In the thirty-fourth year of Jiajing, Beijing.

The setting sun hung obliquely, and under the locust tree in the corner, a man covered his face with pages and leaned against the trunk, with some papers scattered in front of him.

A sweet wind blew, and he woke up from his sleep, but he did not move. He just caught a glimpse of a pair of delicate and petite embroidered shoes from the bottom of the page. Make clicks, heart said whether he met any fox demon, could not help but make a tingle and sit up straight.

The worn pages slipped down, and then he saw a little girl.

Look at her round face and almond eyes, holding her own article in her hand. I don't know that a little bit of it is scattered on the round double bun tied with ribbon.

Wow, it's not a monster, it's obviously a little girl film that climbs trees and digs a bird's nest.

"Little girl, aren't you afraid to see this?" He grinned casually at the thought of those monsters who eat people in the book.

The little girl ignored him and hurriedly turned to the last one. First, she opened her eyes wide and covered her chest in one breath. Seeing his doubts, is his article really that thrilling?

"Boss!" He looked up at the sound.

"How much is this book?" Her voice dropped when she grasped the paper with both hands. "... I can't afford too much. "

Although the wind chilled his neck and he was still hungry, he felt very funny and laughed.

Looking at the little girl in the red coat and white skirt, she jumped away happily, shook her head and began to pack things.

Remembering that he just gave a book with a wave of his hand, he looked at the money bag he didn't save today. He shook his head, then smiled and shook his head.

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"What happened later?" The little girl's voice was as clear as an unripe olive, which made him sleepy and fidgety.

"Later ..." He shook his head, annoyed. "The monkey is dead." The tone is as dull as dead water.

"ah!" A quick phone call woke him up and raised his head.

Since the book ceremony, the little girl has been running over from time to time, telling those stories and pestering him to listen for nothing. But most of her smiles are like a festive doll, and she is willing to tell others her whimsy when she is free. But today ... I saw the little girl with red eyes and round eyes wrapped in tears, as if she had been bullied, and he suddenly became flustered.

She pointed at him. "How could you let him die!" , stamping stamping, "this man! Very annoying! " Put down the complaining hand pointing at him and turn away.

No, he thought, what a child. I can't hide any sadness.

When the wind blew away the fallen leaves, he suddenly stood up and stood motionless.

The man with frosty temples craned his neck, and his eyes seemed to pass through the zigzag strips with overlapping cornices.

This Zijin Imperial City is said to be at the foot of the Emperor of Heaven, and many people have spent the last drop of their lives without seeing its prosperity. I can come here, although I can't see the scene of gold and colorful jewelry, why can't I see anything and feel out of place at the same time?

At the moment when he sighed, he stretched out his hand and tightened his skirt.

He thought, probably caused by the state of mind, the heart has an autumn wind, worry-free and worry.

It's late autumn, and there's no news for another year. He doesn't know how long he can stay here. Time flies and only the monkey is dead. Thinking, he sighed again.

"Here, this is for you."

Looking inside, I saw the little girl who had gone back, holding a sugar-coated gourd in her hand and holding it high.

"The story is very nice, the Monkey King is a good man. Can eating my Sugar-Coated Berry keep him alive? " The little girl whose eyes are slightly red said seriously.

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In fact, he has long cherished the idea of death. He was highly appreciated by others when he was young. Neighbors and villagers all think that he is outstanding in literary talent, and the imperial examination is like picking up mustard greens. Zhu once said that he "can read all the books in the world". What about him? When I was almost puzzled, I made up a one-year-old Gong Sheng and trudged to Wan Li, waiting for the official position at the foot of the imperial city. A piece of infatuation pointed the way, but in this long watch, grinding the corners of the mouth, completely cold.

"Why is this Tang Priest so unkind and determined to drive away the Monkey King who protects him?" The crisp voice of anger called back his thoughts. The little girl looked over and said, "the Monkey King loves his master so much, how could he turn his head and leave?"

Hearing this, Fangfang was too lazy to get a pool of mud. He sat up straight and asked seriously, "What's the matter?"

The little girl dressed as a child across the street frowned and really thought about it.

He still doesn't know the origin of this little girl, but she always asks a lot of questions about his story by accident. Is it really that the monster in the mountain has become a human form? Otherwise, how can you always hit the nail on the head through many points? Looking at this puzzling little girl, he couldn't help thinking.

"Well, don't kowtow again? The so-called teacher of the day is the father of life. " She finally made a noise, but when she met his serious eyes, she waved at random. "I don't know, I can't write stories."

I can't help but have a connection. The little girl is obviously pretending to be smart.

"Little girl, you only come to read books all day long. Aren't your family worried about you?" He still couldn't help wondering and asked.

But was silent fiercely at the sleeve.

Looking at her child's disguise, he realized that he had slipped his tongue and had to smile bitterly. Then he heard her whisper, "I escaped through the dog hole, which was inhuman ..." Boasting the lines in his book, he looked like a mouse stealing oil.

"Ah, it's getting late. I have to go first. " She got up and ran for two steps, then turned her head. "Call me Xiaoyou from now on." Wave and run away.

"Kid ..." He smacked his lips and grinned.

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Dogs bark deep into the street, and snow returns to people.

The sudden rain and snow caught him off guard, and he was scrambling to clean up. The wind and rain around him have stopped. Look up. I forgot to make friends when I was rubbing books that day, but today she lowered her eyes expressionlessly, stood on tiptoe with an umbrella and stood in the stubborn prednisone in the cold wind.

In the tea shop on the corner, the cold wind tore the curtain and slammed it on the door frame. The girl opposite is holding a cup, and the big drop of Shui Ze is poured into the tea. At the moment when the curtain was overwhelmed and finally pulled down, the wind was mixed with sobs.

When I saw my little friend again, it was noon a few months later.

It was early spring, and on February 2nd, the dragon looked up.

After the cold, everything is revived at this moment. He reached out to brush the flying insects under the tree, and when he looked up again, she was already standing in front of him.

"When I was young, I was idle and often bothered my husband." Xian Xiansu holds an embroidered bag in her hand. "I'm sorry, but I hope you can forgive me."

Before she could dodge, she went on talking. "I'm afraid I'll never see you again after this farewell."

In fact, he is speechless. At the same time, he held out his hand, took a roll from his bosom and solemnly presented it. "I have nothing to report. I wrote a book with you called Yu."

She lowered her head gently and said, "Take care."

"Take care." He stepped back and gently lifted his robe, which was a ceremony for literati to meet each other.

A bosom friend is hard to find, and his back fades away. In a trance, he returned to that snowy night.

In the intermittent sobs of the tearful girl, he realized that her family had been deprived of their rights and had been thrown into prison for the official's father. At this time, a tree fell, no one helped, and it was dark.

For a long time, he always remembered that at that time, the little girl who passed the double six opened her eyes wide and whispered clearly.

"Not as good as those monsters that eat people, that's the whole heart! Don't worry about these little tricks! Don't let it be! " The speaker's hair is messy, but his young face is not in line with sadness.

When he left, he couldn't help looking back at the sound of hooves.

In the depths of those carved blue bricks and red tiles, at this time, a little girl who loves to read strange novels may have picked up embroidery thread and embroidered the rest of her life one by one.

I heard that the daughter of an official who was imprisoned before married to a noble family as a concubine. Fangfang is thirteen years old and waiting to be introduced. It wasn't long before my father saw the light of day again, but he still cut his official position and ordered him to return home. At this point, there are no carefree little girls.

The fingers under the sleeves gently rubbed the lines of the embroidered bag and recalled that snowy night with chaotic memories. Replacing wine with tea, he was also slightly tipsy at last, and told himself a bitter story by storytelling. At that time, the tearful little girl said the words "don't let it be".

I can't help sighing that I don't have a little girl's head yet. The officialdom is dark and the official career is frustrated. I think it is extremely bitter. In fact, it's just a cocoon, and I can't let it leave. If I don't go home,

Turning to the front, there is a faint sound of horseshoes stepping on the inclined part of the door curtain, with some flying dust, which looks charming all over.

In a daze, he seemed to see her again and whispered, "It's not as good as those monsters who eat people!" " I was shocked and woke him up.

He held out his hand, pulled out a piece of paper from one side and spread it on a small box. He wrote a quick book, and the faint morning glow reflected the three characters of Journey to the West in wet ink.

Note: Wu Cheng'en was clever since childhood. Huai 'an Taishouzhi records that he is "sensitive, wise and knowledgeable, which makes him a writer." However, his science exam was unfavorable. In the twenty-ninth year of Jiajing (1550), he was only one year old when he was about 40 years old. He went to Beijing and other official positions, and for a long time, he subsidized his family by selling literature. Six years later, because my mother's hometown was poor, I went to work in Changxing County, Zhejiang Province.

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