Chapter 5 Liu Jingyi

"Bochen, what are you thinking about?"

Li Xiaopang looked at the silent An Baichen doubtfully. The autumn night was very cold, and the cold wind blew. Li Xiaopang's body couldn't help shaking and said timidly.

"Anwazi... You won't still hate me before..."

"Before?"

An Bochen was stunned and suddenly realized that the scene when Li Xiaopang bullied him in Yuanjing Village in the past gradually appeared in front of him, but if he hadn't thought about it deliberately, he almost forgot it. Yuanjing Village is so small. Compared with the sky-high city in front of him, the people there and the things there are nothing. Even compared with my own experience tonight, everything at that time is not worth mentioning.

When escaping from the secret room, he also had the idea of leaving this hateful little fat man, and was thrown into the corner by him in a blink of an eye. Although Li Yuanwai is the richest man in Yuanjing Village, he is usually upright and does not bully others, and he is also good for tenants, including his own. If Li Xiaopang dies and goes back alone, not only himself, I'm afraid it will be difficult for his parents to stay in the village.

"Little official, you think too much. Let's go. If the horse runs fast, he may be able to rush back to the village tomorrow evening and have a hot meal of white rice.

"That's good. I was shocked."

Seeing that An Wazi didn't care about the past, Li Xiaopang patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What am I afraid of?"

"Anwa... Bochen, you don't know that you just talked to the evil woman. Tut, literary, very powerful, just like in the play.

Li Xiaopang said with saliva, but he didn't find that the teenager beside him was slightly stunned, and then suddenly tightened the reins.

It was not until he went far away that Li Xiaoche realized it.

Looking back, I saw a teenager in a light blue cloth standing next to the official road, bowing his head and staring at the mottled moon shadow.

For no reason, Li Xiaopang's heart tightened. He didn't know what he was nervous about, but when he saw An Bochen stop in the road and no longer moving forward, he couldn't help but be nervous.

"Anwazi, let's go home!"

Li Xiaopang shouted.

But the teenager in the Tao did not say a word. The inexplicable loss was shrouded in his heart. Li Xiaopang only felt that the tip of his nose was sore and said.

"Anwazi, you don't want to..."

For a long time, An Bochen raised his head, looked at Li Xiaopang, and said calmly.

"Little official, you go back first."

He can't just leave like this.

Returning to Yuanjing Village with regret, in the face of his father who was silently holding a dry smoke, and his mother, who knew that his child could not stand out like the people in the village, but he couldn't help but be disappointed. Face the sky with your back to the loess, save money to marry a girl who is familiar in the village, and then have another baby. Repeating my father's life, I may occasionally think of what happened tonight. It's like a strange story, but there is only the beginning and no ending.

Is your play really only so short?

When staying by the prince's side, An Bochen was most looking forward to following him to the play.

The stage is very high, but the actors are very close. The prince always said that life is like a play, and a play is like life. But An Bochen doesn't think so. There will always be countless strange stories about the heroic beauty and the golden horse in the play on the stage. But in Yuanjing Village, there are only oily rice fields and quiet flowing rivers. Day after day, year after year, will never change. Young people have dreams, even the son of a tenant who is used to swallowing his anger. For An Bochen, the stage is the only place where he can find his dream. Looking at it, it will always make his palm sweat and excited.

After leaving the theater, he turned back into an ordinary servant.

But tonight, just now, as Li Xiaopang said, he really became the protagonist in the play.

Defeat the enemy chieftain, ride a horse back, young green shirt, high spirits.

Although I still feel a little trance, An Bochen clearly knows that all this has really happened. Life is like a play, a play is like a life, and the strange play is behind me, but I will miss it all my life...

Raising his head suddenly, An Bochen looked at the little fat man not far away and shouted with all his strength.

"Sy official, do me a favor and tell my father and my mother, and ask them not to worry about An Wazi. The baby is fine in the capital, and I will go home in a while!"

"Okay, okay."

Li Xiaopang nodded hurriedly, and inexplicably tears wet his clothes. He was a little lost and excited.

"I will tell Father An and Aunt Ann that An was looked up by the prince and sent to the shop as an apprentice... Don't worry, little official, I will definitely let the old man take good care of your parents. I..."

Looking at Li Xiaopang with a runny nose and tears, An Bochen smiled.

Is this the meeting and smiling enmity sung in the play?

An Bochen thought so. He pulled up the reins with a smile, turned the horse's head, and rushed into the city at night.

The young man's heart seems to be very big, but in fact, it's just as small as a slap. How can there be so much hatred?

Looking at An Bochen's back gradually disappearing in the night, Li Xiaopang cried, choked, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He wanted to be like in the play, kowtowed to An Bochen, who saved his life, and then said goodbye to each other. But looking at the tall city in front of him and the lights on the other side, he suddenly felt that the capital and An Wazi, who wanted to enter the capital, were extremely far away, which made him panic.

"Crazy, crazy, Anwazi, you are so crazy!"

Mumbling to dry his tears and looking at it for a long time, Li Xiaopang turned around and walked to Yuanjing Village.

......

Although the capital in the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous, there are also depressions outside the prosperity, such as the west of the city. Even the gate of the city was sloppy, the door was half open, and the soldiers guarding the city stood upright and crookedly and slept.

An Bochen rode his horse and rode fast. The roar and whispers of the wind slipped across his ear, making him feel more happy than ever before.

The west of the city leads to a dense mountain village in the suburbs. Naturally, the people who live here are also the most ordinary people. The streets are dizzy and uninhabited, and only young people in blue clothes run.

A kind of unrestrained and smooth flow of the heart, as light as the wind on the edge of the eyelashes.

The day is still in the city, and it has only been half a day since he left, but when he returned to the capital, An Bochen felt as fresh as when he had just arrived, and a little nervous. After all, the prince was dead, and it was a little inappropriate to go back to Yunmo Tower. But at this time, An Bochen had no time to think about the things that gave him a headache. He had been exhausted all night. At present, he just wanted to go to the river with painted and fireworks to lie quietly for a night. It's natural to fall asleep. If not, at least you can listen to the people's songs and sleep a night. As for the future livelihood, the prince's last sentence reminded him that as long as he finds the gold-inlaid and jade puppet, with the prince's reputation, he will be able to sell it at a good price, open a teahouse with money, and bring the second old man to the capital to enjoy happiness.

"Jiu Chenjun..."

The teenager muttered in a low voice, and the vivid puppet in the hands of the actor flashed in his mind, and his eyes were slightly complicated.

What are the secrets of immortals?

If so, why doesn't the prince practice himself? Don't talk about the secrets of the fairy family. Even the "literary martial arts and fire practice", I haven't seen the prince practice. Not only do I not practice, but I also strictly prohibit the servants around me to practice.

"Wenwuhuo Practice" is not a secret in the State of Liu. You can buy one with three copper plates in the study, but you can't practice alone. You need a master to plant Wenhuo or Wuhuo for you. Therefore, unless you are a son of a family or a disciple of Taoism, ordinary people can rarely practice. However, such stories often appear in the play. The orphan with a deep blood feud was chased and killed by the enemy. He fell off the cliff, met a senior, taught martial arts on his deathbed, and opened up three feet of gods, and poured him a Jiazi aura. When the orphan came out of the cliff, he turned into a peerless master, killed the enemy, and revenged deeply. Qiu, make a name for ten thousand.

If there are too many such stories, it will be fake. The prince smiled and said nothing, but An Bochen was always watching it with interest and looked at how good it would be if the adventure fell on him.

The moonlight sprinkled like mercury on the cramped and quiet streets of the West City. The teenager was running like a horse while thinking about his thoughts. I don't know how long it took. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a thin Taoist standing with his hands in the road a hundred steps away.

The starlight is shining, spreading around, and the moonlight is like water, leaking the robe. At first glance, it is really like the kind of master of the world, like a fairy. Although he is just standing with his hands behind his back, his whole body is full of outstanding temperament.

For no reason, An Bochen's heart jumped up.

You can come whatever you think in your heart. Is it really like the performance in the play? If you don't die in a disaster, you will be blessed. As soon as I escaped from the disaster of killing, I met a master?

"Do you want to learn Taoism?"

A slightly hoarse voice came, and An Bochen only felt a "bang" on his head and his face was dull. At this moment, there was nothing but excitement and ecstasy in his heart.

Ten steps apart, An Bochen stopped and looked at the man nervously.

Silence, An Bochen reacted for a long time. He hurriedly rolled off the saddle and hesitated for a moment. He did not kneel and just bowed to the man.

"Disciple An Bochen, it's an honor to meet your predecessors."

Watching a lot of dramas, this is naturally easy to say, An Bochen said respectfully.

After waiting for a long time, the man still didn't say anything.

Did I annoy him because I didn't kneel down?

An Bochen's eyelids jumped and hesitated, but somehow, after a bloody night, his easily bent knees resisted and did not want to break easily.

His forehead was sweating. An Bochen peeked at the master and saw his body shaking gently, just like the exaggerated actor on the stage when he was angry.

At this moment, the strange voice spread to his ears, and then gradually spread.

"Gig..."

The master is actually laughing?

The Taoist slowly turned around, and the moon was like water, spread on the bronze tusks mask, but An Bochen was shocked.

Not good! It's Wang Xiner's! Why do they still stay in the city?

Wow, is it that you came to kill me...