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The story tells the love story of Nan Di Bei Gai when he was young.

Hong Qigong was a rich boy, but he was generous and liked to make friends, especially with beggars' gangs. I fell in love with Cheng, the daughter of the elder of the clean clothes sect of the Beggars' Sect, and got involved in the struggle between the clean clothes sect and the dirty clothes sect of the Beggars' Sect.

Duan Zhixing grew up with his mother in Lingjiu Palace. When he became an adult, he went to go to dali to look for his biological father Duan, but his brother got in his way and his mother died to save his father. Duan Zhixing never forgave his father until he was saved by his father's death. The feud between father and son was settled and Duan Zhixing ascended the throne.

Hong Qigong and Duan Zhixing knew each other very early and became friends. Although they were angered by Wu Mu's suicide note and later turned against each other, they were able to defeat the wise master of Xu Jin together.

The two women in Hong Qigong's life hoped that Hong Qigong would not die young. The women around Duan felt sorry for his death or misfortune. Their resentment when they were young was equally touching. ...

Nan Di Beigai

one

I am a Han Chinese, and my name is Hong Qi. When I was 24, I met a girl. Although she is in her twenties, she is still as beautiful, shy and blushing as a girl. She has an apricot face and peach cheeks. When she laughed, her nose, mouth and eyes were combined seamlessly, forming a beautiful scene with a unique style. In the moonlight, the white is whiter and the red is redder. White is a fairy, and red is like a fairy who has just been breathed.

At that time, we were in a small place called West Lake in the south of the Yangtze River. The ancients said that "there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below", and how much love will be born in this place with the most prosperous romantic scenery in the past, including the flowers and plants on the lake, is also a number that anyone can imagine. And I, being in it, how can I not expect the blooming of that flower and the love between heaven and earth?

I asked the girl, where are you from and where are you going?

The girl answered me, from the south to the north. Say that finish, her eyes filled with desire.

I'm surprised that in this day and age, men all run south. No matter whether you have a wife to bully me or you don't have a wife to show off your treasure, you are sighing in your mouth that "Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old." Tomorrow people will understand that all animals are in heat, and what people love most is nostalgia, that is, touching what they have touched in the past again with the hand of memory. In the south of the Yangtze River, besides the green mountains and waters, there are probably all kinds of beautiful women from the south of the Yangtze River standing beside the green mountains and waters. Jiangnan beauty is beautiful, and there is water in her bones. Yingying wet your hands, gently clean your heart, and gently rub it to moisten your life. Jiangnan is as beautiful as the West Lake. Whether the weather is dry or hot, or mild or sunny, her water is always so smart and sufficient. You ask her how much water she has, and she will say squeeze and drown you. Because her water is activating the whole south of the Yangtze River, even the green hills are moved by her, and they are deeply moved by her. Rotating waves, like whirlpools, rapidly rotate all your coverings, allowing you to enter her body naked in the most primitive state.

So I asked her again, what are you doing in the north?

She blushed, lowered her head and said softly, my mother once said that my love is in the north, so I came here.

I smiled and said, this is still the south. The real north is not so beautiful, the real beauty is desolation, and wolves are raging. Can you stand it? I really wanted to tell her everything, but looking at her gentle eyes, I finally didn't say it.

Then I will go straight north and finally arrive. There is a trace of stubborn persistence in her gentle eyes.

I laughed without a word. I thought to myself, if she really went to the north, then I would accompany her and protect her rare innocence and loveliness. The sudden idea made my ears burn. I just met her for the first time, and I was already sick in my heart. I'm really shameless, what's more, why do people want me to accompany me?

Thinking of this, I suddenly lowered my head, but suddenly I bumped into her hastily withdrawn eyes. She seemed to be knocked out by me, her face suddenly turned red, and her chest followed waves of ups and downs, and I felt suffocated instantly. My heart is full of surprises, as if historical materials are as poor as mercury. I can clearly see that a ravine accurately divides her mountain into two peaks, and the gown on her chest hangs over the newborn children like a cloud, making them appear and disappear with the wind. Her body felt my burning eyes, afraid to reach the ignition point and be ignited, and then gently contract, like a budding lily. I swallowed hard, and the expansion of my body gradually subsided. Not only local, but also the whole body.

She gently curled up a tangled strand of hair and suddenly asked me, if I continue to go north, would you like to join me?

After listening to her faint finish, I stared at her face and the expression on her face did not change, which made me wonder what she was thinking. So, my tone quietly hardened again. What if I don't want to?

She was disappointed for a while. Immediately, he regained his calm and looked down at the lake. I don't think there is anything to see on the lake. Is it better than the man around you? But she is still so calm, as if she were the lake, without any waves, except for quiet evaporation. Her thoughts seem to have evaporated into the air, so that I can't see or touch them.

Big brother is busy, right? Little sister is really inconvenient to disturb. She stood up and turned away.

All right, I'll give you a ride. I'm busy, but I have priorities. My tone finally softened.

She smiled and nodded her thanks. After laughing, she asked, aren't you in a hurry to ask your eldest brother out?

No hurry, no hurry. I quickly answered. I think, there is nothing to worry about with beautiful women as company.

I looked at her with joy, but I was disappointed to see that she began to look at the lake again, expressionless as if she were in a trance. It seems that she likes the lake very much, but why does she go? Just because of her mother's words? I really don't understand.

In my hometown, which is called the north by the girl, the gun is a very famous thing. Men need to show their treasures when they grow up, which is commonly known as guns. It is said that the guns made by the Jin family are top grade, and the reputation of "golden guns can't fall" is all over the world. Recently, Yang Jia gun and Yue Jia gun are popular, and the materials are first-class. It is said that after the gun was fired, the guns were all real and hit the target. As a descendant of the Hong family gun, I will naturally try my best to carry forward the Hong family gun until it is finally famous all over the world. The most awesome sentence is this: I want to dominate the Central Plains with a gun. I think my goal is similar.

Night always comes quietly, for example, when I want to shoot my first shot in life, it comes at the right time. Night is really a good thing. I am timid and thin-skinned during the day. Now I can sneak out and get some air, and maybe I can do something good by the way. For example, when a flower lies on the boat, you can listen to her delicate breath, smell her delicate fragrance, touch her bright face, and finally kiss her budding heart. This kind of happiness is really attractive. No wonder people always say that "it's romantic to be a ghost when peony dies." In my opinion, no matter what "flowers", no matter what "flowers die" are "romantic"!

My body is surging wildly under the impact of this strong tide, just like the tide of Qiantang River. I feel like a fire, a fire about to break out. She is water, cold and clear water. The closer we get, the closer we can get, and the qualitative change has taken place. Either she drowned me or I cooked her. I strongly felt my impulse: I want to cook her, I want to cook her, I must cook her!

Driven by this huge shock wave, I quickly approached the girl's room in three steps and two steps, so close that I could almost smell her breathing. I made it clear during the day: the girl's bed is by the window. Now, this window is in front of my eyes. As soon as I open it, I will. My heart is pounding at the thought of this, just like Malik's pentium. But my hand still tried to reach the evil window in the dark.

who is it? Suddenly there was a scream from the room in the dark, and I almost fell into the lake.

It's me, Hong Qi. After receiving my heart, I quickly answered.

Oh, it's you. The girl lit the candle, opened the window and looked at me.

The moonlight is really good tonight. Come out and have a look when you are bored. Sorry to disturb the girl's rest. Then I looked at the sky and suddenly found myself covered in flaws. First of all, there are white clouds all over the sky tonight, but the moon is in and out. How can we enjoy the moon? Secondly, my movements are actually too small to disturb them. The only explanation is that the girl didn't sleep either. That's true. However, why didn't she go to bed so late? Is she also looking forward to ... My face flushed at the thought, but I couldn't hide my inner joy.

As if nothing had happened, the girl didn't come forward, just smiled. My name is Liu Ying, Brother Hong. You can call me Mei Ying.

Oh, Miss Ying, I'm really sorry tonight. I won't do it again. Say that finish, I respectfully bowed to her, the in the mind feel better.

Brother Hong, you're welcome. It is windy outside. Come in and sit down. She still smiled, but this time I saw tears on her face. Is she crying because she doesn't sleep at midnight?

Miss Ying, can't you sleep either? I asked her.

She still smiles, but she seems reluctant. When she turned around, she quietly wiped her tears and returned to her usual routine.

Brother Hong, do you want to drink? Before I came back, she began to pour me wine.

I didn't intend to drink it, for fear of doing something wrong after drinking it. But now I can't refuse any more, so I have to say, well, what's life like when drinking?

Brother Hong, tonight's song is not just wine, but also our agreement. Tomorrow, we will turn to the north. Liu Ying said while pouring wine.

Ok, north! Here's to going home! I raised my glass, gave Liu a hard touch, and then gulped it down.

Those who have male and female roles don't necessarily have stories, otherwise I think I have more than one story that night. It's late at night, and the words between us are getting less and less. Liu Ying assumed a posture of not getting drunk or sleeping, but I was the one who got drunk at last, and I stumbled on her bed unwillingly. Many days later, I gradually understood a truth: everyone will get drunk unless he is drunk. Wine will not make people drunk, only people will make people drunk, and only people will make themselves drunk. Liu Ying said, a thousand cups are not drunk. She said that she really wanted to get drunk and get rid of her troubles. After getting drunk, the original things will no longer be remembered, and what she said and did can be forgotten. When Liu Ying said this, I smiled without a word, because when I woke up, I remembered: that night, she once said that she was from Dali, Yunnan, and her parents had passed away, and she had a long-lost sister.

The ship finally turned around and headed south. Liu Ying's mood gradually rose, and I stood at the bow with her, watching the floating clouds shuttle across the water, the reflections of the treetops on the lake receded one after another, and the fish spat bubbles at the bottom of the water.

Liu Ying said to himself, journey to the south, journey to the south.

I knew what she was thinking, so I deliberately said something to disturb her thoughts. I said, how can the north be better than the south? You see, a Suzhou and a Hangzhou, which is not a fairyland on earth?

I said this, but also for myself. I really long for a "just for Suzhou and Hangzhou" love, and I am eager to do the most romantic thing in the most romantic place on earth. God has given us the power of romance, that is, romance, but what a pity if we don't have romance in the most romantic place. But imagine what a great feat it would be if you could let the woman you like fully expand her body and bloom the most beautiful and bright flowers by the West Lake in the south of the Yangtze River.

After listening to me, Liu Ying completely understood my mind, and gradually climbed out of the eyebrows with a rare cunning. She told me lightly that Suzhou and Hangzhou were actually good, but it was a pity that God doomed my love to be in the north, otherwise Brother Hong and I wouldn't have to go north.

I was surprised. Are you so sure that your lover must be in the north?

She smiled. I'm really not sure. But my mother once said that only northern men are real men.

How can you say that? I was just about to refute it when it suddenly occurred to me that I was from the north. Suddenly my face turned red. Is she beating around the bush praising me? Thinking about it, my palms began to sweat quietly, and my eyes were embarrassed to beat around the bush on her again.

That's what my mother said. I don't know exactly, but I believe my mother. When I looked at her and said these words, her eyes were crystal clear, and I couldn't find a trace of impurities to doubt. I have to believe that her mother did say these words. For an instant, I was sad again. It turns out that I'm just fooling myself. She didn't mean to praise me at all, but I took a gossip as an imperial edict.

Actually, northern men are not that good. For example, I am only good at dancing with a gun. I know nothing about poetry and songs, and I have no ambition. I'm not a real man. I said with some inferiority.

Brother Hong, you are wrong. If you are a man, you should dance with a gun and make a stick. That's a hero. Big brother is simple and honest. I believe southerners will never have these advantages. My brother is a little lonely now, but I think it will come from another legend. Liu Ying interrupted me loudly.

After listening to Liu Ying's words, I feel that although her words are absolute, it is still a trend at present. Now people in the Southern Dynasties are as weak as dog emperors, and transvestites can be seen everywhere. So I promised Liu Yingdao that we northerners would rather die than surrender. We can give up our lives for friendship.

Liu Ying suddenly turned around and gave me a meaningful smile, and then walked back to the house. I don't know what I said wrong, for fear of playing another joke on her. This girl is like this, laughing internally, but never smiling to her face. This way of laughing makes me toss and turn, and it is difficult to sleep. It makes me more and more confused about her mind, but at the same time, I want to know her mind more and more. I don't know if she is missing a tooth in her mouth or her tongue is not good-looking, but she is articulate and unlike.

But it doesn't matter. I will never do nothing all day, just eat and drink Lazar. In other words, I, Hong Qi, am no longer a glutton, but a thoughtful young man. My name is no longer Hong Qi, because Yingying calls me "Red Brother".

(To be continued)