Your Majesty, I'll Not Be With You

People pass by, no one stops, they are walking in their own direction, and those who were originally busy setting up stalls also murmured a curse, and then began to pack up their own things in a hurry, planning to close business early.

Qinling was glad to have brought a paper umbrella with him when he went out. But even if he was ok, the calligraphy and paintings on the ground could never be caught by the rain, otherwise they would not be sold. Now he has no family and can only rely on selling some calligraphy and painting. If these paintings and calligraphy come back, he will be out of business for a long time.

Qinling couldn't help thinking of his sister, and then a feeling of sadness spread out in his heart. Since his sister died and his family was scattered, he could never find the happy time before. Now he can only make a living as hard as those poor people, struggling with a copper day every day. How can he make himself live better And all the books he had left before had been counted by him. Who knows, what he has left is only a scripture which his sister copied to him by her own hand, which is his only watch.

Although Qinling is constantly helping him, if his sister is still alive, he will not accept it, because although he said that they were all grown up together in childhood, and his sister entrusted himself to Zhao Yuquan before his death, he still can't accept Zhao Yuquan's help with peace of mind It will make him feel that he is living in accordance with Zhao Yujun. He doesn't want to be like this.

Therefore, he directly refused Zhao Yuquan's proposal to let him live in the Zhao family. Instead, he rented a small house outside and could only reluctantly put him down.

Although his life is poor now, he is living by his own hands, so he doesn't feel lost, or feel sad because of the great difference with his previous life, even if sometimes he met those people before, who laughed at him when he was down and even insulted him at the beginning He would be ashamed and angry, and would argue with them. But over time, as time goes by, when he hears the ridicule of those people to him, he can laugh off, and no longer want to put these things in his mind, because he is paid for with his own labor, and what is shameful about it? On the contrary, if they do not have their own parents, they can What it looks like.

With a roar, there was a thunder in the distance. The sky became more and more gloomy and began to become dark. And the wind also began to blow. From the wind, you can clearly smell those earthy smell.

The pedestrians on the road had almost gone, and the only ones left, wrapped up in their clothes, began to trot, and the peddlers all packed up their own things and were pushing their cars to one side.

Qinling looked at the sky and was worried. Looking at the old man in front of him, he gave up. He took the pill from the old man's hand and said, "I know. I'll eat it."

After saying that, Qinling planned to turn around to pack up his things, but before he could turn around, he was grabbed by the old man on the side of his sleeve.

"No, you have to eat it in front of me, or I don't believe you will throw it away after you go back. It's the only one I've refined for a long time, but it's the only one in the world. If you throw it away and get it by other people, then my painstaking efforts for many years will be lost." The old man dragged Qinling and refused to compromise at all.

Qinling looked at the pill in his hand, thought for a long time and swallowed it directly. Then, looking at the old man, he said, "how about this?"

Just after Qinling swallowed the pill, the original bitter feeling did not come. On the contrary, there was a faint smell of grass and trees on the pill. After Qinling took it, it immediately melted into his mouth.

Then Qinling clearly felt that along with the potion, his body began to burn slowly. When Qinling couldn't hold on and wanted to make a sound, the feeling disappeared again and turned into a very comfortable feeling.

The old man's eyes did not blink at Qinling, until the expression on Qinling's face was painful, returned to calm, and turned into enjoyment, which was a sigh of relief. Forget it. Although Qinling didn't believe what he said, as long as he had this thing, he could be regarded as gratitude. In this way, it was not against his original oath After a long time, he was able to make progress.

The old man looked at Qinling with a kind of kind eyes, and then nodded his head with a sigh. He was really the same as before, just, he didn't know, that's it.

So, when Qinling opened his eyes again, the old man had disappeared. There was no one else in the place where he was now.

Qinling looked around, and suddenly felt a drop of cold things hit his forehead. When Qinling looked up, more and more raindrops had fallen.At the moment, Qinling didn't think much about it. He squatted down and wished to have more hands to clean up his paintings and calligraphy. When the downpour came down, Qinling had already cleaned up his things and stood under the eaves. Then, Qinling looked worried and looked at the big rain falling down.

I don't know where it went? I'm afraid that if you don't look for a place to hide from the rain, it will surely come to you. The old man is so old, but he can't catch the rain. He didn't find it when he left. Otherwise, he could lend an umbrella to the old man. Qinling took the umbrella in his hand and looked around anxiously.

However, the rain has been very heavy, all the things are covered in it, Qinling has no way to identify, and after looking for a long time, Qinling is still fruitless, so you have to take your own things and go home.

In the next few days, Qinling never met the old man again.

At that time, Qinling had no time to take care of the old man's affairs, because he met with other things, some things he didn't want to recall.