Dalin Village is a very small village, with a total of more than 30 households and less than 200 people, and its name comes from the fact that there is a huge forest behind the village.

The trees in the woods are dense and luxuriant, the environment is dark and humid, and the sun cannot be seen during the day or the stars at night, and even the people in the village dare not go too deep into the forest, because it is difficult to get out as long as they get lost.

But Yang Zheng is not afraid of getting lost, he likes to run around in the woods since he was a child, and when he is old, he has to stay in this forest for an hour or two every day, and sometimes he sneaks out at night. No one knew what he was doing in the woods, and he didn't let anyone join him, not even Lu Suwen.

It was the first time he had brought her.

He took her to turn left and right in the dense forest, and walked for more than half an hour, until he came to a spring hidden in the deepest part of the dense forest, and saw a dilapidated and simple cabin.

There was a big rusty lock on the small door of the wooden house, and there was only a bed, a table, a chair, a thick bowl, a tile lamp, and a red clay stove, everything was covered with dust, the corners of the house were densely cobwebed, and the moss in front of the door was thick and green, and it was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

When someone lived here in the past, his life must have been very simple, lonely, and hard.

Lu Suwen couldn't help but ask Yang Zheng: "This is where your father lived in the end?" ”

Yang Zheng was silent for a long time, with that respectful and painful expression on his face, and it took a long time before he said word by word: "Yes, in the year before his old man's death, he would stand at this window every day, waiting for me to come and see him." “

It was dark, the oil in the lamp had burned out, and Lu Suwen silently wiped the dust in the house in the dark.

Yang Zheng turned over a wooden plank on the ground and took out a rusty iron box from the hole in the ground under the plank.

There was actually a fire fold in the iron box.

He lit the fire fold, and Lu Suwen saw a weapon that she had never seen before.

As soon as the fire folded, there was a strangely shaped blade in the iron box, and a cold light flashed, approaching Lu Suwen's eyebrows.

She couldn't help but shudder: "What is this?" ”

"It's a weapon, the one my father used when he was alive."

Yang Zheng's expression was gloomy: "This is also the only relic that my father left for me, but his old man repeatedly warned me that not only must I not use it until the moment of life and death, but I can't even say it." ”

"I've also seen a lot of people in the rivers and lakes, and I've seen all kinds of blades and weapons." Lu Suwen said: "But I have never seen anything like this. ”

"Of course you haven't seen it, it's a weapon like no other."

Yang Zheng said: "My father gave it a special name, called the parting hook. For whatever this hook hooks will cause parting, and if he hooks your hand, your hand will be parted from your wrist; If it hooks your feet, your feet will part with your legs, and if it hooks your throat, you will part with the world? ”

Lu Suwen was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "This is a very cruel weapon. ”

Yang Zheng stared at Lu Suwen: his voice was filled with a tenderness that was almost close to pain: "I don't want to part, I don't want to part with you." I'm going to use this parting hook, just to be with you, to be together forever and forever, and never to be separated again. ”

Lu Suwen confessed what he meant, and he also understood his feelings for her, and he understood it very well.

But she couldn't help but shed tears.

Fortunately, the fire fold had been extinguished at this time, and Yang Zheng could no longer see her face or her tears.

There is never killing and hatred, and the two of them are always so peaceful and quiet, even in the dark, it is sweet.

Lu Suwen's heart was cramping, her lips had been bitten out of blood, and she even tried her best to keep Yang Zheng and live with her in this kind of ghost place for the rest of her life. But she was calm, because she knew that what he was going to do was what he had to do, and if he didn't, the two of them would face the possibility of parting forever every day, and their children would face the danger of being used as a potted plant.

She also knows Yang Zheng's inner struggle during this time, there is absolutely nothing more painful for a man to come and go than to turn his back on his own ideas, this pain can make a thirty-year-old young man age overnight, and can turn a fresh beating heart into a lifeless stone.

So she would rather endure the torment herself than stop her man from doing what he thinks he should do.

How much courage does it take for a woman to do this?

It's dawn. Yang Zheng has quietly left.

She knew he was gone, but she pretended to be asleep, and he didn't alarm her.

Because they can no longer bear the pain of saying goodbye

The stone steps outside the Zhu Gate of the Hou Mansion are long and wide, flat and bright as a mirror, the situation in the Hou Mansion can not be seen from the gate at all, there is a huge stone screen carved nine unicorns with colored porcelain in the door, which completely blocks the sight, the voice of the people behind the wall is silent, and even a little sound can not be heard.

There was a sound of footsteps from behind the screen, and a fat steward came out, his eyes were almost open above his head, and he turned his face up and said to Yang Zheng: "Master Hou agrees with you and tells you to go in." ”

This person must be a subordinate with a very high status in the Hou Mansion, if he does not have enough status, he will definitely not be so arrogant, and if he is not a subordinate, he does not need to be so arrogant.

Behind the high wall is a very large yard, where no flowers and trees are planted, and there are no goldfish.

There is only a huge ancient iron tripod in the courtyard, but it sets off the solemnity and vastness of this courtyard.

The door of the front hall was closed, and I couldn't see the inside, only the carved pillars in front of the porch that no two people could hold together, and the dripping cornices towering under the white clouds.

In this kind of place, one can truly understand the power of wealth and power, and this place is too big to bury all the evidence, and so big enough to press all the things that are not good for the owner of this place deep into the ground.

Yang Zheng walked three hundred steps to the door of the hall, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

The door of the hall was at least two people tall enough to walk seven or eight people side by side, but the sunlight gradually faded and disappeared as it shone through the door, illuminating less than a fifth of the outside of the hall.

The hall was larger and deeper than the courtyard outside, and the large one needed to be seen by lighting hundreds of arm-thick candles in two rows in broad daylight.

Walking down the hall towards the depths, there was a man sitting in the depths of the hall.

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ps：

The old man who sharpened the knife originally wrote, but later he was dissatisfied and deleted it, this guy's origin is very weird, it is rumored to have something to do with Xiao blood and tears in "Heroes Without Tears", and I can't find too much connection after reading it, if there is "The Style in a Sword", it is more appropriate to put it there.

I lost a total of 110 pounds of fishing today, and the pole was broken, and the buddy cut a bamboo and continued to do it, wahaha~~

Ask for a ticket, ask for a ticket, rob the ticket, and hand it over!! It's almost two thousand, how I want to add more on Monday :)

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