flagship summer song

Chapter 1 First Meeting

In the season of fire in July, Nanyuan, a small town south of the south of the Yangtze River, is not too hot. It has only experienced a heavy rain not long ago, and the streets still have the fresh smell of rain.

A yellow bird fluttered down on the window lattice, tilted its head and pecked at its own feathers, flew down without fear of anyone, stomped on the desk unscrupulously, and added to a piece of writing that Chen Yao had just written. Several "bamboo leaves" shadows.

Chen Yao was leaning on the pillars in the porch and flipping through the scrolls. He turned around when he heard the chirping of birds, but he didn't mind. He put away the books, walked into the room, bent down and grabbed a handful of broken rice from under the table, A golden hill was scattered on the window sill. The little sparrow flapped its wings, flew to his hand, and jumped to the window sill to eat.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen," a little boy ran across the corridor to the window sill, startled the little bird and flew onto Chen Yao's shoulder, protesting something, Chen Yao raised his finger and touched the little bird's head , Let Xiao Queer jump onto his hand and send it to the window sill to continue eating.

Chen Yao asked the boy: "What's the matter? Your young master refuses to listen to the teacher's words and recite the book?"

The little boy shook his head from side to side, took a few breaths, and said, "My son said to invite Mr. Chen to come to the house to talk."

Chen Yao pondered for a while, nodded in agreement, and asked the boy to wait a while. He went to the inner room to change a piece of clothes, took the folding fan from the bookshelf, and left the house with the boy.

The Chen House and the Lin House are very close to each other, only one street apart, the two families have a good relationship, and they usually go there on foot when visiting each other.

Chen Yao followed Xiao Tong and did not enter through the main entrance of the Lin Mansion. Although the two families were close friends, the same generation naturally did not pay much attention to etiquette, but when they saw someone older than themselves, they would inevitably have to be polite and asked about their homework. Chen Yao didn't want to deal with these troublesome things, so he usually asked Xiao Tong to take him in through the corner gate and go directly to the courtyard where Lin Dao lived.

Lin Dao is the eldest son of the Lin family, and the courtyard is much larger than Chen Yao's. The family boy and boy come and go, making the courtyard very lively. Although Chen Yao is also among the "four princes of Nanyuan", he and Compared with the other three, they are not so "authentic" sons.

Chen Yao is a frequent visitor to the Lin Mansion. All the servants in the family know him, and they always call him "Mr. Chen" when they meet. As for what to call him behind his back, he doesn't know all about it, but he doesn't care much about it all the time, and they all nodded back. present.

Lin Dao practiced his sword in the yard, the wind whizzed from the sword, but the shadow of the sword was elegant, his hands were raised and his sleeves fluttered, and he made a set of gestures, which attracted the applause and applause of the onlookers.

Chen Yao knew that Lin Dao didn't like books since he was a child, but he was very keen on these swords and firearms, so he was not in a hurry to interrupt the other party, just stood by the corridor and waited while watching. The boy knew his habit, so he ran away when he was led here Yes, after a while tea was brought to him.

Seeing Chen Yao, Lin Dao put away his sword, and the little boy cleverly handed over the towel. Chen Yao opened the folding fan, walked to the pavilion and sat down.

"It's rare that Mr. Lin is in such a good mood, why do you have time to invite me to drink tea?" Chen Yao looked at the Biluochun brought by the boy, the melodious white smoke carried the fragrance of tea, but he was not in a hurry to taste it, so he put away the folding fan, He propped his chin and looked at the person in front of him.

"It's rare that my father is not at home, and no one cares about my studies. I happened to play a few times. How do you think?" Lin Dao practiced sword practice and was thirsty. , here in Lindao, naturally, any good tea tastes the same, and the emphasis is on quenching thirst.

"Very good." Chen Yao picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip.

"What, it's the same as not saying it." Lin Dao gave him a contemptuous look, waved his hand to let the boy go down, filled the cup with tea by himself, picked another piece of shortbread and threw it into his mouth to eat.

"It's just good," Chen Yao looked down at the clear yellow tea, walked around the edge of the cup with his fingertips a few times, and said, "Are you planning to go to Chengxi River tonight?"

Lin Dao put down the half-eaten shortbread in his hand, took a sip of tea from his cup, and said, "Are you going? I'll go if you go."

Chen Yao smiled, and said, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts? Tonight is a day when ghosts are open."

"There are no ghosts in this world," although Lin Dao said so, but Chen Yao could hear the guilt in his words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he didn't refute, but Lin Dao said by himself: "Recently, I heard people talking about Jienan. There is a little old man who claims to be able to hear the voices of gods and ghosts, and he specializes in fortune-telling and divination, which is very accurate, everyone here calls him a half-immortal, I heard that he only counts one day's fortune, and his calculations are absolutely accurate."

"Why only one day?"

"I don't know. It seems that the half-immortal himself said that there is a god who holds his head up three feet. The gods let him only count one day's fate, and he only counts one day, and only helps people overcome one day's calamity."

"Why, Mr. Lin wants to go and have a look?" Chen Yao thought, this is probably where the fortune teller came from. He set up a stall at random, drew a few talismans, and said a few excerpts from the book of gossip in the Book of Changes, pretending to be a substitute for /ren/ Under the banner of eliminating disasters, he pretends to be a god and a ghost to bluff and deceive. He naturally disdains the tricks of such charlatans, but if this half-immortal can ask Lin Dao for a "peace of mind", that's all right.

On the south of the street, as Chen Yao guessed, there is indeed a small stall not far from the gate of the city. A small flag was erected beside a three-foot-wide table, and it was written in wild cursive, "For/person/Xiao" /disaster" words.

The stall owner is a small "old man", with deep wrinkles on his forehead, white eyebrows and long beard on his face, all of which fell to his chest. When telling fortunes, he always strokes his beard a few times when he moves his mouth. He looks like a fairy. .

The stall owner's surname is Xu, and he often calls himself "Xiaoxian".

On this day, Xu Xiaoxian's nose was not feeling well, and he sneezed four or five times in a row. He touched his forehead, but there was no sign of catching a cold or getting sick. He thought, there are more people coming to fortune-telling today than usual, and he might offend some god Little master, stand up quickly, and earnestly bow to the four empty directions, not forgetting to say: "Today, the little fairy is greedy a little bit more, and when I go back, I will offer delicious food to all the fairy grandpas. In the future, everyone Grandpa wants to use Xiaoxian's place, he should be like an ox and a horse, and I hope all the grandpas will give Xiaoxian well."

"Half-immortal, half-immortal!" A girl with a half-covered face came to the stall with a pot of tea. Seeing the stall owner muttering something, she called out twice and asked, "Half-immortal, what are you doing?" Which god did you run into? The sun is going down, shall we close the stall?"

"Don't worry, Xiaoxian hasn't finished his fortune today, just wait." Xu Xiaoxian stroked his beard, raised his hands in the air, two slender arms protruded from his wide sleeves, grabbed A writing brush on the booth pulled out a piece of yellow talisman paper, stared blankly for a moment, then dipped the tip of the pen in ink, and drew a few lines of different thicknesses on the paper profusely.

"Evil warding talisman? Banxian, what did you provoke?"

"What nonsense, this is for others to draw. Grandpa Immortal said, someone will come to ask for amulets later, so I have to draw it first."

"Then you have to hurry up. Tonight's Ghost Festival, my husband said that I will go home early on Ghost Festival."

"Understood, this is the order, and Xiaoxian will buy you roast chicken after finishing." Xu Xiaoxian quickly folded the talisman paper into a triangle, put it in his sleeve, and smiled at the girl, all the wrinkles on his face were crowded into a pile , the girl glanced at it and ran away quickly.

Xu Xiaoxian was sitting in front of the stall, watching the sunset, the sky getting darker and darker, and a cold wind blowing from the gate of the city, he couldn't help shrinking his neck, pulling his clothes, and wrapping them tighter, but he didn't see the girl when he turned his head. Then he called out.

"Little Goddess!"

"Here it is," the girl sat on the roof behind the stall, and threw a stone, which hit Xu Xiaoxian on the back of the head. The little goddess stretched her neck and looked at the less and less crowded streets, and said, "Your fairy grandpa speaks." Doesn’t count, it’s already dark, and people don’t go out on Ghost Festival.”

Xu Xiaoxian rubbed the back of his head, looked at the street with a frown, and said softly: "It will come."

The fairy grandpa never lied to him.

In the setting sun, a bunch of red tails were left hanging in the air, and two figures walked unsteadily at the corner of the street.

Xu Xiaoxian stood up and looked at them. Chen Yao walked to the stall and saw that the other party was an "old man" with a gray beard. He bowed politely and asked, "I heard that a half-immortal can count a person's fortune for a day. I wonder if it is true." Do the math for my friend?"

Lin Dao quickly stretched out his palm in front of Xu Xiaoxian, but Xu Xiaoxian only glanced at it, twitched his eyebrows, and said, "I'm afraid he is not the one who wants to do the math, Mr. Chen, Xiaoxian sees that there is black air around your Yintang, tonight I'm afraid something unexpected will happen."

Lin Dao was stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Yao, then at Xu Xiaoxian, withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and asked, "Banxian, what do you mean by saying that he is haunted by black energy? What will happen?"

Before Xu Xiaoxian could open his mouth, Chen Yao interjected, "Banxian wants to say that my seal is black, and there may be ghosts on my body, right? So, maybe Banxian has already prepared evil spirit talisman for me?"

The little goddess lay on the roof listening to them, she couldn't help being startled, squinting at Chen Yao carefully, although she grew up with Xu Xiaoxian since she was young, she didn't know how to read faces, at first she only felt that this person had handsome features and was a gentle person Sergeant, now it seems, is actually a master who finds fault.

It was not the first day for Xu Xiaoxian to meet someone like Chen Yao. Without any haste, he calmly took out the evil talisman he had prepared from his sleeve, sandwiched it between his index finger and middle finger, and handed it to Chen Yao. Chen Yao was ready to reach out to accept it. Xu Xiaoxian retracted her fingers.

"Since the young master doesn't believe Xiaoxian's words, it's useless to give this talisman to you, why don't you pass it on to this Young Master Lin."

Lin Dao opened his mouth, stretched out his hand to pick it up but didn't dare to pick it up, so he asked Chen Yao, "Is this okay?"

Chen Yao frowned slightly, and only said, "It's up to you."

Lin Dao has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child. Hearing that this talisman wards off evil spirits, he quickly took it with both hands. He bowed and thanked the half-immortal. Chen Yao took out a silver ingot from his arms, put it on the stall, opened the folding fan, and turned to leave. .

"Mr. Chen, wait a minute," Xu Xiaoxian called Chen Yao, raised his sleeves, exposed his slender arms, turned around and called the little goddess down, took a hairpin from her head, and poked lightly on the belly of his index finger. After a while, a drop of blood dropped on the inkstone, the little goddess understood immediately, and she studied the ink. Xu Xiaoxian took a larger brush, dipped it in the ink, took out a talisman from her bosom, looked up at Chen Yao, and then With a wave of the pen, he drew a stroke on the talisman paper.

Then he folded the talisman into the same triangular shape as the evil talisman that was handed to Lin Dao just now, still sandwiched it between the index finger and middle finger, and handed it to Chen Yao.

"Mr. Chen doesn't believe Xiaoxian's words, but Xiaoxian must take people's money to eliminate disasters for /people. Please accept this talisman, Mr. Chen. You can decide whether you want to take it with you or not."

Chen Yao looked at the talisman in Banxian's hand, and then at Banxian. The little goddess next to him was impatient and urged: "I'll accept it for you. It's getting dark and we have to go home. If you don't believe in evil, are you still afraid that our half-immortal talisman will harm you?"

Chen Yao took the talisman and touched Xu Xiaoxian's fingertips with his fingers. He had a strange feeling, which made him take a second look at this half-immortal who was said to be miraculous. He always felt that something was wrong.

Xu Xiaoxian met Chen Yao's gaze, the big beard on his mouth moved, and said: "The gate of hell is wide open, just when the yin energy is at its heaviest, you two young masters should pay attention to adding clothes when walking at night."

Chen Yao froze for a moment, then nodded slightly to Xu Xiaoxian.

Lin Dao felt a chill in the back of his head, and walked side by side with Chen Yao in the direction of returning home, and asked, "What does Banxian mean by that? Does he know that we are going to Chengxihe tonight?"

"To make things mysterious."

Although Chen Yao said that, he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, holding the small talisman in his hand.

Lin Dao had already brought the evil spirit talisman given by Banxian close to his body. Seeing that Chen Yao was still holding the talisman, he remembered that the talisman was drawn with the blood of Banxian, so he couldn't help asking: "What is the talisman that Banxian gave you for? of?"

"It should be something like evil spirits." Chen Yao didn't understand the difference between these talismans, and he thought they were all ghost talismans.

"When he gave it to you at the beginning, why didn't you want it?"

Chen Yao shook his head, but did not answer.

It's not that he doesn't believe in ghosts in this world, on the contrary, he kind of expects ghosts to come to him. He doesn't want to ward off ghosts at all, so naturally he won't accept the evil talisman given by the half-immortal.

As for the Dao Talisman given by Banxian later, it is probably what he really wanted.

The little goddess helped Xu Xiaoxian clean up the stall, and walked one after the other to her home outside the city. The little goddess asked about the Taoist talisman that Xu Xiaoxian gave Chen Yao last.

"That's a spirit summoning talisman."

The little goddess was stunned for a moment, and hurried to catch up with Xu Xiaoxian, and asked: "Didn't we say that we will help / eliminate / disasters for /people /? Wouldn't it be too bad for you to take revenge on him like this? In case the master finds out..."

"It's okay, I only drew a stroke, and I can't recruit anything. Besides, my blood pressure is still low. Who dares to mess with him..."

"But," the little goddess looked at the round moon above her head, and murmured, "Tonight is Ghost Festival, and, besides, you didn't draw soul-calling charms on people before, so why did you get angry with that young man today?" ..."

Xu Xiaoxian smiled, pretending not to hear the little goddess' thoughts, and looked up at the full moon night.

In this world, it is so easy to bump into a ghost.