wangcheng back then, I was heartless. Now that I have recovered my original heart, I will never fight against you again, let alone embarrass you. I promise." At the end, I added another sentence: "Although I can't stand with you."

The last sentence made his expression gradually freeze again.

Before he could speak, I touched my nose and hurriedly said: "It's getting late, let's go see His Majesty."

I figured that Liu Laosan was either eating or washing his feet. Who knew he was eating and washing his feet at the same time.And it is absurd that a girl feeds him and a girl washes his feet.

There was even a girl singing a song, her voice was melodious and desolate, the vicissitudes of time had changed her face, but it did not change the melancholy between her brows.

Songs are new songs, people are old people.

"The kindness of the king in this life is not enough, I hope that there will be a life to transform the spring mud. The geese pass without traces, the wind is sentimental, and life and death are forgotten in the rivers and lakes."

The boy Wan Ge danced his sword against the wind under the moonlight, and the faint moonlight softened the sharpness and indifference on his body.

He said, Ji Zhen, if you die, I will kill everyone here to be buried with you, including myself.

As time passed and the stars moved, his black hair turned into snow-white hair, but there was a small arc around his lips, which was already alluring.

His life ended in the early spring of that year.

Gradually, the wind rises, and the flowers float, and I finally remember that he and I first met under the peach blossom tree.

—Are you new here?

--Yes.

--What's your name?

--I……

— How about calling you late song?

"Laughing and talking flowers in front of people, whoever listens to crying behind people. The one who loves you is you, whoever is wrong and whoever is right has no basis."

I still don't understand where Long Qie's attachment to me comes from.

In my memory, the first time I met was at his house. There was no romance between the desperate thief and the young master who was taking a bath.The second meeting was in Sanghai. The student who lived under the fence and the general who fell into the grass had no romance.

But he always protects me and helps me again and again.

Therefore, what is owed to him may not be clear in this life.

"You are the tenderness in the eyes, and the flowers and water drift in the love. You are the holding hands in the dream, and there is nowhere to wake up in the entanglement of life."

When I close my eyes, I can even see myself at the age of 13, persistently following behind the boy Zhang Liang, stepping on his shadow with strides, smashing countless ancient sunsets repeatedly.

He frowned angrily in front, and I smiled happily in the back.

I used to think that following this would be a lifetime.

Difficult to recite

In a blink of an eye, April is over, and I have spent more than a month of leisure time in Xingyang.

The sun in April was a bit too strong, and the face was slightly hot from the sun, and a shadow fell on it in a trance.

I opened my eyes, but closed them again after a moment.

"It's a bit late today." I complained.

He tidied up the food boxes in his hand until they were opened and placed before he said, "It took some time to make the tea, Ah Zhen can't be blamed."

"In fact, I like drinking alcohol more than drinking tea." I got up from the ground, picked up a piece of pastry and ate it, "But the tea you made tastes good, so I'll make it up, smart and virtuous Qilu Sanhua The delicate and charming purple morning glory~"

"Talking nonsense again," Zhang Liang shook his head helplessly, but there was a hint of teasing in his tone, "You're not afraid of biting your tongue."

"I always think that Qilu Sanhua is much more beautiful than Qilu Sanjie." Qilu Sanhua's delicate voice makes people's hearts flutter, but Qilu Sanjie is noble and glamorous...just for admiration.

Changing a good name can shorten the distance between people.

After I had eaten and drank enough, I lay down comfortably again.There was a thin layer of sweat on my forehead, Zhang Liang stretched out his hand to dry me carefully with a handkerchief, I squinted my eyes and looked at his face, feeling a sense of relief that I had never felt before.

Mo Ya, Wan Ge, Bai Feng, Yin Xue, Jin Se, Long Qi, their figures are gradually fading away.

Sometimes I think of Wan Ge, but I seem to have almost forgotten his appearance.And Long Qi, whether his facial features are handsome, enchanting or resolute, has gradually blurred.All I remember is that he has red hair and red eyes.

Like a burning flame, it's beautiful.

"Are you happy?" Zhang Liang asked me.

"Hmm." I nodded.

happy.

I am very happy.

I don't even think I've ever been this happy in my life.

Regarding the past, we have tacitly kept silent since the beginning of April.

He will tell me some Confucianism and Taoism, and it seems that he understands the theory of all schools of thought.My knowledge is relatively shallow, and I don't want to bring up the past, so I was a rare audience and listened to him without saying a word.

Sometimes I can't help but think that if I can live my whole life like this, it's okay.Let this day last longer, longer.

At this moment, I thought of the little face that resembled him, my son did not doubt it.

No doubt he should grow taller now, I don't know if he will accidentally fall while walking... Long Qi will definitely take good care of him.

I should trust that all of them will be safe and sound.

"Ah Zhen, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," I replied after thinking for a while, "I'm thinking about what you looked like ten years ago."

Ten years ago, at that time, he was 16 years old.

The 16-year-old Zhang Liang in my memory, I don't remember the specific appearance very clearly. I saw him standing under the peach blossom tree with his hands behind his back in a daze, his figure stretched very long by the light.

When I came back to my senses, there was a 26-year-old him in front of me.

Mature and stable, calm and unhurried after being gradually dyed by wind and frost, still handsome, with red lips and white teeth.

"Do you remember that?" His eyes were full of smiles.

"Forget." I coughed lightly and sat up, "Let's go back, it's windy"

I think I have a disease called amnesia. I can't remember many things very clearly, and they are gradually blurred and then forgotten.Not only am I not afraid, but I even hope that this disease will continue to worsen, even if it is terminal.

... all forgotten.

Then, do it all over again?

The next day, it was still sunny.

old place.

I opened my eyes, Zhang Liang was there, but he didn't bring a food box.

His expression was serious, and he was silent for a long time, until I was about to speak, he said slowly: "Fan Zeng has an accident."

My eyes moved slightly, and I asked, "Hang up?"

"Not yet." He shook his head, "The situation is not very good."

"Oh, this old man has too many things to do, really annoying." I sighed, and said, "Let's take a look."

Fan Zeng's situation is indeed not optimistic.

Tens of miles away from Xingyang, there is a hidden small house surrounded by trees.

As soon as I walked into the grove, I saw Chen Ping squatting at the door of the house basking in the sun.

With a weed in his mouth, Chen Ping lit a fire and was cooking something. When he saw Zhang Liang and me coming, he pointed his mouth in the direction of the back room: "Inside."

On the broken straw mat in the house, Fan Zeng was lying dying, his back arched and curled up into a ball. He hadn't seen him for more than a month, and he was pitifully old and thin.

He was muttering something, but I couldn't hear it clearly, so I subconsciously asked, "Master Fan, what are you mumbling about?"

He tried his best to look up at me, and after seeing clearly that it was me, he shook his head and sighed: "I told you to assassinate Liu Bang, he didn't die, but I was about to die.

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