Sha Po Lang

The old man’s birthday is called a long life, and the child’s birthday is lively. It’s not easy to grow up, and the mother is more relaxed.

Gu Yu is neither old nor too young. He doesn't hurt or love. If he is at home, the old butler can still remember to make a good for him. But most of the time he is not at home, he has put the first month of the 16th. I have forgotten the past.

To tell the truth, there is nothing to celebrate. The place pays attention to the "first-year-old girl's fifteen official". It is said that the girl's first-year boy is fifteen, which is better. He could have been born in the rich night of the Yuan Dynasty. In the mother's stomach for a few more hours, it can be seen that it is a natural bad life.

Cao Niangzi not only dressed herself, but also joined Chang Geng and others, and dragged the swordsman out of it.

They painted two simple red faces for the night god, and I did not know where to get a few old silks, and tied them with iron arms and flowers.

In the hands of the sword, the fire tree and the silver flower were holding a bowl of noodles. They were dull and stunned with Gu Yu. The black face seemed to have an incomprehensible grievance.

Gu Yu whispered: "Do you mix things, wait for you to play like this?"

Ge Fatxiao sent a credit to the front: "Hou, the red face is a fake skull, the fire of the noodle is born to me, the egg in the face is the big brother!"

Gu Yu was a little cautious at the moment, only to feel that he was so busy that he had been ignorant for many years.

Chang Geng: "Father, go to the door after eating."

Gu Yu: "Okay."

He picked up the bowl and looked at Chang Geng. He specially picked out the eggs inside and ate them. The first bite was bitten into a cracked eggshell. He didn’t have a sound, and even the shells were chewed and swallowed. It’s like having never eaten rice for eight lifetimes. After a few mouthfuls, I swept a bowl of noodles and the soup was clean.

Since ancient times, the gentle township is a hero, and Gu Yu’s departure from Kyoto is nothing to worry about, only this time is full of heart.

It may be because every time it is "back" to the frontier, only this time is to leave home.

It's a pity, don't say this kind of gentle cockroaches, even if the liver is inseparable, don't want to hold the footsteps of Andinghou.

The next day, Gu Yu did not go out of the way, did not say hello to Chang Geng, went to Beidaiying, and looked back at the direction of the capital.

It is a pity that from such a distant place, he can only see a glimpse of a building.

Shen Yi slipped to his side and asked: "Master, the conscience found out?"

Gu Yan sighed: "I will not recognize me when I come back next time. Hey, my father's title is always faltering... let's go."

The Xuan Tie Camp was opened and the military capacity was neat, as if the black whirlwind had run over without mercy, and everyone could not help but retreat.

They will **** the Sirius family to the north, and then go straight to the west, killing the sand in the Western Region, and ensuring that the Gusi Road can be safely and smoothly.

The day after they left, Chang Geng got up early and remembered that Gu was not at home, but he couldn't help but take the shovel to his empty yard. One person and the shovel had a sword and another person had run out of breakfast.

When he left, he looked up and saw the plum blossoms in the courtyard.

Just a few days ago, there was a snow, and the petals were covered with a layer of condensed frost. The longer the Geng became more and more liked, the more I couldn’t help but reach out and fold two. His first reaction was always to Gu Yu, even though he knew the father three. It is not necessary to return within five days, or to carefully remove the frost and snow from the branches, and I want to find a vase and put it in the room.

Unfortunately, Gu Yuda's room was cleaner than his face. He found a circle and didn't even find a bottle of tea that could be inserted into the tea.

Chang Geng opened the window and shouted to the old housekeeper: "Wang Bo, is there a vase?"

The old butler should have a voice, looking for it, Chang Geng will hold two plum blossoms in the Gu Yu room and look around.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Gu Yu’s bed and he stunned—the fox on the bed that made the whole bedroom look worthwhile.

At this time, Wang Bo took the celadon vase and came in. He smiled at Chang Geng: "Do you want to go to the four halls? What is appropriate?"

Chang Geng’s eyes stared straight at the empty bed and asked, “Wang Bo, how did Hou’s fox come out so early?”

Wang Bo’s eyes twitched slightly, and some unnaturally replied: “Does Hou Ye not go out with the emperor? I want to take it away.”

Chang Geng’s heart slowly sank.

On New Year's Eve, the mysterious eagle who was next to Gu Yu told him that the coach never wears winter clothes in the capital, and only occasionally takes out the white hair.

On New Year's Eve, he felt a bit strange. Why didn't he wear a winter coat, why should he hang a fox? What are you going to do? But at that time, the soldiers were in a state of chaos, and he was blinded by his own dreams. His mind was not so clear, and he did not think about it.

Chang Geng turned his head and his voice dried up like a tight string: "Wang Bo, where did he go? You don't lie to me and don't like to go out, then I know that Xiangshan is not yet big."

Wang Bo held a vase and stood there with no means.

Gu Yu’s hand-handling cabinet went down and cleaned up. When he left, he didn’t care. The old butler had expected that there would be such a sooner or later, but he did not expect it to be so fast.

Chang Geng took a deep breath and whispered, "Is he already leaving Beijing to go to the frontier? Which? North, or West?"

The old butler lost a smile: "This, the military affairs, the old slaves do not understand... Your Highness, I see that Hou Ye does not want you to worry about it..."

Chang Geng’s "card" was broken, and the flower branch was broken. He said in a word: "He is not afraid of my heart, I am afraid that I will follow it."

The old butler closed his mouth.

Although Chang Geng is nominally a adopted child of Gu Yu, no one is waiting to see it. After all, it is also a surname of Li. In the future, it is a county king. The old housekeeper was suffering, feeling that his unscrupulous master was retreating, and threw the hot potato to himself, ready to take a break.

But after waiting for a long time, Chang Geng did not say anything.

Chang Geng’s stagnation and arrogance are all in my heart.

It’s not just Gu Yu’s sudden refusal to say goodbye. Anyway, he has been shackled more than once by Gu Yu, and he has long been used to it. He should be treated with peace.

But this time, after he entered Beijing, he had been accumulating in his heart of anxiety and anxiety, and finally he couldn’t help himself.

In the heart of Chang Geng, in fact, like Der Spiegel, he always knew that his existence was superfluous to anyone. He did not intend to be involved. It was destined to be an insignificant piece, like being in the dark river of Yanhui Town. Was involuntarily rolled up.

He was blindfolded by the joys and sorrows that have been overshadowed these days, giving birth to greed, trying to catch something, deceiving himself, and refusing to think about the future.

"What do you want?" Chang Geng asked himself, "I think too much."

However, despite the turbulent waves in his heart, facing the old butler with white hair, Chang Geng did not say anything.

The old butler trembled and asked: "His Royal Highness..."

Chang Geng silently took the vase from his hand and carefully trimmed the flower branch that he had cut off. After he placed it, he placed it on the desk of Gu Yu. He whispered: "There is labor."

When he finished, he turned and went out.

Chang Geng left the Gu Yu room and couldn't help but ran up. The swordsman was thrown away by him.

Ge fat’s small hand holds a purple flow gold box that I don’t know where to unload. He is going out, Kankan and Chang Geng are passing by and wondering, “Hey, big brother...”

If Geng Geng was not heard, a gust of wind rolled over and rushed into his house and locked his door.

Just like Gu Yu’s favorite point, Chang Geng is a born benevolent person. He has great anger. He can’t vent it on irrelevant people. In this respect, Xiu Niang is indispensable. She has been like a teenager for more than ten years. The abuse of the day has given him an amazing endurance.

At the same time, the ur bone buried in the juvenile body is also like a plant that needs poisonous water, and gradually blooms out of the face.

Chang Geng began to breathe, his chest seemed to be crushed by the boulder, the muscles of his body stretched into a rust of iron, and the calf involuntarily shivered.

He squeaked in the ear and was horrified to find a strange tyranny. East/Tucary rushed out of his chest. He accidentally pinched his fingers and screamed for the first time when he was awake. To this kind of taste that is stunned by dreams.

Chang Geng clearly felt that there was an invisible hand in his heart, which was hard to erase all the warm feelings in his heart.

At the beginning, Chang Geng became clear-minded and thought with trepidation: "Is this a ur bone? What happened to me?"

Soon, he even disappeared in horror, and his consciousness was blurred. He began to wonder where he was, and his mind was always full of ups and downs, and his murder was born from nowhere.

For a moment, he thought that Gu Yu had left, and he was not wanted. For a moment, he seemed to see Gu Yu standing in front of him, mocking his incompetence and powerlessness.

All the negative emotions in Chang Geng’s heart were magnified by hundreds of times.

At this moment, Gu Yu seems to be no longer a small righteous father who is careful in his heart, but an enemies that he is extremely hateful and can't wait to grasp in his hands and humiliate.

Chang Geng smothered the knives hanging on his chest, and his fingers were smoothed with sharp knives and lived with blood marks.

This point awakened Chang Geng in the unusually clear pain in the infinite numbness. He instinctively found a way out, grabbed the flesh into the flesh and left a bunch of flesh and blood wounds on his arm.

When the attack on the ur bone gradually subsided, the sun had begun to turn west.

The clothes of Chang Geng were blown through the cold sweat. The arms and hands were **** everywhere. He was exhausted and leaned against the door. He finally learned the power of the Ur bones. Only then did he know that Wuer was letting him. How naive is the idea of ​​a nightmare.

This time Xiu Niang did not care for him.

The old butler and others saw him for a long time, and they shouldn’t knock on the door. They had long been worried that they couldn’t do it. They couldn’t stop outside, and they would be called after a while.

This popularity made Chang Geng feel better. His eyelids twitched slightly. A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and fell on his eyelashes. He almost couldn’t open his eyes: "I am fine, let me stay for a while." ."

"You haven't eaten in one day," said the old housekeeper. "If Hou Ye is there, I can't bear to see my dear squandering my body - even if I have a bowl of porridge, or else the old slave will let you in?"

Chang Geng was exhausted and listened to him. He listened to Gu Yu, and he silently recited it in his heart twice. He insisted on the spirit: "Whenever I am, I am hungry. I will find me to eat late at night, no matter what I am. ."

Although the old butler listened to his voice, although he was weak, he was justified, and he was not good enough to persuade him. He had to turn back and wait for the old servant of Chang Geng and the Cao Niangzi and Ge Xiaoxiao who waved their brains, and each of them stepped back and forth.

Chang Geng sat by the door, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the pair of shoulders that Gu Yu hung on his bed.

The thing was dark and cold, and a look of inhumanity was left by the original owner in order to dispel his nightmare.

I don't know how long it took to sit, the brazier in the house gradually warmed his cold body. Chang Geng got a little strength, and he climbed up to clean up his own wolverine. He changed his clothes and found a sword when he was injured. The traumatic medicine, wash the wound carefully and carefully, take off Gu Kai's shoulder armor, hold it in his arms, and put himself down on the bed.

He didn't cry.

It may be that there is no strength, or it may be because it has just flown through the blood.

Choosing a **** road, usually there is no tears coming out, because a person is so a little bit of water, always have to focus on one side.

Chang Geng and his enemies destined to be entangled with him for a lifetime, lost a mess, and also saw the strength of each other.

It’s just that he is not afraid of being strange, like in the town of Yanhui, when he was alone in the Xiu Niang room facing the barbarian wearing heavy armor.

He has a mild attitude, but he doesn't want anything to give in.

Hey... except Gu Yu.

Chang Geng thought with anger: "I hate to die."

Then he tried to hang Gu Kai's shoulders on himself. He didn't go through the armor, and he didn't know if he didn't fit. He only felt that this thing was pressing on him. He thought he was sinking. He fell asleep with a armor, and there were still many difficulties and difficulties waiting for him.

The next day, Chang Geng announced that he would like a trick.

The entire Houfu was shocked - the scene of the four halls of the New Year's Eve was taken by Gu Dashuai and the scene was still vivid.

Gu Yu’s original words are: "Take on for three or five days. At that time, we have all passed the seven major customs to the northern Xinjiang. If he has no place to chase, he will be honest."

But this has not happened for three or five days. The old butler is afraid that Chang Geng will let him prepare for the horse, and he will be careful and careful: "His Royal Highness, Xuan Tieying is no more than ordinary, and the footsteps are very fast. On the other side, there is no military person in the army. This is the rule passed down by the old Houye. You see..."

Chang Geng calmly replied: "Wang Bo, I didn't want to chase after the chaos. I am not a child who is not sensible."

Old butler: "Then you are..."

Chang Geng: "I want to go to the Huguo Temple to visit the Master. I used to talk to others."

The old butler's face was once again difficult to say.

The coach will go back and forth, and if he finds that he is not at home, the small hall will be treason and pass the enemy to the monk temple...

The old butler couldn’t imagine Gu’s face – couldn’t it be like wearing a green hat?

However, the urgent task at the moment is that the son of Hou Ye can be happy. The old housekeeper has no choice but to bite the back mouth and agree. If there is a row of homes, he will **** Chang Geng to Huguo Temple.

The mighty is like a door-to-door.

When the monk cooked the tea, I saw that Chang Geng was not shocked. It seemed that he would come, and invited him to sit down, and poured a cup of tea to him. He also brought Xiaosha to the brazier for paper and paper burning. , posing a long talk.

It was only after half a month that I didn’t see it. The monk found that the stunned and anxious eyes of the young man in front of him disappeared. The whole person brought a bit of depression and firmness, and the insects like the butterfly broke free from the first layer. .

Chang Gengdao thanked, took a cup of tea to take a sip, and almost came out.

The monk said last time that he would like to have a good tea. The daring is purely polite. He didn’t know what to do with him. He had a painful tongue and no tea.

Chang Geng: "What is this?"

At the same time, the monk laughed and wrote: "Bitter Ding, clearing the eyes and promoting blood circulation, can help sleep."

Chang Geng: "Isn't that Gualu? I have been drinking in Houfu, it seems..."

The taste is not so disgusting.

Clearly: "That is the leaflet, this is the big leaf melon."

The big leaf sounds a bit strange. Chang Geng just wants to boast a few words, and then the monk actually wrote: "The big leaves are cheaper."

Chang Geng: "..."

He carefully looked at the monk's tea bowl. The bowl was a good bowl and the brush was very clean. Unfortunately, it took too long to be bumped, and several of them had already opened their mouths.

The monk said: "The house is rough, and your Highness is forgiven."

The entire capital has left him with the impression of a drunken fan, as if everyone is rich, the city is a luxury pastime, Westerners say that the tiles of the Emperor Liangliang are covered in gold, in fact, it is not very exaggerated.

But I don't know why, several people I know about Chang Geng are poor ghosts. Shen Yi doesn't have to say that there is a poor and bitter face of a poor peasant from generation to generation, and Gu Dashuai, sitting on a big Houfu, the whole is an empty shell. Zi, early in the morning, I couldn’t wait to take Chang Geng to the palace to find the emperor to fight the autumn wind. Now there is another monk who uses a gap cup.

Chang Geng Road: "The Huguo Temple has a strong incense, but the master is safe in poverty. It is a person who has been born and practiced."

After a smile, he wrote: "The monk is going to the north and the north, and he is used to it, and he is slow to be treated."

Chang Geng asked: "I heard people say that the master has also been to the Western countries by the shovel, is it to promote the Dharma?"

Clearly: "I only learned a lot, I don't dare to go to the ancient times when I am going to go to the top, just to see the world and see people."

Chang Geng also had a bitter bitterness. The more bitter the product, the more bitter it was, the less it was, and he swallowed it in disappointment: "I grew up in a small town in Bianbu, and I have not left the town for an acre of three-point land to come to Beijing. I rarely see the Houfu, is it a glimpse? But I always feel that the joys, sorrows and sorrows under the sun are basically the same. If you look at other people, there is no place to put your own."

It’s clear: "There is a heart, and the troubles of the house can only be squeezed into one, and the heart is in all directions. The troubles of Shanda are just a drop in the ocean."

Chang Geng heard that it had been lingering for a long time, and looked at the paper that the monk had written the word and filled it into the brazier.

"Master, you said to me that day, "Unknown suffering, do not believe in God Buddha", now I know the pain, to ask God Buddha, can you please give me advice?"