The sound of the dingdong jade gradually fell and fell, until it was silent and stopped. Outside the curtain www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" pavilion, the rain is murmuring, and the sound of horses' hooves can be heard clearly. In the teahouse, a faint Suhe incense was burned in the three-legged copper stove on the incense table, and the cigarette smoke was rising. Among the sparsely seated crowds, there are princes and grandsons in brocade clothes and jade belts, palace concubines and beauties with bright eyes and smiling teeth, and down-and-out young men in ragged clothes, either tilting their heads, or hanging their heads, or stretching their necks to look inside the screen......

Ye Du sat in an inconspicuous corner, generally speaking, he doesn't like to be eye-catching, he doesn't like to be too high-profile, because killers are usually dormant in the dark...... A thousand people, there are a thousand different voices, and some people's voices will be imprinted in the depths of the soul and will never be forgotten! This cappella has echoed a thousand times in Ye Dui's dreams, "Ah Li ......", Ye Dui, who was sitting on the edge of the corner of the teahouse, opened his lips and said a little dryly, the voice he made was very small, and the people around him would never hear it. Ye Du sat firmly on the chair, staring at the tea leaves in the teacup in his right hand, his brows furrowed, because beside Ah Li behind the screen, he could vaguely see a handsome boy with a purple and gold crown on his head and a blue silk robe!

Many times, you are thinking about someone, but when she is in the position where you turn around, you don't have the courage to see him! Perhaps, it's not that you don't have the courage, but because the two people live in two worlds and never intersect! Ye Du raised his head, looked at Ah Li, who was still caressing himself behind the screen, with a somewhat painful expression, took out a piece of ten taels of silver from his sleeve and put it on the table, and then got up and walked out of this teahouse......

The rain is still dripping, silently falling on the clothes of pedestrians, the fragrance of osmanthus in the air, on the long street, Ye Du is looking at the damp bluestone slab, walking step by step, the expression on his face is sluggish, and his mouth is muttering: "The twilight snow turns slightly cool, Guangling becomes a song and ......", I still remember that in the palace compound, in the snowy ice crystal world, Ah Li stroked the strings and sang this sad lyrics. At that time, Ye Duan was the killer of the Marquis of Tsing Yi, and outside the palace gate, he saw Ah Li, who was sad in the heavy snow, and after a glance of ten thousand years, the two saw each other as if they had endless words. Every month after that, Ye Du would go to the palace of Loulan Kingdom once, and every time Ah Li would sing her new lyrics and songs to Ye Dui one by one, imprinting her thoughts into Ye Dui's mind bit by bit......

Why did Ah Li come to the Blue Moon Country, why did she play music in this teahouse? She came here thousands of miles away, was it to find her whereabouts, how did she come here, and what was the relationship between the man around her and her? These questions have been thinking about Ye Dui over and over again in his mind, if there is a chance to do it again, he will definitely go forward to meet Ah Li, and take a look at the sad woman in his memory, but Ye Du is a person who will not look back, because he thinks that there is no turning back in life!

The rain gradually became heavier, and the sky darkened unconsciously, and it was already the time to hold the lights...... The autumn rain in the dusk is cold, bitter, lingering, and there is the sorrow of parting lingering...... The red lanterns hanging on both sides of the long street have been lit at some point, and the dim candlelight is swaying in the cold autumn wind. The cold rain dripped from the tips of his wet hair, and Ye Dui, who was hesitating on the long street, stopped moving forward, and slowly raised his head to look at the gloomy sky, for some reason, he suddenly felt very lonely and tired, and he thought: Where can he go, as if there is no place to go, what can he do, as if there is nothing to do...... Ye Duan smiled bitterly and lowered his head, looking at the long sword held tightly in his left hand, the crocodile skin scabbard on the sword body had fallen off a lot, and the whole sword looked old and mediocre! The sword, if it was not used to kill people, what else could it do? In the past, the purpose of practicing swords was to kill people, but now, there is no task, no killing, is this sword just a pile of scrap iron! It's like silver, if you don't use silver to buy things, then silver is just a pile of useless waste, and even the stones on the roadside wall can't compare! A killer, if he can't kill people, then is he just a wasted person? Ye Duan suddenly thought, it seems that he can't do anything but kill people, if a person can still be deceived and used by others, then, at least, he still has the value of deception and use! Now, there is no one who even chases and kills him, is he no longer worthless, Ye Duan suddenly wants to drink, he remembers that someone said, "Three cups lead to the avenue, one drunk relieves a thousand sorrows"......

Wine, there are white wine, rice wine, Huadiao wine, bamboo leaf green, burning knife, daughter red, pear blossom spring...... A swordsman must have wine, because a famous swordsman must be lonely! A prodigal son must have wine, because a wanderer must be lonely! A literati must have wine, because after drinking, only then can thoughts flow like springs and breathe through mountains and rivers!

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