- At this time, the footsteps in the cloister outside the door have also stopped at the door.

The snowy night visitor did not knock on the door, but asked directly: "Dare to ask, is it Mr. Lin in the house?" ”

Lin Shan gently moved the empty cup that Cen Chi had used just now in front of Chen Jiu, and then said warmly: "Friends from Yiyang, please come in." ”

Whether he was from Yiyang or not was uncertain, but he did use some Yiyang accent when he visited the door.

"Excuse me."

The door opened, and the first thing that poured in was the smell of wind and snow, mixed with the smell of straw.

The messenger wore a hat on his head and a robe over his shoulders, all covered with a thick layer of snow. Along the way, as the body rose and fell, the wide brim of the hat and the corners of the cloak were still falling a little snow foam on the ground. Apparently, he walked in the snow for a long time.

It was precisely for this reason that Chen Jiu couldn't help but tremble when he noticed that he was stepping on a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

Lin Shan was also surprised by this scene, but what he cared about was obviously different from the old wine. On a snowy day, walking in straw sandals is tantamount to stepping barefoot on the snow. But Lin Shan didn't think that the side disciples of the North Fence School would be poor to such a point, and there were not a few people among the side disciples who could start the mountain and establish the school, and the problem of survival could be ignored. It is very likely that this snowy night man is practicing some kind of martial arts, and he is obsessed with it, so that he does not hesitate to be so ostentatious and unwilling to relax and hone.

How powerful is he? Will it reach the kind of state that Cen Chi is worried about......

Lin Shan was observing the man in the cloth, and the moment the man in the cloth entered the door, he had already taken in all the indoor scenes.

But he really seemed to be just a messenger, and after confirming that the situation was no different, the man in the cloth stopped for a moment on the screen of the four Hunan embroidered gentlemen that Cen Chi was avoiding, and then he withdrew his gaze. took off the hat, took off the coat, and rested on the threshold, and then walked in.

It is not difficult to see that he already knows that there is someone behind the screen, but judging from his face, he does not care about this in the slightest. More precisely. The man behind the screen is on the scale of his heart. It doesn't have a single bit.

Lin Shan's heart was clear, and he also relieved his defense.

Lin Shan got up to greet him, waved his hand and said, "Come from afar." It's snowing again, and it's really hard for you. I'm here with a warm drink, so sit down and have a warm drink! ”

The visitors on the snowy night hugged their fists and smiled, but they declined Lin Shan's kindness. Said with a smile: "Thank you sir for your kindness, but." Today's errand has been delayed for an hour, and I almost missed my husband's business, how dare I rely on wine to bother again? Do what needs to be done. I'm going to return immediately, and I hope you'll forgive me. ”

Hearing him say that he was going to return overnight, Lin Shan's already small intention to keep in his heart also faded.

For subordinates temporarily borrowed from Xiao Kuang. Lin Shan's understanding is not exhaustive, under this premise. Too much of a gift can be confusing for both parties. Since the messenger of the snowy night had put his hat and coat outside the door before entering the door, in addition to not wanting to bring in the snow foam and moisture, it also meant to come and go quickly.

He took out a waterproof oil paper bag from the inside of his shirt and handed it to Lin Shan, and when he inspected the sealing mud, the visitor said goodbye on this snowy night.

Standing at the door and watching the figure of the man go downstairs, Lin Shan returned to the house, took out a bamboo-thin knife from his sleeve, and cut open the oil-paper envelope.

Cen Chi also walked out from behind the screen and said casually: "Walk really fast." ”

"It's okay if you don't stay." Lin Shan replied with a light smile.

Cen Chi didn't have a habit of eavesdropping on other people's letterheads, and if he wanted to know the contents of the letter, he would only ask directly. So when Lin Shan was opening the letter, Cen Chi didn't lean over, but paced to the window and looked out of the window.

He wanted to see if the man in the cloak was really gone. Thinking back to the footsteps when he came, it was really a little creepy.

At this glance, his face couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

After a while, he turned back to Lin Shan and sighed: "This person can walk on the snow without a trace, no wonder I can't see him on the street." Are all you martial arts practitioners monsters? ”

"Perhaps, he will be the next person to establish the sect, and if that is the case, it is not a bad thing for us, it may mean that he will be completely out of the control of his uncle. People who can take charge on their own have some arrogance in their hearts. Lin Shan replied lightly while reading the letter.

Cen Chi closed the window, walked to the charcoal stove to dry his hands, and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, you didn't let me avoid it, and only asked me to stand behind the screen, did you want to cheat him?" ”

Lin Shan smiled slightly and said, "I can't hide it from you." ”

Cen Chi seemed to be in a tense state for a long time, and when he finally let go at this moment, he let out a long sigh: "It's okay, it's okay, if you really meet someone who wants to do it, I can't help you at all." ”

"It's just my habit of keeping a line in things, you don't have to worry too much." After reading the letter, Lin Shan's face was very calm, and then he threw the letter he had read on the charcoal stove.

The yellow goose-down charcoal fire quickly rolled up the oil-paper envelope, and the red light raised its head in a flash, and then went low. It seemed to be only a matter of moments, and the envelope and stationery had turned into a thin layer of white ash.

Cen Chi, who was drying his hands beside the charcoal stove, looked at this thin layer of ash, but suddenly became a little curious, and asked, "This is what you just said, the incident that happened in Kyoto a month ago?" ”

Lin Shan shook his head: "It's barely a little implicated." ”

As for Ruan Luo's real position in Liang Guo now, Cen Chi also knew the general situation, although he did not know the details of what happened in Kyoto a month ago, he did not know the slightest thing. So when he heard Lin Shan mention the word "implicated", Cen Chi was a little surprised, and said casually: "The princess has returned to Kyoto safely, but it is Ruan Luo who provoked the Northern Dynasty and is so close, it can't be that he is in trouble, right?" ”

……

The unkempt woodcutter, who was walking away quickly, only detoured one street, and stopped when he reached a corner of the street where there were few people. After holding his breath and observing the surroundings for a moment, the unkempt woodcutter immediately kicked the stone onto the wall, and disappeared into the wall in an instant.

Landing in the backyard of a private house, the unkempt woodcutter walked around the main house for a while, quickly scanned the four corners of the courtyard, and once again made sure that no one was there.

When crossing the threshold of the kitchen. His left hand had removed the weed-like hair from his head, and with his right hand he had rested the wood knife he was carrying on the stove, and then he hooked his index finger and slashed it to his waist, and the corset was loosened by the force, and the tattered linen clothes faded from the front placket and slid down his shoulders to his right hand.

After taking off the sackcloth. The gray shirt with narrow sleeves and short placket was revealed. The cut is close to the body, faintly revealing his slender and well-proportioned body. His back was straight, his arms were long and his shoulders were broad. This is not like the physique of a person who has been overworking all year round.

While his right hand wrapped the "hair" in sackcloth, his left hand quickly took up the wood knife resting on the stove, and took advantage of the situation to slap the fire sickle that the family used to hang on the wall not far from the stove, and struck it several times at great speed. Suddenly, sparks flew around.

The crumpled sacked sackcloth in his hand touched the spark, and soon a thin wisp of smoke rose. The young woodcutter, who had no unkempt hair, stuffed the tattered wig into the stove, then he took a small paper bag from his narrow sleeve and poured out a black ball the size of a soybean, which he crushed between his index finger and thumb. Throw your palm into the hearth.

The pitch-black stove suddenly brightened, and a few sparks that were originally just smoking, spit out tongues of fire as if they were a little demonized in the blink of an eye. Engulf that tattered sackcloth.

Scooped a scoop of water from the kitchen water tank, and the salt from the stove of this household. Deliberately clean the mouth of the tooth that has not been washed for several days. When the grime on the young face was washed away, the woodcutter put down a black hair tightly coiled on the top of his head, dipped his fingers in water as a comb, thinned it a few times, and then pulled out a new purple ribbon embroidered with white plum blossoms from the inside of the placket, and loosely tied the long, slightly damp hair behind his head.

Walking out of the kitchen of this family, it is difficult to find traces of firewood gatherers in the mountains on the young people who are already new. It was already early afternoon, and the clothes hanging in the backyard of the house were already dry, but the young man only glanced at the rope a few times, and made up his mind, instead of taking the clothes on the rope, he went straight to the head of the house.

With a tense wrist and a clasped thumb, the iron lock hanging from the door was like beans fried in a hot pan, and the door of the main house opened. The young man went straight in, then turned and walked into the bedroom next to the main hall, and opened the closet that stood next to the wall. His gaze swept over, and instead of taking the properly hung brocade robe, his gaze drooped slightly, and fell on a neatly folded heavy purple silk shirt in the corner of the cabinet.

Putting on the purple one, the young man instantly had a kind of businessman's temperament, and soon his eyes fell on the corner of the wardrobe, but he took a fancy to the size of the pair of mille-feuille bottom cloth shoes, which seemed to be the same size as the clothes of the man of this family, and the shoes fit well.

He bent down to get the shoes, but unexpectedly pulled out a handful of loose silver from the shoes, and the young man was slightly stunned at first, and then his habitually tight lips hooked upward. He poured out the broken silver and put it back in the corner where the shoes were kept, put the cloth shoes on, and the young man closed his closet, took the tattered cloth shoes he had been wearing, and went out of the house, and closed the door again.

As he closed the door, the young man threw the iron lock, which had just been torn open by himself with two fingers, into the corner of the yard, and a cluster of blooming wildflowers shook gently, submerging the slightly rusty lock.

Returning to the kitchen, and disposing of the tattered cloth shoes in the same order as the tattered sackcloth, the young man picked up the wood knife resting on the edge of the stove again, and stabbed it into the hearth, and made sure that the ashes, which were slightly different in color from the wood ash, had been burned out, and then he stood up straight, took two steps, and stood the wood knife next to a wood-splitting axe in the corner.

Out of the kitchen, the young man looked around the courtyard again, and suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he walked past the clothesline, and pulled a plain shirt hanging from the rope a little crookedly. When he had done this, he sighed softly with satisfaction, and finally kicked the stone up the wall again, and walked away in the direction he had come.

About half an hour after the young man left, the courtyard door of the house opened from the outside in, and a middle-aged couple walked in, but it was the main owner of the family who had gone out before noon.

The middle-aged male protagonist is slightly thin, with thin eyebrows and a long face, which shows that he should have some delicate temperament when he was a teenager. However, when people reach middle age, the corners of their mouths are no longer easy to rise, their pupils seem to be cloudy, and the expression of affection on their faces is also locked by the repeated life that lasts all day, making them mature but gradually getting old.

He walked behind the middle-aged woman, his eyes glazed over, and his face was drunk, as if he had gone to some family and friend's house at noon, and had eaten too much wine during the banquet. In contrast, the middle-aged woman looks shrewd and has a calmer complexion.

But when the woman entered the courtyard, she swept her eyes to the gate of the main house. She couldn't calm down all of a sudden.

"Boss, when we left before noon, didn't my wife tell you to lock the door?"

The woman's voice was slightly louder, and the half-drunk and half-awake middle-aged man stiffened his neck when he was drunk. He finally opened his squinted eyes wider, and glanced at the padlock on the door.

After making sure that the door was not locked, the man felt a little weak. But he was afraid of his own lady and lion's roar. Bearing the strength of the wine, he was a little unwilling to be pressed by his wife all the time, so he forced a somewhat obscure voice and said: "It's not that you kept urging when you left." The husband's family may have forgotten...... But I remember that I locked the door, otherwise how could the key be in my hand? ”

The woman glanced down at her hand, and when she had just opened the lock on the gate of the courtyard, the key had indeed been taken from her husband. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But she quickly figured out a problem. Immediately shouted: "Our locks can be locked without a key, and the key must be used when the lock is opened!" ”

As the woman spoke, she seemed to be about to snap her husband's fingers as she spoke, but one hand was only halfway raised. She sighed again and hung down gently. Glancing at her husband's drunken and red face, she only thought in her heart that she couldn't listen to anything she said to him at this time.

The woman's irritation had just been suppressed by herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she swept over the plain shirt hanging on the clothesline in the yard, and noticed that the skewed placket had somehow added a dirty piece to the originally cleanly washed placket. The fire in her heart suddenly rushed up again, and she scolded: "Whose cat is this restless and scratching?!" ”

Looking at the direction his wife was going, the man didn't need to open his eyes to see the dress clearly, he already knew in his heart what she was complaining about. Maybe it was because he drank wine and became angry, so he casually threw a sentence: "If it's dirty, wash it again, why do you have to make noise about everything?" Are you going to catch that cat and fight with it again? ”

This simply adds fuel to the fire.

The woman turned around and said, "You don't need to wash these clothes, and you don't feel tired standing and talking, right?" ”

The male owner finally realized the severity of the problem between the scenes, he shouldn't have answered at all just now, and if he continued like this, it was estimated that he would not be able to escape another dispute today, so he quickly closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Although he has now saved up a shop and has a worry-free life, the capital of his business is all dependent on the dowry brought by his wife when she got married. The wife was born in a wealthy family, and since she was a child, she learned from her parents and learned well, and now this small family that is gradually getting richer, in fact, the main living silver is in the hands of his wife. Although his mind is a little dizzy at the moment, as long as his wife's voice is in his ears, he can't ignore the reality of this wife's respect for her husband.

Closing his mouth, the corners of his mouth were a little displeased, and the man walked towards the main house with his hands tied.

A few days ago, I met a childhood friend in Beijing, and I was invited to visit today, and at the lunch banquet, I talked about playing together in this small seaside town called "Koyo" as a child, and then experienced the turmoil in Kyoto and lost contact, and a couple of pee drank a few more glasses. In the afternoon, he came back drunk, but at this moment, he was quarreled with by his wife, and his dizziness was even worse, and he just wanted to sit down and rest quickly.

However, as soon as the man pushed open the door of the main house, he stepped in halfway with his front foot, and his wife exclaimed from behind him, which startled him again.

"Boss, is our family a thief?"

After a little calm, the man didn't even want to turn his head back, and said a little impatiently: "Don't be surprised, have you seen that family was robbed, can the door be so neat?" ”

However, as soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly remembered something, and the strength of the wine in his brain suddenly cleared up, and his legs and feet immediately became sharp, and he went straight to the bedroom on the side of the hall.

Opening the closet, his eyes widened slightly, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Quickly scooped up a handful of broken silver that was spread out in a corner of the closet, hurriedly filled it into another pair of shoes, and hurriedly got up, and the sound of light footsteps behind him was already very close. He didn't have time to close the closet, so he pretended to pick up the clothes inside, and was frightened by this nervousness, he faced the closet, and the flush that was washed up by the wine was much lighter, and a trace of doubt rose in his drunken eyes: the shoes were missing, it seemed that he was really robbed, but the silver was still there, what was going on?

Before the man could think about it, he heard his wife, who had already entered the inner room, ask, "Why did you suddenly turn up the closet?" Did you really lose something? ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly muttered: "What are you throwing away, I spilled wine on my body during the banquet just now, and I came to find a change of clothes." ”

"Oh, then you can find a casual body to wear first, and don't touch the clothes in this cupboard." The woman hurriedly came closer, and muttered, "As my wife has said a long time ago, all the things in this cabinet are silk brocades, and they are only worn during festivals, so don't break them casually." Go aside, and let your wife find it for you. ”

She pushed her husband away and closed the closet, and then the woman stepped aside, opened a wooden box that was placed next to the closet, reached out and rummaged through it, picked out a cloth shirt, handed it to her husband, and said, "Look at the hour, you don't have to go anywhere today, just wear this cotton first." ”

After changing into dry clothes and leaving the inner room, the man sat down in the hall. Seeing that his wife went to the well with his clothes stained with wine foam, and was fetching water, it seemed that he was going to wash the clothes immediately, and the man couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in his heart, and secretly entangled-

(To be continued)