It was late at night, and it was deserted.

The clear sky was full of stars, and the moonlight was like water, gently sprinkled on the loess.

Among the grass and trees, low and dilapidated earthen houses are scattered and scattered, and the potholed primitive dirt road is pitch black, and no human beings can be seen.

Only the breeze gusted, with the cool and fresh air, the churning smoke, and the lonely bird's cry swept everywhere blankly.

It has been nearly half a month since Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze left, and the small place of Shili Street seems to have not changed much, and it is still so poor,...... It's lively during the day, but it's deserted at night.

These days, the people of the old shrimp family have come out and walked around, and no one has seen the old shrimp, so I don't know where I went.

The door in Zhang Ji's grocery store will be closed, the lights in the house will be on, and Aunt Chen will lie in Zhang Hu's arms as usual, and the eyes of the husband and wife have dried up.

Mrs. Chen couldn't sleep because she didn't know where Zhang Ze was or what he was doing, and Zhang Hu couldn't sleep because she knew what Zhang Ze had done.

And Ah Nan's family still didn't dare to come to Zhang Ji grocery store, because Aunt Ying didn't have Mo Xiaohe to help cook at home for a while, she was in a very bad mood, her face was often black, and her scolding was more fierce than usual.

Uncle Ying is often scolded by Aunt Ying because there is no one to do housework at home and the hygiene is not very tidy.

Zhang Laosan's mother died some time ago...... The old man died peacefully, and when he died, he still had a piece of meat in his mouth, and he was out of breath before he swallowed the meat.

Zhang Laosan is a scholar in the end, and he sees the cumbersome funeral, as well as birth, old age, sickness and death very thoroughly...... He didn't cry, he didn't feel sad, but he casually found a mat, rolled up his mother and dug a pit to bury him, and he was away from home all day, messing with the old woman he brought back.

Mo Xiaoyan returned to the state before Mo Xiaohe was four years old...... During the day, the door of the house was not opened, it was closed, and then she hid in the house by herself, still writing couplets, and then embroidering, the tattoo was still a phoenix, and she would never come out until she went to bed.

Many times, Mo Xiaoyan would often look in the direction of Ximen County in a daze at night and candlelight, shaking his head and sighing from time to time...... It seemed that she knew where Ximen County was, and it seemed that she could see what Mo Xiaohe was doing in the distance through thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers.

In the dead of night, Mo Xiaoyan began to look in the direction of Ximen County again.

Coincidentally, the direction she was looking at stretched for hundreds of miles, and it was where Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze were at this time.

Zhang Ze and Mo Xiaohe were cats by the Ximen River at this time.

The river is murmuring, the breeze is blowing, the grass is full of plastic, the insects are singing, the birds are crying crisply, the sky is full of stars, and the moonlight is gentle.

Zhang Ze and Mo Xiaohe didn't sleep.

It was not because the battle of the day was too great for him to sleep, nor because the scenery around him was too beautiful, but because they were so poor and poetic...... Rough people like them don't know what fear is, and they don't know what poetry is.

Today, the city of Ximen is full of wind and rain, the mighty and stubborn and murderous Royal Forest Army is like a great enemy, and the whole army of the city is fast to send out a carpet search and arrest, and the pursuit and killing order with the portrait of the two people is spread throughout Ximen County in one day.

Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze seemed to be still in the dark, not knowing what kind of behemoth they had provoked, not knowing that they might be arrested anytime and anywhere.

They didn't know that they scolded a lot of people in the rich restaurant, and one day when they walked down the street, they would inexplicably appear a character they had never seen before, more powerful than the rich restaurant.

They didn't even know that if it weren't for the old shrimp who was used to walking at night and had been fighting in Ximen County for many years to escape from the secret passage with them...... They are unable to fly, and I am afraid that they have long been imprisoned in a prison that does not see the light of day, suffering endless torture, and life and death are not as good as death.

They don't know how dangerous they are today, and how lucky they are, and they don't know that they have offended this piece of the world in Ximen County.

Zhang Ze was wearing shorts, with bare feet, throwing his father's treasure knife to the ground, his hands resting on his fat head, Erlang's legs were crossed, a piece of grass was in his mouth, and he was looking at the starry sky and chewing boredly.

Mo Xiaohe sat on the grass with his buttocks, stood his sword aside, put his hands on his curled legs, and watched the breeze and moon with an expressionless face.

"Xiaohezi, why do you say Lao Shrimp wants to help us today?" Zhang Ze seemed to be tired of chewing the grass in his mouth, and began to say something that he didn't have, even as a kid who had nothing, he stabbed a hornet's nest that many big people didn't dare to poke today, in the eyes of many people, he was very powerful, but what he said was still those vulgar vernacular.

"Hell knows. Mo Xiaohe didn't care.

Zhang Ze sat up in Mo Xiaohe's posture, habitually posed in his cool posture, and spoke ruffianly, "The old shrimp is at least not bad, look at that Ah Cai, his grandmother's ...... The two of us were chased and cut by a bunch of people, and he didn't know where to hide."

"I'm too lazy to know what the old shrimp wants to do...... As for Ah Cai, don't blame others, why do people help us cut people. ”

"That's right...... But if this kid wants to fight in the future, don't think about Lao Tzu helping him. ”

Zhang Ze touched his head, like a four-year-old innocent child, and thought about it for a long time, and suddenly realized, "You said that your handwriting is much better than that of the old man in a long robe, why don't you go up and write today?"

Mo Xiaohe screamed, his elliptical eyes looked at Zhang Ze like a fool, and he was silent.

His handwriting was beautiful, and he was sure that it was much better than that of the old Mr. Puff in the long robe...... And one step to the sky, a grab is a handful of money, a wave of the hand will have thousands of troops for you to stand out for the day everyone thinks.

But you have no money, no power and no fame, no matter how beautiful your writing is, at most you can go to the street to sell couplets and sell a few copper plates at a time, who will be idle and bored to hold a poor sour boy's words to the sky.

Besides, you are a poor sour boy who writes for no reason, and no matter how good your writing is, people will treat you as a fool at most, and at most you will be regarded as a fool with some meaning...... It's like when Mo Xiaohe stares at Mr. Bao now, the eyes of those people looking at Mo Xiaohe are just looking at the eyes of fools.

Although Mo Xiaohe is a reckless man from the countryside, he still understands this bit of humanity and truth...... So Mo Xiaohe prefers to answer briefly and rudely, and hit when he shoots.

Zhang Ze lay down, and soon there was a snoring sound.

Mo Xiaohe didn't sleep.

He sits, feeling the cool breeze rushing in his face, listening to the chaotic insects and birds, Mo Xiaohe actually committed the disease that more or less fourteen-year-old teenagers would commit...... Start thinking about life.

For example, think about why he is alive, who his parents are and why they don't want him, what his future will look like, and what is the purpose of his life.

Does he have to look at the money, strive to make a lot of money, like in the storybook, be a big boss, scatter his daughter, and come back with his hand.

Or be a general, waving thousands of troops and horses, waving hands and drinking beautiful women.

Or when you are a big official, turning your hands is clouds, and covering your hands is rain.

Or climb to the top of the underworld, and the wind and clouds will be casually spoken.

But Mo Xiaohe felt that it was boring, he held a sword in his hand, sat down and rode a horse, with money in his pocket, he could go wherever he wanted, and cut whatever he wanted...... This seems to be a little more lively.

Mo Xiaohe suddenly looked in the direction of Shili Street, stunned.

He wanted to go home.

The people in the rich restaurant easily mobilized all the forces of Ximen County, and he didn't seem to know whether the Imperial Forest Army would step on Shili Street tomorrow.

Mo Xiaohe looked at Zhang Ze, who was snoring and drooling constantly...... Psychology is a little uncomfortable, Zhang Ze is actually just a stupid child.

Mo Xiaohe suddenly doubted that he liked to beat people so much, right.

But if he hadn't beaten those fools, I'm afraid he would be even more uncomfortable now.

What if you do? The consequences are not much bigger.

Mo Xiaohe felt that something was wrong again...... If you fight at every turn, you will be in the shadow of the sword and sword for the rest of your life?

I just don't want to think about it so much.

Life and death depend on fate, how comfortable it is, how to come, is the most comfortable thing.

He has money and a sword in his hand, which is a kind of power and power, and no one can help him.

Mo Xiaohe looked in the direction of Ximen County again, thinking of the stupid Mo Xiaoyan, he always felt not very happy.

It's really a mess.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He lifted his sword.

Then put the hundreds of silver tickets saved in the past few years into Zhang Ze's pocket.

Then on the Yanbian side of the Ximen River, he walked like a gallop.