The spring air is vigorous, and everything is suddenly there.

The darkness is walking hard, and the soul is gone.

The soul returns! Nothing far away.

The soul is back! There is no east or west, no south or north.

——Qu Yuan's "Big Technique"

The dragon son struck the wilderness with his four hooves.

In the dark night, Su Dawei's body lay on Long Zi's back and galloped forward like a fire-like dragon horse.

All the scenery was retreating rapidly, just like that night when I bid farewell to Li Dayong by myself.

All the ones who flew back were time.

"I'll leave the next day. I'll ask you to take care of you in Chang'an."

"Fourth brother, you are in Baekje, you have to be careful about the demon monk Daochen. This person has caused a lot of storms in Chang'an, but unfortunately he escaped twice."

"Since you have already approved your country, it is difficult to grant your family. This is Da Yong's choice, and you don't need to be too sad."

"I know the county lord, but unfortunately the time is too short and I haven't had time to have a good drink with my fourth brother."

"The fourth young master said that this was the situation when he first met Su Langjun. He was impressed by that scene, so he personally carved it and gave it to Su Lang.

May Su Lang not forget his original intention and live up to the sword in his hand."

"Fourth brother...he really said that?"

"Fourth brother, I'm going to a foreign country here. Please take care of me. I'll wait for you to come back in Chang'an."

"I got it, you go back."

"The mountains and rivers are different, and the wind and moon are the same, waiting for your return."

Return.

The soul returns.

"Go back and take good care of Aye! Let's go~"

Leaving.

The starry night was flying, and the eyes were hazy, as if I saw a glowing river.

It is the Wei River that never stops.

Li Dayong smiled and waved to him, turned around and walked forward.

No looking back.

Hiss ~

Suddenly, the dragon son let out a shrill and sad hiss.

Su Dawei felt a huge force blowing him out, throwing his body into the sky, rolling several times, and then landing heavily.

The five inside is like a turbulent river.

He grabbed the ground with both hands, and what he held was moist soil.

In this way, I buried my face in the mud, not wanting to breathe, not wanting to do anything.

Thinking of the scene before parting, word by word, it is like a knife cutting the heart.

Su Dawei's shoulders were twitching for a long time.

In this world, the person who looks the most like himself, who wants to do but cannot do it, has left.

A warm tongue licked his neck gently.

Long Zi, who fell down and struggled to stand up, always came to Su Dawei's side.

At this moment, Longzi felt the deep loneliness and sorrow from his master.

It doesn't understand what kind of emotion it is.

I could only use my own tongue to comfort him over and over again.

a long time.

Su Dawei got up from the ground and wiped his face randomly with his hands.

Then he hugged Longzi's neck and hugged him tightly.

"Longzi, are you okay? Sorry, I was so sad just now..."

"We are going to see the county lord now and accompany the county lord."

Looking up at the sky, a layer of mist surged in Su Dawei's eyes.

He murmured: "I lost a brother, but the county duke has lost his beloved son. Let's go, Longzi, and we will accompany the county duke."

Pat Longzi's neck and rolled over.

The dragon son let out a low hiss, stepped out of his four hooves, and rushed towards Kunming Lake.

In the sky, clouds are rising and falling.

By the Kunming pond, spring rain is like a silkworm.

I vaguely saw a lonely back, wearing a straw raincoat, fishing alone by the lake.

Su Dawei couldn't help but pat Longzi lightly, making him walk lightly and approach slowly.

It was Mr. Li, who was fishing alone by the Kunming pond as before.

Su Dawei turned over and walked quietly with Long Zi. He was more than ten feet away from him when he heard the voice of Master Li coming with the wind.

"Why did you think of it today?"

Mr. Li looked at him with a slight look on his face.

He held the fishing rod in one hand, without moving at all.

Seeing this, Su Dawei felt relieved for some reason: "I was just on a whim and thought about the wine hidden by the county magistrate. It just happened to be nothing happened recently."

"You guys, you know there's nothing good about you."

Mr. Li said bluntly, but his hands were still as stable as Mount Tai: "Sit with me for a while and wait for me to catch a big fish and drink."

"Mr.... Why haven't you slept so late and still had to fish?"

"You are old, so it's normal for you to not be able to sleep. But you are in the middle of the night and have suspicious signs."

Master Li glanced at him and the fishing rod in his hand suddenly sank.

"It's really here."

Mr. Li raised his wrist tentatively. Seeing the ripples on the lake surface, he nodded, his wrist trembled, and a huge force came out with him.

The fishing rod was first curved like a bow, and then the fishing line was flashing, which kept coming underwater.

With a bang, golden carp, one foot long, jumped out of the water.

The fishing line circled in the air, rolled the golden carp and sent it directly into the basket next to it.

"You deserve your life to be miserable, and it's just right to serve as a dish for me and Ami."

After saying that, Li Keshi hooked the fish basket and kicked Su Dawei: "Let's go."

Su Dawei reached out to hug him, and felt a sank in his hand.

Looking up, I looked at Master Li’s back walking forward with a fishing rod on his back. His throat tightened. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.

He is still unaware of the Fourth Brother...

Sitting on a tall building, the lights are brightly lit.

The fish was handed over to the servants to deal with, and soon the wine and food were prepared.

Mr. Li pointed to a mud-sealed jar next to him: "It's not your kind of burning knife, it's me buried it underground. The first emperor, hehe, it's been thirty years since he was dug out from the peach tree. You're lucky."

Compared to the last time I saw him, Mr. Li has become older.

Although Yiren aging is slightly slower than ordinary people.

But Li Keshi is still old after all.

There were more fine wrinkles on the forehead, and the bridge of the nose, which was originally as straight as a gallbladder, was now a little collapsed.

The gray beard below shook as he spoke.

Cooperating with his deep cheeks and swollen eyes.

I can't tell where I look like a county magistrate, but I look like an old scholar commonly seen in inns next to the road.

"Since I'm here to drink, let's have a drink with me for two more drinks. Why not just stare at me in my face?"

Mr. Li glared at him, reached out and picked up the jar of wine that had been buried for thirty years, and waved his hand to open the mud seal.

A slightly smoky smell of alcohol spreads into the air.

A little bit sour.

"Monday, your wine..."

"You try it, it's really good. This is made by me using ancient methods and I personally brewed it."

As Master Li said, pouring Su Dawei a bowl.

Su Dawei lowered his head and realized that the utensils used by the county lord who used to be eclipsed was very rough at this time.

"This kind of wine must be paired with a rough porcelain bowl to taste."

Mr. Li talked and poured himself another bowl.

The wine is clear and it seems to be a good wine.

“Try it.”

Mr. Li raised the bowl and invited him.

Su Dawei was in a complicated mood, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He raised the bowl, touched him lightly, then leaned over to his mouth and took a sip.

The wine tastes sour, but it is a bit fragrant, and it is indescribable, and it tastes very strange.

"how?"

“Sour.”

"It's just sour."

Mr. Li smiled and patted his thighs, and a trace of cunning flashed from his swollen eyes: "Wine is in the world, and this world is so full of things. Wouldn't it be a word of sourness if you say it thoroughly?"

"Monday Duke."

Mr. Li waved his hand: "This wine was buried in the year when my child was born. At that time, I thought that our generation worked hard all our lives, and the younger generation would no longer need to experience war and enjoy peace, so I named it the top scholar.

If you don’t have war, then learn literature.

Among my sons, except for the third brother who died, the eldest brother and the second brother are obedient and go to study literature obediently.

But the fourth brother is so angry that I actually love to learn martial arts.

I was both angry and happy.

He was angry that he didn't do what I arranged.

What’s so happy is that I have a successor, and this kid is better than me. My martial arts and the art of strangers will not be cut off from the inheritance.”

"Monday, you..."

"This child has not talked much since he was a child and was taciturn, but I know that his heart is warm. You see, when he knew you, he brought you to me and asked me to take you in. I thought at that time, this brat is really...it's really in vain.

He is not looking for an apprentice for me, he is leaving a way out for himself."

"county……"

"I understand, he didn't say many words, but I understand them in my heart."

Mr. Li patted his thighs and laughed: "He was thinking that he had promised the country and could no longer be filial to me, for fear that I would be bullied when I was old. Let's put you next to me and look at you, just like seeing him."

"Monday Duke..."

"Drink, so much nonsense today."

Mr. Li raised the bowl and touched Su Dawei hard.

clang!

Hops splashed everywhere.

He raised his neck, took a bowl of wine, and continued to do it.

The wine that poured out flowed down his beard and wet a large area of ​​his chest.

"What a wine."

He exhaled, and his turbid old eyes seemed to lit up.

Screaming with joy.

Su Dawei was silent for it.

I dare not say or ask.

The only thing I can do is raise the wine in my hand and drink it with Mr. Li.

In a blink of an eye, a jar of wine was drunk.

Mr. Li opened the second oath again.

One bowl, another bowl...

More leaking sound.

On the ground is a rolling wine bowl.

The wine jar that was overturned was flowing out from the mouth of the jar drop by drop.

Mr. Li was drunk and lay on the table without moving, and even snoring sounds came from his breath.

Su Dawei sat on the ground with his back against the wooden pillar in a corner of the pavilion, staring at Master Li in a daze.

After drinking all night, he didn't know until now whether Mr. Li knew or not.

Can't say it.

You can't ask, either.

Before coming, I imagined that I would look at Mr. Li and cry with tears, or hug my head and cry.

But no.

There is nothing.

Could it be that I am thinking too much?

He reached into his arms and took the wood carving in his hand.

This was given to him two years ago by Li Dayong before leaving.

His fingers gently stroked the wood carving, and every line on the rough surface was neat and neat.

Through this little thing, my heart was gradually calming miraculously.

It seemed as if a force was touched through the knife marks on it.

The knife above this still has warmth.

Wood carvings have life.

It's like Li Dayong.

He did not leave.

His heart and his soul have been injected into this wood sculpture.

As he touched the wood carving, Su Dawei felt empty.

There is nothing left, my heart is empty.

Thinking seems empty.

The fish belly gradually turned white in the horizon.

This night finally passed.

Su Dawei stood up shakingly and accidentally kicked the wine jar. He heard a "gurgling" sound. The wine jar rolled over and hit the base of the table, making a "bang" sound.

Su Dawei looked at Li Keshi who was lying on the table with some concern, but saw that he had no reaction.

It's good that you haven't been awakened.

He walked to Mr. Li gently, thinking that he was so cold before dawn that he helped the county magistrate put on some clothes.

Thinking in my heart, my hands suddenly stopped.

Night attic.
Chapter completed!