Homeless prodigal son

That year, when she was a maid, she met him on the way to escape from her master's house. Blue Gu Jian is a horse, and the hip flask in his hand shakes gently.

"Help me, help me."

He didn't stop, but still led his horse farther and farther.

"Please, help me, don't let me go back."

The footsteps of chasing are getting closer and closer, and the shouts of chasing are like drums of death.

He looked back curiously and saw a pair of tearful eyes and stubborn eyes.

"good"

There was another horse on the quiet road that night, but there was a girl on it.

"What's your name?"

The prodigal son

"Your name?"

"Yes, my name is prodigal son."

A month later, outside the hut on the outskirts of Luoyang

"Scholar, I'm coming."

"The prodigal son returns, who is she?"

"The person I saved on the road, you call her a girl, anyway, that's what I call her."

Three people, brief introduction, simple life,

Reading, practicing sword, embroidery,

It's just that the embroiderer is sitting next to the swordsman, and he is the only one in his eyes.

When the reader looks at the embroidery worker, he is no longer a sage of Confucius, but a girl.

A year later, the prodigal son turned over and mounted the horse. This is a game that he must take part in. This is a matter of winning or losing, and it is also a matter of life and death.

"Can you not go, our life is not good now? There are me and a scholar. "

"No, I have to go this time. Everyone has something he has to do, and this is what I have to do. "

One horse, one Gu Jian and a hip flask.

Jianghu is his territory, and he's gone.

Half a year later, the cabin on the outskirts of Luoyang

In the courtyard where he practiced martial arts, she was still embroidering, but this time she looked at the gate.

"Girl, don't wait. Many people said that they saw the prodigal son and the other party both fall off the cliff, and he was seriously injured before falling off the cliff. "

Sunset, two people, two sighs.

The day he left a year later,

There are big happy words on the door of the hut. People outside the house are happy and firecrackers have been set off for a long time. The scholar in the groom's suit has an uncontrollable smile on his face, and the girl in the house is a little shy.

In the distant mountains, one person and one horse are still blue and purple, but there was a ferocious scar on the handsome face at the beginning.

The hip flask in your hand is still shaking,

The prodigal son has no home, only the world, the rivers and lakes are far away, and this life is gone.