Xie Lingjiang shook her head, and before she could speak, Ouyang Rong said again:

"What little junior sister said just now is quite right."

"What words?" She was curious.

"If I come, I can definitely handle it."

After Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he chuckled lightly, turned around and left.

Xie Lingjiang was slightly startled.

…

Kuanglu Mountain is very big.

It is not a mountain, but a group of mountains, with an average altitude higher than the basin where Xunyang City is located.

Hence the nickname of Jiangnan Summer Resort.

There is a valley on the west side of Kuanglu Mountain that is rarely visited by people.

In this spring season, there is a brilliant pink peach blossom forest.

In the afternoon, the spring sun shines in the forest, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

There are three figures in the forest.

The old musician walked at the front holding a xylophone.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen fell behind.

The two stood side by side, quite far away from the old musician.

Ouyang Rong asked in a sad tone: "Why doesn't Rong Nushi bring a piano?"

"Just use yours."

"Then take it too."

"No, I'm not as big as you. How dare you let me carry such a heavy thing?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at Ms. Shi's short and petite figure and said speechlessly:

"You are definitely stronger than me."

"It's good that you know."

"What's the meaning?"

"Whoever is more powerful has the final say. I am more powerful and more powerful. You listen to me."

Ouyang Rong:..."

What is Yung's contrast method?

He complained in his heart.

After a while, Ouyang Rong followed Rong Zhen and looked at the old musician in front of him.

From the moment he entered the peach forest, the old musician's smile never left his face. He walked around, stretched out his palms, and let the petals floating in the air temporarily stop.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen looked at each other and smiled.

It seemed that the old man was in a good mood, and he might be able to play two more songs for them.

At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly came from the front. Looking closely, in a pavilion in the center of the peach grove, there were seven or eight literati and Taoists drinking and having fun. There was a singer playing the flute and playing the harp beside them.

The old musician paused for a moment. After seeing clearly, his face showed great interest and he was ready to step forward.

Ouyang Rong, who was holding the piano, was about to follow, but found Rong Zhen beside him frowning slightly and waving his hand.

A group of serious-faced female officials appeared out of nowhere, quickly stepped forward, passed by the old musician, and went to the pavilion. They invited the drunken guests away. Before leaving, they checked their identities one by one to prevent assassins.

Rong Zhen's expression softened.

Ouyang Rong turned his head silently and saw that the smile on Mr. Yu's face had disappeared.

After Rong Zhen asked a few questions to the female officer, he returned to the old musician and Ouyang Rong and said apologetically:

"Old senior, please, please make room. I'm sorry, my subordinates were negligent in their work and did not check thoroughly, so they let the stranger in."

The old musician shook his head, hugged the piano and turned around to leave, without entering the elegant and quiet pavilion that Rong Zhen helped to free up.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but frown and look back.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

On the way back down the mountain, Rong Zhen seemed to have figured out something and took the initiative to step forward and apologize to the old musician:

"I'm sorry, senior, for disturbing your enjoyment. The situation is really urgent now, so we must be on guard against others. It's better to have as few contacts with strangers as possible."

"It doesn't matter."

Ouyang Rong saw that Mr. Yu's face was calm and showed no dissatisfaction.

It seems that these things are forgotten very quickly.

The female officials who were clearing the place were driven back by Rong Zhen. They disappeared and did not follow them.

At this time, the three people who were going down the mountain passed by a clear stream. The sunlight filtered through the shadows of the trees and cast dappled sunlight.

The spring water made a tinkling sound.

The old musician suddenly picked a big stone on the bank of the stream, sat on the ground, and placed the piano horizontally on his knees.

Rong Zhen's pretty face was slightly happy, and she gave Ouyang Rong a look, and the two of them immediately sat down on the spot.

Just as Ouyang Rong was about to play the piano, he found that his hands were empty. It turned out to be Rong Zhen, who had already taken the piano away politely and placed it on his lap.

This time she didn't say anything about her small size.

Rong Zhen ignored Ouyang Rong's increasingly sad eyes.

The old musician made a gourd with his hands, scooped up a handful of spring water, raised his head, took a sip, and let out a long breath.

"Do you believe there is a paradise in this world?" he asked suddenly.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen exchanged glances.

Ouyang Rong tried to ask: "Mr. Yu, is he referring to the Peach Blossom Spring in Tao Qian's poem?"

Rong Zhen said softly:

"As long as the old gentleman wants it, no matter how many paradises there are, the Saint and Si Tianjian can find it for you."

The old musician shook his head.

Rong Zhen was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he said directly:

"Old senior, Si Tianjian has found the hometown you mentioned to Deputy Supervisor Song last time. It is in a township in Wutong County, Cangzhou, Lingnan Road... The village is halfway up the mountain, and it is still there.

"Old senior, there is no need to find the way. This time it has happened. Junior and Deputy Supervisor Song are personally escorting you back to the village. The imperial court has notified the government in Cangzhou, Lingnan Province, asking them to prepare to welcome the old senior. You will return home in glory and in fine clothes. Let's

Those villagers all know your glory... As for the peach blossom forest at the head of the village, it seems to be a little withered, but it's not a big problem. Someone has already helped plant it..."

The old musician's thin face, which was dissatisfied with the wrinkles of vicissitudes of life, first smiled, then the wrinkles smoothed out, and he fell silent. After a while, he continued to say with a smile:

"Yeah."

Rong Zhen was about to nod.

Ouyang Rong suddenly pulled Rong Zhen's sleeves, and the latter frowned and glared at him: "What are you doing?"

From the front, the old musician's murmur came:

"You said that if I found it, would it still be called Peach Blossom Spring?"

Suddenly, Peach Blossom Spring was mentioned again. Rong Zhen frowned and thought about it, not only how to answer the question.

Ouyang Rong chanted:

"At that time, I only remembered that the green stream went deep into the mountains and reached Yunlin several times. When spring came, peach blossoms were everywhere, and I couldn't tell where to find the source of immortality..."

The old musician looked sideways.

Ouyang Rong nodded and said:

"Why do old-timers want to find a place to find peace of mind? The same goes for my hometown. The so-called hometown is just the last stop of my ancestors' wanderings. My hometown is where my peace of mind lies."

The old musician pondered for a moment and then smiled.

"A good state, a good place for me to feel at ease is my hometown. It's a pity that I am a common man."

He smiled and pointed at Ouyang Rong, who was sitting upright. He clasped his hands together and took another spoonful of water from the stream, wiped the xylophone, and started playing without warning.

The sound is as soft as the flowing water in the mountains, like the rolling clouds, and like a dog with white clouds.

Ouyang Rong listened carefully.

Rong Zhen, who was on the side, listened intently for a while, but after a while, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

When the song ended, the old musician stood up and left without saying anything else.

While Ouyang Rong was recalling the music, he took the piano from Rong Zhen's lap and played it again seriously.
To be continued...