Five days later, the carriage to Suzhou stopped, and the mystery of a city with as long a history as Yangzhou and a prosperous city was gradually unveiled. It was like a graceful gentleman living in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, with unique elegance and a Jianghu atmosphere that could not be found anywhere else.
There are books and ink in literature, martial arts in Jianghu, and all kinds of people intertwining in the wide and narrow alleys. This is the real scenery of Suzhou.
But Xia Shang was not in the mood to appreciate it. As he was walking among the arrogant cars in the city, Xia Shang's frown could not relax for a moment.
In the same car, Xian'er was wearing a bright long dress like a blooming rose, with just the right amount of pink and ink, showing off her sultry beauty.
It's a pity that no one appreciates it. Xia Shang's heart is not here. Although five days have passed, he really can't forget the girl who said "I like you" when she was dying.
Five days of silence made Xian'er feel uneasy.
When they first met that day, Xian'er saw the two sentences on the simple tombstone and already understood what happened.
Therefore, he followed him all the way without saying a word, only giving Xia and Shang time to relax.
Now that they have arrived at their destination, Xian'er thought about it several times and finally asked: "Sir, we have arrived in Suzhou, where are you going?"
Xia Shang thought for a while and thought of the place called "Baozhilin" that he had agreed with Qin Sang. However, he was not in the right mood to think too much at the moment, so he shook his head: "There is nowhere to go."
"Then the young master is traveling with Xian'er. When will the young master decide where to go and Xian'er will send him off?"
Xia Shang nodded and didn't want to say any more.
Xian'er was overjoyed and called the driver to find a good restaurant.
Xia Shang needed wine and a big drunken occasion.
Xia Shang himself didn't know how he got through the night in the restaurant. He only knew that Xian'er stayed in the guest room of the restaurant all night, and he also vomited all over Xian'er.
When I woke up again, the suppressed sadness was somewhat relieved.
Sitting at the table in the guest room, there was a pot of tea and a warm handkerchief on the table.
Xian'er opened the window, and the morning breeze brought in the smell of Suzhou.
Seeing that Xia Shang looked good, Xian'er asked: "Is the young master any better?"
"Thanks."
"Since we met by chance, there is no need to say thank you."
"Thank you anyway. But why did Miss Xian'er appear in Taihu Lake?"
"Now that the whole world knows that Mr. Cao is trapped in Taihu Lake, Xian'er is naturally here to rescue the young master."
"Back in Yulin County, I treated you like that, and you still came to save me?"
"Back in Yichun Court, the young master risked his life for Xian'er, and Xian'er risked his life for the young master!"
Xian'er's words were indifferent, but Xia Shang's heart sank, and he couldn't help but get angry: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't be sentimental! I don't need you to be like this! Don't come to save me in the future!"
Xian'er frowned slightly, but was not angry. She simply asked: "Young master, is this because of the girl named Qian Qian?"
Xia Shang was silent, his face became sad again, and even his handsome appearance looked ugly.
Xian'er sat down, faced Xia Shang, calmed down, and then asked: "Master, can you tell me about that girl Qian Qian?"
The shallowness will eventually make you feel shallow, but the friendship will be shallow but deep.
Xia Shang fell into memories. It would be best if someone is willing to listen.
A long conversation ended with a stick of incense, the light from the window gradually became warmer, and Xia Shang's voice finally stopped.
The story stops there, with the sentence "Love is deep but love is shallow, silence is better than sound."
Xia Shang was a little tired and took a sip of tea to hide his bitter smile.
"Miss Qianqian is lucky. She can hear a story about Red Mansions without tragedy. This is the long-cherished wish of many girls in the world. Besides, she also gained the master's lifetime memories. Even Xian'er would like such a death.
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"Like? What do you like! I told you women not to be self-righteous! I don't need you to fight hard, and I don't need you to save me!"
Xia Shang was suddenly excited, but Xian'er seemed to want to know a question: "If one day, Xian'er also dies for the young master, will the young master..."
"Snapped!"
Xia Shang slapped his palm on the table, stood up and said coldly: "Stop talking anymore, you are here alone, I have to go."
"Go? Where to go?" Xian'er was surprised.
Xia Shang ignored him and went out on his own.
"Master, where are you going? I'll ask someone to take you there."
"No, you and I are just casual acquaintances. It's best not to see each other in the future."
After that, Xia Shang closed the door and left without stopping.
Inside the room, Xian'er smiled faintly, seemingly not paying attention to what Xia Shang said. She took out a folding fan from her sleeve, slowly opened it, and looked at it carefully. She saw that there were words on the front and back of the folding fan, "Gong" and "Gong".
"name".
The folding fan was gently swayed again, and Xian'er chuckled and said to herself: "Those who are not afraid of heaven and earth will eventually be afraid. They say whether they have seen or not seen, they will come back to beg me in a few days. Let's wait and see."
"
Looking at Xia Shang again, it is better to say to run away than to leave at this moment.
He doesn't want to see his relatives and friends around him leave. He just wants those who care about him and care about him to live a better life, and to make everyone around him worry-free. He doesn't want to bear too much heavy kindness.
This sounds great, but is actually selfish.
A layman likes to be unrestrained, act casually, and hopes that everything will be perfect.
But how can reality be so simple?
The more concerns, the more fetters, and the more constraints.
A relationship is like a lock that can never be opened in Xia Shang's heart. It can only be carried around forever, heavy.
One Qian Qian will make Xia Shang's heart bruised all over. If it's Xian'er, if it's Shangguanchan, if it's Huairou...
Xia Shang didn't dare to think about it.
In the past, Xia Shang was very clear about his own path.
After this incident, Xia Shang suddenly became confused.
I walked to the streets of Suzhou and watched the people rushing by. I walked two streets in a daze and accidentally saw a fortune teller setting up a stall under a locust tree.
It looked very much like the way Xia merchants set up stalls back then.
Looking back, all the things I have done and encountered are all because of a lot or a hexagram.
If he hadn't calculated that his own disaster was coming, he wouldn't have had the intention to go to Suzhou. If he hadn't gone to Suzhou, he wouldn't have met Qian Qian, and maybe Qian Qian wouldn't have...
"Master Xia."
A voice brought back Xia Shang's thoughts.
Xia Shang looked back and saw an ordinary man: "Who are you?"
"Sir, my master would like to ask you to come over and have a talk."
"Who is your master?"
"Young master, please forgive me. It's inconvenient to reveal this. I will know it when I get there."
Xia Shang hesitated.
The other party added: "Master, please rest assured, we don't have any ill intentions. From the moment the master entered Suzhou, the villain started waiting in the restaurant. Please don't make it difficult for the villain."
"From the moment I entered Suzhou, did you notice me?"
Xia Shang was a little confused, but also a little curious. Who is it?
"Okay, I'll go with you."
The middle-aged man nodded respectfully and waved his hand, and a sedan came over by the roadside.
After getting into Chejiao, after a while of burning incense, Chejiao stopped.
Xia Shang thought he was from Bao Zhilin, but the door in front of him said "Heroes Village". (To be continued)