Text/Chef Cai Badou

One.

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the dark clouds are lazily wriggling in the night, and the shadows of the trees are looming.

"Beware of the ...... Candles"

There was a sound of snorting on the avenues of the town, and the black crows screamed and flapped their wings and flew into the sky, and a few young leaves fell, crumpling a pool of spring water.

The doors on the street were closed and depressed, except for the lights in the Longmen Dart Bureau, and the sound of chattering was abrupt in the calm night.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that Nangong, the old guy, still had a hand." Lu Sanjin sat on the sofa in the front hall of the dart game, cocked Erlang's legs, and rubbed his hands.

Everyone reacted but didn't think so, Qingcheng hugged the pillow and slumped in the sofa and snorted sleepily haha, Jingqi leaned his head on Qingcheng's shoulder and fell asleep, Uncle Gong leaned on the back of the sofa with a pipe and listened with relish, Badou leaned on the table and knocked peanuts, basically didn't listen. Sister Qiu Yue looked indifferent. Yingluo was nowhere to be seen.

The meetings that must be held every night are as boring as ever, and Yingluo is afraid that she will habitually "skip class", and the others will wait for the master to finish talking and go back to sleep.

Tonight's meeting has passed the discussion time, and the head of the family still doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

"Originally, Nangong Remnant Hong should have been beheaded as early as the year, but the government dragged on for nearly a year, there must be a stalk in this, the first few **** entrusted the relationship to the government to inquire," Sanjin paused.

Hachito pouted: "Sure enough." ”

Sanjin glanced at him, "Sure enough, Nangong actually paid a lot of private money to bribe the government in private, so that the day of beheading would be delayed again and again——"

"How many silver taels?" Badou was completely sleepy, and his eyes were straight into his mouth, but he was met with a second roll of the head of the house: "The point and suspicion are not in the weight of this sugar-coated shell!" Rather, it was a request made in Nangong - why just delay the beheading deadline? According to his character, the skill of hiding private money should be no worse than Uncle Gong's, and the weight of private money is naturally enough to save his life. ”

Speaking of this, Uncle Gong swallowed his saliva tacitly: "For...... Why? ”

Sanjin looked up at Uncle Gong suddenly, took a breath of confidence, and said in a high-pitched voice, "I don't know." ”

"Huh-" Suddenly the other guys looked at him with disdain.

Sanjin looked at them unreasonably: "I...... I said how can you do this! I just don't know, that's why I've been in a meeting for so long, and I'm ...... I'm not Baidu Encyclopedia! ”

The boos stopped, and everyone was in high spirits, each guessing.

"No...... It's not because we're worried that the rest of the private money will be swallowed by us, right? Then this old man is better than you, and he can't leave the money alone when he dies. ”

Hachito threw out a guess at the speed of rushing to answer, but this time he was blinded by everyone, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

"Since it depends on time, then he must be using this delayed time to do one thing to achieve his long-cherished wish."

"Auntie, aren't you talking nonsense, the head of the family said so, then Nangong's intention is obviously like this, otherwise he can delay so much time in the prison cell, it is better to die." Jing Qi sat up and turned to retort.

"That'...... So what is the long-cherished wish to spend so much time? ”

"I see!" Bai Jingqi's eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his hand, "Nangong must be pregnant!" It is said that he is pregnant for ten months, and he must have wanted to wait until ten months to give birth to the child before dying! ”

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the dark clouds are lazily wriggling in the night, and the shadows of the trees are looming.

"Whew——!"

Bai Jingqi's dolphin voice screamed from the Longmen Dart Bureau, and the black crow screamed and flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Two.

"Click, click, click......" The damp and cold cell resounded with the sound of disorganized footsteps.

Nangong Remnant Red sat up from the mat with a carp.

"......Papapa, Papa" footsteps gradually approached, as if death was coming towards him.

Nangong Scarlet staggered to the door and looked out.

"Ring, ring, ring, ......" the sound of the key being flailed.

"Isn't it noon...... "The last trace of hope in Nangong's residual red eyes gradually dimmed.

It wasn't until half a second later that Qingcheng and several jailers suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Orange ......?" Nangong Remnant Hong was stunned for a moment, and then watched in disbelief as the jailer unchained and opened the cell door, and Qingcheng walked in unhurriedly, his expression unshocked.

"Orange ...... You...... You're coming to see me? Nangong was still digesting this shocking fact.

"I'm not here to see who you're looking at." Qingcheng glanced at him, remembering last night's impulsiveness, and couldn't help but feel a little remorseful.

Last night, everyone's speculation was denied by various reasons, so the head of the family decided to send a person to the government prison to investigate the news.

At this time, a slender hand was raised, and Qingcheng looked melancholy: "I'll go." ”

"When will Nangong Crimson be beheaded?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the dark clouds are lazily wriggling in the night, and the shadows of the trees are looming.

After shaking his head, Qingcheng looked Nangong up and down, and now it is not what it used to be, and it is completely like the high-spirited teacher of Tiannangong in the past. His long hair, which was severely dehydrated, was disheveled, his eyes were even more haggard, his beard was handful, and his body was noticeably thinner. with the one fifteen years ago

The personable Ming Dynasty version of Lin Zhiying [not referring to looks] is a staggered figure of virtual and real.

Then overlap in memory.

Fifteen years ago, it was also in this snowy season, when Qingcheng was only ten years old, he loved to practice martial arts since he was a child, and lived in the inn with his father, but whenever his father and mother inadvertently took advantage of the gap to run to the Qinghua Club, every time he turned over the fence in the backyard to peek at the students practicing martial arts, and then excitedly followed the move, and was very happy.

Until one day she inadvertently fell off the fence, and all voyeurism was exposed to the audience. Just as she was almost stunned by Haibian.

He, appeared.

The white clothes are like snow, the neat ponytail, and the tips of the ink-colored hair are gently swaying in the cold wind.

In a trance, the man helped her solve everything, claiming that she was the next student he had brought and helped her pay all the tuition fees.

Qingcheng finally knows that he is the legendary "Nangong teacher"

Since then, Qingcheng has been going to the Qinghua Club every day to practice martial arts [not the same dimension as the Dragon Gate Dart Game] for the benefit of practicing martial arts.

It may be said that one day, when he leaves, she will not be able to stay for long.

Even though he is old enough to be her father, every time he meets his clear and bright eyes, there are always some indescribable thoughts lingering in his heart.

All she had to know was that it wasn't like a relative.

Once upon a time, I was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate myself.

Once upon a time, it was customary to look for you in the crowd.

That winter, she met him, she fell in love with him, she learned a poem, she learned to write crookedly on paper:

I was not born, and I was old.

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old.

Hate is not born at the same time, and every day is good with you.

When I suddenly returned to reality from my memories, it was like waking up from a dream.

In that cell where time was imprisoned, face him now.

She said the second and final sentence.

"Wait for me."

The cell door was locked again, and the footsteps were far away, as if they would never return.

Three.

At noon the next day, the sky and the earth were covered with snow, covered in snow, and the streets of Longmen Town were unusually boiling, and the street vendors on the street did not have the heart to manage, and together with all the townspeople, they cast their eyes on the grand procession in the middle of the road.

The team looked decadent and lifeless, a group of people walked by, the prisoner car gradually came into view, Nangong Crimson was still standing absentmindedly in the prisoner car, his eyes swept over the bustling crowd from time to time, as if he was looking for someone.

"Why didn't Qingcheng come?" All the guys in the Longmen Dart Bureau crowded in the front row to push and shove, and Badou suddenly clicked on the number of people and wondered.

"If you don't come, you don't come! Maybe she didn't want to see such a bloody scene. Yingluo didn't think so.

"You idiot, Qingcheng martial arts are so good that you are afraid of bloody scenes?" Hachito couldn't bear it.

"I'm going to find her!" Jing Qi's face turned pale, and he immediately turned around and withdrew from the crowd.

"Don't!" Sanjin, who was engrossed in it, suddenly grabbed Jingqi with his backhand and said an intriguing sentence: "Let her do what she wants to do." ”

Jingqi didn't turn back, he was stunned for a while, and his eyes were almost red when he looked at the actions of the head of the house, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the prisoner car: "You told me to watch her go to death?" ”

Sanjin glanced at Badou, "Bang! Jing Qi's back neck was cold, and his eyes were dark.

"I'm sorry, buddy." Hachito looked helplessly at Jingqi who had fainted.

"A person goes to do what he wants to do, whether he is fortunate or unfortunate, if he doesn't do it, he will only regret it for a lifetime. Bravely did it, no matter what the result was, it was happy in her opinion. Sanjin looked at the procession thoughtfully.

When the prisoner car procession reached the end of the street and was about to march to the court, a dark shadow suddenly passed over the procession.

"Stop, stop!! There are assassins! Watch the prisoners! Watch the prisoners!! The sharp-eyed leader who walked in front immediately stopped his horse and raised his hand to command.

Before everyone could react, the rear of the team was already screaming and blood splattering. Between the swords and swords, Nangong Hong, who was stunned in the prisoner car, stared blankly at the petite black-clothed man in the bloodbath team, every blow was merciless, the knife was deadly, and the exercises were so familiar in his eyes, as if he saw the girl who hid in the backyard fifteen years ago and secretly learned martial arts, dexterous.

By the time he was gone, the man in black had already jumped into the prisoner's cart, and with a wave of his sword, he slashed the chains and opened the door to untie him. There were constant wails, and the streets exploded, and the townspeople scurried around with their heads in their hands and screaming.

"Orange ...... Orange? ”

The rope is loosened.

"You're killing yourself!"

A cold sword swung behind him, and the man in black deftly kicked the person sideways.

"Do you know how much of a risk you have to take?"

The man in black robbed a horse and dragged Nangong Remnant Red and jumped up.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Wandering the world."

The December sun has never been so bright.

Even if the whole world turns its back on you, I am willing to turn my back on the whole world and wander the world with you.

This is what she wants to do, whether fortunate or unfortunate, if she doesn't do it, she will only regret it for the rest of her life.

Bravely did it, no matter what the result was, it was happy in her opinion.

She only knows that she has never regretted that the poems written crookedly on paper in her childhood are deeply imprinted in her heart like an imprint, indelible.

I was not born, and I was old.

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old.

Hate is not born at the same time, and every day is good with you.

I was not born, and I was old.

Although you are not born at the same age, you can also rely on the elderly.

I was not born, and I was old.

Although it is related to thousands of generations, I wish to go against the sky.

I was not born, and I was old.

I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was not born, and I was old.

Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

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