A vicious pain came from the top of Xu Chong's head, piercing through the marrow of his brain, as if someone was hitting his skull with a sharp hammer.

He had another episode of head wind, a disease that had fallen since he was a child, because his father had poured a bucket of cold water over his head when he had not memorized a book. It was the cold winter of Sanjiu, Xu Chong was so cold that he almost lost his breath, and although he was wrapped in a bed of cotton by his mother and sent into the house, the headache still fell.

Especially, when he has a lot of worries that he can't solve.

Xu Chong knew that he should avoid drinking when he had a headache, but today, he didn't want to take care of this, he just wanted to have a good drink and get drunk.

"Mother, I'll go out." After retracting his gaze from the ruins of Wanjia, he turned around and said something to Old Lady Xu.

"It's getting dark, where are you going?"

"Nanshan Hall."

***

The figures on the stage are crowded, colorful clothes are fluttering, and the people in the audience follow the performances of the people in the play or cheer or lament, as if they are in the play. There is only one person who is different from others, although his eyes fall on the stage, his mind does not know where to drift.

It seemed that only the pot of wine in his hand was real, and the real sweetness pierced his throat and head, making him feel that he was also real, a living person who really existed in this world.

"Okay." The people around applauded as a dragged high pitch applauded.

"Good ......," Xu Chong shouted with them, taking another sip of the flask to his mouth.

The wine slid down his throat and landed in his empty stomach, and he grinned, enjoying the feeling of being stung by the spirits.

"Brother Xu?"

A voice came from behind, Xu Chong burped, and when he turned around, he saw a face, a little familiar in the strange.

***

"Yesterday I said I was going to find you, Brother Xu, but I didn't expect to meet you today." Zhao Zimai looked at Xu Chong's slightly flushed face, he hadn't seen him for so many years, and the Xu Chong in his heart didn't seem to have changed at all, especially the eagle-like sharp eyes, even if he ate wine, it was difficult to hide the light in them. The figure is still thin and strong, and there is no sign of fortune because of staying away from officialdom.

The only change was the three extra lines in the depths of his eyebrows, which were very deep, like a knife carving them.

"Brother Xu, I remember that you rarely eat alcohol, and you said that it is easy to make mistakes after drinking, so ......"

"There is nothing that remains the same in the world, just like when I saw you back then, you were still a white and fat child, and now you are half a head taller than me, and you are still the general judgment of Shun Tianfu."

Xu Chong smiled at Zhao Zimai, poured the glass of wine he poured for himself into his mouth, the wine fell into his stomach, and the spicy sensation made his head hurt, he couldn't help it, and frowned like a twitch.

"Haven't healed from the head wind?" Zhao Zimai originally remembered to pour wine for him, but when he saw him like this, he sat down again, pressing his fingers on the lid of the pot.

Xu Chong covered his head and laughed loudly, and moved the wine glass forward, "Fill it, the two of us haven't seen each other for many years, and we will definitely eat it today." And Zimai, you know what? Some diseases can't be cured in a lifetime, since that's the case, why bother so much, there is wine today and drunk today, help me pour it. ”

He is a little different from him, Xu Chong, whom Zhao Zimai knows, has always been rigorous and thoughtful, and he sometimes even feels that Xu Chong is a bit boring and self-disciplined. But his father said that it was these qualities that made Xu Chong a world-famous catcher at a young age.

"Thinking independently and being good to oneself, it is the word 'alone' that makes Xu Chong invincible. But it is difficult for such a person to be an official in the court. Zhao Zimai still remembered the regretful look on his father when he said this, that day, it was the day when Xu Chong left the capital for him.

"Why did you insist on leaving back then, was it because you were tired of officialdom stepping on high and praising low and deceiving me?" Zhao Zimai looked at Xu Chong, who was sitting opposite, and asked a sentence that had been pressed in his heart for many years, "But the Xu Tongju I know is not a timid person." ”

Xu Chong seemed to be really a little drunk, he lay on the table, raised his eyes to look at Zhao Zimai, and after a while, there was a rumbling laugh in his chest.

"I'm afraid, Zimai, you know what? I'm really scared. His face rubbed against his arm, like a child, "Since I was a child, my biggest fear is failure, because as long as I make a mistake, what I wait for will be my father's reproach." I've suffered everything, beating, scolding, and not giving me food, these things are like commonplace. I always seemed to be wrong in my father's eyes, and the most interesting thing was that there were some things that I knew I were wrong, and some things that I didn't even know where I was wrong......"

He laughed again, his voice trembling as if it could be cut off at any time, "I sometimes think that if my father hadn't gone early, maybe I wouldn't have survived, doesn't this sound like a big rebellion, but Zimai, that's what I really think." I know that you will not understand, and people like Lord Zhao will definitely not punish their children casually, so I know that you will not empathize. ”

"He would, but in a different way."

Zhao Zimai answered in his heart, he looked at Xu Chong, and found that he seemed to be talking to himself now, not to himself, "So, when I found out that those people, those people with bad intentions, always want to find fault with me, and even ...... Even when I started to slander, I was really scared. I thought of my father, and I felt like he was all these people, staring at me from behind, ready to swallow me at any moment. ”

"I think it's better to leave a good name and leave while Long is in favor of you, than to be trampled under your feet one day."

Speaking of this, he laughed again, rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingers, as if trying to smooth out the lines on it, "What a spicy hand catches fast, it's just a coward who runs away, a coward......"

"Brother Xu, you're drunk, I'll send you back." Zhao Zimai suddenly hated himself, why did he mention this matter, some wounds can only be licked silently by himself, even if he can't heal for a lifetime, he shouldn't be peeped at by others, let alone an arrogant person like Xu Chong.

He got up and walked to Xu Chong's side, reaching out to support his arm, "It's too late, if you don't go back, aunt should be in a hurry." ”

As soon as his wrist hurt, he found that Xu Chong's big hand was tightly clamping on him.

"Zimai, do you believe it...... Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world? Xu Chong's voice was very soft, but his red eyes grabbed Zhao Zimai's gaze.