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Chu Feng really didn't expect to see Xin Nangui in Luoyang City, he was also a little happy for a while, apologized to the shopkeeper, borrowed the kitchen that was already cold, and made a few home-cooked side dishes with some of the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, and then served them upstairs and went to Xin Nangui's room. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xin Nangui moved his chopsticks, and immediately showed a very nostalgic look, and exclaimed: "Since Brother Xi Wu left, I have never eaten such a delicious thing." ”

Chu Feng smiled, but said, "Why did you come to Luoyang alone?"

In Chu Feng's impression, even if he doesn't count Feng Yinli, Xin Nangui is inseparable from Lin Hui and Chen Dongnan, how could he act alone.

"I'm coming back to worship my ancestors. Xin Nangui smiled and said, "I've never told Brother Xi Wu, I'm actually from Luoyang, and now that Qingming is coming, I still have to come back to visit my parents' cemetery." I came back late today, and I had nowhere to go, so I looked for a hostel here and went overnight, but I never thought about it, but I met Brother Xi Wu. ”

Chu Feng smiled, this is the outer city of Luoyang, and this hostel is also the most obvious hostel in the outer city of Luoyang, and the scale is not small, so it is not a small coincidence that Xin Nan returned here to stay and meet him.

It's just that Chu Feng really didn't expect that Xin Nangui would be from Luoyang.

"Speaking of which, Brother Xi Wu never seems to ask about our past. Xin Nangui smiled slightly.

Chu Feng couldn't help but smile, he was hiding his past when he was in Fengming Villa, how could he be embarrassed to ask others about his past?

What's more, he wasn't such a curious person in the first place, and as he grew older, he knew that everyone might have a past that he didn't want to mention, so as long as others didn't say it, he wouldn't ask

Xin Nangui took a bite of food, chewed it slowly, and then said: "In fact, in the summer of ten years ago, the torrential rain poured, and the Luoshui flooded and burst the embankment, flooding countless fertile fields. At that time, I came to Luoyang with my father and mother in the refugee group, and begged for a living under the city wall of Luoyang, gnawed all the grass roots and bark, and relied on a little gruel donated by the big men in the city to barely survive.

I often see my mother eating secretly, and it didn't take long for my mother to die first, I remember that my mother's body was dry and the skin of her limbs was dry, but her belly was bulging. I'm not sad at all, because I think my father and I are hungry, but you have to eat so much, you deserve to die, I really resented my mother at that time, more than anyone resented. ”

Chu Feng listened silently, he didn't know why Xin Nangui said these things, but since Xin Nangui was talking, he had to listen carefully and listen carefully, this was probably also a kind of trust in him, a kind of confiding, so as to alleviate the pain in his heart.

Xin Nangui said, paused, seemed to be caught in the reminiscence of the past, and then muttered for a long time before continuing: "After my mother left, the amount of gruel I had decreased significantly, and I began to be so hungry that I stuffed soil into my mouth, just to drive away that unbearable hunger. I began to resent my father, I resented my father, why when my mother was alive, I could eat gruel to my heart's content, but now, I have to eat soil. I remember when my dad heard me say that, his eyes were red like rabbits. The next day, he went to the helper team recruited by the old man in the city, helped the old man go to the mountains to mine stones, and brought back a white steamed bun for me in the evening. Dad said he had eaten it, so I ate the steamed bun with the bloody handprint. On the third day, my father never came back, and my uncle told me that my father was suddenly ...... by a stone that fell suddenly. smashed into the three white-flour steamed buns I received in my hand, and let me thank the eldest master for his gift. At that time, I was actually not sad at all, because such an unworthy father couldn't even let me eat a full meal, so what could I be sad about. ”

Chu Feng took a deep breath, his speed was extremely gentle, and he didn't make any sound.

Xin Nangui was silent for a long time, and finally followed: "After my father died, I squeezed into the line to receive gruel to receive porridge, only to know that a seven or eight-year-old child could only receive one mouthful of gruel. At that time, looking at the gruel in the bowl so clear that I could see the bottom of the bowl, I realized what I had done myself. My parents couldn't give me the best, because they were just ordinary peasants who couldn't read a few words. But they gave me all they had. ”

Chu Feng bit his lower lip, he finally understood a little, why when he went up the mountain, the fierceness between Xin Nangui's eyebrows, where did that sorrow come from, and what was the knot in Xin Nangui's heart that Chen Han and Sun Miao talked about back then.

This is really not a very pleasant story, this is a story that makes Chu Feng feel very depressing, and what is even more depressing is that it is not a story, it is a fact that once happened here.

"From that time on, I swore that whoever was good to me, I must cherish, even if it was just a little bit good to me, I would do my best to repay, even if I thought others were bad to me, I should no longer resent, but to experience the possible kindness, is it that I have not experienced, is it that I am too selfish so I have a misunderstanding. I'm afraid that I'm really going to make that irreparable mistake again, and let those who are good to me hurt me, I'm really afraid. ”

Xin Nangui said, his right hand suddenly shook, the chopsticks and the plate collided with each other, "dang", the porcelain plate containing the dish knocked out countless small cracks, but he didn't realize it, and still said to himself: "But I didn't seem to be able to survive that summer, soon I began to have a fever, and then bleeding, everyone thought that I couldn't survive, and I myself thought that I probably couldn't survive, I could at least go to another world to admit my mistake to my father and mother, if the master didn't appear, I probably really died." ”

Xin Nangui said this, and was silent for a long time, before he said: "The master is really a good person, he can't bear to see this tragic scene when he travels here, he scattered all his belongings, and personally visited many big masters, and even knelt in front of other people's homes, begging the big masters to come up with more food, in exchange for work, and knelt in front of the palace of King Yu who managed this land for three days and three nights, asking Prince Yu to open a warehouse to release grain, relief refugees, he is willing to violate the principle of monks, for Prince Yu to offer a pill, prolong life. Thanks to the master's efforts, the refugees finally saw the light of day, even though we had lost half of our population by this time. ”

"I was saved by the master with a medicinal stone, and I heard an accompanying official say that it was a waste of time to save people like me, but the master said that every life was average in his eyes. Later, because of this sentence, Prince Yu became angry and forced the master to kneel in front of King Yu's mansion for a whole night. Xin Nangui smiled bitterly, "From that time on, I have decided that the master is the person I want to use for the rest of my life and repay with my life, as long as it is for the master, I am willing to do anything!"

Xin Nangui's voice trembled slightly, and his tone became a little high-pitched in an instant, as if his emotions had reached the point where it was difficult to suppress and he couldn't calm down.

Chu Feng understands this kind of emotion, because in his heart, why not have such a feeling, he is used to being bullied, so he will cherish those who are good to him, and he is willing to pay a lot for them, even all of himself.

After saying this, Xin Nangui did not speak again, but took out a jar of wine and a wine cup from his mustard seed sac. Xin Nangui grinned at Chu Feng before saying, "Brother Xi Wu, you don't drink, so I'll drink it myself." ”

Chu Feng nodded and did not say anything to dissuade him.

Some people drink alcohol just because they think it is delicious, such as being drunk and not returning, some people drink just to try, such as Chu Feng, and some people drink alcohol to dispel their sorrows, such as Xin Nangui.

Chu Feng didn't know what it was like to be drunk, but he felt that being drunk might make people forget their momentary sorrows and make people relaxed and comfortable, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people indulging in the pleasure brought by alcohol.

But drunkenness, but after all, can not change anything, after waking up, those sorrows, are still there, not alleviated at all, there is no change, otherwise, why would some people say that they are more worried about using alcohol to eliminate sorrows?

Otherwise, all worries can be dispelled with a glass of spirits, and what is there to worry about?

Chu Feng thought so himself, but he would not stop others, because everyone had the ability to decide their own actions.

Although Xin Nangui is still a teenager, he is sixteen or seventeen years old after all.

However, after all, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and some young people are precocious, but they may not really be able to withstand some blows.

So at this time, it is not a bad choice to give everything to the wine, and after getting drunk, you will not feel such a crushing pressure.

Xin Nangui cup after cup, altar after altar, never saying a word again, just constantly pouring wine into his belly like white water.

The monk can not get drunk, as long as he is lucky and hangover, even if he drinks a river of spirits, there will be no change in the slightest.

But Xin Nangui only wanted to get drunk, so he soon had a red face, his eyes were foggy, and his mouth began to mumble muttered muttered indistinct words, obviously his mind was already a little confused.

"Smack-" Xin Nangui finally couldn't hold the wine jar in his hand, and the wine jar fell to the ground at once, and the fragments and wine were spilled all over the ground, and then Xin Nangui also fell off the stool, and then sat on the ground and laughed, fortunately, Xin Nangui had already arranged a soundproof barrier, otherwise it would have alarmed the people of the entire hostel.

Chu Feng couldn't sit idly by any longer, got up and helped Xin Nangui up, and then walked towards the bed with Xin Nangui in his arms.

It took a lot of effort for Chu Feng to help Xin Nangui, who was drunk into a puddle of mud, to lie down on the bed, cover the quilt for Xin Nangui, and clean up the debris in the room before silently preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a cry came from behind, making Chu Feng stunned.

"The master is dead, and I killed him...... I killed him......"

A word to readers:

This month, one more every day, I'm really sorry, because I have to go through the entry at the beginning of this month, and I will start training a lot of messy things, and I will officially start working next month, so in the future, I can still maintain two more per day, and I can't guarantee it, but at least I guarantee one shift a day, thank you for your support~

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