Since the assassination of Zhang Yi died at the hands of the Xianbei people, Liu Yan, who was a relative of the imperial family, went to the emperor and asked to change the assassination history to the state pastor and take charge of local administrative and military expediency.

Although it was rejected by the Son of Heaven at that time, this suggestion made many people think.

"It doesn't matter how you know. The important thing is that my uncle thinks what I just said, is it feasible? Lu Bu looked at Yan Li, waiting for his reply.

The future of the Yan family is at stake, and Yan Li can't make up his mind for a while.

The old man didn't say anything, and beckoned to Yan Li: "Boss, come here." ”

Seeing this, Lu Bu stood up with interest, rubbed his head, and said to the old man and the two uncles with a smile: "The wine made from this osmanthus is too strong, let me go out to breathe the wind." ”

He was smiling on his face, but he was a little aggrieved in his heart.

After all, he is a son-in-law from outside, and he can't compare to a child.

Somewhere in the garden, the little bell lying on the rockery stone saw his father coming, and ran towards Lu Bu with his little feet.

Seeing his daughter, Lu Bu's gloomy mood will always drift away, and then the warm sunshine will rise.

Squatting down and holding the little guy in his arms, everything around him is still so familiar.

The ancient tree in the center of the courtyard is still in full bloom, with pink leaf petals hanging from the branches; The pavilion under the big tree, the four corners fly roll, and there is not a trace of dust in the pavilion; The flowers and plants under the garden wall are full of life.

I recall the first time I came to this garden, purely because I drank too much wine and stumbled into it by mistake.

The corners of Lu Bu's mouth were slightly hooked, with a hint of warm and warm smile, regardless of whether the little guy liked to listen to it or not, he pointed to the pavilion at the bottom of the tree over there, and slowly recalled the scene of the first encounter.

"When I saw your mother for the first time, wow, she was standing in that pavilion, combing a flying fairy bun, wearing a light purple fairy dress, slim and elegant, like a fairy daughter, look at me, hahaha all flowed all over the ground, hahaha......"

"At that time, your mother also held a small point in her hand, and I thought it was you!"

"Your mother is everyone's best girl, your father and me, are a rough martial arts, it stands to reason that the identity relationship between the eight poles can't be beaten, and as a result, not only did they get married, but now they also gave birth to such a cute little guy as you......"

Everything is as if it were yesterday.

The more Lu Bu talked there, the more energetic he became, Yan Wei, who was standing beside him, was not as cheeky as Lu Bu, hearing those past events, her beautiful face couldn't help but rise a little ashamed, and she snorted with a slight reproach: "Take out these shameful things, don't teach your daughter badly." ”

When Lu Bu heard this, he stopped speaking, gently held his wife's little hand, and looked up at the ancient tree.

The years are quiet.

If Lu Bu hadn't come to Yan's Mansion that day, or hadn't been drunk, or hadn't entered this small garden by mistake......

In the dark, there is fate and share.

…………

After staying in the garden for a while, Lu Bu saw that it was still early and prepared to go for a walk outside the city, saying that he was going to 'make a wish'.

Yan Wei, who was thoughtful, couldn't guess her husband's thoughts, so she hugged the little bell and went out of the city together.

On the path south of the county seat, the road mixed with mud and sand and river stones was a little awkward, and the little guy didn't go far before he could walk.

Lu Bu picked up his daughter, put her on her neck and rode it, holding her little feet with both hands, and walked all the way forward.

After walking a small half-pillar of incense, a large stone more than a foot high appeared on the side of the road in front of him, with a strange shape.

This stone is called 'Sansheng', and it is said that by writing the names of yourself and the person you like on it, the two of them will be able to raise their eyebrows and grow old together.

At the Sansheng Stone, Lu Bu stopped and stopped.

After several years of wind and rain, many of the surnames and names on the stone were unrecognizable, but Lu Bu still found the two names that he carved with his own hands in stone and were next to each other.

At that time, I was in a hurry, so the handwriting looked a little lame.

Lu Bu smiled, he didn't seem to have the intention of correcting, he shook the small bell on his neck twice, and when he heard his daughter's happy laughter, he was also very happy, and even the steps of moving forward became much lighter.

Yan Wei stood in front of the Sansheng Stone and was silent for a while.

I thought that my husband would write the names of the two of them in order to grow old together, but I just glanced at them and continued to walk forward.

This made her feel a little lost in her heart.

Whether it is a girl, a girl, or a woman who has become a relative, in the bottom of their hidden hearts, there will always be a girl's heart that longs for happiness and sweetness.

Looking at the husband walking in front of her, Yan Wei quietly picked up the cinnabar pen on the shelf next to the stone and secretly wrote the names of the two Juanxiu.

Feng Xian, Wei Niang.

After the Sansheng Stone, a short walk forward, is the end of the trip, the Immortal Ancient Tree.

Although it is now a cold winter, there are still hundreds of people who come here to pray and make wishes.

The leaves of the ancient trees have long since fallen, and the branches of the bare forks are covered with red silk, and whenever the wind blows, they will dance and fly with the wind.

Ten thousand fluttering red belts can't tell the good wishes that people pray in their hearts.

Lu Bu also made a wish here, hoping to break Xianbei.

Whether the red belt was still hanging on the tree, Lu Bu had no way of knowing, but since the wish had been fulfilled and the Xianbei people retreated north to the grassland, he should naturally come to repay the wish.

Respectfully bowing three times at the ancient tree is regarded as a wish.

Subsequently, Lu Bu bought new strips of cloth from the vendor next to him, one for each family.

The little guy couldn't write, so he poked a red handprint on the strip of cloth, which Lu Bu picked up and lifted it high, and hung it on the branch with his own hands.

Since there was only one strip of cloth, Yan Wei wrote there for a long time, and also wrote a long paragraph.

Wait until the writing is finished, and then Lu Bu will hang the branches.

With a new wish, Lu Bu walked back to Yan Wei, he looked at the woman in front of him, and said softly: "Wei Niang, do you remember before, I read poems to you under this tree?" ”

Of course, Yan Wei remembered that at that time, the man in front of him was wearing a Confucian costume and a literati's scarf.

It was also under this thousand-year-old tree that Lu Bu bravely confessed to Yan Wei and captured the heart of a beautiful woman.

Revisiting the old place, Lu Bu hugged his wife into his arms again. Nowadays, it is difficult for him to say such words as likes or love, but a hug is enough to show his feelings for his wife.

Yan Wei's little bird leaned on her husband's arms, very satisfied, and the two dimples that laughed were full of happiness.

Little Bell was very unhappy when she saw her father and mother hugging her in front of her, but she didn't bring herself. Pouted and pulled Daddy's trouser leg hard, as if in protest, how can you forget me!

Seeing the cute jealous appearance of the little guy, Lu Bu couldn't help laughing, shaved the little guy's head dotingly, and held the little hand with his big hand.

"Let's go home."

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the figure of this family of three on the road covered with fine mud and rocks, extremely long.

The original years can be looked back on, and with deep affection.

[Volume 2, the sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand]

(ENDS)