The seventeenth day of the first month, night. [Full text reading.]

The lights of the Lantern Festival in the first two days seem to have exhausted the light of the next few days.

Therefore, on this day, the day was covered with clouds, and the north wind suddenly rose fiercely, and at night the sun was covered with thick clouds, and there were no stars and no moon, and the heavens and the earth were dark.

On such a bleak and bitter cold night, a hut in the far corner of the Guozijian looked even more shabby. The empty room was empty except a table, a chair, and a cabinet, and there was neither a floor heater nor a charcoal basin to keep out the cold, and the night was so cold that the wind invaded through the cracks in the windows and doors, and the room was as cold as an ice cellar.

Ordinary people can't live in such a house, but Yu Qi can think about it.

He didn't have much money to buy an oil lamp, so he had nothing to do. Before going to bed, I drank three jars of good wine, and fell asleep in the drunkenness that filled my mind. If there is no accident, he will sleep like this until dawn, get up to eat and drink, order a meal in the country, and if necessary, stay there for a while, and then come back to continue drinking and falling asleep.

He is a doctor of calligraphy in Guozijian, from the ninth grade, a real sesame big petty official, with no power or money in his hands, he can only be regarded as an idle. But the other doctors are literati at all, with their own moral cultivation, and their own world's peach and plum, but when they come to him, no one cares about him at all. The prisoner of Guozi would rather go to the assistant of the doctor of scholars to teach him than seek him out.

Even if there is, I want to be close to asking for words with myself.

He sent them all back.

After these few times, his reputation was completely spread and notorious.

He is also happy to be idle, and every day in addition to sleeping and practicing calligraphy, he is drinking and messing around. After Xu Heng left, he was even more lazy to write, except for drinking and sleeping. Chai Xing often came to see him when he was alive, and as soon as Chai Xing died, he was completely ignored.

Uncle Sun had not entered this courtyard for nearly a year, and it seemed that he had completely lost confidence in himself, and he was too lazy to try to teach himself anymore, intending to let himself give up on himself in this position of doctor of calligraphy.

Hehe, so he continued to give up on himself.

Except for the occasional word to make ends meet, I don't want to give anything.

Until......

Until he woke up.

The New Year was no different from a normal day for him, there was nothing to celebrate and nothing to be upset about. At the end of the month, he changed the food and drinks as soon as he received the money, and then he was drunk and drowsy day and night, except for Xu Hengchu who came over at seven o'clock before he got a little energetic, the rest of the time he was like a puddle of mud.

The seventeenth day of the lunar month was different, because on this day he drank all the day's food at noon, and threw the wine bottles and wine and food into the courtyard and became part of the dirt, and he lay down on the bed with his own clothes and slept until night. It was nearly midnight, and he was awake, quietly staring at the dark roof with his eyes open.

Today, someone who asks for words will come over at night, but he doesn't need to do anything, so he didn't get up, just waited quietly, silently counting the time that was approaching midnight.

When midnight came, the sound of drums came from the street outside, the sound was vague and distant, as if it were coming from the sky. Yu Qisi listened intently, and heard a voice coming from outside the door as the drum beat disappeared.

"Tun, Tun, Tun. ”

The sound of the three jars of wine on the ground, Yu Qisi was already very familiar, he closed his eyes, and tried to hold back the feeling of emptiness coming from the gluttonous worm in his stomach.

Moments later, the door to the room opened, and a figure entered, and the cold wind poured in. Yu Qisi tightened the quilt tightly, and said to the person who came in: "Three words for a pot of wine, you know, let's leave quickly that night; ”

The figure was dressed in a black bodysuit, and his whole body was hidden in the darkness so that it was impossible to distinguish his actions. Hearing the master's words, the man in black respectfully saluted the master who was lying on the bed without opening his eyes.

Then he turned and walked to the table, facing thousands of pieces of paper, leaning over and picking them up.

The first man in black quickly found the pieces of paper he was looking for, folded the nine pieces of paper and held them in his hand, saluted Yu Qisi before leaving, and closed the door as he left.

The first man was followed by the second man, and the man put down five jars of wine in the courtyard, and he asked for fifteen words. After the first person, the master of the next people in and out ignored it, one went out, and the other put down the wine jar to make a sound, and entered the door.

He bowed to the owner of the bed, and after finding the word he needed, he left.

Yu Qisi let the guests come and go, still immersed in the world of reverie, in order to prevent himself from going out to drink.

The visitors are in good order, going forward and following each other, going in and out, and at three o'clock in the middle of the night, the midnight visitors are nearing the end. Often one person goes out long before the next person comes in.

Without the occasional disturbance of the cold wind outside, Yu Qisi began to feel drowsy.

When he was about to fall asleep, he was awakened by the sound of three jars of wine.

Portal D opened, and the cold wind hit, waking Yu Qisi up completely. He opened his eyes in exasperation, lifted up, and glared at the last visitor.

"Yu Gongzi. The visitor closed the door, looked at the bed, did not salute the master, and glared at Yu Qisi, and the visitor maintained an attitude of not being humble or silent, "We have agreed. ”

The visitor also wore black tights, but he had no sense of concealing his identity: the material of the black tights was soft and thick, which could withstand the cold wind, the cut was close-fitting, apparently custom-made, and the wearer's long figure was unmistakable, and he stood with his head held high, not like a person who could wear such clothes.

At first glance, he is a person in a high position.

He turned his head to look at the four walls of the house, but he didn't see the people and things he was pretending for, and he was a little annoyed in his heart: "The ...... we agreed on"

"It's really a master who doesn't know the times......" Yu Qisi lay down again, too lazy to bother with him anymore.

The man was in the middle of his words when he suddenly felt a slight voice coming from behind him, and he wanted to turn his head to check, but a hand was already on his throat. The coldness of those hands, he could feel it even through his clothes: "Don't move." ”

His gaze shrank, not daring to make any more movements.

"You shouldn't have closed the door. Y Sensen's words came from behind, the reproach in his tone was obvious, the restrained black-clothed man was not angry in his heart, and the rebuttal words came to his mouth, but he was stopped by the fingers of his throat, and his cold hand pressed his throat tightly, "Don't speak." ”

As soon as his throat tightened, the sound of his heartbeat was instantly urgent, and his mind was dizzy, knowing that the fingers between his throats were released, he had a chance to panic.

"He will do it without hesitation!" The fear of death in his heart overrode everything and made him dare not make any more moves.

"Say, you've brought me a few spots. ”

(End of chapter)