It's been more than three months, and today is 900 days. Huzi sat in the main hall of the Drum Tower, and Xiao Jiu's voice and smile were still in front of him.

It's not that he recalls the past, but that there is indeed a Xiao Jiu, babbling and moving on the stage with the fluttering gongs and drums and the sound of the huqin--the earth binding. The saying that the Drum Tower is haunted is not a rumor, but many people have seen it, with noses and eyes, the more it spreads, the more evil it becomes, but in fact, in Huzi's view, it seems that Xiao Jiu is reluctant to let go of this square inch of the world, leaving a shadow here, in the dead of night, come out to sing a paragraph, and have a good time.

"Need ...... Did I take him? Huzi asked timidly.

"You don't need to...... He doesn't hurt anyone. Chen Banzhu also sat next to Huzi, "In the end, it was my son, he didn't have a choice when he was learning art, but I can see that he really likes it." I didn't expect him to be fine until he died...... Just let him be here, I have a thought. ”

It's really not necessary, it's good to leave Xiao Jiu behind. Huzi thought to himself, this is not only the thought of the Chen class master, but also his own thoughts.

"Do you listen here every night?" Huzi changed his posture to sit more comfortably and asked.

Class Master Chen laughed: "How can it? Jiu'er is now a horn, and she has a big temper! I want to come to the theater every night, but he doesn't want to sing every day. When I did, I came to listen and take a look. If you can't meet it, you can do whatever you should do. People die like lights go out, just such a wisp of remnants singing and dancing, it's already a beautiful thing, I can't force anything more. There are so many mouths waiting for dinner up and down the Drum Tower, and it is not a national funeral, so I can't stop the show for three years because my son is gone. ”

Huzi saw that Class Master Chen also wanted to open it, so he just nodded and didn't say anything more.

"Why did you come here in the middle of the night?" Class Master Chen suddenly asked, "After Xiao Jiu left, you never came here again...... I heard that on the day the cannon was fired in the city, you asked someone to carry the infirmary. ”

"I was a little injured and lay on the kang for a while." Huzi didn't shy away from it, "I once went to worship in front of Xiaojiu's grave, but I just remembered that I should come here to see, and I was afraid that it would be embarrassing to see people I didn't want to see, so I came in the middle of the night, but I didn't expect to see such a scene." ”

"You said that the person you don't want to see is Chu An?" Chen Banzhu didn't look over, "You can't say it's me, right?" ”

"Chu An...... Where is it now? Huzi also turned his head to look at Class Master Chen.

The black light was blinding, and the Chen class master couldn't see Huzi's expression, but he felt that he was stared at by this young man's eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Chu An, he's gone." ”

Huzi slowly looked away and sighed lightly: "How did you go?" ”

"You should have misunderstood, I mean he left Changtu City." Class Master Chen shook his head, "I can't tolerate him, he naturally wants to leave." In the final analysis, it is my family's family business, or I have the final say. Some people wanted to keep him, but Xiao Jiu refused to leave, and he had to stay here to sing, Chu An was frightened, so he naturally left. I heard that I was going to Beijing? I don't know, and I don't really want to know. ”

Huzi nodded, feeling a little pity in his heart. He had promised Xiao Jiu to avenge him, and Andre bore the brunt, but Chu An must not let go! But people go fast, the sea of people is vast, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, where to find them?

Fortunately, Huzi is not in a hurry now, and the mountains and rivers have met, and they may meet again at some point.

Chen then said: "You don't want to talk about it, how did you get hurt like this? Three months has been painful, but that's it. ”

Huzi smiled and shook his head, not answering. The two of them sat down all night. As the morning light rose, the figures on the stage faded, and the faint gongs and drums were inaudible.

"It's time for me to go." Huzi stood up and bowed to the head of the Chen class, "Those bosses who live in the Drum Tower, it's time to get up and practice, we are a little embarrassed to meet, and we are leaving." ”

"Thank you." Chen Banzhu replied.

"You...... Say what? Huzi was stunned by Chen Banzhu's brainless words.

"I said, thank you." Class Master Chen also stood up and gave Huzi a salute back, "If you have some words, don't break them." What Xiao Jiu said to you, I know a little bit about it, this is a favor that our family owes you. If you want to listen to the play in the future, come here, there is always a private room upstairs for the people of your ghost house. ”

Huzi's nose was sour, and he waved his hand: "Entrusted by people, loyal to people." Since I should inherit it, I also have to take a walk in the sea of swords, mountains and fires, this is what I should do, and I promised Xiao Jiu. You...... Don't take it too seriously. ”

After he said this, he didn't stay any longer, hugged his fists again, and lifted himself out of the courtyard gate of the Drum Tower. Only Chen Banzhu was left alone to stand in place and muttered: "How can you not take it to heart?" That's my son......"

The sun rises and the sun sets, not only for the harvesters, but also for the people in this city. Someone has set up a door face early, and they are going to open the door to do business.

Huzi originally thought that he would just eat something casually and go back to the mountain, but when he turned a street, he remembered the wontons he had eaten at the door of the chicken feather shop again. So he turned back and came to the chicken feather shop not far from the Zhao family's mansion.

Huzi looked at it and rejoiced in his heart - the wonton stall was really still there. Although it is a business in the streets and alleys, there must be a lot of people here to get up early to eat out.

Huzi pulled a small Mazha and sat down to ask for a wonton, but found that this wonton was not the same as the last time he ate. The filling is small, the noodles are yellow, the number is less, and the soup is more, but the only thing that hasn't changed is that the chili pepper is still enough.

"The owner...... Don't buy and sell? Huzi was a little unhappy with this bowl of wontons.

The wonton seller glanced at Huzi and sneered: "This young master, you wear such good clothes, but you can't get used to eating our things." You didn't move your chopsticks, put the bowl down, I won't charge you money. ”

"Hey! Is there anyone you do that? Huzi was also happy when he heard it, "Obviously, when I ate at your place a few months ago, it was much better than this, and I found it after reading this!" ”

When the wonton seller heard this, he also smiled: "This ...... I'm sorry for this young master. You seem to be a rich family, you don't need to buy rice and noodles by yourself, you don't know that the price of this grain has risen. You don't look good, it's not delicious, I'm not right? The official does not release grain, and the man who sells rice and noodles still keeps grain so that it can raise the price again, I ...... Don't look at this bowl of wontons is not rare, I also have a bowl of two people. That's it, and I earn less than before. ”

Li Lintang is a good hunter, and the ghost family doesn't worry about eating meat, and Huzi really doesn't know that the price of this grain in the city has risen like this. Now that I think about it, what he just said was a bit of a "why not eat minced meat". He also scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "It's me who is a bastard, don't worry about saying the wrong thing." ”

"Wonton seller, give me a bowl!"

didn't wait for the wonton stall owner to speak, and a voice interjected from the side, and this movement was heard by Huzi - Zhang Daxian! How can you not die and meet such a character? It was when Huzi pondered that he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out, and that Zhang Daxian saw Huzi. He hurriedly pulled a small Mazha and sat down opposite Huzi: "Hey, hey! Coincidental! You say it! Peng Xiaodaoyou, don't come unharmed? ”

Huzi frowned and lifted his face from the bowl: "Thanks to you, it's okay." Aren't you working as a translator for the Russians? How did you deign to eat at this stall? ”

"Hey! Look at what you said," Zhang Daxian slapped his thigh, "Can that old Maozi treat us as his own?" You all think I'm there, eating and drinking spicy food, but I was forced to do such a job out of desperation. No, I have to live at the headquarters when I have something, and the wontons in this stall are delicious, and I often come here. ”

Zhang Daxian mentioned this, Huzi remembered, this stall is not far from the Zhao family's mansion, in order to facilitate the connection with Wang Jinya, he chose such a chicken feather shop, and now it is not strange to meet Zhang Daxian.

Huzi drank the contents of the bowl in two bites, put down the bowl and arched his hand: "Then you eat slowly, I'm done, let's talk again when we have time." ”

He just wanted to leave, but Zhang Daxian grabbed his wrist: "Peng Xiaodao is slow and slow!" How can you eat a bowl of wonton soup with little water? It's the age of the long body, but I can't lose my mouth, this bowl is mine. He didn't wait for Huzi to react, but beckoned to the boss: "One more bowl!" ”

was pulled by Zhang Daxian to sit down, looking at the newly served bowl of wontons, Huzi was also startled. Although it is still the yellow noodles, the filling is very full, and the wontons are stacked one after another, and there is not much soup left.

"How much?" Zhang Daxian asked, stiffening his neck.

"You're kidding," the wonton stall owner laughed, "how dare I ask you for money?" Isn't it just two bowls of ravioli? That's what I asked you for. ”

"Then I'm embarrassed!" Zhang Daxian clapped his hands and beckoned to Huzi, "Don't be stunned, you can eat too!" ”

Zhang Daxian climbed up to the foreigners, and he didn't forget to find some stubble in the flat-headed people here to be powerful. Huzi looked at a bowl full of wontons, but he couldn't eat it anymore.

The so-called "nothing to be courteous, either treacherous or thief". Although it was a chance encounter, according to Zhang Daxian's unstoppable temperament, even if he borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, he should not invite himself to eat this bowl of wontons. Something! But according to what Huzi knows, there is nothing good about this Zhang Daxian.

He was unstable in his heart, and he didn't have any scruples, so he simply asked: "Zhang Daxian, what is the matter with you keeping me?" ”

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