Chapter 13: July and a half

Xia Houyun lived a full life of a young man who was full and full of sleep.
The closing of each door is a small world, not to mention that Xia Houzhen is an injury, but to say that Xie Houlan is standing by, and no one dares to control how Xia Houyun can do well. As a result, during this period of injury, he was almost younger than the young master.
Xie Jinglan didn't really care about what happened to Xie's family. He asked Lianxiang to tell the housekeeper, remind him to be careful about the portal, and then closed the book. He expected that the housekeeper would deal with this matter without the need of their children.
After half a month, the wound was almost crusted. Xia Houzhen crooked on the bed all day, and occasionally went to Xie Jinglan's house to harass him to study. Xie Jinglan practiced quietly in the chasing the moon tower, and I kept quiet in the north and the east, south and north, and turned a deaf ear to Xia Hou's noise.
Occasionally, Xie Jinglan inquisitively asked Xia Houxi's previous life, and he replaced the thieves and thieves in his mouth with assassins.
Xia Houyi's days were novel and boring.
Everyone in the world thought that Galan should be a wine pond meat forest. Assassins sang beautiful women and drank fine wine all night long, and the blood-stained sword lay across the flowers. But in fact they live in a big mountain with a very old name. Garam's boss is a monk who is about to die, guarding a tattered temple. The horrifying Gala Luoman Dashan chased her uneasy son, and salivated his face to go to the next door to discuss the pot.
All assassins were planted with a poison called "July and a Half", and they took antidote once a year, otherwise they would be tortured to death on July and a half. When the mountains are closed every year, assassins gather in the temple that is about to collapse, holding a cup of hot tea in their hands, listening to the scriptures that are longer than the old woman's foot wraps, and then reporting to their heads of the year , And then take away the antidote for the next year from the rice bowl.
Every year, the faces you see will change, and some people will never return to the mountains, and their bodies will rot in the mud like salted fish. No one mentioned their names again, and their seats would soon be replaced by other assassins. Xia Houyi always felt that the abbot every time he wanted to read the scriptures was overtaking them, although he fell asleep every time he heard half.
His mother is often absent. He jumps up and down in the mountains like a wild monkey. Even though he has made a lot of wild things, such as bird and wood tribulus, one accidentally hit and lived on the mountain. The other assassins were inevitably caught and beaten. Xia Hou's skin is as thick as the bottom of the pot.
Not many assassins remained on the mountain, and only the old bald donkey kept there all the year round. But the immortal never spoke well, and only muttered the scriptures. Sometimes the naughty is tight, and he was caught by the uncle Duan under the Buddha statue in the temple to listen to his chanting. It really hurts to live and die.
More often, it was Xia Houzhen who was lying alone in the woods and dazed. Every bird nest in the tree in the mountain was pulled by him, every stream was crossed by him, and the creatures in the mountain were somewhat spiritual. Knowing the terribleness of this hairy child, the birds and beasts he went by were almost extinct.
So the heavy mountains were stacked with heavy mountains, Song Tao swelled endlessly, and the assassin's hut was empty. Xia Houyu sat under the blue steps and listened to the old bald donkey muttering endlessly, lethargic. He had to go back to the story told to him by Wei Jia Lou Luo, and revisit the mountains and forests that can be reached with his eyes closed, day after day.
Speaking of which, Xie Jinglan was his first friend.
"In the future, apart from inheriting their skills and running around the rivers and lakes, will you have no other way to go?" Xie Jinglan asked.
"Our group of people, there are only two ways to go in life, either running with their predecessors, or staying in the mountains for a lifetime, the old dead forest." Xia Houyu picked the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin and said, "I don't want to be trapped in my life. In the mountains, I had to learn the craft with adults. "
"That old monk is so powerful? Can it trap so many of you?"
Xia Houyi did not want to spend his tongue explaining the "July and a half" thing, and only sighed: "Even my mother can't beat him."
The sun-transparent carved window hit Xia Houyi's half of his body, as if he had carved a lot of patterns on him, light and dark, overlapping. He hid half of his face in the shadows, his eyes dangling, and his right hand slammed the charcoal fire.
Xie Jinglan thought that he was so heartless and heartless that there were times when he didn't.
"I'm really envious of you, Master Jinglan." Xia Houxi said softly, "Did you not ask me why I wanted to help you?"
Xie Jinglan froze.
"I am destined to have no hope," Xia Houzhen raised his head, with a little smile in his eyes. "But you have it. You read and become an official. You have a good self-cultivation in the world.
He and Xie Jinglan walked exactly two paths, one to the flowers and the other to the place where there was no light.
Xie Jinglan felt like a few small needles stuck in her heart.
He opened his mouth: "I ..."
Does he really want this?
When I first studied, I wanted to one day thank Xie's head and kneel down, regret it. Later, after studying with Dai Shengyan, he changed his original despicable idea.
It was only from beginning to end that what he was most concerned about was not the multitude of sentient beings on the streets.
They are too far, too many.
And his heart is very small, and the bottom of his heart is only enough to hold a little stuff.
"I will save you. When you are in charge of the administration, you will be out of the sea of ​​hardship. No matter how strong your boss is, you will not be able to defeat a thousand troops."
Xia Houzhen stopped using the charcoal fire, and scratched his head embarrassedly, and said, "What you are saying is as if I am a big beauty who is all over the country. You are going to use your country's power to your relatives."
Xie Jinglan was still a little hesitant. He was afraid that Xia Houxi laughed at his uncontrollable power. After all, how could things be accurate in the future, and how could he be sure that he would position himself as an extreme minister over the years?
Even if he is sure, can Xia Houyi wait until then?
But I did not expect that Xia Houyi was inexperienced in the end. He had too many talents and beautiful girls in his mind, and the general princess's boring textbooks and foldable plays left Xie Jinglan speechless.
Xie Jinglan gave Xia Houyi a glance, and said, "You look good, you don't bear the name."
The days passed so quickly that spring began. Xia Houyi stepped on Xie Jinglan's obscene clothes and trousers in the basin. He tied his pants around his sleeves, exposed his long arms and legs, washed his clothes for a while, his hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his cheeks. The twelve-year-old boy is sturdy and has a sunny spirit.
He didn't dare to step on it for too long, after all, if Xie Jinglan knew that he was doing laundry like this, he would be so annoyed and come back to life. Xie Jinglan's boy has been reluctant to hand over his pants to Aunt Lan and Lianxiang since he "pissed" his pants at night. Anyway, Xia Houyi knew this, and he didn't want to do the laundry himself, so he threw his clothes and pants to Xia Houyi.
After finally washing the clothes, Xia Houyi hung the clothes on a clothesline, garnished himself, and went to the library to receive Xie Lan. Dai Shengyan went to Mochou Lake in the past few days, and Xie Jinglan went to the library to read. There was a temple fair this evening, and Xia Houyi grimaced Xie Jinglan for a long time before allowing him to sneak out to watch lanterns at night.
Xie Jinglan buried his head on the square table of Lihuamu, and a small mountain of books piled up in front of him. He was wearing a white folder, and was more and more like a white badger, but he was thinner and sickly, like paper. Those who are confused can drift away without a trace when the wind blows.
Xia Hou shouted "Master", Xie Jinglan raised his head and glanced at him lightly, he was too beautiful, and a casual glance had a bit of a fascinating taste. Xia Houzhen spit out his tongue in his heart and changed his name: Miss Jing Lan.
Xia Houyi helped him to organize his book box, put it on the bookshelf, and changed the people he brought to him. This is not the first time they have done this. Xia Houyi was born with a magical nature. Whoever touches him will be taken by him. He will never return on the crooked road, and even Lianxiang will be taken out of the house Shopping once. It was only that Lianxiang went out of the house and twirled in the Zhifen shop, after which Xia Houyi vowed not to take her out.
"You can only play for half an hour," Xie Jinglan told.
Xia Houzhen nodded his head and said, "Come!"
The two took a trail and walked over two walls, leaving the house. As he was about to leave the lane, he suddenly heard a strange yin and yang voice behind him: "Master Three, where are you going?"
The two were dumbfounded, their bodies were half-cooled, and they slowly turned around. It was Liu Ye, the flesh full of faces, and a pair of quilted eyes that emitted cold light.
"I can catch you, and you're too brazen. If your slave wasn't staring at you, your wife wouldn't know you were so brave."
Xia Houzhen secretly hated not to guard against Liu Xie's spy, usually Xie Jinglan stayed very late in the library, the location of the library was very remote, no one was there, they wanted to pretend that they were still studying in the library, in fact People have long gone to watch the lantern, but did not expect that Liu Ye was still aware of it.
Xia Hou took a step forward and said, "It was me who led the master to slip out of the house. If you want to punish me, punish me!"
"Xia Houyi, there's nothing for you to talk about!" Xie Jinglan grabbed Xia Houyi's wrist, and said, "Well, don't say anything, Madam will punish you."
Liu Ye didn't spare any of them, and took two people to the house together. The willow stalks and lanterns were lit on the moon, and the dim light pressed against the gloomy shadow of the beam beams. Xiao and Xie Bingfeng sat on the top. The shadow covered Xie Bingfeng's face, making him look unpredictable.
Xie Jinglan knelt down on the ground, nodding her head squarely, and said, "Jing Lan came to ask his father for sin."
Xie Bingfeng hated steel and said, "For my father, I thought you were a good person who can study at ease. I didn't expect it to be so nonsense. Say, where are you going crazy?"
"I was going to visit the temple fair." Xie Jinglan lowered her eyebrows, her face full of Wenliang Gongjianrong, "Jing Lan was wrong, please ask my father to punish him, and Jing Lan would not dare to repeat it."
Xie Bingfeng saw that he took the initiative to admit his mistake, and he was well-behaved, and he was half-hearted. He said, "Well, you are still young and playful is inevitable. When you go back and read the book well, you don't care about it.
Xie Jinglan nodded her head and was about to step down, but Xiao said loudly: "Slow, sir, we have always been diligent and hard-working. You do n’t know at home all year round, but I know it best, this child Working hard, I just had to hang my head over the beam and spine. I've never heard of things like slipping out of the temple and visiting a temple fair. I must have been stunned.
Xie Bingfeng's eyes moved to Xia Houyi, and he said vaguely, "Xia Houyi, what do you say?"
Xia Houfang wanted to speak, Xie Jinglan responded first: "Father, Xia Houzhen did mention the temple fair a few days ago, but it was his son who decided to see it. The son lived in absurdity, and even at the festive season, his wife pityed his son. I am weak, so I can rest at home and never take me out, so I have been looking forward to it, but I am embarrassed to say, and now I want to split, I took Xia Houyi to sneak out. I know it is wrong, father You have to punish, your son dare not disobey. "
Xie Bingfeng glanced at Xiao's and coughed. "Your mother is also kind. If you want to follow along, you can say that you can't hold you back."
Xiao didn't expect to be beaten and raked, and his teeth were itchy, making Liu Ye wink.
Liu Ye emerged from behind and said mysteriously, "Master, you still don't know anything."
Xie Bingfeng looked at her behavior and said with a little disappointment, "There is something to say quickly, the family does not pretend to be a ghost."
Liu Xie said quickly: "This Xia Hou Xun not only sent Master to the temple fair, but also encouraged him to go to the Evening Tower to listen to the music. I do n’t know how much money he was rewarded. Every month's money was spent. Only the day before I helped the master to clean up the bed, I found out ... "
Xie Bingfeng was angry and said, "What did you find?"
Liu Ye made a look of timidity, and said, "I found a sweatshirt with something 'Junxin' or 'Panshi' embroidered on it. Hey, the old slave hasn't read the book and didn't know what to write. What the hell."
"Isn't 'Jun's heart like a rock, and my heart like a pampas grass'?" Xiao covered his scarlet lips and revealed the taste of gloating. "Master, look at this Xia Hou, really a scourge. Just don't learn it well, He went on a crooked road with shock. "
"You nonsense! I haven't been to any Evening House before, it's all you nonsense!" Xiahou exclaimed angrily.
Liu Ye said: "Master doesn't believe it. There is no money left in Xia Houyi's house, and then he searches for Master. The master of sweatshirts is on his body every day."
"Father Mingjian, we have never been to Wanxiang Tower. My house has always been cleaned up by Xia Houyi, and when did Liu Xie move it? This slavery is so yellow and horrible that his father can pass the people of Qiuwuyuan to ask questions. Then you know what I say is true. "
Xie Jinglan was anxious, and secret events were not good. Mrs. Xiao apparently came to Xia Houyi. Xia Houyi's monthly money was bought and eaten. In all likelihood, that sweatshirt was hidden by them by Liu Ye, and they must not be searched.
Evening House? Jinling Qinhuai River Goulan Washe countless, why do they bite it is Wanxiang Tower?
Xiao Shi Yang said, "Of course you have to ask, but you have to search for it. Come, search for me!"
The women on the side immediately rushed forward, grabbed Xie Jinglan, searched up and down, and finally didn't know which woman reached into the sister's mezzanine and pulled out a big red sweat towel. The others looked outside, only to see that it was taken from Xie Jinglan's arms, and they did not know that the sweat towel was hidden in the mezzanine.
Xie Jinglan and Xia Houyi looked at the sweat towel, their faces turned pale.
Xiao's pretending to be sad: "How old are you, you will become so accustomed to it, and will you have it in the future? Xia Houyi, Mr. Dai appreciates you and redeems you without telling me. The master also lifts you up and keeps you in the third master Be a companion to your side, you're better off, even if you don't study well with the master, what is your peace of mind! "
Xia Hou has a hundred mouths to argue, and can only be anxious from the bottom.
Xie Bingfeng took the big red sweat towel and was fragrant. He almost did not smoke him with a sneeze. The short verses were embroidered on the corners. The style was "Liu Xiangnu". .
Liu Xiangnu is the first name of Liu Ji, the first brand of Evening Mansion. She has a high vision and is not easy to go downstairs. Even his Xie Bingfeng took a lot of effort and learned countless beautiful words to win the beauty. There is also a sweatshirt lying on it, embroidered with the same name, except that the poem is "May I be like the moon of the stars, and the night will be bright and clean."
Dare to love this Liu Ji prepared a lot of such sweat towels, do you have one for each benefactor? Poems without repetition?
Xie Bingfeng didn't know whether it was Xie Jinglan who was so young that he lingered in Liuxiang, a flowery street. Was it that Liu Ji did not take a heavy handkerchief, or was it that his father and son accidentally accompany a prostitute and picked up the table Shake the tea bowl on Xie Jinglan's body, the tea dripped over him, and the tea cup was scattered.
The room was silent, Xie Bingfeng threw his sweatshirt on the ground, and roared, "Little bunny, see what you have done! How come you have Liu Ji's sweatshirt?"
Xie Jinglan was smashed by a tea cup, but it seemed like nothing was wrong, his face was still cold, and he could not see any emotion. He picked up the sweatshirt, glanced left and right, and threw it on the ground again, "This sweatshirt is not mine."
Xia Houyi also went up and looked at it, seeing Liu Xiangnu in the corner, his look became a little complicated.
Xiao's head was closed, and he sighed, "Master, the children of Xie's gathered in Yanbo Lake. How big the battle was, it was only this boy who got Mr. Xie's blue eyes. You also said that our Xie family always calculated Good seed, pointing at his Guangzong Yaozu. In the end, he was young and could not stand the temptation of others. "Then, glanced at Xia Houyi, and said," This thing, I ca n’t tell your friends who know you, or else How can you laugh off the big teeth of others? "
Xie Bingfeng has always regarded his skin as more important than his life, and even the moldy decay of a stomach must be covered with Jinyu's skin. Xie Jinglan got the appreciation of Dai Shengyan and gave him a lot of faces. The guest praised "Tiger's father without a dog" and "Shuxiangmendi, Xie's Gate". The more the fake face, the more important he became, and he used to fame and reputation, and could not tolerate a little bit of infringement.
Immediately furious, he pointed at Xie Jinglan's nose and scolded: "This dirty thing has been found out of your clothes, you dare to quibble! It's either yours or your companion. Yes, I was born to support you, just to let you do this? "
Seeing Xie Jinglan's expressionless, Xiao couldn't help but feel disgusted, adding vinegar and vinegar: "What kind of chicken lays what kind of egg. Isn't the egg good?"
Xie Jinglan suddenly looked up and stared at Xiao's.
Xie Bingfeng coughed and said embarrassedly, "Okay, what are you talking about?"
"Why, you ca n’t even say it? You were drunk and fascinated. You not only gave birth to this scumbag, but you also went down to the third level. The great future is gone." Xiao sneered, "I did it myself Sin paid for himself. "
Xie Bingfeng said impatiently: "How many times, don't mention that bitch." Speaking of the words, Xie Jinglan remembered that Xie Jinglan was still here, and he couldn't help but glance at him, seeing that his head was down, and his pale chin was like a pole. The guilt that had been raised by his mother was suppressed, and the annoyed feelings in the vines were born, and the eyes closed, "No more, Xie Jinglan, go to the ancestral hall and kneel and reflect carefully, and then ban your feet in the yard. Except for going to Mr. Dai ’s school, no one is allowed to go. As for Xia Houyi, I ca n’t afford to thank you for this great Buddha. When Mr. Dai comes back, let him take you away!

After all, Xia Houyi didn't hold back, and said angrily, "The deceased is already crippled. You are so bitter and mean, you are the first in the family!"
Xie Bingfeng said angrily, "Smelly boy, how can you talk!"
Xia Houyi took a sip in his heart and looked at Xie Jinglan. Xia Houyi knelt on his back and could only see his back.
Xie Jinglan was lowering her head, her pale face hidden in the shadows, her expression unpredictable.
He heard the servants whisper around, like a bug crawling across the table with his thin wings, hissing. The candlestick on the table burst, and the light and shadow on the ground shook. Gengfu knocked the mule outside the wall, and it sounded like it was hitting the bottom of his heart, and it was dull and painful.
He suddenly made a noise. Although it was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly.
"This one is not mine."
"Oh? What do you mean, Xia Hou's?" Xiao cried with red lips, Yingying laughed.
Xie Jinglan slowly raised his head and stared directly at Xiao's eyes. The eyes were so dark that Xiao seemed to see a demon hiding inside.
"If I'm right, its owner should be your son, Xie Jingtao."