I'm also lonely. Crazy Iron smiled slightly, and his face was a little embarrassed. In fact, loneliness is nothing, I often strike iron alone, endlessly, and when I am very empty and bored, I will sing. Sing any song, any tune. ”

Crazy Iron paused slightly when he said this, his clear eyes looked at Marco Polo, and continued to ask, "Do you want to listen to me sing?" ”

"Hmm." Marco Polo whispered a word in response and nodded.

Crazy Iron is rare not to be frizzy on weekdays, but to hum softly and slowly, the song is slow and low, like a stream that meanders slowly into people's hearts. Marco Polo suddenly lowered his head and sobbed softly, and he cried.

Pei Baohu listened to the song but remembered his brother, his brother always called him Ah Hu, and always liked to hit him in the head. Pei Baohu has always felt that his IQ is not high, and there is a big reason that his brother hit him on the head too much when he was a child.

Pei Baohu thought about it, but he didn't know why, his nose was sour, and his eyes were red.

He remembered that when he was very young, he clamored and grabbed his brother's sleeve and asked him to take him out to play. My brother always smiled and said to him: "Ah Hu is good, when Ah Hu grows up and becomes stronger, I will take you out to play." ”

His brother had the same fiery red curls as he did, and his smile was extraordinarily bright, like a fiery rhododendron blooming all over the valley. His brother has a good set of boxing skills, is always praised by the neighbors, is enthusiastic, and always helps others.

He has always been proud of his brother and always wants to grow up to be like him. But before he could grow up, his brother left home, saying that he wanted to join the army to defend the country and protect the Great Wall.

When his brother left home, he strung a tiger's tooth with a thick rope to make a bracelet and put it on Pei Baohu's wrist.

"Brother! Where are you going? Pei Baohu asked with an excited wink.

"Go to a far away place~" Pei Qian stretched out his broad palm and rubbed Pei Baohu's little head.

"Far away? How far is it? Is it the next village? Pei Baohu continued to ask reluctantly. His round eyes were full of curiosity and yearning.

"It's a place that is farther than the next village, about a hundred villages next door~" Pei Li patiently explained, his eyes full of cute younger brothers. He reached out and grabbed Pei Baohu's little head, and began to comb Pei Baohu's curly hair with his hand to make a small braid.

"Alas! Hurt! It hurts to death! Don't pull my hair! Pei Baohu immediately frowned and shouted.

"Well, I won't be able to catch you in the future. Hu, you're going to learn to comb your own hair. Pei Qian laughingly knocked on Pei Baohu's little head melon seeds.

"Alright, alright! I see! Brother, you're so long-winded! Pei Baohu flattened his mouth, holding his little head with both hands and shaking.

"Okay, then I'll go, Ah Hu has to be obedient, okay?" Pei Qian pursed his lips and smiled, his dark skin was full of healthy luster. After he finished speaking, he let go of Xiao Pei Baohu with both hands, patted his clothes, and picked up the bag at his feet.

"Ah Hu will be well-behaved, but what if I miss my brother?" Pei Bao stared at his brother's tall figure with tiger eyes, and asked pitifully.

"Well, come to me then! I'm waiting for you at the border~" Pei Qian squinted and smiled brightly.

And this smile is the last smile that Pei Baohu saw his brother. Later, when he grew up, he also went to the border and did not see his brother at all. None of the people there seemed to have heard of Pei Qian's name. His brother is gone, never to be found again.

Pei Baohu kept looking and looking until he met Ming Shiyin and came to Chang'an. But he is always lonely in his heart, and he really wants to see his brother and tell him that his boxing skills have been practiced very well, and he is even better than his brother! But he didn't have that opportunity.

Pei Baohu secretly clenched his fists, his teeth clenched. He hated fate, hated such lonely thoughts, and he desperately wanted to see his brother. Only the Cloud Breaking Hall was his only hope. According to Ming Shiyin, if you kill other people, you can swallow the treasure by yourself and realize your wish.

"You know what?" Marco Polo suddenly spoke.

Marco Polo raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his pale face was full of melancholy. He put the two guns in his hands into the holster at his waist and placed them carefully. The shiny body of the gun has a faint sheen.

"There is a North Star in the sky, and that star will always guide the north, and it will always shine so brightly. But if you follow the stars all the way north, you will find that the stars are still hanging in the sky, guiding farther north, and no matter how many steps you take, you will not be able to get any closer to them. Sometimes I am discouraged and frustrated, as if my search for my father is a search for the distant North Star. No matter where I went or how far I went, I still couldn't get close to him. I sometimes wonder if my father doesn't care about me at all, maybe it doesn't matter to him whether there is me in this world or not. ”

Marco Polo said a lot to himself, regardless of whether Crazy Iron and Pei Baohu understood it or not, he pursed his lips after he finished speaking, and stopped talking. He seemed to be still hesitating or thinking, his eyes as beautiful and misty as the blue sea.

"I think you should find your father and ask! If he really doesn't take you seriously, you should give him a good beating to get angry! Crazy Iron frowned and said, he immediately followed up: "Anyway, you have to find the answer!" You can't stop halfway! No matter what your father thinks, at least I think you're good! It's just that he has a bad temper and likes to point a gun at people's heads, it's too violent! ”

When Marco Polo heard what Crazy Iron said, he burst out laughing.

"You mean that?" Marco Polo's gun didn't know when it came out again, and the black hole in the muzzle of his gun was aimed at the door of Crazy Iron's brain, and he was extremely skilled in such movements. It seems that he especially likes to threaten Crazy Iron with a pistol.

"Damn, when Lao Tzu didn't comfort you! It's all said, don't point a gun at me! Furious Iron rolled his eyes furiously and turned away with a curse.

At this moment, Marco Polo's gaze was cold, and his finger pulled the trigger.

Bang! A bullet shot out, slammed through a handful of hair on the door of Crazy Iron's head, and hit the door of Daci Temple, and the floor at the door suddenly exploded into a big hole!

"Wow! You want to kill me!! Put a cold gun in the back! It's so inhumane! "Crazy Iron was almost scared by the sudden bullet! He bounced up with a carp and pointed at Marco Polo and shouted.

Marco Polo stretched out his finger very seriously, put it to his lips and made a shushing motion, and then opened his mouth and whispered: "Someone." His gaze was very nervous. He stared intently at the empty door outside the Daci Temple.