Tang Xiaoxiao has never been so stubborn.

Sitting on a small boat, looking at the gradually moving Yuyin Island, and the companions who were waving to him who were gradually unable to see clearly. "Fusheng Island" also stayed with his companions. Xiaoxiao looked away from a distance, and it seemed like a static island.

"Where do Miss Five want to play?" Ye Huan rowed the boat himself, and Xiao Dier naturally followed the girl.

The three of them were riding on Xingwen Lake in a small boat. The oars rowed out a waterway, and the shattered moonlight swayed at the stern of the boat.

There is a feeling of spending the rest of my life in the vast ocean.

Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, and didn't know how to answer Ye Huan's words for a moment.

My purpose is very simple, I want to find the owner of the voice just now, Xiaoxiao couldn't tell why I was so persistent. Gong Basheng was to himself, as if the sunset was to moss, the eaves were to flower braces, tied-dye curtains were to pine flower eggs, and vinyl records were to book books...

Anyway, it is such an inexplicable existence.

The two seem to have no intersection at all, and they will never have any intersections. They will never be able to help each other, nor will they hurt each other, nor will they hurt each other, neither tepid nor cold, neither simply nor hesitate nor fantasize about being warmer or closer.

It is good to know that there is such a person in the world.

So I wanted to see him again and listen to him.

As long as you know, outside of your own world, there is such an existence, and this is a great thing.

Xiaoxiao grabbed the bun on his head, and the red gold osmanthus hairpin was iced bit by bit in the palm of his hand. Xiaoxiao made it a little bit tilted by Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao felt that he had never been so pretentious.

"Miss Five, which island are you planning to go to to see it?" Ye Huan had no choice but to ask again.

"Let's go south." Xiaoxiao looked at the two or three islands passing by. The shadows and shadows on them were all tourists, and they were not the place they were going to.

"I want to go to a quieter, smaller island." Xiaoxiao imagined that Gong Basheng was on an island like this, or perhaps on a dark boat without lights.

Xiaoxiao tightened the cloth bag in her hand and knotted it with a big hand towel. There were more than twenty figs wrapped inside. A plate of figs was placed on the table. None of the girls ate it, so Xiaoxiao poured it all into his hand towel.

At this moment, there was only the sound of Ye Huan roving the boat.

Xiao Dier had no words since she got on the boat.

It was not until Xiaoxiao pushed her that she pointed to the medium-sized pleasure boat in the distance as if she had woken up from a dream: "Girl, look."

Xiaoxiao squinted his eyes and saw the pink gauze curtain hanging on the boat. There should be young women inside: "What did you see?"

"Can the girl see the woman playing the piano above?" Xiao Di'er's voice was low.

Looking closely, there seemed to be a woman playing the piano in the half-lifted curtain, but her face couldn't be seen clearly: "That person is..." Although Xiaoxiao asked, she seemed to have guessed the answer in her heart.

Xiao Dier and Xiaoxiao have been together for a long time, and the other party understood with a look. At this moment, Zheng nodded: "It's her."

Xiaoxiao's heart, which was originally dissipated, suddenly tightened.

The "she" mentioned by Xiao Dier now has three identities: Xin, the wife of Ji Danian, Yunnan black tea merchant; Xin Ran, who opened a teahouse in Kyoto; Maoyaner, who once worked as a maid in the Tang family in Zhaozhou.

Mrs. Ji, Xin Ran, Maoyan'er.

After a long time, I smiled and recalled: "You mean, she is playing the piano?" The man was indeed playing the piano and he had seen it clearly just now.

"I have been playing the piano for a while, and now I can't see clearly." Xiao Di'er rubbed her eyes and looked at the pleasure boat, hoping to have a thousand miles of eyes to see the other party clearly.

"Did you hear what song she played?" Xiaoxiao remembered the words Peng Julei had said. The woman was playing the piano silently and immersed herself in it.

Xiao Dier thought about it carefully: "There are singing and music on the islands I have just passed, so I can't hear the song she played."

Ye Huan was shaking his oars, but he listened to his master's words in his ears. At this time, he also spoke: "The little one also said something. The pleasure boat just now was rented by Boss Ji. It was decided a month ago. It is said that he wanted to go on a trip with his female family in the Mid-Autumn Festival. He also said that the wife at home was not very lively. The little one arranged for them that 'beauty ladle'. There were heavy curtains hanging from the round dome of the pleasure boat, and people outside could not see clearly inside."

Xiaoxiao frowned: "Why did you open the curtain again just now..."

The "beauty scoop" was getting farther and farther away, almost impossible to see clearly, and the pink curtains around the dome fell down again, as if they had never been lifted up.

"Girl, do we need to follow us quietly?" Xiao Dier asked.

Xiaoxiao shook her head. When the curtains fell, Xin Ran turned back to Mrs. Ji. There was no need to follow.

So, when will she be Maoyaner again? Will she pick up the identity related to the Tang family again? Or will she never abandon it?

If Mrs. Ji’s identity is just a dormant cover-up, is her ultimate goal still the Tang family?

Ye Huan stopped the boat on the water, and didn't know where to row. It was not until the "beauty ladle" leaned towards the shore that Ye Huan affirmed: "They are going to dock."

I smiled for a while and didn't say anything. I couldn't do anything about this matter at the moment. I could only go home and talk to my father about what I saw and heard today.

Maybe my parents already have the answer.

The boat had slowly floated to the southern end of Xingwen Lake and gradually moved away from the islands of all sizes. Xiao Dier asked, "Are we almost at the end? Is it connected to Xingwen River in the distance?"

Ye Huan smiled: "Sister Di is talking about the east end of the lake. We are now on the south side. There is a forest on the south bank, and there are very few tourists there." When the young guys saw the girl in the inner courtyard, they still habitually called her sister, no matter how old they were.

Xiaoxiao looked at the lake that seemed to be a looming lamp on the distance, and asked unconsciously: "Where is the lamp tied to it? It's not on the shore, but on the water."

Ye Huan looked carefully: "Miss Five has such a good look. It's a very small island, but it's just the size of a palm. Now that the corner light is lit, it seems that some guests have come to the island."

"Let's go over and take a look?" said Xiaoxiao.

Ye Huan sighed in his heart that the fifth girl was brave and she was not afraid of her own family. The entire lake was booked by her boss, and there were actually guards on the shore and on the patrol boats. We had to protect the safety of tourists. Slowly, if you encounter a bad person, you have to rescue someone even if you fall into the water.

What the master said was what he wanted. Ye Huan obediently rowed the boat slowly towards the island. When he got closer, he realized that there was a boat tied beside the island.

Xiaoxiao had glass lamps hanging on this small boat. The people on the boat opposite soon noticed and shouted to this side: "But do you want to go to the island?"

I should be a seven or eight-year-old boy who heard the sound.

Ye Huan replied, "I plan to go to the island to take a look, but is there any inconvenience?"

"This is not our own, so why is it inconvenient?" The boat gradually approached, and then he saw clearly that there was a pretty boy on the boat opposite. The boy bowed to everyone: "My owner is watching the moon on the island, and now he has a pot of his own pineapple wine for those who are destined to be."

"I really don't dare to take it." Ye Huan nodded when he saw Xiaoxiao, and then took the pot of Songhua wine with a smile.

Xiaoxiao held Xiao Di'er and prepared to go to the island. Seeing Ye Huan hesitating, he comforted him and said, "This person on the island is my old friend, don't worry."

Ye Huan nodded and stayed on the boat with the little boy.

As soon as Xiaoxiao stepped onto the island, he heard the tiny sound of pine needles under his feet. Everything around him was silent, and a small island became a world.

Xiaoxiao had never seen such a small island, but it was as big as his own yard. There was only one huge pine tree on the island, and its open canopy almost covered the entire island.

The amber corner light was tied to the pine tree, and some people sat under the tree to drink, and their wide robes seemed caramel-colored under the moonlight and corner light.

If it were someone else, it would be brown, ochre, ochre, camel. If it were him, it would become the warmest caramel color in autumn.

Xiaoxiao walked forward: "Sir, do you need some food to eat?"

The man turned around, his eyes a little surprised, and was replaced by a smile: "The full moon fruit can bring unexpected joy."

"Sir, don't ask what the food is." Xiaoxiao wrapped the towel in his hand.

"Xiaoxiao gave it to you, it's always the best." The man poured a small cup for Xiaoxiao with a wine pot.

Xiao Di'er was standing not far away. She was a little worried just now, but when she saw this person's appearance, the worries slowly dissipated. Looking at the two of them talking, it seemed that they were really old friends for many years.

Moreover, this person is like a girl, and he is a person who is very clear at first glance. Such a person will never do ridiculous things.

Gong Basheng, who was trusted so much by Xiao Dier, had a caramel-colored warmth in his eyes at this moment: "Figs always like to come and join in the fun."

"The last time was a rainy day, and this time it was a Mid-Autumn night. It seemed that the figs were the lucky fruit." Xiaoxiao sat down naturally, spread the towel on the ground, and more than 20 fat figs were piled up together honestly.

"Did Xiaoxiao come out to walk on the moon?" Gong Basheng asked casually.

"Yeah." Xiaoxiao responded casually, and felt that Gong Basheng had many and many sections. Sometimes he lived in the mysterious word of mouth, sometimes he lived in carefully scented lotus-scented tea bags, and sometimes he lived on a lonely island. There was only one tree, one person, and a pot of wine on the island.

Xiaoxiao looked at the hazy blue afterglow island on the lake in the distance. Many people spent a lot of money to go to the island to see Gong Basheng, but they didn't know that this mysterious idol was drinking alone in a place that no one could imagine.

"How do you walk on the moon?" Gong Basheng asked curiously.

"Anyway, I have to cross the bridge. It is said that I have to cross three bridges before I can finish it. Some women have to walk on one night. Many bridges cannot be repeated. This is also a test of wisdom and physical strength." Xiaoxiao replied seriously.

"Um." Gong Basheng looked like he thought it was very difficult.

"That's what only southern water towns have. After all, there are many waters and bridges there! Fortunately, we have moats in Kyoto, rivers in the city, and Xingwen Lake. There are countless bridges on it." Xiao laughed and laughed a lot, and after drinking a sip of wine, I realized it was Xiangxue wine. "I like drinking this kind of wine the most."

The round wine cup was filled with snow-white wine, like a small moon face. Looking at the moon in the sky, the snow-white wine was filled with a small bright moon.

"It's not like Li Bai's wine clear." Gong Basheng smiled.

Xiaoxiao thought for a while: "I have heard a wonderful poem: If the new snow has just cleared, the full moon is in the sky. There are bright shadows on it, and there are bright silver flowing above it. And you walked towards me with a smile. Between the moon and the snow, you are the third kind of stunning beauty."

Xiaoxiao recited this poem, her face did not blush and her heart did not beat. She only felt that the cup of fragrant snow wine was like a bowl of snow, and she was accompanied by the most beautiful moonlight of the year. She looked up at Gong Basheng, and added a person who looked so beautiful.

Gong Basheng chewed the poem seriously: "Xiaoxiao can always bring the best."

The moonlight and water light flashed in Xiaoxiao's eyes: "The author of this poem is Yu Guangzhong, and I like his poem very much."

Gong Basheng did not ask who Yu Guangzhong was, nor did he ask why the rhythm of this poem was so rare, but said seriously: "When it snows heavily, I will go to enjoy the moon."

"Okay!" Xiaoxiao thought he would always have a chance to come out.

He heard Gong Basheng ask again, "Why do you have to cross the bridge when walking on the moon?"

He really likes to think about it. Xiaoxiao has never thought about this question carefully. At this moment, he couldn't help but think carefully. Looking at the arch bridge on the lake in the distance, he suddenly had an idea: "Look, what does that semi-circular arch bridge, coupled with the reflection in the water, look like?"

Gong Basheng looked at the place where Xiaoxiao pointed. Because he was blocked by a boat in the distance, he tilted his head left and right and looked carefully for a long time: "It's really like the moon."

It turns out that this is how Xiaoxiao came about and gave a thumbs up to his thoughts.

"I just heard Yin Sanbaqiao sing in your music hall, it sounds very nice." Xiaoxiao and Gong Basheng shared their music experience today.

If it were someone else, Gong Basheng would have been too lazy to correct his mistake, but today he was in a good mood: "That's Yin Sanliu Qiao."
To be continued...