Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 923: But leave a red dust 1 scent

Xiaoman sent away the last doctor, who was about to turn back to the house. Ren Wei hurriedly hurriedly came and said diligently: "Big lady, Alang suddenly left the mansion!"

Xiaoman was stunned, wondering: "Will anyone allow Alang to leave the house?"

Ren Wei was very sweaty and said: "No, Alang suddenly took a horse and hurriedly left the house. When I heard the news, I did n’t know where the Alang was going, and Alang did n’t want anyone to guard him. Accompanying. "

The current Yang Fan today has a valuable identity on the bright side, and a more secret identity in the dark. However, Yang Fan left alone today without ever notifying any bodyguards to accompany him. This has never happened before.

Xiaoman frowned slightly and was puzzled by the weird behavior of Yang Fan. However, since Yang Fan left on his own initiative and never asked anyone to follow, there must be a reason for him. The big Luoyang city, now looking for it, where can he find him?

Xiaoman thought about it, plainly said: "Lang Jun must have his intention to do this, you don't have to worry, and go back and wait."

Ren Wei saw the old lady saying this, she had to say "Yes!"

The southeast corner of Luoyang city, this is a sparsely populated place, because of a flood, it is even more withered.

Some scholars who study in Beijing and foreigners who work in Luoyang like to live here. The environment is quiet and the rent is far cheaper than the city center. However, after the flood, the price of Luoyang has remained high and these people can leave. After leaving, all the squares in the south of the city looked more deserted.

Yang Fan is racing along an unmanned long lane in an empty square. The silt on the ground has not been cleaned up, and the surface of the silt has dried up, but you can step on it, and the mud is still underneath. Horses. The horse legs and horse stocks are all covered with mud and dirt. Yang Fan is very anxious to beat the horse, but the horse is muddy, how can it get up quickly.

A portal appeared in front. The flagpoles, gates, and stone beasts on the steps were all flooded. Yang Fan jumped down from the horse, and an arrow stepped up the steps, grabbed the copper ring on the door, "Tom tom" bumped up.

"Tom tom ..." Yang Fan grabbed the knocker. I don't know how long it took to knock, suddenly let go of the knocker and stepped back. Going to jump over the fence and turn in, the door opened with a creak.

At the door is the boat lady, wearing plain blue jacket and a white ribbon around her waist, looking clean and neat. She saw that the person was Yang Fan. Some unexpected expressions appeared, but there was no obvious expression on her face. Yang Fan looked at her silently, a little speechless.

Yang Fan never thought that he would get the news of Ning Ke from the mouth of Doctor Jiang. He did n’t know that Ning Ke had come to Luoyang, and that Ning Ke had lived in Luoyang for so long. Without knowing Ning Ke, he lived in the same city with him, silently staying by his side, and he didn't even know that Ning Ke ... had already disappeared!

Ning Ke is in his heart. Like the bright and bright moon in the sky, it seems very far, and it seems very close. He could feel the gentle moonlight at any time, but only occasionally remembered, he looked up.

He likes Ning Ke girl. But never thought of pursuing her. Not only the gap between the status of each other at that time, but more importantly, the purity of Ning Ke ’s flawlessness in her bones. It was pure enough to make any man in the world feel ashamed.

Until I heard the news of her passing, I suddenly tightened the lingering love in my heart, and strangled his heart for pain, and he grabbed the horse without thinking, but waited When he rushed to the mansion mentioned by Doctor Jiang, there was nothing left in his heart.

Move, he does n’t know how to act; words, he does n’t know how to say; it ’s tears, and there are also tears and tears.

"General Yang?"

"She ... is she still here?"

The ship's mother nodded and her eyes were red.

Yang Fan trembling: "I want to see her, is that okay?"

The ship's mother nodded silently, gently opened the door, and let herself go.

Yang Fan ignored the horse, and walked in silently, the door closed again.

It can be seen that this was a very elegant courtyard, but now it is full of traces of flooding. The ship's mother had to clean up a large yard alone, and so far only cleared some accessible paths. The boat lady walked in front silently, with a white ribbon fluttering around her waist.

In the back house, the pond has been filled with mud and mud. Now it looks like a wilderness. The backyard is very large. There is a **** beside the pond. There are stones and trees on the ridge and a pentagonal pavilion because There is no flood erosion here, and only this high **** in the entire courtyard still maintains beautiful garden views.

The boat lady led Yang Fan to the high **** step by step, and a strong floral scent came across the face for a long time.

Although there are no flamboyant surprises, there are fragrances for the Nine Autumns.

before one's eyes has a osmanthus tree, four-leaf white petals, a few yellow stamens, a green stem, and joyously gathered together, it is a soft and ethereal, unique fragrance of small osmanthus.

“Luoyang Chengdong Tao Lihua, who flew around and fell? Whose flowers will change this year? Whose flowers will bloom next year? The ancients did not recover Luocheng East, and now people are still in the fall. The flowers are similar, and the people are different every year ... "

Somehow, Yang Fan suddenly thought of this poem and couldn't help feeling a bit sour.

The boat mother led him under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Among the thick floral fragrance, there was a stone stele and a mound with a little green grass on it. This is where Ning Ke buried his bones. After the death of Ning Ke, this mansion was actually regarded as a tomb by the Du Gu family.

When Yang Fan saw the word "Dugu Ningke" on the tablet, the whole person was stunned. He stared at the stone tablet obsessively. He didn't even know when the ship's mother left quietly. What he saw in his before one's eyes was nothing but Bit by bit since I met Ning Ke. Drop by drop, falling in the heart, mellow like wine; drop by drop, falling in the heart, like a sword ...

I do n’t know when, the ship maiden appeared quietly under the osmanthus tree again, holding an Guqin in her hand, and a letter on it. Seeing Yang Fan looking at the tombstone faintly, there was no change in her posture when she left. There was a sore nose in the boat, and tears began to swirl in her eyes.

"General Yang, this is the girl Ning Ke left to you."

Yang Fan hadn't heard her voice at first, until the word "Ning Ke" came into his ear, he turned his head subconsciously. "The piano that Ning Ke girl left me ... Hexin?"

Yang Fan accidentally took over Qin Shu. Qin is "green beauty". Ning Ke once discussed this instrument with Li Taigong. Li Taigong agreed to give her a year later and gave it to her as a gift on her birthday. Now, this instrument is in his hands.

Under the osmanthus tree, Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, with the piano resting on her lap, holding her letter in her hand.

"The slave family does not know when Erlang will know about my death, or if Erlang Jie will come to see me. If you do not come or never know, then this letter should be written to me Own. If you will come to see me. Although it has been separated between yin and yang, do you see me smiling happily?

Jiro, I do n’t know when you see this letter. Are you still a young and handsome man with a strong spirit, or is it a middle-aged man who shows a little sang, or Baitou Hao's son Sun Mantang? Infatuated.

The slave family likes Erlang, whether it is the heroic Erlang, the fancy Erlang, the free and easy Erlang, the cunning Erlang, or the smiling Erlang. Sometimes you are as naive as a child, sometimes you are so insightful, sometimes you are overbearing. Sometimes it is so steady, it always makes people feel crisp when I think of it ...

It's raining today, just a small light rain, a light rain, just like the day when the slave family met Erlang. It also rained early that day. It was such a fine and gentle rain that the grass in the yard stretched its stems and leaves. Perhaps it was on that day that Erlang took root in the slave's heart.

The slave is not very sure, nor does he know what he wants, let alone what his weak body can pursue. Slaves were very weak since they were young, and being able to meet Erlang was the luckiest thing in life. To be able to like Erlang was the deepest trace of slaves left in the world.

Simply, with the heart and the fate, as long as I think of Erlang and secretly like you, I will be satisfied. Really, the slave family should be content. The slave's life was destined to be that cicada from birth, living day after day, year after year, living in endless darkness.

But cicadas always step into the light. Although it is only a summer, they can enjoy the light and rain and sing indulgently until they die. I always thought that even this brief light would never be available to me, but God finally pityed me and made me meet you.

Although the time is short, this is the wait I spent in my life! Do you know, even if you only have a moment's gaze for me, I am very happy, I never know that there is a person in my heart, so sweet and peaceful.

The head hurts, it's getting more and more painful, the taste is unbearable. In the past, I often wished to die from this, without having to suffer such pain again, but now I am not willing to give up, more and more unwilling. But I ca n’t go when I want to go, and I have to go when I do n’t want to go. Illness, death, love, and hardship, Erlang, you know how hard I am.

Li Taigong sent 'Lv Qi'. I would love to play a song for you, just like when I was in Chang'an, I played it for you, looked at you and laughed, but I have no strength. I do n’t even have the energy to play the piano. Am I useless? Leave this piano to Erlang. You ca n’t play well, but the slave family likes to listen to ... "

The letter rose a little bit in the hands of Yang Fan, he just felt heavy in his chest, wanted to cry, could n’t cry, could n’t hold his breath. He did n’t know that the woman who was as pure as the first snow had such a deep affection for him. He did n’t know that the shallow notch in his heart contaminated with red dust was so deep in the heart of the pure and flawless little woman deep.

Ning Ke was weak and did n’t go out in Changan. What did she do for Luoyang? Yang Fan knew the answer as soon as he heard it. But he didn't expect that until he died, Ning Ke and the girl would never see each other again. Chang'an would say goodbye, and he would never repent.

For a long time, the sound of "Zheng Zheng" sounded under the laurel tree. The sound of the piano is a bit obscure and the technique is very unskilled, but the person who plays the piano is very serious:

"Feng Xi returns to his hometown ~ IndoMTL.com ~ Wandering all over the world to seek his phoenix. He hasn't met any time and no one can do anything, He Wu Jin Xi Sheng Si Tang!

There are flamboyant ladies in the boudoir. Why is it that the mandarin ducks are crossing the neck, and Hu Jie is soaring!

Huangxi Huangxi came from me, and had to trust Yuwei to be a concubine. The sympathy, the harmony between the mind and the heart, who knows each other at night?

Flying with wings and flying high, I do n’t feel that I want to make Yu Bei ...... "

The sunset is like blood, and the faint crow goes around the tree.

The song starts with the sound of the piano.

The word "sorrow" was exported. After the rest of the sound, the sound of the piano suddenly became Jin Ge, and there was only a sonorous sound. The generation of the famous piano "green beauty" was turned into an urgent powder under the hands of Yang Fan.

The incense in front of the grave, the cigarette curls, seems to have been transformed by the Iraqi people, and it gently wraps around the side of the play the zither person, and ca n’t bear to leave for a long time ...

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