Dayun, the 29th year of Jingyuan.

The current Ye family royal family has risen from the Ji family in the previous dynasty to the current national prosperity for more than a hundred years.

And in Zhangzhou Yushan, thousands of miles away from the imperial capital Chang'an, his eyes opened in the old thatched house.

It is February, and the vernal equinox is approaching.

Above the dark sky, thunder tear apart the sky.

When the mysterious bird arrives, the thunder speaks.

Downstorm fell from the sky, and the silence of the dynasty was about to shatter.

Looking up ahead—

The thunder roared, the world was shaking, the mountains and valleys were roaring, and the wind and clouds were surging.

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Rain is a magical thing.

When she was angry, the rivers surging.

When she is quiet, the misty rain is in the sea.

After experiencing the erosion of the jade mountain, the dust and ash were taken away. The jade mountain in the quiet rain was like a beautiful woman with a quiet and quiet person, wearing a tulle made of hazy cold mist, and looking back was full of charming charm.

Under the hazy cold fog, there are lush green mountains, forests, plants and trees, and green streams winding through the forest, leaving only the sound of the sounds and shapes.

In this Jade Mountain, which is as quiet as ordinary, there are only the gurgling sounds of flowing water, the rustling leaves, and the drizzling sounds of rain.

Suddenly, another voice echoed the song of the Qing song in the mountains.

Da, da da; da da da da da.

The falling together and the rhythmic ones not only did not destroy the elegance of the forest, but instead added a little agility to the spring scenery of the world.

Unconsciously, the sound had already come from far away. Behind the deep forest, a figure broke away the mist and came on his clogs and holding an umbrella.

That was a teenager.

A narrow-sleeved blue shirt wrapped in a slightly thin and short body, and a pair of high-toothed wooden clogs under his feet, knocking on the slippery bluestone road, helping him walk alone on this valley path steadily.

The sky was just dawning, and the boy walked alone on the mountain road. It was not abrupt, but instead merged with the surrounding mountains and rivers. It was like a mountain with a spirit and turned into a human being. He was not old, but his eyebrows and eyes were agile and elegant. The corners of his clothes raised while walking were stained with a hint of wetness, and he was still elegant and elegant.

Halfway through the walk, the boy suddenly stopped.

The oil-paper umbrella held up slightly, and the boy looked at the blurry black city in the rain from the hillside of Yushan. His thoughts suddenly flew farther away, and his eyes became vast and distant.

The boy seemed to see a giant hand covering the sky and the sun, crossing the vast torrent of time, splitting the eternal river of history, and unfolding this strange and distant painting of prosperous times before his eyes.

Such a mighty and grand power only makes the young man sigh as if he is so small. Just like a drop of tiny water droplets, even if it falls on this scroll, it can evaporate in a moment and disappear without a trace.

If the manpower is weak, how can we fight against the sky?

"Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?" Under the depression, the young man suddenly recited.

No one heard the voice of the boy, but the creatures in the forest were cheering for the boy's freedom and magnanimity, and even the storm was a little aggravated to express joy.

The boy's eyes were confused and chanting in an instant, and his mouth was quietly bent, and then he walked along the path with the crisp sound of wooden clogs.

The sky is getting brighter and the rain is about to stop.

The boy stopped in front of the tall gray city wall and saw the word "Zhangzhou" written on it. He stopped for a while before he took another step.

Perhaps it was the boy who had just come down from the mountains, and the quiet and quiet forests all over his body had not dissipated, wrapping the boy with the noise and noise that merged into the ten feet of worldly worlds.

Zhangzhoucheng Street, under the dim morning light, is particularly clean and fresh after a spring rain. Two canals are built with bricks and stones on both sides of the street, with clear water and lotus flowers planted everywhere. Peach, plum, apricot and pears are planted on the shore. Unfortunately, it is still early spring, and there is not much green on the branches. It can be seen that the cold winter has not completely left, so the beautiful spring scenery of flowers cannot be seen.

Because it was too early, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and the boy holding an umbrella seemed particularly lonely.

Walking past, only light traces were left behind. As soon as the rain fell, nothing was left.

Until I crossed a stone bridge, there were more people coming and going.

At this time, the rain also stopped. The boy took away the oil-paper umbrella and held it in his hand, blending into the noise of Zhangzhou in the morning.

Just now standing on the mountainside and looking at the painting scroll, the boy felt unfamiliar. Now, looking at the painting scroll closely, the boy... still feel unfamiliar.

The man carrying vegetables, the grandmother carrying fish baskets, and the father-in-law carrying bamboo baskets... passed by the boy one by one, so close that the boy could almost see the vivid expressions of their eyebrows, which were lightly pleasant or anxious.

But the boys still felt that they were flat and the characters on the scroll. At most, the painter's brushwork was more exquisite, and a corner of the ancient scene was neatly cut, so real that the boy could indulge in it unconsciously.

When I look back, there is only absurd and desolate thing left.

When the boy was slightly stunned, he suddenly shouted behind him, making the boy come back to his senses and avoided him in time. The raised green horns of clothes and the muddy wooden wheels of the donkey cart were almost rubbed by.

The driver had no time to apologize, and the donkey cart was already shaking away.

The boy lowered his head, but the corners of his clothes were not covered with mud, which was a blessing.

When I raised my eyes again, a scent came out of somewhere next to me, causing the boy's nose to move slightly.

The boy looked at the smell and saw a shop selling pasta. There was a charcoal stove on the street. The shopkeeper was placing pieces of snow-white steamed buns upwards.

When I looked closely, the snow-white steamed bun slices were still moist and golden. It should have been painted with a layer of honey and baked on the charcoal stove. The thin steamed bun slices gradually turned brown, and the aroma of the steamed buns mixed with honey smell spreads out in an instant.

The master who made the most skillful man picked up steamed bun slices, which was the most appropriate time. The steamed bun slices were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The customer who bought the steamed bun slices opened his mouth and bit it. The crisp sound fell into the boy's ears from a distance.

The boy unconsciously moved his mouth, as if he had bitten a bite of a steamed bun.

After a short moment of hesitation, the boy still raised his foot.

While walking, he seemed to hear some broken sound. The boy looked back in confusion, but saw nothing. He shook his head and stood in front of the charcoal furnace in the blink of an eye.

The boy touched his empty abdomen and sighed melancholy.

These days in the deep mountains and forests, there are only porridge.

If it weren't before, this small steamed bun slice could have attracted the attention, but now it has become a peerless delicacy.

The father-in-law who was picking up the roasted steamed buns raised his eyes and saw a handsome young man standing in front of him, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Do you want to taste it?"

The boy nodded first before he realized it and realized it.

But my father-in-law had already packed the steamed bun and handed it over.

The boy grabbed the empty wallet and stared at the golden steamed bun slices with a hot fragrance in front of him. For a moment, he didn't know whether to refuse or catch it.

My father-in-law has been running this shop for decades. It is his duty to observe his words and expressions. Not only is he not annoyed, he stuffed the steamed buns into the boy's hands: "You guy can try it, it's just a matter of just a copper coin."

The boy didn't expect that he would feel the kindness from his strange father-in-law in this strange place, which is very novel.

The boy bowed his hand and took a bite of it.

Click to scratch.

The boy smiled with his eyebrows.

The father-in-law saw that the boy was happy to eat, and he was also happy that his skills were appreciated. In addition, he was such a handsome and unconventional young man, and he was even more happy.

As he ate, the boy moved and began to look at the steamed bun carefully. It seemed that he had seen something strange and was full of surprise between his eyebrows and eyes.

"But what's wrong?" The father-in-law thought there was something wrong with his food.

"No." The boy shook his head and said seriously, "The taste is excellent, crispy and sweet. I just didn't expect that a small steamed bun slice can have a great world. Eating this steamed bun slice will make you a person in the painting."

The boy did not expect that he could not see anything ridiculous and desolate when he looked back. Instead, he crashed into this world in vain and became a scene in the painting and the scene.

The boy didn't understand what was wrong with the boy, so he could only think in his heart that he seemed to be the young master of a wealthy family, and his words were so elegant and nice. When his grandson reached his age, he would also have to enter the academy of Yushan outside the city and be a study husband!

The boy stopped talking and thanked his father again, bit the steamed bun slices and walked away leisurely in wooden clogs.

After leaving the market, we walked south onto a spacious street.

I spent a lot of time at the market, and the street was no longer as cold as when I first entered the city.

The restaurant restaurant and food shop facing the street opened to welcome guests, and the pedestrians were calm and calm. Occasionally, a groom drove by a car, and gently rolled over the wet stone road without splashing any water.

It is truly a prosperous time of prosperity and prosperity!

The boy looked around with great enthusiasm, but his mood was completely different from before.

Not far away, the front suddenly became congested, and there were many people standing on the spacious street, blocking the street where four carriages were traveling side by side.

There were angrily shouts and noises inside the human wall.

The boy was curious and came over to watch the fun.

I saw a dark coffin on the ground surrounded by the crowd, and the coffin board slid into a large gap, just revealing the appearance of the person in the coffin - a young woman with beautiful eyes.

The people who made noise around the coffin should be the family members of the dead woman.

"You are a beast that is worse than a pig or a dog, my poor daughter must have lost her life because you attacked her! You will give my daughter my life back!" The middle-aged woman with a messy hairpin pulled the man in mourning clothes regardless of her manners and shouted hysterically.

There was also the woman's family next to her, and she glared at her, pointing at the man and scolding him.

The streets were suddenly noisy.

The man's eyes were red, and he knelt down straight, grabbed the middle-aged woman's skirt and cried: "My grandma, I don't know why Rou Niang went there suddenly... I don't know... I don't know..."

He murmured and repeated the word "not knowing", saying that he was not aware of it, but rather said that he was unwilling to accept it.

Unwilling to let his wife leave behind her children and her daughters, he passed away so early.

The middle-aged woman was stunned by the crying and was also sitting on the ground with weak legs, then hugged her head and cried bitterly.

A pair of little babies also dressed in mourning clothes ran out next to him. They looked less than the waist of adults. At such a young age, they didn't understand what was going on. They only shouted "Dad" and "Grandma" in panic.

The shouting made people feel sad, and many people wiped their tears.

The boy stood in the crowd, his expression was as usual, but he just stood on tiptoe, carefully observed the woman's desolate face in the coffin, raised his eyebrows again, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

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