The 'Lukfook Tea House' was closed for months.

Although the door is closed, Wang Xiaoer often goes to the teahouse to wipe the table, clean the tea arms, and sweep the floor, which is a habit.

Wang Xiaoer is fifty-three this year, with gray hair hidden in his temples, three deep wrinkles on his forehead, and his old cyan robe has been washed white, and there are patches in several places, but he is very satisfied with his current life; he can eat well, have a place to live, have a small teahouse of his own, and a woman who can warm his bed, Wang Xiaoer feels that God is not thin on him.

Wang Xiaoer is an orphan, since he was sensible, he has been begging for a living, when he was thirteen years old, it snowed a lot in the winter, and the wind was very strong, and the cold energy made him feel that the world was so cold; he didn't get anything for two days, he was weak, he fainted in a daze and hunger, he thought he was going to die, but when he woke up, he found himself lying on a comfortable bed, and saw a kind face.

Later, he learned that the person who rescued him was called Wang Laoshi, and opened a 'Luofu Teahouse'.

Wang Laoshi is a single old man, no children and no daughters, leaving Wang Xiaoer to be a helper in the 'Lukfook Teahouse' and become half a son.

The name Wang Xiaoer was given by the tea customers in the store, he didn't have a name, the tea customers didn't know how to call, they came and went, everyone called him Wang Xiaoer, and over time, he was called Wang Xiaoer.

Wang Xiaoer thought that an honest and kind-hearted person like Wang Laoshi would definitely be rewarded, but when he was seventeen years old, a lame middle-aged man ended Wang Laoshi's life with a big knife.

That was the first time Wang Xiaoer saw the killing, the bright red blood was so eye-catching, his heart was beating fast, thumping as if it was about to jump out of his chest, he desperately rushed towards the middle-aged man, wanting to avenge Wang Honestly.

The middle-aged man with broken feet is a Jianghu man, with martial arts skills, Wang Xiaoer was punched in the nose before he got close to him, and his nose has been crooked since then.

The lame middle-aged man broke the bone of Wang Xiaoer's left foot with the back of a knife, so he also became a lame man.

Later, Wang Xiaoer knew that the lame man was called Jiang Beih, and he had a grudge against Wang Laoshi, and then the lame Jiang Beihate was killed, and it was a young man named Tang Jingxiong from the Tang family who killed him.

Wang Xiaoer has always been grateful to that young man.

When he was young, he thought that the rivers and lakes were used for fishing, but he did not know what kind of existence the rivers and lakes were; later someone told him that when the group of fishermen went ashore and could not find anything to eat, they burned and looted everywhere, and slowly formed a world that did not pay attention to rules, and that world was called Jianghu.

Wang Xiaoer has always disagreed with this answer, he knows that the Tang family is a family of rivers and lakes, and the people of the Tang family are people in the rivers and lakes, but the people of the Tang family all talk about the rules and take care of him very well.

March 28 was a very ordinary day, Wang Xiaoer thought that he would spend this day in peace and tranquility as usual; there was only one guest in the teahouse, sitting by the window, not a regular customer, but Wang Xiaoer recognized it, because that guest was the young master Xia Hou of the City Lord's Mansion, and he seemed to be waiting for someone.

In fact, Wang Xiaoer knew that Young Master Xia Hou was waiting for a middle-aged man, because that middle-aged man he knew, he was the spear general of Liancheng Mansion.

When Wang Xiaoer saw a feminine and handsome young man walking into the teahouse with a long sword, Wang Xiaoer felt that this day would not be peaceful.

As if to fulfill his feelings, not long after, a middle-aged man like an iron tower came into the teahouse, and then a man in a green shirt with a pair of short guns, as well as a man with a knife and an iron rod。。。。。。

The hall quickly filled up.

No one paid attention to him when Wang Xiaoer left, maybe someone saw it, but they didn't care.

Wang Xiaoer went to Tang's house and told the Tang family about the situation in the shop, and then he saw many Tang family members rushing into their teahouse with swords.

The tables and chairs in the teahouse were all broken, and there was blood everywhere inside, and the smell of blood made him feel like he was in the slaughterhouse, and he didn't know if those old customers would come to the teahouse to drink tea in the future.

The people of the Tang family paid him a lot of silver taels, Wang Xiaoer actually didn't want it, he had some savings, he had no children or daughters, as long as he didn't spend money indiscriminately, these savings were enough for him to live with the dumb mother-in-law for this life, but in the end, he couldn't resist the people of the Tang family, so he accepted the silver taels. I thought that nothing would happen again on this day, but things often came unexpectedly.

The evening of March 28 was very dull, the chest seemed to be a little breathless, the sky was dancing with silver snakes, thunder was bursting, it rained for half a day in the morning, and finally stopped, looking at the weather, there will be a greater storm to come.

Wang Xiaoer was cleaning up in the store, and suddenly there was a sharp and piercing howl, tearing the dullness around him, and the sound made people think of death and killing.

Wang Xiaoer ran to the window and looked out, only to find that a man in a white shirt on the opposite side was fighting in and out of the army of Liancheng Mansion, so he was not majestic.

Wang Xiaoer recognized that the man was Tang Xingjun, the fourth young master of the Tang family.

The blood flowed all over the ground, I don't know whose it was, the air was very pungent, so that Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but think of the blood he saw when he was seventeen years old, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.

After the killing shouts passed, when Wang Xiaoer was worried about the fourth young master of the Tang family, he heard someone shouting again: "It's on fire, the Tang family is on fire." ”

Wang Xiaoer didn't think about it, hurriedly ran towards the Tang family with a bucket of water, and took a look outside the Shangfu, but saw that the Zhu Gate was closed, and a burst of killing shouts, miserable howls, shouts, and the sound of sword collisions mixed with Ding Ding Dangdang came from the Tang Mansion, Wang Xiaoer understood that the Tang family's fire could not be saved by himself.

Wang Xiaoer did not leave, hiding in a dark corner in the distance, looking at the Tang family, praying silently in his heart, praying that the Tang family would be safe.

It was dark, and there were no five fingers in the dark, but the Tang family's killing shouts continued, the candlelight lit up half of the sky, and the air seemed to smell blood, accompanied by some scorching smell, which made people feel panicked, and that damn God always thundered and lightning, but it didn't rain.

Around the Tang family, there were many people, some of them were like Wang Xiaoer, and there were wooden barrels and tubs around them, they knew what happened to the Tang family, but they were more afraid of losing their lives.

Some people came out and jumped out of the walls of the Tang Mansion one after another, all dressed in black clothes, black pants and black scarves, and their faces were invisible.

"These god-damn guys, why didn't God send down thunder to kill them. ”

Wang Xiaoer kept cursing in his heart, but he knew in his heart that the Tang family was finished.

In the days that followed, Wang Xiaoer closed the store.

The weather in July is getting hotter and hotter, baking the earth like a furnace, and it should be hot, and I am afraid that it will be even hotter in another month, because the weather in Liancheng is so weird, and the hottest time is often August and September.

Wang Xiaoer carefully wiped the tables and chairs, these new tables and chairs made him a little unaccustomed, maybe it was not the problem of the tables and chairs, at this time in the past, many men in the Tang family would come here to drink morning tea.

Thinking of those men, Wang Xiaoer was sad again, and those living lives seemed to appear in front of him again.

"Tap, tap, tap。。。。。。 ”

The sound of horses' hooves came from the corner of the street, and when Wang Xiaoer walked out of the store, he saw a carriage galloping towards him, pulling the cart with four snow-white horses, which looked like a rare good horse.

The carriage stopped outside the Tang Mansion, and soon an eleven or twelve-year-old boy jumped from the carriage, who turned out to be the young master of the Tang family.

Wang Xiaoer looked around, and saw that not many people were paying attention, so he immediately ran over, pulled Tang Bai and ran to the corner, and whispered softly: "Young Master Tang, what are you doing here!

Tang Bai ran all the way from Xiangcheng, looking for each other all the way, he didn't find the wrong way, he didn't stop much, he just wanted to go home quickly, so as not to worry about his mother, who had been missing for many days, he didn't know what Murong Xiuxiu would be in a hurry;

"Mr. Wang, what's the matter?"

Tang Bai broke free of Wang Xiaoer's pull, stopped, and looked at the old man in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"You don't know yet, the Tang family is gone. ”

Wang Xiaoer didn't understand that such a big thing had happened in the Tang family, and this little young master didn't even know about it.

"What did you say?"

Tang Bai screamed, and then without waiting for Wang Xiaoer to answer, his body moved, and he rushed towards the Tang family.

Tang Bai was stunned, the original contiguous buildings turned into ruins, debris, collapsed, silent, there was no one in the entire Tang family, gloomy, and there seemed to be a burning smell of burning in the air.

Tang Bai's mind was blank, his whole body was weak, the power in his body seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant, he was like a drowning person, feeling dazed and helpless, and his heart ached.

"Tang Bai!"

Yan Feifei jumped down from the carriage and followed behind Tang Bai, seeing the Tang family like this, she didn't feel anything in her heart, but Tang Bai's appearance at this time couldn't help worrying, but she didn't know how to comfort her, so she had to call softly.

Tang Bai shuddered, sobered up, his face was pale, and he rushed towards the outside of the Tang Mansion, and after seeing Wang Xiaoer, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Wang, tell me, how are my parents?"

Wang Xiaoer sighed lightly, and said a little unbearably: "Dead, the corpse I helped collect was buried in Feitianya in Cuiyun Mountain, and the earth master said that the feng shui there is very good, you should go and worship when the time comes!"

Tang Bai's mind was like a thunderbolt exploding, making him dazed and at a loss, his mind was full of Murong Xiuxiu's figure, no one in his two lives together had been so sincere to him; now that the woman was dead, he could never see each other again, he could no longer hear her voice, his heart seemed to have been cut by a thousand knives, he was so painful that he couldn't call, he couldn't help himself; it was as if an invisible awl was piercing his heart; this kind of pain was not a physical injury, but a kind of pain from the soul. He finally understood why Ye Lang would harm himself, it was because Ye Lang wanted to numb his soul with physical pain.

"Poof"

Tang Bai spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaky.

Wang Xiaoer saw that Tang Bai seemed to be stupid, and said: "Little young master, you leave here first to calm down, the Tang family is now left with you, the only seedling, you have to take good care of your body, continue the bloodline for the Tang family, don't be impulsive and rash." He really cared about Tang Bai, he had always been grateful to the Tang family for taking care of him before, he couldn't help the Tang family, but as an elder, he still couldn't help but persuade.

And at this moment, there was a sword light, stabbing straight towards Tang Bai.

(Note: I am particularly inspired when I write Wang Xiaoer, I always feel that the most ordinary people write more realistically; in life, I have never met a vigorous hero, so it is difficult to create the charm of heroes; I have met the most ordinary people, they repeat every day day year after year, in the ordinary life for firewood, rice, oil and salt, their personalities are distinct, for small profits may be calculated, but in the righteousness but without hesitation, they have no great ideals, but they live every day steadily, but their wonderful is destined to be short-lived, even in my own novels, the only thing I can do is to write Wang Xiaoer well, so that the reader feels that he is a real person, willing to be ordinary, but without losing conscience and justice. ）

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