It was a dilapidated house, with broken tiles and cracked walls, all of which told the story of how long it had endured. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's such an old house, ordinary and ordinary, maybe you can only take a look at it inadvertently when you pass by, and you are even reluctant to give it a look.

Because it's really too shabby.

It is so dilapidated that everyone believes that it is an abandoned empty house, but there is a person living here.

The man was strange, so strange that no one knew him, so strange that he had no friends, and what was even more strange was that many people had met him on the street at some point, but they couldn't remember what he looked like after a search of their stomachs.

I just remember that it was a strange man who carried firewood all year round.

He didn't have a name, so most people called him Old Man Zhang.

Old man Zhang has always lived alone, but today there are two guests.

The two guests were also unique, a man and a woman, the woman was mute and the man was seriously injured.

It's Qingniu and Xiang Niang.

The green cow was lying on the bed made of broken wooden planks, badly injured, and had been in a coma since he came. Xiang Niang stayed quietly by the bed, saying that she was quiet, and the anxious look on her face exposed all her emotions.

She was anxious, anxious about Qingniu's injury, and wanted to ask him if it was painful, bitter or not, but Qingniu always couldn't open his eyes, if it weren't for the disordered breath between his noses, the whole person seemed to be sleeping quietly.

So she was waiting, her eyes not wanting to blink.

It's just that this kind of waiting is extremely long, so long that every minute and second seems to be like a year, constantly wearing down Xiang Niang's patience.

Old man Zhang sat next to the old table, the table was empty and there were no utensils, the only thing that was put was a cracked wine gourd, the wine gourd was naturally full of wine, and the wine kept drilling out of the small cracks, slowly oozing, slowly gathering, slowly turning into a small drop of wine, and then sliding down the polished body of the gourd.

Old man Zhang stared at the crack and waited quietly, counting the beads of wine that slipped down with "one drop, two drops" in his mouth, probably impatient, or maybe he was hungry for the wine in the wine gourd, and hurriedly picked up the gourd, opened the stopper, and there was a smell of wine rushing to his nose.

This wine has a strong aroma and a very pungent taste, which is considered to be a strong spirit, and it is particularly strong.

But the old man Zhang smelled the smell of wine, as if he had smelled some aroma, and he came close and sniffed it vigorously, and suddenly grinned, smiling brightly, smiling like a child who got some strange things.

Impatient, this sip of wine gurgled down. The wine was drunk in a hurry, and when he put down the wine gourd, the heat slowly passed from the throat, from the esophagus, to the stomach, and it burned badly after a while, and he felt that his whole body was hot, and the unstoppable heat rose and surged up his cheeks, adding some color to the wrinkled face of the old man.

"Good wine." He closed his eyes and smashed his mouth, shouted violently, and opened his eyes instantly, his cloudy eyes became more and more hazy, and he looked a little drunk, but looking at the spirit of the whole person, he was much more vigorous.

This shout startled Xiang Niang, and she turned her head to look at Old Man Zhang.

What caught his eye was a very sloppy little old man, calling him small, because he was neither tall nor strong, but he looked like an ordinary old man. He was called sloppy because he was unkempt, with unkempt hair, a scruffy beard, and wore tattered clothes full of holes and no patches.

Where can this be called a master, how do you look at it, it's still an ordinary old man.

Shouldn't the masters all be wearing green robes, wearing long swords at their waists, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and heroic?

For a moment, Xiang Niang was very suspicious, but she had to believe her eyes.

Xiang Niang looked at Old Man Zhang, Old Man Zhang suddenly turned his head and looked at her, two of you, look at me, I look at you.

Then you look at me, I look at you.

This little girl is quite special. Thinking so, Old Man Zhang grinned at her, showed a mouthful of old yellow teeth, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?" ”

"I know, you're thinking that this old man is so strange, he doesn't look like a master, does he?"

Xiang Niang listened and nodded.

Old man Zhang smiled again: "Actually, I am just an ordinary old man, with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary figure, and a more ordinary life, I know it from where I live." After a moment's notice, he continued, "I think you're very unusual." ”

Xiang Niang frowned and asked.

Old man Zhang said: "After living for such an age, I can't count the number of people I've seen, but it's the first time I've seen a little girl like you." My husband is seriously injured, and if others are either crying or making trouble, but you are very calm, this is very unusual. And," he paused, and said, "And I don't know how to be polite, obviously I am your savior, and I don't even have a word of thanks." If you had known that you would not have done such good intentions, you would have been left to fend for yourself. ”

Xiang Niang blushed, only to remember that her attention fell on her husband, but she forgot to thank others, and got up and owed a debt.

Old man Zhang waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, don't talk to me to help you just because of your thanks." As he spoke, he picked up the wine gourd and took another sip of the sweet wine.

Xiang Niang seemed to think of something, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly rushed forward and knelt in front of Old Man Zhang, this move came inexplicably, scared him, the wine in his hand was not held steady, sprinkled a lot, the wrinkles on his face were a little deeper, and he sighed, "My wine." She asked Xiang Niang, "Girl, what is this for?" ”

Xiang Niang was speechless, just staring at him pleadingly.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and it seems that the window of Xiang Niang is particularly large, and the bright autumn water is clear and clear.

At this time, the clarity has already rippled, and the clarity is also mixed with strange emotions.

No matter how confused Old Man Zhang is, he knows what she wants to do at this moment, not to mention that he is not confused.

"You want me to save your husband, right?"

Xiang Niang nodded.

Old man Zhang suddenly sighed: "Hey, it's not that I don't want to help to the end, it's that I can't do anything." This poison is very strange and intense, I'm afraid. He didn't finish it, but he didn't have to finish it, and the follow-up words, not to say, but they were all clear.

Xiang Niang is a mute, but her mind is more dexterous than ordinary people, why can't she hear what it means?

Suddenly his body was paralyzed, and the tears that were originally rolling in his eyes could no longer be controlled and flowed down.

No choking, no crying, silent and breathless.

But it is stronger than the sound and the breath.

Old man Zhang couldn't bear to say: "I can suppress the toxicity with internal force, but it is only temporary, only three days at most." During these three days, we will seek to find a solution. In fact, this poison is not incurable, it depends on what you have done? It is necessary to know that the bell is still the bell tie. Do you understand what I'm saying? ”

Xiang Niang was confused, and she seemed to understand whether she understood or not, and finally understood completely.

What bell to solve? It's detoxification.

Who tied the bell? Third.

He asked me to go to the third child for an antidote.

Xiang Niang smiled bitterly, this time there was no hesitation.

Old man Zhang asked, "Do you know what the danger is here?" Are you really up to it? ”

Xiang Niang nodded, nodding heavily.

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