"...!!"

"what?!"

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"My mother was a coincidence, and I met Nangong Yan, the ninth city master of Confucianism. He would have some poetry and songs, his mouth was very sweet, and he was very handsome." The ink burned, "My mother looked I looked away and liked this person."

Xue Meng couldn’t help but shake his head and muttered: "How could it be..."

"There are beautiful people who are willing to give up, and how can Nangong refuse." Ink burned, "But he has status and ident.i.ty, and he dare not tell his true situation to a happy person. He lied to my mother and said that he It is a Linyi businessman who lives here."

"This... I have a good feeling, I am in contact with you day and night, is your mother not aware?"

The ink burned and sneered: "If she notices, there will be no more things later. Nangong Yan can make a lie, not to mention that he only lived in Xiangtan for a short period of time, and my mother had no time to discover his roots. Later, From Linyi, I came to seal the letter. After Nangong received the mysterious letter, he hurriedly left Xiangtan."

"Your mother didn't ask him where to go?"

"He walked in the middle of the night, and did not say goodbye to my mother. They became monks for several months. Finally, Nangong Yan only left a stack of silver leaves, a piece of paper with the words 'Do not read', and it evaporated. ""

There are female pract.i.tioners who sighed: "Hey, these music singers, the little garden of Liyuan, the hardest to ask is a real person. It is also pitiful."

After she sighed, she couldn't help but wonder, and continued to ask: "Will then? Is your mother not willing to be abandoned by the lover, and the trustee is looking for him?"

The ink swayed and shook his head: "My mother's temper is soft and gentle, and some are awkward. Being abandoned, I will only pour the bitter water into my stomach, and I will not go to find things.... But it didn't take long before she found out that she had I am pregnant."

When Mrs. w.a.n.g heard this, she could not help but "hhat", her eyes were quite awkward, and she looked at the ink and did not know what to say.

"Lefang is willing to continue to accept her. But the premise is that she can not give birth to the child. Women who have given birth to children, dancing is no longer so good, they do not make a loss of business."

The ink burns and closes the eyes.

"My mother refused, and the niece who asked the matter asked her to pay a large amount of redemption fee. So she paid all the savings, the soft jewellery that she had, and the embroidered shoes on her feet to the workshop, earning a free body. I am going to Linyi to find me."

Mrs. w.a.n.g whispered: "When she is a penniless woman, how can she go from Xiangtan to Linyi?"

Ink burning: "There are people who help her."

"who is it?"

"The hurricane is weak." The ink ignited, "My sister knows that my mother left the music house and chased the city at night. She gave me all the money and told my mother--if I could not find me." Hey, come to the drunken house to find her, the sisters can also live well."

Master Xuanjing sighed: "With such loyalty, it is a small woman who is stunned."

Jiang Yan asked: "What then? Is your mother finding Nangong strict?"

The ink burned for a moment and sneered: "Found. Although the ident.i.ty and name of Nangong’s strict stay are fake, my mother found him without any effort."

Someone was surprised: "Hey? Is there such a good thing?"

"There is no such thing as Tongtian. It is just because of coincidence."

People look forward to each other and have some doubts on their faces: "Which is such a clever thing, the city owners of the Confucianism are rarely seen."

"They really don't show up..." The face of the burning face is gloomy. "However, when the big marriage and the child are full moon, the Confucianist Gate will open a banquet and accept congratulations on the castle floor. Isn't it?"

Everyone smells stunned: "Is the letter received by Nangong Yan at the beginning, is it urging him to go back to marriage?"

Another person recalled: "Ah, think of it, Nangong Yan's wife is like a daughter of a big rich man. He should not be forced to helpless, so he left the song of his own sentiment, go back and that Rich family members are married..."

The smoldering look is extremely indifferent: "I didn't want to be helpless. I didn't go back to getting married. The mysterious letter he received at the time was actually a good news. It was the head of Confucianism and told him that his wife was about to give birth. He went back to accompany him."

This time, Xue Zhengyi, who has been silent for a while, has changed. He said: "So when Nangong was playing in Xiangtan, he was actually a woman."

"Yeah." It’s really hard for him to hang down his eyes. This kind of thing is now, there is no too much pain in his face. He calmly said, "Nan Gong Yan is not good because his wife is pregnant. It is easy to produce small, so I came to the outside to distract myself. He met my mother, and my heart liked it, and lied that she had never married and earned my mother's favor."

The popular straight footsteps: "This is really a beast!"

"The wife at home is pregnant, but she ran out to swim in the mountains, and she also made a child outside, hehe."

"This chilling is also a **** mold, can Nangong strictly recognize her?"

The answer is self-evident. The crowd was so indignant that they had a bit more pity for the gaze. But the smoldering does not care so much about how others see him. He just continues to talk about his mother's experience.

A secret has been for two generations, and this is the first time he has spoken openly. In spite of the pain, he also gave birth to a few points.

Ink burning road: "At that time, Linyi swayed the water table and celebrated the home of the Confucianism Gate City. I went to the turret of the ninth city and saw the red corner of the porch. The Nangong sternly married his wife and children. The people paid tribute and threw the Jiguoxi cake. My mother later... didn’t go looking for him again. At that time, she had already used up the money. Even the money that pa.s.sed back to Hunan could not afford it. After half a year, it was in Linyi. In an abandoned wood house, I gave birth to me."

Jiang Yan asked: "Are you going back and forth to Xiangtan Drunken House?"

The ink shook his head and shook his head: "When I was born, my body was very poor. When I was born, I was sick. I couldn’t run around. In order to treat me, she asked the doctors in the medical clinics in the city. No one would help her... She later forced herself to finally hold me and find a way to enter the Confucianism and find Nangong Yan."

That year, the weak mother was holding a newborn baby like a kitten, and it appeared in front of the lover.

The man has no joy, only endless horror and fear, and even anger.

He has a wife and a child, his wife is a famous and promising daughter, the son who was born is white and cute, and the family is full of happiness. Duan Yihan is a mouse in his eyes, to break his good reputation, bad. Drop his family reunion.

She is uneasy.

Why should he recognize them?

I was afraid that she would make things big. Nangong Yan gave her enough money to let her take the children out of the Confucianism door. Duanyihan held the last hope and said with tears: "The child has not yet named, you can Can't..."

He glared at him, his face was blue like iron: "Roll! Hurry! This is not my child, don't give your face a shame, get out!"

She was rudely pushed out.

There is no time to be sad, the little baby in her arms is so weak, her hands and feet are cold and cold, like a dying cat, curled up in her arms.

She called him, and he opened his dark eyes and looked at her ignorantly. He was not naughty, very embarra.s.sed, and very quiet.

She endured tears and hugged him to the hospital.

The doctor in the medical hall told her: "How many times have you said that we are not here? How can you give your child a medical treatment? No money is there-"

She was busy giving Nangong a strict alms to her, and the copper stinky money sent to her was smashed out, and she was so frustrated that she was scared to the young child in her arms.

Her eyes flashed and she kept bowing her head: "The rich, the doctor, the rich. I beg you, do it well, save my child. You see, he, he is still so small..."

The medical hall is not all without goodness. It is only annoyed by the woman in front of her head. The herbal medicine for treating children is not cheap, so she refuses her so rudely. Since this woman can pay enough money, their att.i.tude will be better.

Herbs, acupuncture.

The illness is too heavy and he still has to live in the medical hall. The condition of the burning of the ink was good and bad, and it took a few months to recover the health. At this time, there is not much left in the silver of Duan Yihan. She thanked the doctor and left with her child. Seeing that winter is coming, she is afraid that the young child will freeze again, so she will cut a small donkey and a small bed.

After doing this, the money was exhausted, and she could not return to Xiangtan. However, Duan Yihan sat in the abandoned wood house and looked at the little guy with his fingers and giggling towards himself, but he felt very happy and very peaceful.

She has always been a contented person.

"What should I call you?"

The little boy is screaming and can't talk.

Duan Yihan gave birth to a pile of fire, holding his own child to warm in the fire pit and teasing him.

The child laughs and she laughs.

The fire was burning and the house was soaring and dilapidated, but because of this fire, she felt very warm. She stared at his little face and made him kick his little feet and haha.

She thought for a moment and said, "If you don't, let me burn it."

The ink burned his fingers and his eyes glared at her.

Duan Yihan’s face seems to have a moment of sorrow: “I don’t know what you should be, you can’t be surnamed Nangong, but you can’t follow A-n’n’s surname. The name of A-Niang is given by the aunt in the music house. You follow me. It’s always a little weird... I only want you to burn it, okay?”

Inklessly licking your fingers, don't nod and don't shake your head.

"Small flaming children, when the spring is over, let's go back to Xiangtan." Duan Yihan touched his soft baby hair. "Mother will play and dance. There is a girl, she is a good sister of her mother. I must like you very much, you have to be embarra.s.sed, learn to call you a mother early... Hey, forget it, her temper is not good, you still learn to call your sister. When you meet, you must say that your sister is good, so that you can eat candy, know do not know?"

She held his soft, young fingers and said softly.

"Fire, wait, the winter will soon pa.s.s, and when the spring blossoms, we will go home."

But this winter, after all, it is still too long.

That year was the year of the disaster. The sneaky sneaks in the lower squadrons and the high-rise city defenses in Linyi prevented the ordinary people from entering and leaving. Therefore, Duan Yihan could not leave.

She went to a shop to do a living and wanted to earn some money to support her family. But there is no impenetrable wall in the world. I don't know who revealed the husband's romantic history to Nan Gongyan's wife. In short, soon after that, Duan Yihan was hired by the bun shop to drive her out of the store, for no reason.

Since then, Duan Yihan has been crowded out, and in Linyi, who can't find a living, he has to carry a young child to beg. On several occasions, she was singing softly on the street, while Nangong Yan was angry with her fresh clothes. She followed the Haohao soup and walked in front of her.

He is guilty and wants to hide from her.

In fact, it is unnecessary for him to do this. Duan Yihan is weak, but he has a proud arrogance. She just sings Xiaotan’s song, and does not look at this man. She will not cry when she goes to the old lover. Why is he? So timid.

He actually didn't understand how proud this prost.i.tute was.

"Look at her tears and scars, although the clothes are graceful and kind, the stranger meets each other and doesn't know how to face me."

Someone pa.s.sed her and threw her a copper plate.

She is like the fascinating music fairy of the year, she is a low-key, soft voice: "Thank you for the good heart."

The days are just like this day, the next round of the world is smoky, and Linyi is on the wall, and the wall is always standing tall.

This vertical is five years.

The ink burned five years old.

One day, Nangong Yan quarreled with his wife, and his heart was annoying. Then he turned east and west, and visited the city. The weather was fine that day, and he held his hand and looked at a jewelry store and pastry shop with a lack of interest. There is also a grandfather under the big banyan tree.

Linyi has always been a blessed land. How many people have died in the next quarter? They are here, and they have been singing and dancing for centuries.

Nangong strictly walked over to see the uncles playing chess.

He is a uniform, and everyone can't recognize him. He will happily point his way to the side, making the uncles end up being so annoyed that he will leave.

Nangong strictly ate, and his heart was not happy. He walked a few steps forward and stood under a big tree. He saw a golden silk-embroidered birdcage hung on the branch, and the embroidered bird in the cage was crisp and humming.

Perhaps the sun is so good, it makes people feel sad, Nangong is standing in the tree and thinking, suddenly thought of more than five years ago, the soft and gentle girl in Xiangtan Building.

He leaned his head and teased the white-eye bird and said, "Hey, will you sing Xiangqu?"

The white-eye bird certainly can't sing, and it sings.

Nangong sighed with a sigh of relief, and his mouth sang a lot of minor tune in his ear.

Suddenly, I heard that the voice was clear after the body, and some people were mourning in the tenderness of the water: "The wild clouds are low and cold, and the sky is snow and ice." The voice is like a jade, oh.

He is like a world, and he looks back.

Because he has been deliberately avoiding, he has not seen her for a long time. At this moment, through the bustling downtown, the crowds coming and going, he suddenly saw the slender and gentle woman - like this for many years, he did not Dare to talk about the wife’s dreams.

He met her again.

Duan Yihan took a weak child, and the mother and son stood on the side of the street. She sang and sang the little songs that were hard to buy in the past. I hope that I can get the pity of the gentleman and get a meal.

She sings softly: "After the road, the mountain road is behind the mountain, there are thousands of pedestrians behind the mountain..."

There are countless people coming and going, no one is staying for her.

Although the song is good, it is not real, she wants to sing, no one is willing to pay for her.

"...Bielang is easy to see Lang difficult, looking at the Guanhe smoke and cold." Suddenly, a pair of gold silk, embedding jade shoes appeared in front of her eyes, she heard a man whispering her not After finis.h.i.+ng the song, "The number is not enough to fly the book, the well is tearful to see."

Duan Yi Han snorted, then slowly raised his eyes.

She saw him again.

He is still the same as he was more than five years ago. He is handsome and handsome, and looks very handsome. He is not old at all, and the years have no trace on his face.

Duan Yihan saw his reflection in his eyes. The girl who has been fascinated by water five years ago has become a face-to-face temperament, and she has nothing to look at.

However, Nangong looked at her eyes strictly, but she was somewhat affectionate.

After many years of marriage, his wife heard about his past love history. Although he did not dare to speak out, he was also unhappy. He couldn’t move his temper and his son was stubborn. Today, he stood in front of Duan Yihan and saw her look like this. How many sorrows and pity were born in his heart.

Duan Yihan lived in the mouth, dropped the eyelashes, and did not sing.

"A Niang?" next to the ink burning doubts, turned to look at her.

Duan Yihan said: "Auntie is tired today, go home."

The ink burned and nodded, and smiled: "Then we go back to rest, I think of a way to dinner."

The mother and the son are both willing to go.

Nangong sternly called her: "You..."

His eyes fell on the ink.

The child was thin and small, and the clothes were worn and worn, but they were very sensible and their faces were beautiful.

Nangong was sternly aware that this was his own child.

It is his bones.

He reached out and touched the head of the ink.

I don’t know who he is, squinting, letting this man mess up his black hair: "Hey..."

Nangong Yan thought that year, Duan Yihan hugged a kitten-like baby and came to his house to ask him to save.

At that time she said: "He still has no name."

"What is your name?" Nangong asked.

"Fire."

"Last name?"

"I don't have a last name."

Nangong Yan looked quite sorrowful and looked at Duan Yihan. I don’t know what the impulse was. He said, “Or else, you will—”

When the words were not finished, I suddenly saw a group of priests pa.s.sing by the Confucianists at the corner.

The sorrow of Nangong Yan was interrupted.

He is a spirit and seems to have returned to reality.

He regained his eyes on the upper part of the clothes.

The eyes that once looked at him and smiled and bent, are now very ugly, no longer have any dreams of a young girl, even when he just wants to recognize them, it is cold.

She has already seen this man through.

Nan Gong Yan is therefore somewhat embarra.s.sed and somewhat awkward. In order to cover up this kind of emotion, he coughed and generously, and stuffed all the gold and silver treasures in the purse into the ink-burning hands.

He patted the ink-burning head again: "Your mother sings well, these jewels, gold and silver, should match her."

A slender hand took the money bag from the ink.

Duan Yihan only took a copper plate from the bag and placed it in the broken bowl held by the ink-burning hand. Then he handed over the heavy jewels and silver coins to Nangong Yan.

She didn't talk much, but she gave him a blessing in a soft and plain way, just like a pa.s.ser-by who gave her money for any one.

She said to him politely: "Thank you for being kind."

After that, turn and leave.

She is Xiangtan Lexian, and she has been holding the stars and dancing. When the 10,000 people were empty, she was not alone. Nowadays, Huayi is fading, and Zhu Yan is dying. She can only practise on the roadside, but she will not feel inferior.

That is, from the subtle att.i.tude of Duan Yihan, the ink ignited the suspicion, and then knocked on the side, and asked him all the way to know his own life.

"Mother said this to you because I didn't want to lie to you. But Xiaoyan, you have to remember, don't be annoyed." Duan Yihan said, "I don't ask him."

She said, poke the ink-burning little brain.

"When the next round of disasters has been rehabilitated, Linyi allows ordinary people to come and go, and we will go back to Xiangtan."

The ink burned for a long time, then nodded: "I don't ask him, I and A Niang go back to Xiangtan."

Duan Yihan smiled and said: "I don't know if my sister still doesn't recognize me. I don't look good."

The ink burns is very anxious: "A mother looks good."

"Ok?"

"A mother looks best."

Duan Yihan smiled even more brilliantly. Between the eyebrows, it really revived the style of the beautiful lady of the year. She teased him: "The mouth is so sweet, who will marry you in the future, you have to squat."

The ink burned a little embarra.s.sed, pouting, after a while, but still revealing sharp teeth.

"When I grow up, I want to find a wife like a fairy, and then I will be with my mother."

"Oh, you think so beautiful, whoever is married to you."

The mother and the son laughed a little, and the fire in the firewood room was very warm. As if every day in the future, it will continue to go so calmly. Fire and night gave the poor people illusory comfort, so at that time, none of them expected, in fact, Duan Yihan, has been no longer.

"It was in the autumn when I was five years old." Ink burned, "The Mid-Autumn Festival has just pa.s.sed. The Confucianism Gate has been closed for a long time, and Linfen has insufficient supply. They have adjusted the price of the goods. In the end, it is the poor who let the head down." Control your stomach, don't grab the food with the rich."

Xue Zhengyi had heard a lot of feelings, and his heart was in a mess. But when he said this, he still thought about it and then nodded.

"Yes, I remember that price adjustment. After the flood, I was hungry." The Confucianist finally lowered the price back. It lasted for about a year..."

Jiang Yandao: "I remember it is half a year."

The ink closed and closed his eyes and said: "It is not that long. It is one month and five days. It only lasted for thirty-five days."