Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 284
It is late autumn.

It was raining at night, most of the chrysanthemums that bloomed beautifully during the day withered, and the grass and trees on the river bank were withered and yellow, and the darkness and scars like splashed ink were everywhere.

The turbid river roared and slapped the embankment, and in the drizzle, a pitch-black boat came riding the wind like a sharp arrow.

There is a lamp hanging on the boat, and the old man standing on the bow with his hands behind his back is already seventy years old. His snow-white inner lining is meticulous and wrinkle-free, and he is wearing an ancient Japanese dress of pure black brocade on the outside.

The jade belt around the waist is even more precious.

On the wrinkled vicissitudes of the face, it is difficult to conceal the solemnity.

He said coldly, "I haven't changed my original intention for 20 years, Daqi, Jiang Buying, here I come again."

As far as he could see, Jinling City was hidden at the end of the rain curtain, and the bright lights could be seen faintly.

Just like 20 years ago.

……

On the banks of the river, above the mountains.

An old tombstone stands majestically.

The old man sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone, clothed in cloth and wooden hairpin, with white beard and hair.

He is holding a purple clay pot and is sipping slowly.

When he smiled at the tombstone, he did not have a sense of transparency after years of precipitation, "20 years, that dog finally came to Daqi again... I know, I know that one day, he will definitely come back. I let him go by mistake 20 years ago, this time, I will kill Daqi and make amends for you."

On the empty mountain top, everything is a cold gray.

The tombstone is silent.

There is only autumn rain all over the sky, which is cold and bone-chilling.

In the dark and cold tones, someone came with an umbrella and a lantern.

The young man in green cloth shoes stepped on the dry grass slowly, and the fine water droplets splashed wet the skirt of his robe.

He walked behind the old man, bent down and put the bamboo basket in front of the tombstone.

In the bamboo basket, there is a pot of wine, a chrysanthemum, and a knife.

The old man raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "Boss, I told you not to bring wine, why, you want a drunk to help you take care of Banfenghe?"

"Tsk, old man Jiang," Xiao Tingchen showed distaste, "I don't know who is holding a purple sand pot all day to pretend, whether the pot is filled with tea or wine, do you think I don't know?"

"Little bunny!"

The old man laughed and scolded.

He stretched out his hand, caressed the tombstone with his old fingertips, and his vicissitudes of eyes were full of tenderness, "When my wife was alive, she didn't like me to drink the most. Whenever she saw me holding the wine jar, she would grab my ear and scold me. If When she saw that I was bringing wine to her grave, she jumped out of the coffin and scolded me to death?"

Xiao Tingchen smiled, threw away the paper umbrella and sat down next to him, and poured two glasses of wine himself, "Without wine, how can you spend the past 20 years of enmity? Jiang old man, come, I will drink with you."

The crude Huadiao old wine, half a coin a pot, is too harsh to drink.

An old man who never gets drunk after a thousand cups can barely get drunk after only two sips tonight.

He closed his eyes, leaned against the tombstone and murmured:

"Fenghe, I'm drinking again... You fucking jumped out and scolded me..."

Autumn rains.

It fell on the face of the old man, and the water droplets criss-crossed.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

……

Falling Crane Ting, Chen Deng night rain.

Su Jiu lay beside the window string, his pupils reflecting the light and shadow in the garden.

In half a month, it will be the Xiangdao Grand Competition. She asked herself that the level of Xiangdao could not be inferior among the six people, so she should be able to be selected...

"Miss," Bai Lu came in carrying a basin, "it's time to wash up and go to bed."

Just as Su Jiu was about to get up, he glanced at the silver carved mask in his hand, and his expression became gentle.

Touching the mask with her fingertips, she treasured it and hid it under the pillow.

Bai Lu thought it was funny, and asked with a smile: "Miss hugs it to sleep every night. To Miss, this is a very important thing, right? Whose mask is it?"

The little girl smiled shyly and said nothing.

girls mind,

You can sue Ye Yu,

May I ask Chen Deng,

But it cannot be explained to outsiders.

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See you tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)