Jingguo Jingdu, more than 3,000 miles to the west, there is a small green mountain, the mountain is not high, and it is nameless.

There is a Qingshan town at the foot of the mountain, the townspeople make good use of the unique green plum on the mountain to make wine, the name of the wine breaks the green mountain, and it is a little famous in a radius of 100 miles. Although Qingshan Town is a little remote, even if the wine is deep in the alley, it attracts many tourists to come to play every year by relying on a little "wine name", so the town is also rich, and the people have no worries about food and clothing.

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"Singing during the day must be indulged in wine, and youth is a good companion to return to the hometown. ”

In the wine shop at the entrance of Qingshan Town, a clear young man's voice came.

The last word "er" was tossed and turned, but the words were clear, which showed that the person who recited the poem had just the right wine, no more, no less, and the interest was just right. One point is no more, one point is not less, one point more, a little madness, one point less, how can there be an interest in wine and poetry.

This young man is none other than the young man under the plum in the Jingdu Plum Garden that day - Mei Wangchen.

His current appearance is much worse than when he was in the mirror capital before, his clothes are torn everywhere, his hair is scattered, his long hair is knotted at will behind his back, unkempt, and his handsome face is black and yellow, which makes people unable to see his true face.

If it is said that when he sneaked out of the plum garden before, Mei Wangchen deliberately pretended to be ugly and miserable, but now it is really miserable, where is it like a son and brother who was pampered in the past.

"Brother Mei, what are you humming, I don't understand the old man, I think you drink this little wine, and then shout this or two sentences loudly, it's so hard!"

This is the owner of this small wine shop, surnamed Yu fifty or sixty years old, gray hair, living in this Qingshan Town all his life, and brewing wine all his life, he has not read any books, and he has no knowledge. But in the past few days, I have really gained knowledge, a poor sour boy who is fifteen or sixteen years old, from a foreign country, actually came to buy wine to drink, even if he drinks, he can also drink, and he drinks as much as the adults who come to the wine shop to buy drunk on weekdays, and his temperament is also hearty, and he is generous, and he mingles with those drunkards in a few days, you say this is not strange.

"Old man Yu, what do you know, Brother Mei is reading poetry, which is something that only those rich people from the old man's family can learn, of course you don't know about winemaking, right, Brother Mei?"

The atmosphere in the small wine shop was lively all of a sudden, and other drinkers also joked one after another, and it was not a big deal to see the excitement. That's what drinking is, if there's nothing to do, then what's the taste of drinking.

Old man Yu scolded his mother a few times, looked at Mei Wangchen with blank eyes, and hoped that he would say something fair, in this poor and remote Qingshan Town, he could lose everything, and he couldn't lose face......

Mei Wangchen laughed a few times, laughed and scolded, "Where are there so many twists and turns, what a poor boy, a rich man, it's all bullshit, just drink a little wine, say a few words of wine, pretend, if I change it, for example...... Hey, Liu Lao Wu, you drank too much and took off your pants and farted, as long as you speak smoothly, the momentum will not be bad at all. ”

There was another burst of laughter in the small wine shop, Old Man Yu had a face, how happy he was laughing, and Liu Lao Wu, who had opened his mouth to stir up trouble before, was blushing, and he couldn't wait to find a place to dig a pit and get in.

Some drinkers who knew a few words probably understood the meaning of Mei Wangchen's poem, and said, "Brother Mei, listen to what you mean, is this going home?"

"Go home, what are you going to, I just ran out of the house, and the ghost just went back!"

"Then you have been with us for so many days, won't you be preparing to stay in our Qingshan, marry a wife and have children?"

Another burst of laughter.

"Although Qingshan is good, it is not a place to return. ”

"I'm here again, and I'll say something that everyone can understand!"

Mei Wangchen just laughed, but didn't speak.

He looked outside the liquor store and saw a lone figure kneeling at the intersection in the distance.

Mei Wangchen silently calculated the number of days in his heart, thinking that the time was almost up, and if he dragged it out, he was afraid that he would delay the time. Thinking so, he smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, drank the broken green mountain wine in the cup in one gulp, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and threw it on the table.

"Old Yutou, I invited this wine today. ”

Everyone seemed to have become accustomed to the generosity of this young man dressed like a beggar, and it seemed that this was not the first time that he had invited a drinker.

The flattery of the drinkers rang out.

Mei Wangchen didn't care, smiled at everyone, and strode out of the wine shop, but he didn't go in the direction of the inn where he lived on weekdays, but went straight to the intersection, squatted down next to the kneeling lonely figure, and looked at each other calmly.

It was a thin young man, who should be slightly younger than Mei Wangchen, but he was too thin and skinny. If you only take a cursory look at the figure, you think it's a child kneeling on the ground.

The clothes on the emaciated boy's body were in tatters, and the bruise-purple scars on the boy's body could be seen through the holes in the clothes. The young man was nothing special except for being thin, and his appearance was ordinary, except that the pair of sword eyebrows on his forehead turned from thick to thin, like two sharp swords, wanting to pierce the firmament.

The sword-eyed boy naturally has a sword.

An ordinary iron sword, stuck beside him, without a hilt, was wrapped around the end with rags from nowhere, so as not to hurt the enemy at the same time, but also hurt himself.

The iron sword was ordinary, but there were some unusual blood stains on it. The rags wrapped around the hands were even more soaked in blood, not blood red, but already black.

On the side of the iron sword, a straw mat was held to cover a thing. More than a dozen flies flew around the straw mat, but they didn't dare to land on the straw mat, let alone get close to the delicious blood that had already coagulated on the iron sword. Maybe even the flies felt the dead and ominous aura emanating from the thin sword-eyebrow boy.

But even when they sensed the danger, the flies were still ready to move, flying around. The reason is simple, because under the straw mat is a corpse that emits a foul smell.

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"You can't just leave it like this. I don't know how long it took for Mei Wangchen to speak, his eyes still calmly looking at the thin sword-eyed young man.

But the other party was still kneeling, did not look at him, bowed his head slightly, and his eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hair, so that people could not see clearly.

Mei Wangchen continued to say to himself: "The first day I came to Qingshan Town, you were already here, and it has been seven or eight days. Originally, I just heard that the wine was good, and I thought that since it was a stopper, I would come and taste it, and if the wine was too intoxicating, I would stay here for one more night and leave the next day. No matter how good the wine is, it can't keep me because I'm in a bit of a hurry. ”

If you are in a hurry, why do you live for so many days?

That is naturally the wine does not keep people, people keep people.

He came to say these words, of course, because of the man who heard them.

The thin sword-eyed young man was still indifferent, and it seemed that he hadn't heard Mei Wangchen speak at all, or that he was deaf.

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After another long period of silence, Mei Wangchen squatted and leaned forward, a little closer to the face of the thin sword-eyed young man, intentionally or unintentionally pressing his body as high as the kneeling young man opposite.

Suddenly, Mei Wangchen's eyes emitted an indescribable light, some mild, some cold, two diametrically opposed emotions actually appeared in a person's eyes, and his voice was also a little fluctuating, like the temptation of death, and some sacred, "I think you are very interesting, or ...... Come with me, won't you?"

The thin sword-eyed young man finally raised his head and looked at Mei Wangchen. What kind of eyes were they! There was not the slightest hint of life, as if kneeling on the ground was a wall, a stone, just a talker.

The boy's hoarse voice finally rang out.

"Money. ”

The light in Mei Wangchen's eyes suddenly dissipated, and he squatted up straight with a wry smile, and the expression on his face gradually became a scoundrel, as if he was not alone from the calm and serious person just now.

It took a long time to hold back a sentence.

"Uh...... For the sake of me waiting for you for so many days, can you give you a discount?"

The thin sword-eyed young man lowered his head again, raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and gestured with the word "one", and then ignored it.

Mei Wangchen's handsome face, blackened by dust, changed from a scoundrel to helplessness.

I vaguely heard him muttering in a low voice, "I knew earlier...... Bring more money with you when you go out......"

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In Qingshan Town, about a month ago, a strange teenager who was seriously injured suddenly came.

The young man fainted early in the morning at the entrance of the town, and was so badly injured that he did not live when he saw it.

The young man had a bloody iron sword pinned to his waist, and a little girl was still on his back, but unfortunately the little girl was dead, and judging by the appearance of the corpse, she should have been dead for a long time.

Qingshan Town is located in a remote area, and the people are simple. When the people of the town saw that the seriously injured boy was pitiful, they treated him a little, and they didn't expect to be saved, but they just did their best.

Who would have thought that he would really be saved. The boy not only lived, but also got so good that he was almost close to a demon, and he was able to move freely and move freely in just three or four days.

The people in the town were originally the Zhang family's mouthful of rice, and the Li family's mouthful of porridge raised seriously injured teenagers, but where have they seen such a strange thing, since the day the boy got better, he cut off the porridge and rice. The boy didn't ask for it, but he went into the mountains for half a day every day, and he didn't know what to rely on for food, so he barely survived anyway.

In fact, there is another reason why people dare not care about the boy anymore, and that is because the boy always carries the sword by his side.

Naturally, there are well-informed people in the town, and they all say that the sword is stained with human blood, and this young man has killed people!

In the past few days, the town was always in fear, and the townspeople privately discussed whether to drive the boy out of town. The government naturally doesn't care, and no one else takes over this hot potato, so it has to be stopped.

As the days passed, the boy didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but every day when he came back from the mountains, he would pick up the body of the little girl and kneel at the entrance of the town.

According to the rules of the market, the young man picked up an ear of wheat, took a quick stone and pressed it on the ground, and the sound of "wheat" was "selling", which was the meaning of selling his body and burying his relatives.

The people in Qingshan Town were relieved to see that the young man understood the rules of the market, and that he had neither made noise nor made trouble for several days, and he must not be crazy or stupid. Although he kneels at the entrance of the town like this every day, it is always a little unsightly, which will scare those beautiful students who come to Qingshan Town to play with Qingshan wine, and the income in the town will definitely be affected. But looking at the bloodstained iron sword in the young man's hand, as well as the lifeless eyes, he knelt with him, more is better than less, it is not easy for everyone to live in the troubled times......

However, more than a month has passed, and the boy still has not sold himself, and the body of the little girl is still hanging at the entrance of the town every day. It's not that there are no well-wishers from other towns who have asked for the price, even if the warm-hearted people in the town see that the young man is really pitiful, they want to fulfill the young man's heart. It's just that......

It's just that the price demanded by the boy was so high that it made people think that he didn't want to sell himself at all, and he didn't want to bury the dead little girl under the straw mat next to him, even if someone inquired that the little girl was his own sister.

One hundred taels of silver.

A hundred taels of silver?

What can a hundred taels do?

One hundred taels can buy a hundred good altars of broken green mountains, and drink until you are drunk and dream of death.

One hundred taels can cover all the warblers and swallows in the most famous Qingxia Building in the town, singing happily for days and days, more than half a month.

One hundred taels can buy the best liquor store in the old Yutou of Zhenzikou, even if he always says that his store is a century-old store.

A hundred taels can do too much, but it never includes buying the life of the strange boy, the reason is simple, because he is not worth it.

Even among all the towns within a radius of 100 miles, Qingshan Town, which is a little more abundant, is still a huge amount of money, and no fool will pay this money for a little ridiculous sympathy, not to mention that this young man looks really weird, he doesn't like to talk, and he always carries a bloodstained iron sword by his side......

So the strange boy has become a joke among the people of Qingshan Town after tea and dinner, and it has also become a neurotic in the eyes of tourists, and occasionally the drinker will scold after drinking too much, but no one cares about it anymore, no one cares, and gradually seems to be forgotten by people.

The strange young man at the entrance of the town may have been forgotten by many people, but the old man will not, because his family's liquor store is in the town, in the best position, which is also the most proud thing in his life, but how proud he used to be, how frustrated he is now, or with a little anger, all because of the thin figure who can be seen from a distance in his family's liquor store.

In early spring, it is not hot, but the corpse will always rot after a long time, so there is a smell of rot spreading every day at the entrance of Qingshan Town, and there is naturally a faint smell of rot fermenting in the wine shop of Lao Yutou, which makes his recent business a lot worse, no foreign tourists are willing to go to his store, tourists are going to the town, hoping to get as far away from the town as possible, and the farther away from this rotten smell as possible.

The old man was angry and angry, but he never drove away the kneeling boy, but would serve a small bowl of broken green mountains every day and still give it to the young man. The boundary of Qingshan is heavy, otherwise every household in the town will make wine, and the wine of breaking Qingshan has been passed down from generation to generation, and it was used to drive away the cold earlier.

Not long after the young man's injuries healed, he didn't have a serious place to live on weekdays, going up and down the mountain, eating and raining, and the cold in his body was too heavy...... If he gets sick again and dies at the entrance of the town, will he do this business or not! The old man Yu Tou still carried a small bowl of broken green mountains as in the past, and walked out of the door of the wine shop to the kneeling young man, he lowered his head and thought angrily, but his feet did not stop.

When he got closer, Xiaojiuwan was still in front of the young man, but he found that there was an extra squatting figure next to him, and looking at the back, it turned out to be the same strange young man - Mei Ge'er.

Lao Yutou raised his hand and rubbed his somewhat dry old eyes vigorously to make sure that he was not dazzled, because he saw the rare broad-minded brother in his wine shop...... Counting money on the ground......