It takes a long, long time for a name to merge into a world, and to disappear, all that is needed is just a moment.

Beijing, Qingdao.

The names Zhao Kuangran and Gong San'er are gradually forgotten, maybe someone mentions them a few years later, but no one remembers them, which is not the saddest thing.

Yi Yinghuo stared out of the window blankly, the window seemed to be frozen, holding hands, even though the whole world thought that the two brothers were dead, but there were always people who were willing to be enemies of the whole world for something.

There is still no burning sentiment of bankruptcy, and business is not good or bad.

"Are they really dead?" Flower Snake asked softly, and she didn't know how many times she had asked this question.

Mako shook her head, with a hint of firmness in her sorrow, which is also the reason why she is struggling to support her burning love.

In despair and helplessness, another month passed.

On Hutou Mountain, Zhao Kuangran was barely able to stand up, and he also appreciated the masterpiece left by the old man on him, which was not as miserable as Zhao Kuangran imagined, and even Zhao Kuangran had a unique full back that liked the old man's tattoos.

Sun Dasheng, who has always been lifelike, is just a little more angry and evil than the great sage on TV, dressed in battle armor, looking directly at the sky, roaring, always feeling that this unwilling ordinary monkey will be killed, this realism makes Zhao Kuang look frightened, and at the same time, there are more and more speculations about the old man, proficient in tattoos, proficient in chess, proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, it seems that there is no one that the old man does not understand.

It was still snowing outside the window, although the snow scenery was so beautiful, Zhao Kuangran didn't have much to appreciate, he just wanted to leave this place, although he was a little unkind, but he still had to do, had to do.

The old man also saw Zhao Kuangran's thoughts, but he didn't break it, just a few more dispensable words when playing chess with Zhao Kuangran.

Although Zhao Kuanglan is not a smart person, he is not a fool, he has played chess here for such a long time, how can he find a few tricks, and sometimes he can even play a trick with the old man to kill 800 enemies and lose 1,000 themselves.

It was another night that was no less than a thousand times calmer than the city, Zhao Kuangran always felt that he was affected by this unpretentious environment and his exaggerated heart, and even felt that he had to see a little bit more clearly on his shoulders, if he continued to live here, Zhao Kuangran believed that his mentality could be a realm in the end, as for what realm, Zhao Kuangran could not be elusive, life is a thing, it will always give people a hazy feeling, making people feel lost.

Today, the old man has a great addiction at all, and Zhao Kuangchao doesn't know how many games he played, Da Yue went to bed early, snoring loudly, but it was very unworthy of his size, Zhao Kuanglan and the old man played a game of dead chess by candlelight.

The old man poured himself a glass of nameless wine, and the aroma of wine filled the whole room at once, and the aroma of wine made Zhao Kuang think a lot, especially the drunken three hands.

Wiping his mouth, Zhao Kuang moved his chess pieces, and after playing a few games with the old man, he had to have a hundred games of chess, a hundred battles, and a hundred losses, and this time, Zhao Kuangchao seemed to see hope, and he didn't know if the old man let him, or Zhao Kuang messily took the shit luck.

The old man looked solemnly at the chessboard, turning two chess pieces in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Zhao Kuangran sat unhurriedly, and inadvertently saw this snow day through the window, the glowing snow illuminated by the moonlight, Zhao Kuangran was stunned for a while.

"Zhao Kuangran, after this month, go back, your injuries have healed, you just need to recuperate." The old man didn't take a step in the end, just looked at the game of chess and said lightly.

"Okay, I really have some important things to deal with, the kindness of the old gentleman, I will remember it for a lifetime, although I Zhao Kuangchao has no interest, but I am by no means a white-eyed wolf." Zhao Kuangran came back to his senses and said a little excitedly, for some reason, Zhao Kuangran's fear of the outside world was expected to leave Hutou Mountain, perhaps this is why there are many hidden in the city.

The old man looked at the serious Zhao Kuangran, smiled, picked up the wine in the glass in front of him, took a sip, and said with an intoxicated face: "There is no need for kindness, and there is no need to put it on your mouth, I also want to ask you something." ”

"The old man is ......" Zhao Kuang cut the railroad in a categorical manner, even if this old man wants his life, he is afraid that he will hand it over without saying a word, this is the morality in Zhao Kuangchao's heart, a life of kindness, take a life to pay back, it is not too much, because this life was given to him by this old man, and everything he did was based on this premise, it was as simple as that.

The old man looked at Zhao Kuangran's appearance like a sea of fire under the knife mountain, waved his somewhat dry hand and said: "Mine is a good thing, look at your appearance, I can still push you into the sword mountain and the sea of fire, when you leave, you take Dayue and let him go out to see the world, and leave the dirty work to him." ”

"Really?" Zhao Kuang spit out two words, thinking about something, but he didn't know how to speak, he didn't see Dayue's ability clearly, a fierce man like Dayue couldn't find it with a lantern, let alone give it away for nothing, this is not a piece of pie falling from the sky, but Zhao Kuangchao had a trace of concern in his heart, what is this concern, Zhao Kuangchao is really unclear.

The old man smiled, as if he could read minds: "If there is anything to say, you don't need to worry too much." ”

Zhao Kuangran smiled bitterly, touched his head and said: "To tell the truth, I'm afraid that Da Yue will collapse his worldview when he enters that strange society, in fact, I don't do it either, and there are a lot of unclean things to do, and I must do it, so it's not good to let Da Yue follow me around." "Although I am not sure how long this old man and Dayue have lived here, but looking at Dayue's appearance without a city, he seems to be a child, and he can't withstand too much darkness......

"You're right, this is also the reason why I fancy you, I know that your foundation is not clean, you can see the big injuries on your body, but you are different from others, how different is the law, I won't mention it, but Dayue, destined not to be on Hutou Mountain for a lifetime, you must remember that in this era, you need to disguise yourself with some vulgar things." The old man took a sip of wine again, looked at Zhao Kuangran, there were some things in his eyes that Zhao Kuangchao could not refuse, Zhao Kuangchao could imagine how domineering the old man was when he was young.

"Okay." Zhao Kuangran looked at the chessboard again, maybe the old man also had his unspeakable secrets, understood something, and said firmly.

The old man touched his beard, nodded his head with relief, and said, "I didn't save you wolf cub in vain, as for the rest, I don't have much, you should know better than me in your heart." ”

Zhao Kuang shook his head heavily.

"I don't know the old gentleman's name." Zhao Kuangran finally couldn't help but ask, indeed, this old man is too mysterious, so mysterious that even Zhao Kuangran feels curious, and even suspects that this scene is just a dream.

The old man drank the remaining wine in the cup, with a cheerful expression, touching his sparse beard, enjoying it, and said lightly: "The surname is Liu Qingsong, a name forgotten in China." ”

Zhao Kuang was confused, what kind of legend this unfamiliar name had in China, he could only think about it, because now he has not yet reached the height of understanding this name.

Zhao Kuangchao tightened his coat, feeling that the night was getting colder and colder, and the old man was more simple than him, but he was sitting iron-clad, Zhao Kuangchao had to admire.

"Mess, tell me your story, I don't believe that a young man in his twenties would come this far, I want to know why you walked out of that Qinglong Village." He held one in his hand and held it until it was smooth, leaving a thick old age.

Zhao Kuangran's expression was a little sad, leaning against the wall, looking at the faint candlelight, and suddenly chuckled: "I didn't tell you, I still have a sister, but she died, died at the hands of some people I can't touch." ”

Song's brows furrowed slightly, looked at Zhao Kuangran, and sighed, life is like this.

"I came to this world in a rage, I wanted to kill anyone, but when I tried my best and couldn't touch them, I realized that I was wrong, confused, I didn't know how to live, I just felt that I couldn't fall, if I fell, who would avenge my sister." Zhao Kuangchao may be the first time to confide in his heart like this.

"A child of misery, a child of fortune, or a child of sorrow?" Song said lightly, maybe Zhao Kuangran will have to go all the way to the end to understand the meaning of this sentence.

"What should I do? What to do? What should I do," Zhao Kuang muttered chaotically.

"Alive." Loose spat out the smoke ring and spit out these two words at the same time.

Zhao Kuang was silent.

"Chaos, there will always be someone one day, you will stand at a high place like a cold height, at that time remember to think about my old immortal words, if you are hit by me, don't forget my name."

Late at night in Hutou Mountain, the silence makes people feel weird.

The old man hummed an unknown Peking opera, filled with wine, and touched the scene.

And Zhao Kuangchao only looked at the endgame that was destined to be his nowhere to go back, and looked at the fairytale-like world under the moonlight outside the window, smiled, and didn't know why he was sitting stupidly here, yearning for the bright moon.

The blue-faced Dou Erdun thief the royal horse, the red-faced Guan Gongzhan Changsha, the yellow-faced Dian Wei, the white-faced Cao Cao, and the black-faced Zhang Fei shouted...... yes

Purple Celestial King Pagoda, Green Devil Douyasha, Golden Monkey King, Silver Monster, Gray Elf Laughing...... Yes... Ah in this familiar sound of Peking Opera, Zhao Kuangran gradually squinted his eyes, instead of sighing there for half his life, it is better to think about the unknown future, think about how to straighten his waist and carry what he shoulders, Zhao Kuangran thought so, but he didn't expect to be halfway, so he was unwilling to sleep.