"A concubine of Hongchen laughed, no one knew that it was lychee."

The sun is shining, and the cicadas are chirping in summer.

There is a book school on the street, and the sound of books is heard from inside. The child's voice is clear and full of infinite hope and beauty.

Outside the courtyard wall of the school, there is a cherry tree that is not young. There are many tender red cherries on it.

But perhaps it has been a long time for the cherries to bear fruit, and the cherries are already ripe, but no one picks them, and they can only fall to the ground one by one.

A bird came flying, pecking at the cherries on the tree, accidentally dropped one, and hit the man under the tree on the head.

It was a little boy with black hair that was shoulder-length, with a ball head tied on top of his head, wearing slightly tattered gray clothes, a thin body, a small gray face, and the only color on his body was two red feathers hanging on his ears. earring.

He was leaning against the cherry tree with his eyes closed, but when the fruit hit him, he opened his eyes tremblingly.

It's like the new rain in the Jiangnan water country, hazy, just looking at those eyes, it's a little hot.

His fingers swiped in the air, wondering what he was thinking.

Although he was older than before, Li Ruoshui still recognized him at a glance, and his eyebrows were as good-looking as ever.

Knowing that others couldn't see her, Li Ruoshui walked straight over, but stopped a few steps away from him.

Sure enough, Lu Zhiyao, whose five senses are extremely sensitive, turned his head, thinking that there was someone in this place, so he showed a smile at this place. He already had a little bit of grown-up charm.

If you count the time, he should have been abandoned by his mother now, but don't know if he has met his master.

Li Ruoshui carefully looked at his clothes. There were several holes in the cuffs, and there were many blue marks on the exposed arms. The pants only reached the ankles, and the shoes seemed to squeeze the feet.

In general, the street beggars are better dressed than him.

Fortunately, it is summer, otherwise, with these two clothes, people who walk two steps in winter will be gone.

"The lychees are sweet and delicious. It's also the season. I'll buy some when I go back today, write them down as a testimonial, and deliver them tomorrow."

The voice of the master came from inside the courtyard wall.

Maybe it was too hot in the house, he was taking the children to class in the courtyard, just across the wall from the road.

Inside the wall, he was shaking his head while reading a book. Outside the wall, he tapped the tree with his fingertips, then remembered the small thing that fell from his head, lowered his head and shook it, shaking it down.

Seemingly bored, he moved back and forth under the tree, stepping on a lot of ripe cherries on the ground during his actions, and the ground was full of bright red juice.

Li Ruoshui had no idea what he was doing here, so he had to sit on the ground and look at him with his chin up.

Lu Chi walked up and down, the red feathers under the ears swayed, the jet-black hair just covered the chin, and the red silk tied on the top of the head floated around, at first glance like a homeless little girl.

Suddenly, he picked up a fruit core wrapped in soft and rotten pulp from the ground, and called Li Ruoshui without saying a word.

This situation is too familiar, Li Ruoshui didn't even hide, and watched the fruit core pass through his forehead and hit a street vendor's cart.

Perhaps his internal strength was not enough, and the fruit core was not embedded in it, just a bang.

Lu Zhiyao tilted his head slightly suspiciously, wondering what he was thinking.

The stall owner painted sugar paintings, and the car shook, looked at him impatiently, and walked under the tree with the sweet fragrance of maltose all over his body.

Li Ruoshui hurriedly stood up and subconsciously stood in front of the road, but she couldn't stop anyone, she could only watch the stall owner pass through her and stand under the tree with her hips on her back.

"Whose child are you? What do you owe?! What stones are you throwing around!"

Lu Zhiyao raised his gray face, his eyes were dim and unfocused, but he still smiled at the stall owner.

The corners of his lips were slightly upturned, this sip made him more cute and cute, even Li Ruoshui softened a lot.

"Where are your parents!"

The stall owner didn't show a hint of soft-heartedness, instead, seeing his weakness, he intensified.

The scorching sun was scorching hot, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. His sugar melted easily, and he felt depressed for a long time. Now that he finally found a punching bag, how could he let it go so easily.

Lu Zhiyao was not at all timid, after pondering for a while, he raised a sweet smile.

This smile was bigger than the previous one, showing teeth and curved eyes, but it seemed a bit exaggerated, with a bit of incongruity in the sweetness.

The stall owner fanned the wind with his hands, standing in the shade of the tree, the sugar on his body became more and more sticky.

"Don't do this, my sugar paintings have been ruined by you a lot, let your parents pay for it."

Lu Zhiyao frowned slightly, two steps away from him, and stood in front of Li Ruoshui by accident.

"No money."

The stall owner looked at his eyes, then looked up and down at his clothes, choked for a while, and pouted.

"If you don't have any money, just use your earrings to pay for it."

The workmanship of the pair of red feather earrings looks very natural, there is no trace of smudge, and there is no variegated color. The red is pure and gorgeous.

"This is given by my master. Without her, I will be angry."

From Li Ruoshui's point of view, he could see his little head shaking, which made her a little puzzled. Could it be that he was really simple and cute when he was a child?

The stall owner was so irritable that he didn't want to deal with him, so he stretched out his hand: "I'll be angry if you don't pay me!"

A cold light flashed, and Tan Shou retracted his hand in shock, staring at him with wide eyes.

Li Ruoshui looked at the blade in Xiaolu Kao's hand with a subtle peace of mind. Sure enough, this was him.

"Laughing doesn't always work, it seems, but it's funny."

Xiao Luzhi turned the blade and walked towards him. Li Ruoshui knew that this person would not survive today just by looking at his posture.

Suddenly, a sharp bird chirping appeared, Xiaolu Kao took a step, the smile on his lips faded, and he withdrew the knife in his hand.

"Do you still want to lose money?"

The stall owner suddenly came back to his senses and was secretly shocked, but when he left, he was still addicted to his face because of the loss of face.

"I don't care about you because you're blind, what a shit, bad luck."

Lu Zhiyao didn't seem to hear it, so he smiled and continued to stay there in a daze.

Li Ruoshui looked at his empty eyes, and suddenly remembered the last time he saw Xiaolu Jiao.

He was gently shut in the yard by Bai. Although he loved to laugh, he was by no means what he looked like when he grew up. He didn't laugh all the time when he was a child.

Who taught him that mask-like smile?

The copper bell in the courtyard wall rang, the children cheered, and everyone hurriedly ran out of the academy to the candy painting stall that turned into sugar water.

A string of pennies, someone asked for a rabbit, someone asked for a small flower, and there was laughter and laughter for a while, and everything just now disappeared, and no one knew what happened here.

A young boy in academy clothes bought a sugar painting and ran towards the tree.

His eyes were bright, and he had the innocence that a child should have.

"You are here again."

He actually came to find the way.

There is actually a friend in the small road far away. This realization made Li Ruoshui cover his mouth, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

But Lu Zhiyao didn't react much. Although he was smiling, Li Ruoshui couldn't see any real happiness. He seemed to be perfunctory.

The little boy looked at the cherries all over the floor and couldn't help picking up a lot of intact ones from the ground. It was the time for teenage children to be greedy.

"Cherry, do you want one?"

Lu Zhiyao tilted his head, a little puzzled: "What is a cherry?"

The little boy picked one and gave it to him: "This is it."

The round thing circled around his fingertips, and he probably had an outline in his heart, and Lu Zhizhi only got a little interested at this time.

"Is this edible?"

"Yeah, don't you know?"

Lu Zhiyao shook his head, put the soft cherry in his mouth, and nodded.

"Sweet."

Although the already ripe cherries are a little soft, they taste sweet and have a good taste. Although he doesn't like to eat sweet ones, the taste is not bad.

The little boy nodded, and the two of them patted his shoulder like good brothers, flipping through the book bag.

"Today we taught a poem. The husband said it was about lychees, but in fact, I have eaten it a long time ago. It's too sweet, and I don't like it."

He finally pulled out a blank piece of paper and handed it to Lu Zhizhi.

"This is the verse I learned today. I copied it on paper, you can take it."

He was about to take it, but was stopped by a soft drink.

"lay down!"

Xiaolu Zuo paused for a moment, then let go of his hand without any reluctance, and looked to the left with his unfocused eyes: "Master."