In the notorious slums of Xicheng District, a drunk man staggers out of the intricate alley after hearing the false story.

A few steps away, but it was like another world, and the people walking on this bustling street glanced at the drunk man with strange eyes, as if for them, this drunk belonged to the slum.

The drunken man ignored the gaze of the road, walked unscrupulously, sat down by the green belt of the crosswalk, put down the wine bottle that was about to bottom, and then took out a mobile phone from his bosom that looked more like an antique, he pressed a number and dialed it.

The phone rang, but no one answered until the end, and the drunk man didn't show any disappointed expression, or his dirty face was so blurred that it was impossible to see whether he was crying or laughing.

Retracting his phone and putting it in his arms again, he picked up the bottle and got up, walking against the flow of people, although his outfit would give people the feeling of being violent if he didn't find a random place to sit and beg.

He walked like this, unaware of the damage that the world had given him, until the mobile phone in his arms vibrated again, he sat down casually, and then took out the mobile phone and looked at the number that was called, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and connected the phone.

"Guo Yegun, I didn't expect you to be dead. A very cold male voice came from the other side of the phone, and it sounded like there was no emotion in it.

The drunk laughed extremely self-deprecatingly, as if he had heard some big joke, and he couldn't help but say: "Zhang Muyang, how can you say that we are also old friends for half a lifetime, and we just said it so decisively, isn't it a little too impersonal." ”

"Guo Yegun, I never admitted that we would be friends, it's just your unilateral self-inflicted affection. The man on the other side said very directly, where will he sell face.

The drunkard laughed out loud when he heard this, perhaps because he was really drunk.

"It's been two years since I've been gone, and now the whole capital thinks you're dead, just to find the three-character sword to give the old man who has long been cleared a clean slate, and give up your good future, is it really worth it?"

The drunk man finally retracted his laughter, and couldn't help but show a sarcastic expression when he heard what the man said about his good future, and then said, "I never thought that I would have any good results in the capital, aren't you and I moving forward in the footsteps of Chen Tianshi?"

The other side was silent, perhaps because he happened to be poked into the deepest weakness of his heart by a drunk.

"Zhang Muyang, don't you believe it, I found the three-character sword. Guo Yegun said in the most gentle voice, but poured a sip of spirits.

"No way. The voice of resolute repudiation came directly from the other side of the phone.

"I really found it. Guo Yegun still said very indifferently.

"Then why don't you bring it back to the capital? As long as the three-character sword is returned to its place, the stain on Chen Tianshi's body back then will be completely washed away, and you won't see a person for two years?" Zhang Muyang said, he didn't believe the nonsense of this drunk man at all, because it was not logical at all.

Guo Yegun shook his head, and then said: "Someone took away the three-character sword in my hand, and also left me with three guns, so there are rumors in the capital that I am dead." ”

The other side of the phone was silent for a while, and then Zhang Muyang's extremely calm voice came: "You don't have to tell me these things, I don't want to know, for me, the less you know, the better, I don't want to have anything to do with this three-character sword, I also have my position, so if you want to make a move for this, I advise you to dispel this idea." ”

"It's heartbreaking. Guo Yegun spit out these four words with some sighs.

"This is not ruthlessness, it is reason, who will have a good end for the person who was implicated in the three-character sword back then? Even if it is the invincible Chen Tianshi, what has he become? So I advise you not to be involved anymore, isn't it enough to leave these three guns? Go back to Beijing. Zhang Muyang said with some bitterness, although this man said that he had nothing to do with Guo Yegun, but a trace of concern could be heard in his cold voice.

Guo Yegun shook his head, although the person on the other side of the phone didn't see it, but Zhang Muyang listened to the long silence, and seemed to know his thoughts as an old friend, he knew very well that there was such a way, as long as he took a step forward, he could never take it back, he sighed and said, "If you have something to say, say it." ”

"Chen Tianshi is dead. Guo Yegun said.

Zhang Muyang on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I'm not surprised by this. ”

"I met a kid who knows how to use Tiangangquan in the Chen family, and he is looking for a three-character sword. Guo Yegun continued.

This time, Zhang Muyang showed some surprised expressions and muttered, "Chen Tianshi has a second apprentice?"

"Whether there is one or not, I've seen such a person, but unfortunately, compared to that guy, he is far behind, not at the same level at all. Guo Yegun said, but his voice didn't make people feel any regret at all.

Zhang Muyang fell silent again, obviously the amount of news at this meeting was a bit huge.

"Muyang, my time is running out, although I have nagged countless times about this sentence, but this time I didn't cheat, my physical condition is very bad, so bad that you can't imagine, the three-character sword will never be held in my hand again, but this does not mean that this grievance is over, someone has to stand up, that white-eyed wolf can't, but this young man can, although immature, although not strong enough, but this blood and fear, can always sharpen this sharp blade to make it invulnerable. As he spoke, he drank all that was left of the bottle, ignoring the pain in his lower back.

Zhang Muyang didn't seem to have heard such a serious voice in Guo Ye's muzzle for many years, he seemed to have compromised, took a deep breath and said: "There are only a few of us left in the last era, Guo Yegun, I really don't want to watch you jump down, but you still jumped down, what trouble is there this time, let's say, this is the last time." ”

"Help me check a number, Beijing woman, Ma Wenrou. Guo Yegun said very directly, as if he had expected Zhang Muyang to let go.

Zhang Muyang seemed to think of something after hearing the name Ma Wenrou, and his face showed a little doubt, but in the end he didn't ask anything, and then said, "Give me a little time." ”

Guo Yegun nodded, perhaps because of the emotion just now, there were so many more words in his heart that he wanted to say, but it seemed that something was in the way, he just muttered: "Where is the road for the remnants of our times?"

"Without a road, you can't die. Zhang Muyang said, this is his understanding over the years.

Guo Yegun smiled, extremely self-deprecating, he was sloppy at the moment, who would have thought that once upon a time he was the most powerful figure in the capital, no one would have thought of it, and no one would remember the era in which he was dazzling, but this is not the most hurtful, the most hurtful, is that even that city has forgotten them.

"Old friend, I may never see you again, but if you see someone with a drunken hand again in the capital, I hope you will give me a face, and let it go if you can. Guo Yegun said that he had never owed anyone a favor in his life, so in the end, he wanted to experience what it was like to owe someone a favor.

"Is this a favor?"

"Count, it doesn't count, it depends on how you comprehend. ”

"I see, the drunken third hand is still there, and you are not dead as an alcoholic. Zhang Muyang said, and then hung up the phone like this, although he has known the man on the other side of the phone for nearly thirty years, although he has determined that he will never see that man again, but I don't know why, he doesn't have any reluctance in his heart, maybe he just doesn't want to see that man again, and then look back at the era that they have forgotten.

In an era forged by iron and blood, the only thing left in the end is to forget, which is not an irony, a deep irony.

On a corner of Xicheng Financial Street, the drunk man put down his empty wine glass and looked up at the sky, it was a scene he was extremely familiar with, an angle he was extremely familiar with, it seemed that he always looked up like this, even if he was extremely poor and could not see the end in his life.

This is his regret and his glory, the former is given to him by this era, and the latter is given to himself by him, so a self-deprecating smile will appear on his face.

"The times will not fail you, let alone forget you. ”

It was a pouring night, and a young girl stood at a high height, and then said to all the big lords in the whole capital, and her voice was high, resounding throughout the sky.

Once he was so convinced, once he believed in everything, what existed or what did not exist, once he was strong, once he was scarred, he smiled bitterly, only bitterly.

A text message was sent at this time, which interrupted his deep thoughts by the way, he took out the number of the phone and looked at the text message, silently wrote it down, and then deleted it.

He walked towards the crowd, leaving his back and empty bottles.

"Young man, are you ready to bear all these grievances?" he muttered, it was only a voice he could hear, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was not so pathetic, and the most pathetic thing was the young man who took on all this inexplicably, because that young man did not seem to have the right to choose all this.

Another one, but not the last.