Remaining Memories of Old Years

At first, Yin'er looked at the distant and far-reaching picture in front of her, and couldn't help but sigh at the thoughtfulness of the situation. It turns out that her parents are the same as herself. The longer people live in the bloody storm, the more they yearn for that kind of love.

Eternal tranquility, so facing the fragrance of flowing water and flowers, and the thin mist, Yin'er would think of Qianling Peak and the agreement he had made with Yunyan, and then fall into reverie and lose vigilance... These two flying arrows suddenly appeared, and caused a lot of confusion.

Round after round of gun and knife attacks from left and right, Yin'er didn't expect it and was in a hurry. If Lin Qian hadn't been by his side, he would have died a thousand times.

These hidden arrows and open spears do not come from any other enemy - it is the mechanism that Liu Yue arranged at the end of the bridge early in the morning. If not touched, it will be hidden. When touched, it will open and trigger the follow-up... It really destroyed the initial Yin'er.

This mood also completely changed Yin'er's original impression of her: her mother would indeed follow the king and yearn for peace like herself, but that was only one ten thousandth of her mother's temperament.

As Lin Qian said, Liu Yue is an amazing genius, no matter how many characteristics she has - no characteristics can overshadow her intelligence. How can Xijiang Yue, who makes a career out of wood and stone carving, let the fake be confused with the real, even Zhuge

Everyone is ashamed of themselves; the traps are superbly designed without any flaws, and even Lin Qian didn't hide until he arrived. Can he learn something about the tunnels of Lan Mansion in Dali? And Yin'er knows better, with his father's legendary ruthlessness

Even a king would find it difficult to grasp all of his mother's thoughts. When his father calls his mother "girl", except that he is fourteen years older than her, it is probably more of an expression of helplessness towards her intelligence.

This kind of intelligence is a big one, not Yin'er's petty cleverness. Yin'er tilted her head and thought, not understanding why her mother could build such a masterpiece, but her daughter could only dig holes...

After getting out of the dangerous situation of the trestle, everything returned to peace, as if nothing had happened. Only then did Yin'er understand that it is not so easy to explore the past. The world behind the fence door may be the paradise that father and mother love most, but it is outside.

The hell that people have to go through - the courtyard is likely to be as densely packed with traps and traps as the end of the bridge. That is natural. How can the place for the two of them be easily disturbed by anyone. In view of this, except for those who have locked their hearts

In addition to Wanyan Yonglian after Liu Yue's death, there was also Liu Yue who had a strong sense of self-protection back then. She worked carefully, as she should.

"Why does it seem like I've been to this place before?" Lin Qian looked around and felt vaguely familiar.

"This place...? I was born in this place." Yin'er was startled, how could you have been here?

"Could it be that on the way from hell to the earth, we came together, but you liked this place, so you stopped, and I continued to Sichuan, and your soul has been floating here?" Lin Qiantuo

"Gills," he said humorously.

Yin'er... broke into a cold sweat, had goosebumps on his skin, and his hair stood on end. He stared at Lin Qian and couldn't say a word. It's really terrible, who has he been possessed by the Alliance King recently? He always says things that are not his style...

"Fortunately, Yin'er liked this place and stopped, otherwise... we may not meet each other in this life, how can we know each other and agree with each other." Lin Qian's tone suddenly returned to calmness, Yin'er was stunned, his vision blurred, and she tightened her grip on him

She leaned on his arm and leaned her head on his elbow, gently burying it in, smiling: "Then it's worth spending two more years working for you."

At this moment, I wish time had stopped, people and everything were frozen, and with these hands, with Lin Qian's strength, I could hold the streamer still and not move.

Push open the fence door and slowly walk into this underground farm.

The courtyard is full of bamboos and fragrant branches surround the surroundings. The paths paved with bluestones are natural and elegant.

The more you get inside, the more surprised you become. It turns out that the scenery in this scene will show changes in color, arrangement, and even structure depending on the perspective. It is also real and illusory, half real and half virtual, and weird. One moment, I saw it all over the mountain.

Cui, if you take one step forward, the mountains will already be dark blue. If you take half a step forward, you will be right between the emerald and blue. It feels like a ridge on the side and a peak on the side, but it seems to be even better.

This imaginary universe where you can reach eternal daylight with the help of the jade above your head, these mountain lines expressed by the rock formations in the ground, this series of colorful and ever-changing glimpses can be said to be borrowed from time to time... If it is really like Yin'er was born in

Since I never came out from inside, will I become a frog in a well and think that the world is like this? Yes, at least it looks the same as the real thing, charming eyes...

However, the sweet flowers blooming with winding paths are always pure white. It makes people sigh that there are thousands of illusions in the world, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the truth.

Lin Qian hugged Yin'er tightly for a moment. Fortunately, she was there in this dangerous and unpredictable world.

At this moment, she said with a smile, it's hard to distinguish between true and false? Everything that shouldn't appear is false, and everything that should appear is true. Haha, yes, Yin'er's principles are always so simple and easy to understand. However, for him

As far as I'm concerned, as long as there is a possibility of threatening Yin'er's safety, both truth and falsehood are equally important. She is never allowed to touch anything casually. He must go first every step of the way.

Finally, we arrived at the first room, a farmhouse with stone houses, simple and slightly ancient.

"'What a shameful thing'?!" Yin'er noticed that there was a horizontal inscription on the door of the house, and stared at it for a full moment before reading it out. Because these four words were too difficult to distinguish, Yin'er was a little angry while reading, but it happened to be

Express the momentum of these four characters in place.

Lin Qian followed the sound and saw that the four characters were dancing with dragons and phoenixes. The strokes were continuous and uninhibited. If they were classified as calligraphy fonts, they would be wild cursive. No wonder Yin'er had a very difficult time reading them out. It can be seen from a person's handwriting.

That man's magnanimity, his writing power is so majestic, and he is even more like a dragon leaping over the Tianmen and a tiger crouching in the Phoenix Pavilion. He must have been written by Wanyan Yonglian.

Lin Qian thought that most people would write "This is a shabby room" on the door of their house to show "I am virtuous and kind", but Liu Yue chose to use these four words, because small things make big things happen. Yin'er often does things well.

Publicity should come from Liu Yue's insistence on going her own way.

"Hey, if it were me, I wouldn't write a horizontal comment like this." Yin'er had the intention of tampering.

"Then how do you want to write it?" Lin Qian asked curiously.

"Hehe, write 'Confucius said'." Yin'er smiled slyly, very naughty, but it doesn't actually mean the same thing?

"Haha." Lin Qian laughed, "Not serious." He thought to himself, Yin'er would be much more difficult to deal with than her mother in this regard.

Lin Qian suddenly suppressed his smile and looked at Yin'er intently. Lin Qian actually hoped that Yin'er could inherit Liu Yue's disdainful attitude towards worldly affairs. It would be better than being a strong-willed person like now. The less serious he is, the more he cares.

"Don't just laugh at me. You can also take some words from the "Inscription on a Humble Room" to make a horizontal description of this house. I'm not allowed to be too vulgar or too elegant. It's best to fit the situation and the scene.

"Within a stick of incense, please tell me." Yin'er said.

"No need, I have one right now, it's perfect for the occasion." Lin Qian smiled.

"Huh?" Yin'er was startled.

"'There are no white men in the world.'" Lin Qian teased Yin'er, "Does it fit this situation?"

"Go!" She blushed, knowing that he was not only mocking her for showing off, but also laughing at Feng Qiwu back then, who laughed at his master's arty manner even though he was ignorant.

At this moment, Lin Qian went to read the couplet, and it was still written in wild cursive handwriting, written in one go, galloping left and right: "Enjoy the joy of old farmers and old fields, taste the hills and valleys."

After pondering for a moment, Lin Qian nodded: "If that's the case, 'He Shaozhi You' is correct, and 'Confucius said' can only cover the first half of the sentence."

"Hmm..." Playing the piano to Niu, Yin'er was still studying these words. Liu Yue's talented womanly temperament was probably passed on to Lan Yuze.

Pushing open the door and entering this house, there is something unexpected. If the outside is quiet and the talents of Liu Yue and Wanyan Yonglian are not deliberately hidden, then the internal structure of this house is really that of an ordinary farmhouse.

It has no special features at all - a simple table, two stools, a spinning wheel, and an old cupboard. It returns to nature, with men farming and women weaving. No matter how hard you try, people will not believe that the person who lives here is the order.

The princes and princesses of the world.

"Sure enough, I am working as an old farmer while enjoying the hills and valleys." Lin Qian sighed.

"That's right, no matter how elegant a person is, he still needs to eat and sleep." Yin'er... was definitely born in the year of Ox.

"On the top of the saw wave, it was vaguely decorated like this." Lin Qian recalled the life of his parents, although the jade purple smoke might just be Yunlan's fill-in-the-blank.

"No, there is one less thing here than Jialangding." Yin'er smiled evilly and shook her head.

"What?" Lin Qian was stunned and noticed that she looked lewd.

"One bed is missing." Yin'er smiled evilly.

"Huh? Why do we need a bed?" Lin Qian said to himself - you two vulgar people and whores, can you please stop destroying this artistic conception!

At that time, Yin'er hadn't heard what Lin Qian meant, so she pulled him directly to the back door: "Fool, there must be more than one place, let's explore further!"

Yin'er just saw that this place is vast. There must be more than one house located here. It's impossible for every house to be of the same style. If you live in it monotonously, you will definitely be suffocated. Besides, if you write a couplet on the outside, you can't find it on the inside.

But if you don’t play chess, chess, calligraphy and painting, “tuning the qin and reading the golden scriptures”, it’s too uninteresting.

So he pulled Lin Qian out of the back door and walked through many neighboring houses in one breath. However, to Yin'er's disappointment, these houses were all unremarkable, except that they were slightly repaired and less shabby than the first one.

Apart from that, the internal layout is exactly the same as the first one.

Lin Qian was secretly alert. The decorations of these dozen or so houses were almost the same. It was probably Liu Yue's intention. If he wasn't careful, he might get lost in them. So starting from the third house, Lin Qian was already memorizing the directions and directions.

layout.

Fortunately, the style of the courtyard where each house is located is slightly different, and each has a couplet corresponding to the scene in front of the door. For example, in the courtyard of "Strange stones contain eternal beauty, and the fragrance of exotic flowers moves thousands of mountains in autumn", there must be rocks,

There are more flowers than others; and in the small garden with the words "You can sit on the rocks and enjoy the springs, and lean on the railings to enjoy the flowers", there is a deep pool in the rockery, the cave is deep, and the spring water is a little clearer. In that garden, there is also a corner

There is an extra purple clay pot for drinking tea. If you don't look carefully, you won't realize it at all. Then I walked to a place where it was written "The spring water in Liutang is slow, and the sunset in Huawu is late." When I walked into the yard, I suddenly felt enlightened. It was indeed

The scenery in the poem, even the light, is just right. The scenery in the distance is like a three-dimensional scene, and the space near is like a poem and painting. Liuyue, Liuyue, is really a fairy.

Lin Qian memorized the order of these couplets, so that he would not make mistakes in the route. At first, Yin'er didn't understand when he recited it, but later she understood that if she went back alone now, the preservation would go astray.

After all, this is my first time here. The differences in the scenery are too few and too subtle, and the sense of direction underground is poor...

"Fortunately, you are also a craftsman and are familiar with my mother's psychology. Otherwise, I would have gone around in circles and never expected to find out about my parents' affair." Yin'er smiled as brightly as a flower. At that time, Lin Qian thought, even if the front is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, he still has to accompany Yin'er.

Yin'er went there. Because Yin'er can no longer recognize his ancestors, how could he not satisfy her even with this small idea? Even if she is doing it out of a heartless gossip mentality, let alone she is not.

After wandering for about a mile, the scenery of the courtyard is completely different from the previous one. There are a few fewer bamboo trees, flowers and stones, but it has a pastoral style that is more suitable for the perspective. It is equipped with fishing boats, waterwheels, terraces, etc., which makes people feel like "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence.

The artistic conception of "Seeing Nanshan leisurely". Yin'er let out a sigh. She just saw this in the painting. Unexpectedly, in just a moment, she and Lin Qian were already integrated into the painting together.

As the path goes deeper and deeper, the handwriting on the door couplet gradually becomes less sloppy, perhaps blending into the situation, and the writing style becomes subtle and subtle. But it is still written by the same person.

"Your father is so proficient in these many fonts that he mastered them all in one furnace, which is as good as the ancients." Lin Qian sincerely praised, which shows how proficient Wanyan Yonglian is in Han culture.

"What?" Yin'er was puzzled.

"His calligraphy is really like everyone else's. Coupled with your mother's ability to dig ponds, build mountains, and stack rocks to manage water, this place seems to be more than a simple and authentic place. It is really an underground palace and a miniature garden." Lin Qian said.

"Well... the courtyards are indeed beautiful, and the scenery is also very good. But the disadvantage is that the internal structure of each house is exactly the same, which is a bit monotonous." Yin'er sighed, "Everyone is like this.

I like to create some glamorous landscapes, but I forget that there is still a mess in every corner. She must not be that vulgar, maybe she is setting up a maze, no way..." He said to himself, looking at the couplet in front of him, "'

You two are having sex with each other, and you are trying to find out who is picky in my family... Huh? What does this pairing mean?"

Lin Qian was startled, realized it, and smiled: "Your mother has predicted what you are thinking at the moment. This couplet is a riddle."

"Riddle..." Yin'er muttered silently.
To be continued...