Heavy rain.

Pouring down.

The old, mottled tombstones, washed by the rain, seem to be more polished than before.

Zhang Qian reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Hang your head.

He never dared to raise his head and glanced at Ning Xuanyuan again.

A cold wind blows in your face.

After autumn, Suzhou and Hangzhou have never been as cold and bone-chilling as they are today.

"I respect you. ”

Ning Xuanyuan picked up the old wine he had brought before, opened the mud seal, and gently poured it down along Zhou Ziyang's tombstone, the aroma of the wine overflowing, floating but not dispersing.

When he was a teenager, he was ambitious and high-spirited.

When returning.

He is still in high spirits, and he is like a cloud.

The boy is still the same boy he was at the beginning.

It's just that he lacks the company of the person he wants to see the most.

Two former best friends.

One died.

A young man with premature aging, full of vicissitudes.

Life.

He was not given any preferential treatment to his two friends.

"Brother Ning, when did you come back?"

After a long time, Zhang Qian, whose emotions had finally stabilized, picked up the old wine handed over by Ning Xuanyuan, took a sip of it, and then wondered.

"The other day. Ning Xuanyuan said.

Zhang Qian didn't squeak, he secretly glanced at Ning Xuanyuan a few times, his back was majestic, and his temperament was sharp.

This big brother who was known as wise and brave in his mind when he was in middle school, finally lived out what he had imagined.

I'm so happy!

It's just that looking at the cold grave of the third child, I don't feel good in my heart.

If Zhou Ziyang hadn't died.

Seeing Ning Xuanyuan's appearance in the present place, he will definitely quote the scriptures, chew the words, and praise it.

This kid was sharp-tongued when he was in school.

He is not a good reader, and every time he listens to Zhou Ziyang talking, he doesn't understand anything, but even so, he likes this kid to brag very much.

Because, as it sounds, comfortable.

Ning Xuanyuan held the wine jug in one hand, clenched his fist in the other, his eyes were always staring into the distance, and he rarely spoke.

Rain cats and dogs.

From the top of his head, it rolled down, and even though his eyelashes were covered with raindrops, he didn't blink.

That kind of water-stained eyes is the first time Zhang Qian has seen it.

He's, it's still him.

However, in the dark, it gave Zhang Qian a very different feeling.

Because he didn't read much, Zhang Qian didn't know what words to use to describe it.

In short, unforgettable!

"Qi Xiang, that woman, damn it. ”

After pouring a sip of spirits, Zhang Qian clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

The woman I once loved the most.

not only betrayed the kind man who gave her infinite happiness.

In the end, he was killed.

As a result, when the bones are not cold, they have to bear the infamy, straw bales, waste bags, no ambitions, indulged in love and self-degenerate, and so on.

Ning Xuanyuan stood in the wind and rain.

Still not a word.

Zhang Qian leaned towards Zhou Ziyang's tombstone, was silent for a long time, and continued, "I heard rumors that it was not only Qi Xiang who really killed Ziyang, but also Jiang Shen and Han Yang, the leaders of the four wealthy families. ”

The kind that stands on top of mortals.

bit high weight.

A top wealthy family with a deep family background.

Zhang Qian knew that he was not qualified in this life, and he would take revenge on them.

Every day, in addition to resentment, it is to scold the sky for being eyeless and there is no justice.

But.

Not long ago, he heard that a big event had happened in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and Jiang Qin, the son of Jiang Jinnan, the president of the Red League Chamber of Commerce, died at the age of Fenghua.

Ha ha.

God finally opened his eyes once.

"Bad things like the Jiang family, I wish them to die as soon as possible, no, not only the Jiang family, but also the Han family, the Shen family, and the Yang family. Zhang Qian scolded and scolded, so unhappy.

Ning Xuanyuan finally glanced at him, and muttered, "Why don't you ...... the end?"

The wind is too strong.

The rain is also urgent.

Zhang Qian didn't hear Ning Xuanyuan's words.

He shook the empty jar and found that he had drunk too much wine in a few moments.

When I stood up, I staggered.

Now that he has lost the recklessness and momentum of his youth, the pressure of life is invisibly slowly wearing down his sharpness.

Ning Xuanyuan hugged Zhang Qian, "Let's go, go to your house and have a look?"

Zhang Qian was slightly stunned, his expression revealed, and he hesitated and struggled for a moment.

However, in the end, he gave up his refusal.

Zhang Qian's life experience is actually not much better than Ning Xuanyuan, who was adopted since childhood.

Parents died young.

Helpless.

After graduating from middle school, after several persuasions by Zhou Ziyang, he still gave up continuing to study, and after that, he mixed in the society and crawled around.

The days passed tightly for a while, and they were loose for a while.

Just a few years ago, I just completed my life events, and now, there is also such a small restaurant in Suzhou and Hangzhou, with a small operating area.

Dealing with firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long.

Because it's not far from Jiuzhi Mountain.

Ning Xuanyuan simply walked down the mountain with Zhang Qian.

Yuan Shu held an umbrella to block the wind and rain.

However, he was rejected by Ning Xuanyuan.

Two men with great contrasts in size, temperament, and makeup just supported each other, one foot deeper, one foot shallow, and it was difficult to walk.

A small restaurant at the foot of the mountain, business is not good.

The woman holding a handful of melon seeds, wrapped in an apron, sat on a bench under the eaves, munching on melon seeds while passing the boring time.

Early thirties.

Nines.

When Zhang Qian introduced this bewitching woman, who was his mother-in-law, even Ning Xuanyuan was stunned, not that Zhang Qian was unworthy.

Rather, the relationship between the two gave him a very strange feeling.

Sure enough.

This woman, whose real name is Qiu Ya, first glanced at Zhang Qian lightly and said that it was useless.

Then, he looked at Ning Xuanyuan twice with playful eyes.

After that, he lifted his thighs, set them on the bench, and sneered, "With your waste virtue, you also have friends? ”

Zhang Qiannunu's mouth wanted to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed it raw.

He shook his head, hurriedly took out a bench, wiped it with his sleeve, and motioned to Ning Xuanyuan, "Brother, the family is poor, you will sit down." ”

"I'm fine. ”

Ning Xuanyuan smiled, and there was no disgust in his eyes.

"Well, then I'll fry a few side dishes, and we'll have a few more drinks later. ”

Zhang Qian raised his hand and decisively wiped off the rain on his head, and then hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, looking like he was going to prepare a few snacks.

"What to fry? No money for firewood, rice, oil, salt, no money, no money for vegetables?"

"Zhang Qian, I said that you have grown your skills, and you have begun to be the master of the house, so you can do whatever you want?"

Considers.

As soon as the woman pushed away the chair, she stuck her waist in her waist, and began to curse, "What kind of messy people, all bring them home, but fortunately they are entertained with wine and food, and this is really a place to eat white food?"

The surrounding neighbors all poked their heads out, pointed their fingers, and gloated.

Zhang Qian rubbed his hands, nodded and smiled at the woman all the way, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears, and in the blink of an eye, his pupils were flooded.

Ning Xuanyuan looked at this scene and sighed deeply.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.