Zhao Rong and his party traveled for a day. At dusk, they arrived at a ten-mile-long lake with willows clinging to it and the surface of the lake covered with broken gold.

Zhao Rong glanced at the orange sunset and suggested spending the night here. The three of them found a slightly open place by the lake, set up a few cowhide tents, and built a simple stove.

Liu Sanbian went to the lake to fish, while Zhao Rong took Su Xiaoxiao to pick up tree branches.

After a while of busy work, Liu Sanbian returned with a big fish weighing more than ten kilograms and a pheasant with bright feathers in his hands. He glanced at the two people who were still fighting in the distance, smiled and shook his head.

That girl Su is weak-tempered and a little crazy. She is often bullied by Brother Zhao, with tears in her eyes and angry at her back. But every time she is coaxed by Brother Zhao, her anger will subside after a short time, and then she will be happy again.

I continued to pester Brother Zhao, chatting with him, or asking him to tell stories, but Brother Zhao kept trying. Hey, he is really a good scholar.

Thinking of the scholar, his eyes suddenly wandered a little, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of his face. The face that originally looked particularly mean due to the aquiline bridge of his nose and sinister eyes softened at this moment, but it soon became clear again.

He restrained himself, frowned, pursed his lips, and looked firm.

Zhao Rong came back from a leisurely stroll, the two jade plaques on his waist clinking lightly, and the sound became more and more melodious. Behind him was a doormat carrying a lot of wood branches and walking staggeringly.

At this time, he was lowering his head and weaving the wicker in his hands seriously. He reached out and pulled out the sword from his waist and trimmed it again. Then he wrapped some leaves and inserted a few flowers, and a beautiful wicker garland was weaved.

finished.

He turned around, and behind him, Su Xiaoxiao was holding a pile of wood that was a head taller than her, and kept walking forward. Zhao Rong hurriedly turned sideways, and almost bumped into him.

"How stupid."

Su Xiaoxiao's little head popped out from the side of the pile of materials in his arms and looked at Zhao Rong innocently.

"Xiao Xiao is not stupid, you are stupid!"

Zhao Rong casually put the garland on the little fox demon's head, took a closer look, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he took out two wild fruits from his arms, took a bite of one himself, and handed the other to the little fox demon who couldn't take it.

Beside the mouth.

Su Xiaoxiao bit her silver teeth and almost bit the finger of the bad guy next to her.

"Why did you just scare them away?"

"Stupid girl, are you talking about those stupid fish? They are hindering my master's practice of magical skills."

"Well, they are just innocent little goldfish. What did they do to offend you? Why did you hit them with stones?"

"As I said, they are hindering me. I am practicing the magical skill of floating in the water. They swim around blindly and are very annoying, causing my performance to be abnormal. The farthest one only floated fifty-one strokes. It is simply

It's a great shame and humiliation. If it weren't for the sake of this stupid girl like you, I would have gone down with my sword and evaporated all the water in this ten-mile lake, turning the goldfish into black fish and giving you a snack at night."

"Bad guy, you're lying again. You don't have any magical skills. You're not as strong as Xiaoxiao..." Su Xiaoxiao turned her head and angrily refused to look at Zhao Rong. She muttered, "Obviously Xiaoxiao jumped fifty."

One stroke, yours is only fifteen strokes, well, this is Xiao Xiao’s first time playing.”

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, took a bite of the fruit, the taste was a bit astringent, and said leisurely: "Hey, today's practice is not going well, the weather is very hot, I am worried, look at this memory, I remembered the "Liao Zhai Zhi" in the morning

"Strange" is a little blurry again."

"Don't say goodbye, don't be vague. I haven't finished telling Jiao Niang's story last night. Did Jiao Niang go to see Kong Xueli who came to Beijing to take the exam?" Su Xiaoxiao was very anxious. "Well, next time they will get in the way.

You practice, Xiaoxiao chases them away, don't throw rocks, Xiaoxiao will fan you at night, and don't get blurry anymore. I've been blurry several times today, and it won't be blurry anymore."

Zhao Rong nodded seriously, "That's very good."

After saying that, he handed a fruit to Su Xiaoxiao's mouth, and Su Xiaoxiao happily took another bite.

"Is it sweet?"

"Yeah, sweet."

"Then what you have is mine, you can eat what I have."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Zhao and Rong made a fire to cook. After dinner, they cleaned up and sat around the fire to rest and relieve their fatigue from the journey.

The moon hangs in the sky, and the lake surface is sparkling.

Zhao Rong sat close to the fire, spread a piece of paper on the book box, held the pen in the light, and wrote and drew.

Liu Sanbian held the black stone pendant in his hand, raised his head with a fist, and stared at the blazing flames in silence. He occasionally turned his head and glanced at the dark mountains and forests in the distance, which was the direction he came from.

After listening to the story told by Zhao Rong just after dinner, Su Xiaoxiao was so anxious that he said, "If you want to know what happened next time, let's see what happened next time." She moved a small stone and sat next to Zhao Rong, with her feet together.

, holding her face with her hands and resting on her knees, she was quietly staring at the focused profile of the bad guy in front of her who bullied her every day.

Her hands were already small, but her pretty face was completely buried in them. It was indeed a palm-sized face, and only a pair of energetic eyes emerged from between her fingers.

Well, from this angle, this bad guy's profile is quite pleasing to the eye. Grandma said that men look best when they are serious. It's true. Even this bad guy is like that. Well, it would be great if he didn't bully Xiaoxiao.

, but the stories he told were really nice, much more interesting than those in the books. He said that the stories about the fox demon and the scholar were called "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Xiaoxiao had never seen it before after reading so many books. Well,

I don’t know how he came up with it. No, the future husband must be better at telling stories than this bad guy. Uh-huh, that’s it. After learning five things, he can tell stories better than him and be more serious than him.

, smarter than him, yes, smarter than him, otherwise he will laugh at Xiao Xiao for being stupid again, and find a stupid man. Finally, just don’t bully Xiao Xiao, just like the book says, treat each other with equal respect, um

,No, that’s all Xiaoxiao’s request~

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao smiled happily and narrowed her eyes. Her pair of fox eyes became more and more charming. The tail of the eye was narrow and slightly upward, and the tail eyebrow was slightly pinkish red, which was charming.

"Does it look good?"

"nice."

A voice suddenly emerged, and Su Xiaoxiao answered subconsciously.

After staying for a few seconds, he realized what he was doing. When he looked again, he saw that the bad guy had put down his pen and rubbed his wrists, and was looking at him, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes joking.

Su Xiaoxiao shook her shoulders, hurriedly closed her fingers, and buried her face firmly in her hands, hoping nothing would happen.

But a white hand holding the scroll has been stretched out.

"sneaking."

"Well."

"With bad intentions."

"It hurts~"

"Looking at people through the cracks of your fingers."

"Stop hitting."

"Are you looking down on me?"

"Wow, no, you are the best."

"No, I have to knock it again. It feels good."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Zhao Rong chuckled and stopped, put down the book, picked up a royal fan from the side, threw it to the little fox demon who was rubbing his head with aggrieved eyes, and gave him a look.

With the cool breeze blowing on his face, Zhao Rong put down what he was doing and took out two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus wine from the bookcase that he had bought at a wine shop next to green mountains and green waters somewhere. He threw a pot to Liu Sanbian, who was dazed across from him.

The latter took it steadily without being polite, took a sip, and drank generously.

"Brother Sanbian has something on his mind."

"Everyone has something to worry about in this world."

"No, worries have their own weight. Most people's lives are filled with countless small and light things, while very few people are burdened by several heavy things. The former is an unbearable burden because they can never escape.

It’s not like those cyclical trivial matters; the latter is unbearable, because once you make up your mind to do it, no matter you fail or win, you will leave without weight in the end.”

The young scholar took a sip of wine and exhaled softly.

"Brother Sanbian has something important to do."

The sinister man who had worries but cut them off smiled brightly.

"How can I see it?"

"Because Brother San Bian's home is in the south, which is the direction where Brother San Bian often turns his head, and Dawei is in the north, which is where Brother San Bian is going now."

"Is it necessarily important to leave home? Isn't the young master also leaving home?"

"No, it's different. Although I'm not very old, but for some special reasons, I can understand that a person who has experienced ups and downs for half a life and already has a family, if he abandons all ties and leaves home thousands of miles away, then...

Then he must do something he thinks he must do. As for how to judge its importance." The young man who was also a fallen person in the world took another sip of wine. "That kind of look that makes it difficult to go home again.

,I know."

"Because, I will probably never go back."

The sinister man remained silent and didn't ask why he couldn't go back. Everyone had his own secret, he had it, the scholar in front of him had it, and so did the little fox demon beside him.

He picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.

Drinking this kind of wine from a roadside restaurant actually made him spicy.

thereafter.

The two of them were silent.

There is only the wine in front of me and the moonlight, in my hands and on my eyebrows.

The little fox demon was fanning quietly on the side, looking at the two men, one large and one small, who were obviously drinking together by the fire, but who seemed to be drinking alone.
To be continued...