In dreams, there is a lonely wind and falling leaves, and there is a sunset at dusk.

And in Hua Lang's dream, there is even an ancient road thin horse, all of which is related to Liu Lang.

The people of Lang are at the end of the world, they call home all over the world, they may stay in one place for a long time, but they can't stay in this place forever.

Hanarang stood at the head of the bridge, but suddenly found that the silence around him made people feel bold, and at this time, a ragged man suddenly appeared at the end of the small bridge, the man was holding a stick and a cane in his hand, although his age did not look old, he walked very slowly, as if he had to walk across the bridge, he would take a lifetime.

The wind blew the coolness and blew the man's clothes, but the man didn't care, and continued to walk, walk.

Hanarang woke up from a dream, it wasn't a terrible dream, but he woke up anyway.

After waking up, she couldn't sleep anymore, Hua Lang turned his head to look at the side, Wen Meng was sleeping, her long eyelashes with a quiet face, giving people an indescribable beauty, of course, it was also charming.

Hua Lang got out of bed gently, he came to the window and looked out, only to see that I don't know when it was outside, it actually went down to the light rain, the light rain drifted with the wind, and a lot hit the window lattice, Hua Lang reached out of the window, and then he felt the coolness of the light rain drops in the palm of his hand.

The rain was cold, and so was the wind outside, as if the night was cold.

I don't know when, Wen Meng woke up, she looked at Hua Lang, and asked, "Why don't you sleep?" ”

Hua Lang smiled and said, "It's nothing, I suddenly want to hear the sound of the rain, you can continue to sleep." ”

Wen Meng was a little surprised and said, "Is it raining?" ”

Hua Lang nodded: "Yes, the autumn rain is slightly cool." ”

Wen Meng smiled, got out of bed in his clothes, snuggled on Hua Lang's shoulder in front of the window, and then closed his eyes and listened to the wind and rain outside, the wind and rain outside were very pleasant, as if it was a wonderful song.

Hanarang looked ahead with his eyes open, and he looked at the black and rustling leaves in front of him, and suddenly a sense of nostalgia rose.

Maybe it's been wandering outside for too long, and on such a rainy night, Hua Lang has the feeling of being a traveler from afar.

However, this nostalgia is too ethereal for Hua Lang, he doesn't belong to this place, and nostalgia is separated by time and space, and there is always a faint meaning.

This night has passed like this, and I can't say that I don't feel anything, but I can't say that I haven't said anything.

Early the next morning, the light rain did not stop, adding a little indifference to the already slightly cool autumn change, Hua Lang and the others were a little overwhelmed after getting up, so after breakfast, Hua Lang sat under the eaves of his house in a daze, and when he was in a daze, he was thinking about the dream of last night, and the words that Lingyu said yesterday.

The words and dreams kept rolling through Hanalang's mind, and suddenly, Hanaro stood up from his chair, his face showing a hint of joy, then surprise, but soon, joy again.

No one saw these expressions of his, because Wen Meng and Hua Wan'er were not here at this time.

Hua Lang rushed into the rain, he shouted a few names of Wen Menghua Wan'er and others, and after they all came out, Hua Lang said with some excitement: "Go, follow me to the mansion, I know what is going on." ”

Everyone was a little surprised, but soon they were excited, because after they listened to Hanalang's words, they knew that the murder case was finally going to be solved.

Along the way, Hua Lang didn't say a word, and everyone didn't mean to ask, because they knew very well that at this time, Hua Lang would never say it first.

After coming to the mansion, Hua Lang asked Li Jingan to pick up the people, and then said: "Lord Li, the mystery of the death of this little seventh brother is about to be revealed, why don't you go to the little seventh brother's house with me?" ”

At this time, where would Li Jingan refuse, smiled lightly, and said, "Okay, please!" ”

The group came to Little Seventh Brother's house, and after coming, Hua Lang ordered people to surround Little Seventh Brother's home, and when they were sure that nothing was wrong, they brought people into Little Seventh Brother's house.

When they entered the Little Seventh Brother's Mansion, Lingyu and her mother-in-law were a little surprised, but also a little scared, the two of them greeted them, and Lingyu hurriedly asked, "What happened to make such a big deal about you?" ”

What happened, at this time, no one except Hua Lang knew what happened, so everyone turned their eyes to Hua Lang, Hua Lang shrugged his shoulders and said, "We are here to solve the case." ”

Lingyu heard Hua Lang say this, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and said, "So, the playboy suspects that my husband was murdered?" ”

Hua Lang smiled and said, "No, I don't think your husband was murdered, what I want to say is that it was another person who was murdered, the rogue man who has been wandering around your house, isn't it?" ”

Lingyu's face changed suddenly, but she quickly retorted: "How do I know about Lu Dao, you want to know if that Liulang Han was killed, why don't you go to find that Liulang Han." ”

Li Jingan was a little incomprehensible about the current situation, so he hurriedly interjected and asked, "Dude, what's going on?" ”

Hua Lang smiled slightly, and said: "Yesterday I came to inquire about the matter, this Lingyu lady has always said that his husband was not murdered, and he also has a lot of secrets about that Liulang Han, after I went back, I thought about it carefully, and finally let me figure it out, why did that Liulang Han wander around the little seventh brother's house?" I don't think it's to ask for a few mouthfuls of food, if you want to eat, it's easier to go to the street, not at the door of Xiao Qige's house, in this case, where is he wandering, Liulang, that's right, he is a Liulang, he must go to a very big place, maybe, he may have seen Mrs. Lingyu in other places, of course, he may also know that Mrs. Lingyu is the concubine that others have been looking for, and he may reveal the news of her here to that person, and he can get a lot of reward. ”

Speaking of this, Hua Lang paused slightly, and then smiled lightly: "But Little Seventh Brother loves his wife too much, so for his wife, he and it is possible for him to fight with that rogue man, and in the fight, someone must be injured or killed, but who is killed?" We always thought it was Little Brother Qi before, because his funeral was very open, but if we think about it the other way around, what if the person who died was the rogue and not the Little Brother Qi? ”

At this time, everyone was speechless in surprise, and Lingyu was suddenly a little angry: "Nonsense, this is nonsense at all. ”

But at this time, Hua Lang just smiled faintly: "Whether it is nonsense or not will be known soon, Master Li, you can send a few people to dig up the grave of the little seventh brother." ”