The first snow is as old as ever, and it should be a good mood for the old people to see each other, but the good mood was all disturbed by a post that the Hou Ye invited.

Qiao Yue stepped on the snow all over the streets, walking slowly and leisurely on the streets, surrounded by the sound of shouting and selling, this familiar feeling was no different from when she was in Qizhou.

He has his pride, I also have my pride, everyone is just strangers, why bother to be in a bad mood for irrelevant people, four months, finally come out once, can't be guilty of a bad mood for an irrelevant person.

Slowly taking a step, I don't know how many corners I turned, and after figuring out this relationship, the sadness on Qiao Yue's face gradually relaxed.

Her stomach growled, she looked back at the palace guards behind her, and said with some embarrassment: "It's past the time to eat, and today is a bitter time for everyone." ”

The head of the guard at the head was about forty years old, probably seeing that Qiao Yue was unhappy, he said that this should be the case and said: "Today is the first snow, Qiao Niangzi might as well go out of the city for a walk, there is nothing to see in the city, there are many children in the first snow every year, there are many children having snowball fights there, it is very interesting!" ”

"Snowball fight?" Qiao Yue smiled slightly, "Escort Bao still knows these interesting things. ”

The tall Pauling smiled hesitantly: "In recent years, when the first snow has been carried out every year, the little ones have gone there with dogs to play, so I know some!" ”

Qiao Yue continued to walk forward and said casually: "Bao Guard's child must be very happy, do you love him very much?" ”

Pauling replied softly: "There is no reason why your own children do not love." It's almost every day that he ties up his trouser belt, and I don't see him for a while, and my mind is always thinking about what he's doing at this moment, whether he has fought with the child next door, whether he has bullied other children.

Let's make the girl laugh, dogs are naughty by nature, as long as they don't look at it for a while, they will always cause trouble! ”

Although he was complaining, Qiao Yue could hear it, and he must be extremely happy in his heart.

Another street corner. Just right. There is a roadside shop on the side of the street that is boiling water, and the area is not large, only about four or five square meters, probably because there is no business. The owner of the shop was curled up and dozing off on a stool. Look from this side of the street. It was unbearable to see the white-haired old man curled up there.

Speaking of this kind of roadside restaurant, Qiao Yue also opened it herself when she was in Qizhou. Therefore, I feel a little nostalgic in my heart, and I sigh even more for this old man whose life is not easy.

Looking at the plate of tea eggs that have been boiled for a long time on the stove in the middle, it may be the reason for the long time, the cracked eggshell is a little blackened, and there is no appearance at all.

Qiao Yue turned around, glanced at the five or six guards behind Pauling, and said, "Tea eggs, do you want to eat?" I'm in for a treat! ”

Pauling was stunned, he didn't react for a while, he never thought that a person with a noble status like Qiao Yue would eat in such a place.

He took a look, glanced at the tea eggs in the basin, and then looked at Qiao Yue, who looked enthusiastic, the guards in the palace like them, seeing the pot of tea eggs with poor appearance, he really had no appetite.

In the midst of the embarrassment, five or six ruffian-looking men rushed out of the slanted thorns, none of them were very old, and the one who took the lead was only about twenty years old.

Qiao Yue was about to walk in, but at this time she couldn't help but stop, only to see the ruffian who took the lead walked to the front of the shop, grabbed the hair of the old man who was napping, and said loudly: "Pay the protection fee!" ”

Yes, this is not an uncommon thing, opening this kind of small food shop in this kind of place, without a big background, not only the official family will come to smash the stall, but even the ruffians in the street will come to squeeze it.

Qiao Yue frowned slightly, the ruffian's rough and angry appearance really made Qiao Yue feel displeased.

Pauling was about the backstage of knowing these ruffians, and sensing Qiao Yue's dissatisfaction, he quietly leaned into Qiao Yue's ear and said, "The bastards here in Xicheng are all thugs raised by Song Guogong's son!" ”

Speaking of Song Guogong, in fact, they are all overly powerful people, it is said that at the beginning of this year, Song Guogong had already died, and the Song Guogong Mansion was already much worse than before, and Song Guogong's son was just a marquis who did not enter the ranks.

As for the son of the Hou Ye who did not enter the product, that is, the new champion Song Xin that Qiao Yue met when he was in Ningzhou, and he was also a useless fool when he was the godson of the Shangshu of the Chaohu Department.

That's just a bit of a relationship, and in this way to collect money in Xicheng.

The old man was sleeping, but suddenly he was grabbed by his hair, and his body hit the shop, and the dishes stacked on the shop suddenly fell to the ground with a bang.

The scattered debris instantly cut the old man's ankle and splattered blood.

But the old man didn't have time to cry out in pain, and he didn't care about the hair that the ruffian was grabbing, and some crying voices shouted: "My bowl, my bowl..."

"Haha..."

Seeing this scene, the four or five followers behind the ruffian immediately burst out laughing, as if they were enjoying the feeling of bullying people.

Qiao Yue was about to walk away, since these people were thugs raised by the Song family, there was no need to make innocent enemies because of this old man.

Although she thought so, Qiao Yue still couldn't bear to look at the poor old man again, and she couldn't take any steps under her feet.

At this moment, the old man who was grabbed by the hair finally raised his head with tears on his face, his complexion was very dark, it should be the result of a long time of wind and sun, even slightly sallow, his body was very thin, and his back was a little rickety, which made him even more insignificant.

But that face, that face that shouldn't be full of wrinkles, and shouldn't be full of makeup, Qiao Yue knows, she is very familiar, that is since she recovered her memory, she has not appeared in her dreams, and even, just last night, she looked at the first snow flying in the sky, and her mind was still missing the person!

Qiao Yue's tears came down as soon as she brushed up.

Uncle Wang!

How could it be you!

Aren't you supposed to be doing well? Didn't Brother Wang Yi work as a steward in the shop under the Hubu Shangshu?

Why did you come down to this street and set up a food shop, and. And being bullied like this.

Why have you become so old, and why are you full of gray hair, Aunt Wang? How did she not come with you!

The old man who was grabbed by the hair didn't see Qiao Yue opposite, let alone Qiao Yue's tears when he saw his pity.

He was begging the man who wanted to collect protection money: "It's snowing today, the business in the shop is not good, and I haven't made up enough, can the adults give me a leniency, later, the little old man will definitely pay later!" ”

"Bell...".

Just when Pauling didn't react, the waist knife in his hand had been pulled out by Qiao Yue in anger.

How did the flaunting ruffian know what was going on behind him?

Just when he was about to scold Wang San viciously. Behind him had been pierced through his chest by a large knife that overflowed with cold air.

It's true. This is the first time Qiao Yue has killed someone with her own hands.

Furious, he drew his sword.

She didn't hesitate at all, not only did she want to kill, but she also wanted to chop this ruffian into pulp.

It was completely different from that day when Jiang Hong was going to be killed in the Tibetan Medicine Village, this kind of anger. It was completely beyond what Qiao Yue could bear.

How could she see Uncle Wang, who had always treated her like her own daughter, being bullied like this!

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

The days of those years. If there is no Wang San and his wife. Qiao Yue didn't know if she could survive until now.

A long time ago, she swore in her heart that this kind of kindness in the deepest part of her heart would be remembered when she grew up. She wants to treat them as if they were her own parents, and let them enjoy the joy of family.

All the kindness remembered in the depths of my heart turned into anger against this ruffian in an instant.

Therefore, she finally pulled out a knife and killed someone herself, if you want to blame, you can only blame them for bullying people who shouldn't be bullied, what the Song family, what Hou Ye, get out of the way.

"You... Why did you kill me! ”

The ruffian who was pierced through his chest had not yet fallen, but looked back at Qiao Yue in disbelief who was holding a big knife that was dripping blood.

He couldn't figure it out, didn't he just bully a bad old man, he usually bullied like this, how could he lose his life today.

"Because you're damned!"

Qiao Yue said coldly.

The knife in his hand was thrown to Pauling next to him, and this time in an indisobedient tone, he pointed to the few ruffians next to him who were pale and had not yet reacted and said: "Kill, kill all of them for me, and I can't keep any of them!" ”

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…

Tears had lost her eyes, and she turned to look at the old man who had been scratched off his gray hair.

The moment their eyes met, both of them froze at the same time, and both of them cried at the same time.

"Month... Yue'er... Is that you? ”

"Uncle Wang... Uncle Wang... It's me, I'm Yue'er..."

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It's really a place in life where not to meet, Qiao Yue was still sitting at the gate of the Jardine Palace last night and missed the person, and today she met here, at this moment, she was really excited, of course, more happy, God has been taking care of herself, because she has seen the person she meets, as for the process in between, and this heart-wrenching way, it is no longer important.

Three years ago, no, two months away was already four years apart, and I still remember that Chinese New Year's Eve three years ago, when he said that she was going to marry far away and entrusted Qiao Meng to their care.

After a long time, Wang Sancai, who was full of wrinkles and white hair, trembled and said: "Okay, good, good, Yue'er, I've grown up, I'm so tall and beautiful..."

Qiao Yue's eyes were red, in addition to excitement and joy, there was also a kind of complexity and sadness, that Uncle Wang, who was like his own daughter to himself, had only been seen for four years, how could he be, how could he become so old.

Qiao Yue stepped forward, her white hand gently stroked Wang San's face against the cold wind, her heart hurt very much, it hurt more than when she stuck a dagger in her heart that day, her tears couldn't stop flowing, and the clothes in front of her neck were already soaked.

Her lips trembled, and she had thought about a lot of things in her heart yesterday, but at the moment she saw Wang San, she couldn't say anything.

Her lips trembled slightly, and after doing her best, she finally let out the voice held in her throat: "Uncle Wang... You're old... Gray hair... The back is also bent, what? Have you had a hard time these years? ”

Wang San grinned, the smile that was torn apart made the wrinkles on his face deeper, he hurriedly changed the topic, held Qiao Yue's hand gently, and said with concern: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Uncle gives you the following..."

Time is really a ruthless knife, I haven't seen it for just four years, I really don't know what he has experienced over the years.

Wang San, who was not tall in the first place, had a bent back, and this time it looked even shorter, Qiao Yue nodded and said with a sob: "Okay, good, good, I want to eat the noodles that Uncle Wang made for me!"

But it's going to be more, you know, Yue'er is very edible..."

Wang San brushed his sleeves and wiped his tears, as if he replied habitually: "It's okay, it's a matter of more pairs of chopsticks, come to my uncle when you're hungry..."

Yes, that's the matter of more pairs of chopsticks! Wang San often said this many years ago, so Qiao Yue was also used to hearing this.

The snowflakes fell again, no different from Qizhou back then, except that the place to eat was not Wang San's home, but became a place where blood and snow had been sprinkled on this street.

Of course, at this time, there were already a lot of spectators gathered over, but these Qiao Yue didn't care, they had all been automatically ignored by her and him, and they had already acquiesced in their hearts that this was Qizhou back then, only him and the poor little girl, so they didn't pay so much attention to talking.

Wang San turned around to clean up the broken bowls all over the ground, and seeing his busy back, Qiao Yue asked, "Uncle Wang, what about Aunt Wang, I was still thinking about her yesterday!" ”

"Bang dang..."

Hearing Qiao Yue's question, the bowl in Wang San's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Qiao Yue was shocked, he had already become like this, it seemed that Aunt Wang would definitely not be much better.

Looking at the past, Qiao Yue found that Wang San's feet were also bleeding.

She hurriedly took out a delicate handkerchief from her arms and rushed over, and when she squatted at Wang San's feet, her heart suddenly hurt even more, and her tears were like a sea bursting the embankment, and she couldn't stop it.

She trembled and wrapped Wang San's horns, her voice sobbed, flashing with teary eyes, staring straight at Wang San, and said, "Uncle Wang, you... You... I didn't wear shoes at all... It's a snowy day! ”

Wang San's face was full of vicissitudes of life, grinning, and he seemed to have been numb from the cold to the injury on his foot.

He said, "It's okay... It's okay... Uncle, it's good! What are you doing with shoes, it's a waste of money..."

Waste of money?

Qiao Yue hurriedly helped him to sit down on the table opposite, glanced at Pauling who was standing next to him and said, "Take off your shoes and put them on for my uncle..."

Pauline had a bitter face, but there was no way, when he left the palace, Liu Wude had already explained that he couldn't go against Qiao Yue's wishes.

After Wang San put on his shoes, Qiao Yue asked very sternly, "Uncle Wang, where is Aunt Wang?" Where the hell is she, take me to her! ”

Wang San was hesitant for a long time, but when he saw Qiao Yue's appearance of not saying anything and not giving up, he suddenly cried after a long time: "Your aunt, your aunt... She's dying..."

"Dead?"

Qiao Yue's brain buzzed, and she almost fainted.

I didn't expect it to be like this, it took her a long time to digest Wang San's words, since she was dying, it meant that she was not dead.

Qiao Yue didn't care about the trivial matter of whether she was hungry or not, and immediately pulled Wang San up and said, "Uncle Wang, quickly, take me to see Aunt Wang." ”

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