Changsun Xiaochi held the curtain on his shoulder with his hand on his shoulder. His head had already drilled out. He kicked the door and the outside. After hearing this, he calmed down and said with a smile: "Well. Wait for me to get the lamp."

"No need..." Shui Yanxiang called out quickly. There was a kind of axle brake tightly in her voice.

Changsun Xiaochi didn't move.

Apart from each other, he smiled and said, "It's good."

The fragrance of water seemed to be brewing in the darkness. After a while, he slowly said: "Xiao Ai. You are just over thirty years old... In the next half of your life, do you really have to do this and fish for the rest of your life?"

Changsun Xiaochi hesitated for a moment: "What did Brother Chang say to you?"

"It has nothing to do with him." Shui Yanxiang said. "Xiao Ai. It's just my wish that you don't become the Pavilion Master. I gave the 300,000 taels of silver to others. I don't blame you. But now our days..."

"I understand..." Changsun Xiaochi was about to continue. Shui Yanxiang interrupted, "You want to say that food is originally a belly-covering the cold. The more you pursue enjoyment, the further you are from the original purpose. Yes? You want to say that people are dead when they are born. Even if the delicious food is just a poison to quench thirst. The day and day are replaced, it is nothing more than the despise of mediocre people. The world is rolling in the world and the bright moon. No matter how quiet and leisurely the camp is now, it is?"

"Xiaoxiang." Changsun Xiaochi's voice was a little dull. He turned his head to look out the window: "Think about it. How long do you and I have longed for such a starry sky, moonlight, the countryside, those longings, vows, and love words. Do you still remember that people have thoughts of being out of the world in the prosperity. When they are truly quiet, they will inevitably feel lonely... You are a lively person. I understand the housework. I am careless. In the future..."

"It has nothing to do with those."

Shui Yanxiang suddenly raised her voice, as if she was scared. In a daze, she lowered her head slightly in the darkness. Her voice became weaker again: "I don't want those trivial matters to kill you... a dignified man. He carries water, chops firewood, fishes, and washes dishes every day. What kind of heroes are he?..."

Changsun Xiaochi smiled and said, "What kind of hero is a hero? It's just a noun. You and I are both humans. They are ordinary, with hands and feet, nose and eyes. When you get up, you should fold the quilt and wash the dishes after eating. What's wrong with this? Haha. Could it be that you fell in love with the word "hero" instead of the "me" in front of you."

The water smells so quiet.

The windows in the inner and outer rooms divide the moonlight into two channels, sprinkled on her back, and also sprinkled on Changsun Xiaochi's face. Silence is like the darkness between the two. A shadow wall as deep as an abyss was formed in the house.

"Look at me, I always argue with you." As if I was about to break the embarrassment, Changsun Xiaochi smiled gently and turned around: "If you are bored, let's leave here and go out to enjoy the scenery of the world. Is it good?"

Shui Yanxiang has no sound.

"Xiaoxiang..." Changsun Xiaochi wanted to say something. Suddenly he heard the sound of "swipe".

Where the wind blows, something is rushing to the ground. The bones roll at his feet. When he sees the moonlight, he is a half-open mouth with a thin white skin. It is the follower who beats people by the tax officials in the town.

Shui Yanxiang: "When you were selling fish, Xiao Chang was in a nearby inn. He was condescending and clearly visible at a glance. He had already told me what happened today."

Changsun Xiaochi looked at the head and his face turned cold: "This person will not die if he is guilty."

"That doesn't matter." Shui Yanxiang said. "What is important is that you must be bloody and have a strong heart."

Changsun Xiaochi's eyes looked like a pile of white vermicelli covered with black mud and sewage. He felt that his heart seemed to be getting dark, heavier, and heavier.

The house is as quiet as death.

I don't know if it's been a moment or a lifetime...

Shui Yanxiang said: "Do you know how Brother Xiao Chang told me?"

Changsun Xiaochi's neck turned slightly towards her, indicating that he was listening.

Shui Yanxiang: "He said: Sister-in-law. The eldest brother can choose not to be a hero. But he cannot be a man."

The clear light shines on the road, and the shadows of the trees sway.

The ground still has the warmth and humidity of the southern style. The oncoming breeze has already attracted a little bit of autumn coolness.

Chang Sihao rode his horse all the way back to the town inn. He handed over Sanhe Li Hualiu with his shop companions to prepare grass and drinks. He went upstairs and sat by the window again.

Longqing's letter has been handed over to Shui Yanxiang. If she could persuade Changsun Xiaochi to make her head angry, then the two of them would meet at the inn before noon tomorrow and go to Jiangnan together.

Although his retirement was a betrayal of his old brothers, I believe that the years and friendship of fighting side by side were still in each other's hearts. After all, he, who was known as invincible, was once so loved. Even Himeohiro, who was a competitor, respected and obedient to him.

People often say that invincibility is loneliness.

But he seems to be different.

Not only is he not lonely, but he is surrounded by a large number of heroes who share joy.

Friends are friends, and enemies are also friends. Such invincibility is lightweight. How many people can do it?

If he comes forward, things will definitely turn around. People who think this way are definitely not just Longqing. But...

Will you come?

Looking around, the clouds are across the stars, and the moon is in the heart of the sky.

At this time last year, I and Qin Langchuan and his gang were still on their way to Datong.

I especially remember that I had wrestled with Uenchi in the Tatar Camp. After winning, I asked the third lady Zhong Jin to keep his promise.

Women will regard the man they love as the whole world. Men often regard women as decorations and vassals of success. As a tribal leader and a hero of a generation, Altan will not be restrained by others. He does not know whether the soft wind beside the pillow can blow his iron heart.

I bet on this bet at the beginning because I knew that although Altan was a lot of Mrs. Khan, he loved Zhong Jin alone.

And Changsun Xiaochi had only one Shuiyan Xiang in his heart.

I hope spring breeze can turn into rain. Don’t follow the autumn air to cool down.

The next morning, I opened the window and saw a little tide from my skin. I looked downstairs. The mist filled the streets and alleys. The green eaves were deep, the white walls were faint, and the long covered, making people feel like a dream in the water town.

After washing up, he had breakfast. He pulled a chair in the tea shed outside the inn. While tasting tea, he waited quietly.

The doors are opened around, the boards are removed, and the sounds of greetings are drizzling. The snack shops, steamed bun shops, tofu shops... All kinds of shops are hung with flags and hang flags. The ones are pulled with flags and hang with flags. The ones are pulled with flags and hang with flags. The ones are pulled with flags and hang with flags. The ones are pulled with flags and hang with flags. The ones are pulled with flags

The fish stall is empty. Occasionally, a buyer asked. The vendors around him shook their heads. Sister Yu Si shouted to the other side: "Why? Sun Xiucai didn't set up a stall today." Dogmouth Sun smiled and said, "Cough. He fished for three days and dried the net for two days. Who is the one who lives a life?" Sister Yu Si muttered: "He bought a lot of wine yesterday. Maybe he drank too much at night." Dogmouth Sun smiled and said, "If you feel sorry for him, just add more water." "Don't waste it

"My sister Yu "slap" the rag in her hand and slapped the wine jar. "My mother's wine is made of good grain. Which jar is mixed with water?" Dogmouth Sun smiled and said, "Yes, don't mix it. It's all water anyway." Yu Si rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Hello. I've got a dog that choked to death. The stewed pot is stinky and the mouth is smelly." Dogmouth Sun laughed. Yu Si sister saw that his old teeth were very funny and laughed for a moment.

Chang Sihao came to listen to them quarrel. It was quite interesting. When he was in Beijing, he was tired of supporting him every day. He smiled and kept calculating in his heart, for fear that he would fall into trouble. The two of them were both out of inadvertent discussions. Even if they were unbearable or vicious, they would laugh. Even if they laughed, no one would remember the grudges of each other.

Maybe Changsun Xiaochi fell in love with such an unintentional world and did not want to go back to the past... While thinking of this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared in the golden light of the rising sun.

The higher the sun, the thinner the fog, the colder the heart.

Seeing the sun passing by, Chang Sihao sighed. If he was willing to come, he really didn't have to wait until noon.

Is it because Shui Yanxiang is powerless to persuade him, or is his heart completely indifferent to the world. Even Longqing's letter...

Forget it. The result is there. The reason is no longer important.

After learning tea money, he went to the inn to find a friend to check out the bill. Look at the teacher's plan to do his best. He only heard the sound of "punching, punching" on the street. When he looked back, several camels were flashing past the door.

He was in a daze and chased the door and looked over. The people in the camel caravan were covered in felt clothes and red sleeves. The head was shining. As expected, they were all monks. A camel in the middle was also carrying a young man in a Chinese costume. The man was tied with his hands on his back, his butt was facing the sky, and his lower abdomen was stuck in the camel saddle for no reason. The face was swollen and red. The camel caravan passed by a small restaurant and slowly settled. Several monks were talking. It seemed that they were interested in fighting here. But the leader in front shouted loudly, as if opposed. Then a group of camels ran to the steamed bun shop.

Chang Sihao looked at the end of the team behind him. He couldn't see clearly what was happening in front of him. At this moment, the monk who led the team came out of the line. His exposed face was high and his nose was straightened, and his ears were wearing golden rings. His head was as bright as butter when the sunlight shone. He immediately recognized it and thought: "Hey. Isn't this Huo Li Guwen?"

A while ago, Altan sent people to attack Oirat. Huoliguwen rushed back. Now he appeared outside Yibin again. It was a bit surprising. Perhaps the battle had been over in the past two months. He turned around and looked behind the door frame. He saw Huoliguwen bought a lot of steamed buns and put them in his cloth pocket. He tied his pockets and tied them together. He swung his mouth on the saddle. He waved to the other monks. The camel team started again. He "punched, pounced" and rushed to the southeast.

Chang Sihao turned around and threw down a silver note. He called for a friend to pull out Sanhe Li Hualiu. He turned over and chased after him.

The sound of horse hooves was too loud. He dared not chase them too close. Fortunately, the road was too wet, leaving many camel marks. He followed the trails for seven or eight miles. The wind in front of him pressed the reeds down. The river was slanted and the camel marks disappeared on the shore. Huo Li Guwen and others disappeared.
Chapter completed!