The bright moon, inlaid in the dark sky, is clearly shining with the cold stars, but it is like a fake painting in a closed space, which is obviously beautiful and thrilling, but the depressed person can't breathe.

Tang Buxiu sat on a small hillside, holding a jar of spirits in his hand, and drank it one after another. The wine drenched his face, flowed into his chest, rolled down to the placket of his clothes, and smeared with drunken flowers, both bohemian and vibrant.

The long hair that had been tied up fell out, covering half of his face. He looked at the bright moon in the distance through a few strands of hair, and only felt that the moon tonight seemed to have been cut into several pieces by some cruel swordsman, but he still pretended not to care, stubbornly put himself into the original shape, continued to laugh, continued to go crazy, and continued to illuminate.

At his feet were two broken jars of wine, wafting the residual smell of wine, attracting some drunken reptiles, drunk and dying.

Not far away, the blue waves are rippling, singing and laughing, and a red wine road reflects half of the sky, outlining the charm of the heart, but also carrying the sorrow and sorrow of the fireworks woman.

There was a bright moon in the sky, a round on the river, and a moon floated on each of the fragments of the three wine jars. Some are big and some are small, some are bright and some are turbid, obviously different, but they are the same round.

Tang Buxiu dropped the wine jar in his hand, and there were two more moons on the ground.

He began counting the moons in heaven and on earth: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." He poured his head back into a sip of spirits, shook his head and smiled, "The poet is sentimental and sentimental, and the mixed people think about the impermanence for months." He leaned back and lay directly on the ground, his clothes unfolded, like a black butterfly.

Qinghe walked out from behind the tree, took a small step, and wanted to walk towards Tang Buzhi.

A stone struck her in the forefoot, stopping her movements.

Tang Bu said: "Go away." ”

Qinghe said: "Engong, you drank too much, the wind here is hard, and it is easy to get cold." As he spoke, he took another leg.

Tang Buxiu said quietly: "I'm drunk." ”

Qinghe said: "Qinghe serves Engong to rest. ”

Tang snorted and laughed. He said, "I'm drunk, and if you come near, I'll be ...... Slowly closing his eyes, he said lightly, "Kill you." ”

The last three words are not gritting teeth, but fluttering like a gust of wind, but blowing people's hairs stand on end, and they will not question the truth of this sentence.

Qinghe poked out the tip of his foot and retracted it.

The night wind was getting colder and colder, and she was shivering from the cold, so she simply squatted down and hugged her body tightly, but she was so stubborn that she refused to leave.

Time slipped quietly through his fingers, the lights on the river were extinguished one by one, the whole Qiu Cheng was like a trapped beast closed its eyes, and the surroundings were so quiet that the sound of heartbeat could be heard, Tang Bu Bu opened his eyes and stood up.

When Qinghe heard the movement, he immediately opened his eyes, stood up, and ran out from behind the tree with his arms in his arms, his upper and lower teeth kept knocking, obviously freezing lightly.

Tang Buxiu walked on the front foot, she followed her heels, and said tremblingly: "Engong, I know a house, the owner of the house has just left, and he won't come back for the time being, why don't you go and stay for one night?" ”

Tang Buxiu stopped, suddenly turned around, grabbed her neck, and pressed her whole body to the tree.

The pain caused by the spine hitting the trunk of the tree made Qinghe snort.

Tang Buxiu stared at Qinghe's eyes viciously, and said, "I don't want to die, stay away from the deity." ”

Qinghe shed tears in horror and wet the veil covering her face, allowing the hideousness on her face to be revealed. She tried to speak, but she couldn't make any sound. The whole person, like a fish thrown on the shore and exposed to the sun, can only open its mouth pitifully and in vain, waiting for death to come.

Tang Buxiu let go of his hand and said ruthlessly: "The deity saved your life, you blocked the disaster for the deity, and you don't owe each other." If you don't let go of anyone else, there is only one death, which is the end. ”

Qinghe covered his neck, looked at Tang Buxiu, his body shrunk, but his voice was extremely serious, and said: "Engong saved Qinghe's life, Qinghe's life is Engong's." If Engong dislikes Qinghe's dirty body and is not worthy of serving Engong, Qinghe doesn't want to live in the world and be bullied. With that, he turned around and went straight to the river at the bottom of the mountain, and jumped.

Tang Buxiu watched Qinghe sink into the river, his eyes moved slightly, and finally made a move, scooped the person out of the river, and threw it on the shore.

Qinghe coughed, spit out a big mouthful of river water, and said weakly: "Born here, grown up here, and died here, it is also what Qinghe wants, and Engong should not save Qinghe." ”

Tang Buxiu said: "If you really want to die, there are thousands of ways, but you don't have to tell the deity, and then die." ”

Qinghe froze and looked at Tang Buxiu.

Tang Buxiu said: "You appeared suddenly, but your eyes are very similar to Liu Fusheng. Although Qiu Yuebai is cloudy, it is undeniable that he knows everything about every grass and tree in Autumn City. How could he not know your appearance? The deity always feels that it is not easy for you to come to the deity. Now, you give the deity a reason so that the deity can allow you to be around. ”

Qinghe got up from the ground, and her white dress wrapped around her delicate body was exposed, but Tang Buxiu ignored it.

Qinghe looked at Tang Buxiu's eyes and said, "If Engong wants to know, Qinghe will tell you the truth." Qinghe was originally a fisherwoman, and she was born good-looking since she was a child, and she was coveted. My mother was afraid that I would be robbed, so she painted my face with mud all day long, and lied to the public that I was ugly. When he was fourteen years old, his father died in the belly of the river, and his mother couldn't afford to be sick. In order to see my mother, I ...... I turned a fishing boat into a flower boat. When my mother saw a man pedaling the boat, she was so angry that she threw herself into the river and committed suicide. Tears crackled and fell, strung in rows.

She gritted her teeth and continued: "When the man saw that I was good-looking, sweet-talking, and gentle, he coaxed me out of Autumn City with him. He rented a small house and kept me in it. I thought that he really loved me, but because I was from a humble background, he didn't dare to explain to his parents that he wanted Ming Media to marry me. No, not only does he have a group of wives and concubines, but he only treats me as a plaything!

Once, he was going to travel for business and take me with him. Road encountered robbers, he ...... He gave me away for amusement in exchange for his own life. Fortunately, the group of robbers was ruthless and killed him directly! I hated him, and I hated myself, jumping straight down the mountain. It was dark, and the robbers couldn't find me, so they gave up. I am not dead, but I am disfigured. After several tosses, he survived. Three years later, she returned to Autumn City and continued to be a fisherwoman. Although he did not die of hunger, he was often bullied. He touched his face with his hand, "Originally, I thought that this scar was my calamity. But sometimes, it is precisely because of this scar that I can live a pure life. The men who coveted me, when they saw the scar, all turned away. There was the cowardly one who would beat and scold me, saying that I had frightened him. Scold...... The world is greedy for money and lustful, but they spit on the remnants of flowers and willows.

Some people say that my eyes are extremely beautiful, like Liu Fusheng, the first beauty in the rivers and lakes. Do you know what this means to me? This means that those men who can't get Liu Fusheng will come to humiliate me! I sometimes wonder why God made me have such eyes?! If I had jumped and died directly, it would have been better than living like now, without people and ghosts! ”

Tang Buxiu reached out and tore off Qinghe's veil and took a closer look at her scar. These scars do look like two or three years, not more than ten years. In this way, Qinghe and Liu Fusheng should have nothing to do with each other.

The autumn wind swept the cold current, fluttering past him, Qinghe shivered, hugged his body tightly, lowered his head, and said unnaturally: "This face, I am scared when I look at it." After a while, he continued, "This dress is also left from before. After knowing that Eun Gong was silent, I thought that I had to dress up, even if I died, I couldn't disgrace Eun Gong. ”

Tang Buxiu asked, "How old are you this year?" ”

Qinghe replied: "Qinghe is seventeen years old this year. ”

Tang Buxiu retracted his sharp gaze, returned the veil to Qinghe, and said, "Find a place to recuperate, there will be a fierce battle in three days." ”

Qinghe's face was overjoyed, and he said excitedly: "Engong, are you willing to take Qinghe in?" ”

Tang Buxiu said: "Qinghe, you are wrong. ”

Qinghe's face was puzzled and panicked, and asked, "What does Engong mean?" ”

Tang Buxiu replied: "Right now, it's you who take in the deity. ”

Qinghe was slightly stunned, then smiled happily and said, "Engong, let's go to that unmanned house to rest for a while." "Put your face back on your face.

Tang Buxiu bowed slightly, and under the guidance of Qinghe, he went to the house.

Although Autumn City is prosperous, not everyone is clothed. Qinghe said that the private house is located in a secluded place on the mountain, which is relatively hidden. If it weren't for Qinghe to lead the way, others would not be able to find it here.

Pushing open the door, the furnishings in the room were extremely shabby.

A simple bed made of wooden nails, a dark and black table with no color to discern, and two broken bowls on the table, I don't know whether they were used for eating or drinking. The walls are made of wooden stakes and mud, and it is hot in summer and cold in winter, although it can keep out the wind and rain, but it is by no means a good place to live. There is a window in the house, which is very small and only for ventilation. Even so, there was a fishy smell floating in the air, like the carcasses of animals, the fur that had been peeled off. A curved bow and a few rabbit skins on the wall can prove the identity of the original owner, who is a hunter.

Such a hidden location, if Orion didn't personally bring Qinghe here, it would be difficult for others to find out. Moreover, Qinghe is so familiar with the furnishings here, so she knows that this is not the first time she has been here. A hunter who lives alone, a helpless fisherwoman, the relationship can be seen at a glance.

Where did Orion go, Tang Buzhi didn't bother to ask. Although he believed some of Qinghe's words, he was still vigilant. In this world, there is only one person who can be trusted with all his heart, and that is the mushroom.

After Tang Buzhi looked around for a week, he sat directly on the bed.

Qinghe lowered his eyes and whispered, "It's really shabby here." Biting his lower lip, he looked at Tang Buxiu, "Engong will rest for a while, and Qinghe will go and boil some hot water." ”

Tang Buxiu lay on the bed, ignoring Qinghe.

Qinghe turned around and went to the kitchen, took off the veil on his face, skillfully made a fire to cook porridge, and dried his dress. The orange flames jumped on her face, and there was an eerie sense of disobedience. The left side of the face is as beautiful as a fairy, and the right side is ugly like a demon.