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Chen Ping'an brought water back to Liu Xianyang's yard, poured it into the stove water tank, and then ran to the door and shouted: "Liu Xianyang, I will use your firewood, oil and salt to stew fish soup for Miss Ning to replenish her body, right?"

Liu Xianyang, who was sleeping happily, was awakened and shouted: "My surname is Chen! Are you upset? I just dreamed that Zhigui smiled at me! I will pay me a Zhigui!"

Chen Ping'an shook his head, remembered something, and apologized: "I met Zhigui on the Tiesuojing just now, but I was interrupted by Grandma Ma and forgot to send you a message. When I go to deliver fish soup to Miss Ning later, I will guarantee that I can help you bring the message."

Liu Xianyang quickly put on his clothes, ran to the threshold outside the lobby of the main room, and sat down. Looking at the busy slimming figure in the kitchen, he laughed and said, "I'll send you fish soup later. By the way, is Zhigui wearing that big red pomegranate skirt today? Or the light green one? Alas, when I save another two hundred cents, I can buy that more than 100-dragon silver powder box. I know she has been interested in it for a long time, but she can't bear to buy it. It's all because Song Jixin is so poor and so stingy. She dresses quite like a cat and a dog in Fulu Street. Poor Zhigui doesn't have many new clothes all year round. If I were her young master, she would definitely buy whatever she likes. She is even richer than the daughter of Fulu Street. Be that young lady with a thousand gold!"

Chen Ping'an ignored Liu Xianyang's foolish dreams. He really didn't understand why Liu Xianyang liked Zhigui. Of course, it was not that he looked down on her as Song Jixin's maid, nor that he thought Zhigui was not good-looking, but he always felt that she and Liu Xianyang didn't look like they were married no matter how they looked.

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Why are you calling her Zhigui, don't you call Wang Zhu?"

Liu Xianyang grinned and said, "I know you don't know how to write the word "Zhigui". I don't care."

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "What's the use of comparing you with me? Comparing with Song Jixin, Zhigui is not my maid."

Liu Xianyang sneered, "That guy is not better than you. For example, who has he called "father" and "mother" in his life? No, isn't this better than you Chen Ping'an? No wonder Gu Can's mother, and the madam Ma and the madams, and that guy Song Jixin was not a clean family, otherwise why didn't he live in that government office openly, but to live in your Nipin Lane to live a hard life? This guy dares to like to look down on people, so he deserves to throw dirty water on people and scold wild breeders."

Chen Ping'an stood up and walked to the door of the kitchen, "Liu Xianyang, although Song Jixin and I are not friends at all, you say that..."

Liu Xianyang hurriedly raised his hands and refused to let Chen Ping'an continue to talk, and said cunningly: "I won't say it anymore, okay? Chen Ping'an, who are you with your bad temper? My grandfather has said that your parents are easy to talk to, especially your mother, who speaks softly and likes to laugh. His temper is so good that he is really speechless. My grandfather also said that in his early years, Grandma Ma almost scolded people in the nearby alleys, but when he sees your mother, he not only doesn't pick on his fingers, but also has a smile."

Chen Ping'an smiled from ear to ear.

Liu Xianyang waved his hand to drive people away, "Hurry up and stew soup for your young wife."

Chen Ping'an rolled his eyes, "If you have the ability, please say in front of Miss Ning?"

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "You are stupid, but I am not stupid."

Not long after, Chen Ping'an took out a small pot, and the two of them locked the door of the house and walked towards Nipin Lane together. When they arrived at the door of Chen Ping'an's courtyard, they saw him knocking on the door foolishly. Liu Xianyang realized that this guy had left all the keys to the girl in black. Liu Xianyang felt that this guy was really helpless.

The girl in black did not wear a hat when she was at home, and showed a refreshing face when she opened the door. Liu Xianyang was a little afraid of this serious girl. The tall boy didn't even know the reason. If he was cold, Zhigui next door was even better than that. Liu Xianyang was also brave enough to be silly. If it were to say that the girl in black was hanging a sword, it was not right. Liu Xianyang faced the rich children in Fulu Street, even if he had been chasing him several times, he was fleeing like a stray dog, but the boy was actually not afraid from beginning to end.

But he was a little afraid of the little girl from the foreign land named Ning Yao.

The girl in black sat at the table and opened the jar. She smelled the fragrance, narrowed her long and narrow eyes slightly, nodded and said softly: "Thank you."

Chen Ping'an's observation was meticulous and knew that this should mean that the cold girl was in a good mood.

Chen Ping'an first cooked a pot of porridge for her to pay attention to the heat, and then said to Liu Xianyang: "Are you waiting for Zhigui to go out? I have to send a letter."

Liu Xianyang was sitting on the threshold, pricking up his ears to listen to the movements over there, for fear that he would hear the sound of the gods fighting. The tall boy in a bad mood said impatiently: "You are busy with yours!"

When Chen Ping'an left the yard and was about to run to the intersection of Nipin Lane, he suddenly found that his vision was dim. When he looked up, he found that it was a tall man wearing a snow-white robe. He held his back with one hand and put the other hand on the white jade belt on his abdomen, looking into the distance.

Perhaps because he realized that he was blocking the narrow alley, the man smiled slightly and took the initiative to make way for Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an was confused and quickly walked away from Nipin Lane. After looking back, the man had slowly walked into Nipin Lane.

Even with a glance, Chen Ping'an saw sparse gold silk embroidered on the spotless snow-white robe, both sides of the chest and back, vaguely forming two patterns, as if there were living creatures wandering in the sea of ​​mountains, fog and clouds, which was very wonderful. Chen Ping'an no longer thought deeply, but thought that he was a foreigner like Fu Nanhua, and was going to come to Nibao Lane to look for opportunities again. After walking through the bottom of the old locust tree with Mr. Qi that day, the straw sandals boy was no longer worried. He always felt that as long as Mr. Qi was in the town, he would take a step back and say that even if something really happened, he could still seek justice.

When Chen Ping'an ran past Xinghua Lane, he saw the girl in green whom she met last night, sitting in a wonton shop there, standing with chopsticks in one hand and gently tapping. The whole round face was slightly childish, plump and tender, and her eyes were full of wontons cooked in the hot pot over there, and she didn't notice Chen Ping'an five or six steps away.

For the girl in green, the food is right now, and the sky falls and you have to finish eating before running away!

Chen Ping'an sincerely admired the strange girl, and did not disturb her. He continued to run to the east of the town with a smile.

Some people and things, even the scenery on the roadside, will still make people feel beautiful just by taking a look.

When Chen Ping'an came to the fence gate in the east, the sloppy man stood on the stump, tiptoed to look east, as if waiting for an important person.

Chen Ping'an used to listen to the old man chatting on the old locust tree. When the current general manager entered the town for the first time, there was a lot of show. The elders of the ancestral temples of the four surnames and ten clans almost went out in full swing and "received" at the east gate of the city. However, after waiting for a few hours under the sun, the last official in charge of the official office ran to the east gate in a hurry, saying that the general manager had just woken up in the backyard of the yamen office and asked everyone to go to the yamen office to meet directly, which made the wealthy men so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. However, it is said that after entering the yamen office, no one dared to fart, one laughed like a good grandson who was better than the other.

Chen Ping'an always felt strange. How did those old people say it as if they had seen it with their own eyes? Every time they talk about Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, the rumors about Taoye Lane are more real. For example, when the second aunt Lu family became acquainted with the hospital guard and broke the door, even the second aunt and grandma were in a panic, how to pack up clothes to cover her plump breasts was said to be true. The person who told the story was like the hospital guard coach himself.

Liu Xianyang was so sucking when he heard it. Song Jixin went there occasionally, and he would not take Zhigui with him. He smiled more implicitly than Liu Xianyang. However, when he followed everyone to make fun, he worked very hard, even louder than reading the sage twice in the morning and evening.

Chen Ping'an squatted beside the tree stump, waiting patiently for the town janitor.

The man cursed, jumped off the tree stump, and caught a glimpse of the straw sandals, and didn't say anything. He went to the yellow-milding hut to get a stack of letters, and sent six letters from home, only five copper coins per penny.

Chen Ping'an roughly looked over the address of the letter and said nothing, because there were two letters that were neighbors next door to Fulu Street, and Chen Ping'an was unwilling to take advantage of it. Of course, if a man was kind-hearted for the first time, he would give him six cents at first, and Chen Ping'an would never push the money out.

After Chen Ping'an thought about the order of delivering the letters, he asked casually: "Wait for someone?"

The man glanced at the spacious avenue in the east and said angrily: "Wait for the uncle!"

Chen Ping'an didn't want to stay as a punching bag, so he ran away quickly.

The man smiled angrily and said, "Oh, I'm still a little bit eye-catching."

The man looked at the sky and there was no sound of rolling thunder. It seemed that the low clouds that were about to almost hit the eaves had gradually dissipated.

The man sat on the stump and sighed: "The gods fight, and the mortals suffer."

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There are six letters, one of the four major surnames Lu Li, Zhao and Song on Fulu Street, each with two letters, and two letters in Taoye Lane. One of them happened to be the letter from the kind old man before. What’s more coincidental is the person who opened the door to receive the letter, or the old man. After seeing that it was Chen Ping'an, the old man recognized the straw sandals boy and joked: "Child, don’t you really come in to drink water?"

Chen Ping'an smiled shyly and shook his head.

The old man was not surprised, but took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve and handed them to Chen Ping'an. He explained with a smile: "There is a good thing at home today. This happy money is worth the money, and it is just for auspicious purposes. Not much, it only costs more than ten cents, so you can hold it with confidence."

Chen Ping'an then took the copper coins and said with a smile: "Thank you Grandpa Wei!"

The old man nodded and suddenly said, "Child, recently, when you have nothing to do, you can often sit under the locust tree. When you see locust leaves, locust branches, etc. on the ground, you will take them home to keep them. It can prevent ant insects and centipedes. How great is it, you don't have to spend money."

Chen Ping'an bowed to the old man to thank him under the steps.

The old man smiled and said, "Go and go, the plan for the year is spring. It is definitely a good thing for young people to exercise their muscles and bones."

The boy ran away from Taoye Lane on the bluestone street.

The old man stood at the door of his house for a long time, looking at the peach trees on both sides, a graceful young maid came to the old man and whispered: "Old ancestor, what are you looking at? It's cold outside, don't be frozen."

The maid has served the old man for several years. Knowing that the ancestor is a Bodhisattva's heart, the girl is respectful and fearful to the old man, she smiles and asks playfully: "Old ancestor, don't you remember the girl you met when you were young? That girl was standing under the peach tree at that time?"

The gray-haired old man smiled and said, "Taoya, you are also a 'hearted person' like that young man who sends letters."

The maid was praised and smiled cutely.

The old man suddenly smiled and said, "There are a distant relatives who are going to visit each other in the past two days. Then Taoya, you will follow the children in your family and leave the town together."

The maid was stunned, her eyes turned red suddenly, and she cried and said, "Oncestor, I don't want to leave here."

The old man who has always been very good at speaking waved his hand, "I'll look at the alley scenery for a while, go back first, Taoya, be obedient, otherwise I will be angry."

The maid had to leave timidly and turn around three times in one step.

The peach leaves in Taoye Lane are lush and there are no peach blossoms yet.

The old man exhaled a turbid breath, crossed the threshold, walked down the steps, and walked towards the nearest peach tree. Standing under the tree, the old man said sadly: "The peach is beautiful, the brightness is bright. It's really never seen again."

The old man looked back at his house and murmured: "The town's uniqueness is not in line with the great way. At that time, the saints changed the world and enjoyed the fortune of three thousand years. People who have walked out of the town in all dynasties have mostly bloomed in the entire Dongbao Pingzhou, but God is so smart, so it's time to settle the accounts after the autumn and collect rewards from us. If you children, don't leave here quickly, are you going to follow us, the old and old porcelain that is already broken, and wait for death together? You know, death is different in size. There are thousands of people in our town. This death is a big death, and even the next life will be gone."

"So, now while God is still turning a blind eye, one more person will be left."

The old man stretched out his dry palm and held the peach branch, "I hope the gods can really live up to it."

At some point, the grandmother of the young scholar Zhao Yao, the old woman with a crutch, had approached here. "The old man is almost buried in the soil, and he is so innocent, like an old woman applying rouge, it is really abominable. This catastrophe can change the slightest with your kind heart?"

The old man looked a little dazed. Looking at the old woman with a snow-white head, he said inexplicably, "You are here."

The old woman was stunned at first, then immediately became angry and hit her with a crutch, "I'm so embarrassed that I'm so old, I dare to talk a lot of fun at such a young age?"

The crutch fell on his body like raindrops, and the old man had to escape in panic, but laughed.

The old woman stood under the peach tree, still angry, regretting that she shouldn't have been soft-hearted and sent a tragic trip to Taoye Lane.

Finally, the old woman raised her head and looked at the peach leaves that had sprouted out of her tender buds.

The old woman walked back to Fulu Street step by step, and her crutches rang again and again on the bluestone slab.

A peaceful town that has been prosperous for thousands of years, I never thought that in the end, there were all pitiful people without the next life.

Is there really no hope for life?

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The stream water is getting shallower, the well water is getting colder, the old locust trees are getting older, the iron locks are rusted, and the big clouds are hanging low.
Chapter completed!