Tonight's Western Capital looks empty because there is no night market, some people are packing their bags, and some people are tossing and turning.

The remote road, the restaurant facing the sky, only one lamp is still on, and the special taste of roast mutton wafts into the clouds, like a determined tune, comforting this night with no future.

The prodigal son of Saibei, tired of seeing the wind and grass, threw down the horsewhip in his hand and entered the customs, but he didn't expect that after entering the customs, he still had to contact with cattle and sheep every day.

"Lamb skewers~~!"

There are no pedestrians on the street, and the shouting is just because of boredom.

He knew there would be no guests tonight.

But he still set up his stalls, arranging everything as before, as if deliberately, deliberately denying everything that happened in the city during the day.

He had lived in the Western Capital for many years, more than he had spent in his hometown.

The wind and the grass, he didn't want to look at it anymore, but the stone street in front of him and under his feet made him feel kind.

He didn't want to leave again.

"Abba Grandma told you to close the stall and go home! Tomorrow we will go out of the city~"

The immature voice of the boy contrasted sharply with the man's rough shouting, and a child ran out of the back of the shop, his body less noble than the man's waist.

"Bao, Abba wait a little longer, maybe there will be a deal coming to the door, you go back to your grandma, I will stay for another hour at most." ”

The man's face is very rough, and it is an extravagant hope for a person who has been smoked all year round to have a good skin.

It's just that his pair of eyes are as bright as stars, and neighbors often joke that Bao's mother will marry this rough man because she was hooked by these eyes.

"Oh. ”

The boy didn't say anything more, and seeing that he was in awe of his father, he turned back and retreated to the back of the shop.

"Lamb skewers!"

There were no pedestrians on the street, and the man's voice seemed very empty, like smoke rising from an oven, lonely into the deep night sky of the Western Capital.

"The desert is lonely. ”

If a poet had witnessed this scene, perhaps he would have chanted this line of poetry, right?

Someone did chant this poem and appeared on the street corner, it was a man in a blue robe, with his hair combed in a very retro style, as if he was a scholar who had come out of an ancient book.

But the man knew that he was by no means a scholar, at least, he would not have the leisure to recite poetry elegantly.

"You're here. ”

The man's standing was always facing the street, and he was concentrating on roasting the meat, and he didn't even lift his head to the customer in front of him, who might be the only customer who would patronize his business tonight, as if there was some truth in the skewers.

"What, you're not welcome?"

The man in the green shirt was still at the corner of the street one moment, and the next moment he was already in front of the man's storefront, his face was very young, he looked no more than in his early twenties, and he was really not bad at all to describe him as a 'cream boy'.

"I remember you don't eat meat, especially lamb. ”

The man was still fiddling with the meat skewers in his hands, and he said casually.

"There are always exceptions. ”

The man in the green shirt smiled and took out a red skin from his arms and put it on the desk, he didn't ask the price, he didn't say how many strings he wanted, and he didn't mention his taste preferences.

The man accepted the money and handed the meat skewer in his hand, which he had been roasting for an unknown amount of time, to the man in the green shirt, and he only sprinkled some cumin on the meat skewer.

Five strings of mutton, 100 yuan, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the man in green shirt has been pitted.

However, the man who took the skewer did not show even the slightest dissatisfaction, he still smiled and took a bite of the hot meat.

"Yes, your craft has improved a lot over the years. ”

He commented, pausing slightly, and he added,

"It's a pity that after tonight, you're leaving. ”

The man in the green shirt said very cluelessly, or rather, what he said and what he meant were only understood by the man.

The man's body shook slightly, and for the first time, he raised his head and looked away from the newly added meat skewers on the grill.

He stared straight into the eyes of the man in the green shirt, and stared at him without retreating.

"yes. ”

He uttered these two words, without asking why the man in the green shirt knew about his imminent departure.

The two looked at each other and ended with the man in the green shirt taking the lead in looking away, the man in the green shirt turned around and looked around the empty street, and after a long time, a sigh came out of his mouth:

"I want to go too. ”

He was indeed not a man of poetry, so his sighs sounded pale and meaningless.

"The legs are on you, and you want to walk all over the place. ”

The man said, he looked at the back of the man in the green shirt, just like the man in the green shirt appeared in front of his shop before, and he looked at the meat skewers in his hand.

"There are some things that can't be avoided, I can't go away, and if you don't move faster, you can't go away. ”

The man in the green shirt turned around, and he pointed to the meat skewers that were being grilled in the man's hand and said,

"Can you give me a few more skewers? I'm afraid I won't have a chance to eat them again. ”

Very unlucky, it sounded like it was hinting at something, the man didn't look at the meat skewers in his hand again, at this moment, his eyes were full of solemnity, even solemnity.

A chill spread from his body, and the charcoal fire in the oven visibly dimmed to the naked eye.

"How?"

This was the first time he had asked a question, but there was not the slightest hint of wanting to hear the answer in his tone, inexplicably, this sentence was reminiscent of the "how?" often said by the provocateur before the gang fight.

"Zhou Xinyan, all heaven refining demons. ”

The man in the green shirt uttered these two words.

"Sa-"

The wind was blowing, and the chill was pouring through the heavy clothes.

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The night passed quickly, and the light of dawn illuminated the river.

Mo Xie danced his sword by the river all night, and when the world returned to light, as if it had been rehearsed in advance, he threw the reed in his hand into the river.

The reed went with the river, and it was Mo Xie's hesitation that became a thing of the past with this reed.

Blown by the morning breeze, he jumped into the river to wash away his sweat.

The white cloth will become clean after washing, and the person will look refreshed after bathing.

He will embark on a bloody road, and this may be the last time he will have time to take a good bath.

He washed very carefully, as if he was performing some kind of ritual, trying to purify his mind by washing his body.

He didn't see the slightest bulge on the river upstream, it was a flat boat, an old man, and an eye looking around with inexplicable emotion.