The small teahouse tells many stories, and what Yang Fan listened to most seriously was nothing more than Qin Liangyu's army to serve as the king, which was a recent event. The people here live a very leisurely life, and Yang Fan is also happy to enjoy such a state of life.

Yue Lingfu kept holding his head, and he didn't seem to have any interest in what the storyteller said. It's also possible that I slept too late yesterday, was in poor spirits, and yawned a lot. He's a black box, and he's been thinking about it all night, but he still hasn't figured out anything. However, seeing Yang Fan's careless appearance, what is inside should not be the cheats he cares about.

"Do you know why I'm going back to Bashu?"

Yang Fan held his head and said, "You are such a person with clear grievances, you rushed to Bashu in such a hurry, either to repay your kindness or to take revenge." I'm in a hurry to open my black box, and nine out of ten will be revenge. ”

"I have a twin brother who looks just like me, and yet, just because I came out half a pillar of incense before him, I am his eldest brother. As a big brother, there is always a sense of responsibility to protect the younger brother. My father is also very important to me, because I am the eldest son, and I need to inherit the family business. ”

"Then do you want to tell me that you are not interested in the family business, and that your brother is business-minded."

"How do you know?" Yue Lingfu's eyes widened this time.

Yang Fan pouted, "Oh, Mr. Storyteller told a bad joke." I used to think that the stories were all so ridiculous, but then I realized that sometimes, we live in ridiculousness by ourselves, don't we? He turned his head and picked up a piece of pastry between his fingers. Eat it carefully.

It was raining in the small town, and the sound of allegro and erhu in the teahouse drowned out the sound of the rain. There is no such thing as an uncle or an uncle. A lot of peasants and commoners. are willing to spend some money to listen to a book. Eat a cup of tea. That's how you can get by. Fortunately, God favors this side of the land, which is rich and fertile, which is enough for the peasants who rely on the sky for food.

"Later, I saw it clearly. It turns out that my younger brother is the one who needs the least protection. His harmless smile is his best protective shell, and even I was deceived by him. He shook his head a little sarcastically and said, "Give the box back to you." It's really useless to bring you here. Like you said, we're all living in ridiculous conditions right now. However, I have to face it myself. I'm going to take back what belongs to me. ”

Yang Fan looked at the black box on the table and the embroidered spring knife, and said slowly: "Since you don't like something, why do you have to go to such great lengths to get it back?" ”

"If he wants me to die, then I'm going to let him die. This cancer, even his father was poisoned by him. Such a mad brute, I will slaughter him with my own hands! ”

"Oh." Yang Fan replied very simply, "I owe you a life." But you'd better not think I'm going to fight for you. ”

He turned his face sideways, and the sound of the rain became clearer. "The acquired realm. It's still too weak. After saying this, Foxeye stepped into the rain. Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the dry-mouthed storyteller. It seems to be a death that wants to talk and stop. He picked up the black box and carried it on his back. The embroidered spring knife was tied around his waist again, and he also stepped into the rain curtain.

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It's raining. In the old hometown, the grass and trees are deep.

The old man sat in the doorway, cloaked, not like a beggar. I went to drink wine in the afternoon, wearing straw sandals, and the humidity was heavy again. At this moment, the straw sandals were thrown down the bottom steps. The old man sat on the top steps, crossed his legs and buckled his toes.

Perhaps, he is just a janitor, sloppy like this, sitting at the door, and he is also quite responsive. But no one dared to point fingers. He was the night watchman. For more than 20 years, it has been like this. Not a single night was spent in bed. It's a promise, a promise to brothers.

As long as he lives for one day, he will watch the door for the Yue family for one day. More than 20 years have passed, rain or shine. The white boots fell to the ground, and the slightly wet clothes seemed to dislike the old man's robe, and moved a step to the side.

Foxeye sneered, "Although you old man is quite annoying, you still have some credibility." After watching the night for twenty years, Lei Da did not move. ”

The old man didn't seem to care about the person on the side, buttoned his toes, patted the straw sandals on the steps at will, shook off the water, and said, "You can't cool the hearts of my brothers, the brother who blocked the knife for me twenty years ago, I said so before I died." The old man was silent for a moment, "Why do you have time to pay attention to me, a useless old man?" ”

After a while, the old man put on his straw sandals and waited for the fox-eyed to answer.

"Yue Lingfu is missing, don't you just ignore it?"

The hand that put on the shoes paused for a moment, the rain was not heavy, and the robe did not have much effect. When the wind blew, the old man's face was wet, and his beard looked like frost.

"What about you? As his own compatriot brother, he disappeared and ignored it? Could it be that Lingfu's disappearance has something to do with you? The old man was still sitting on the steps, with no intention of getting up. This speculation is a bit nonsensical, just a conjecture of the old man.

The fox's scimitar is tucked under his clothes. The old man didn't seem to notice the scimitar all the time.

"What if it matters? What do you want? Foxeye scoffed.

"Kaifu, you ......"

The sound of falling rain is vaguely audible.

The fox squinted, looked at the drizzle, and murmured, and his voice was a little low: "Lao Cun, it's been two years." Long time no see. ”

The rain fell, and a trace of rain swept by.

The old man felt the oppression of the mountain rain coming. The rain curtain covers the eyes, pale and misty, and the rain passes by, and must fall. The fox's eyes are cold, the scimitar is out of the sheath, and the cold is pressing!

The rain is slaughtering, exuding a sense of slaughter. The old man's beard fell in mid-air, and was cut in two again by the rain. The fox's scimitar, just as it was about to touch the old man's throat, was blocked by a woodcutter.

Yue Lingfu's eyes lit up, and his momentum was raised again with the withdrawal of the second scimitar. The raindrops hit his fair face, wetting his sideburns, adding a bit of morbid beauty, and the scimitars were crossed. He leaned sideways, stepped forward with his right foot, and kept a foot away from the old man.

In the face of fear and the unknown, people are always reluctant to bury their hearts, the old man stood up, the clothes on his body were torn, broken for no reason, like the remnants of flowers and leaves in late autumn, and when the time comes, it will fall in a slump. His pupils shrank, and a mouthful of old phlegm came up from his throat, and he said hoarsely: "You! You are...... Lingfu! (To be continued......)