"Do you have a program list, give me one." Zuo Dengfeng said to the officer next to him,

The one who sent the dried fruit to Zuo Dengfeng was a thirty-year-old Zhongzuo, not tall, with small eyes and slits, and a natural smiling face, at first glance, he was a guy with a brain stronger than his limbs.

"Your words are very good." The short officer took out the program list and handed it to Zuo Dengfeng,

"Chinese will never speak Yue as fluently as you yourself." Zuo Dengfeng took the program list and took a look, and found that one-third of the show was played, and there were a lot of them behind.

"Who did you learn your language from?" The short officer asked with a smile,

"A gang of the Beiyang Naval Division." Zuo Dengfeng said casually, what he hates is people who are enemies of him, and he doesn't put them all down, as long as he doesn't go against him, he doesn't mind talking to himself.

"I also know that the Chinese people are very good, but your political axe is mediocre and incompetent." The short officer spoke,

"Don't buckle your hat, the people themselves have problems, otherwise they would have beaten you off a long time ago." Zuo Dengfeng looked at the program list and found that in addition to singing and dancing, there were also juggling magic and the performance of Yiji in the later stage.

"You're not as terrible as the military department announced." The short officer waved his hand to the miscellaneous servants, he couldn't speak Chinese, so he gestured to Zuo Dengfeng to end the water,

"That's because you didn't mess with me." Zuo Dengfeng looked up and smiled at the short officer,

"There's something I haven't understood, and I want to ask Zuo Dengjun." The short officer spoke again,

"Oh." Zuo Dengfeng did not correct the other party's verbal mistakes, and the surname of the book is generally two-character, and this person took it for granted that he was also a two-character surname, which shows that he has not been in China for a long time.

"You have killed one of our generals, eighteen adjutants, more than fifty lieutenants and more than a thousand soldiers in the last four years, why didn't you be rewarded by your country's political axe?" The short officer asked,

Zuo Dengfeng smiled slightly when he heard this, he didn't know how much he had killed, this time he knew, these were just himself, not including the puppet army Han Annihilation, he didn't expect that he remembered the accounts so clearly,

"I killed more Chinese than I killed myself, and it's good that they don't send people to hunt me down, how can they reward me." Zuo Dengfeng took the water cup brought by the handyman, looked up at the handyman, and only after sniffing did he lift the lid of the cup and start drinking water, after drinking the water, Zuo Dengfeng looked up at the stage and found that the stage was singing Lao Dan, he hated babbling Lao Dan,

"Why would you want to kill your own countrymen." The short officer asked puzzled,

Zuo Dengfeng frowned when he heard this, he was recalling what he had done, most of the people he killed were Han Jian, and there was no need for a reason to kill Han Jian, and some of them were people who threatened his surname, he wanted to live, and it was reasonable for him to protect himself, but there were still many people who did not die or were even innocently implicated, he couldn't explain why he killed these people,

"Look how old I am." After groaning, Zuo Dengfeng asked,

"The bulletin doesn't say your age, I don't think you're under forty." The short officer looked at Zuo Dengfeng's clothes and appearance again, Zuo Dengfeng's robe was tattered, and it exuded an unpleasant smell, no different from a beggar, Zuo Dengfeng's hair was all gray, although he had a bun on his head, the broken hair around him still covered most of his face, his skin was dry and wrinkled, and he looked like an old man in his fifties according to his appearance, but his voice was not old, so the short officer compromised and said that he was forty years old,

"I'm not even thirty years old." Zuo Dengfeng said with a smile,

The short officer was surprised, he didn't expect Zuo Dengfeng to be so young, but he didn't ask any more questions, because he couldn't understand what Zuo Dengfeng wanted to express, he asked Zuo Dengfeng why he wanted to kill his compatriots, and Zuo Dengfeng replied that he was his age, and he didn't understand what the connection was between the two.

Zuo Dengfeng naturally won't explain to this person, in fact, what he wants to express is that he has borne all the consequences for what he did, paid the same price, and accepted the punishment he deserves.

Zuo Dengfeng immediately moved his gaze back to the stage, the old woman was still on it, ahhhh

"Get out of here, change to the next show." Zuo Dengfeng finally couldn't bear to shout, a person who has not had much time is not only short-tempered, but also impatient,

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, which was clearly a smashing of the field.

"I don't like to listen to Lao Dan, change to sing." Zuo Dengfeng spoke again,

Zuo Dengfeng's move was tantamount to giving himself a slap in the face, and there were also people who did not believe in evil in himself, and several low-ranking officers in the back row shouted and rushed towards him with a knife.

Zuo Dengfeng didn't look back, and when the other party rushed closer, he listened to the wind and sent out the Xuanyin True Qi with his backhand to freeze all the three people.

"I can play whatever I want to see, kill all those who are disobedient, kill me, kill the Han annihilation, kill the singing, and kill the lively people." Zuo Dengfeng stood up and roared,

As soon as these words came out, the peripheral people who watched the excitement dispersed in an instant, and the bottom line of watching the excitement was that they couldn't put their lives on the line, and as soon as the peripheral crowd dispersed, only the devils and Han Jian were left in the field.

The devil and Han Zhan did not escape, and they did not dare to try to besiege Zuo Dengfeng again, and stayed in place in fear.

Between the profession and the surname, Lao Dan chose the latter, and he left the stage without singing, and the next one on the stage was a young girl, singing Gong Qiuxia's Qiushui Yiren, this is a tragic song, at first it was very in line with Zuo Dengfeng's state of mind, but soon he was angry again, he was already depressed, and he was even more depressed when he listened to the sad song.

Then he changed the art of the book, and as soon as he came on stage, he was bombarded by Zuo Dengfeng, good guy, he turned into a ghost, and the thirteen were stunned when he saw it,

changed the magic, and also let Zuo Dengfeng bombard down, so far there is no way to hide from him, the fake foreign devil thinks that the small action of lightning is like a snail crawling in his eyes,

It was expected that the three-hour performance would completely confuse Zuo Dengfeng in an hour, and in the end, he felt interested, so he left the square with the wooden box and Thirteen,

At this time, it was almost noon, and at this time the people who bought things in the market were the poorest people, and they wanted to wait until the time of the market to buy things cheaper, Zuo Dengfeng quickly scattered the ocean to various markets, and when he scattered the ocean, he said loudly, "Buy food for the elderly and children." ”

After the noise, the loneliness in Zuo Dengfeng's heart was not alleviated, but became more and more intense, he took the thirteen wanderers on the streets of Jinan, and exchanged all kinds of words of thanks to the people who had nothing to do with it.

Approaching evening, the shops were closed, the houses were closed, there were no pedestrians on the street, Zuo Dengfeng felt the cold, this coldness was bred by loneliness, from the heart, permeating the whole body,

"Thirteen, where are we going?" Zuo Dengfeng looked down at the thirteen who followed behind him,

Thirteen couldn't speak, couldn't express his thoughts, but its eyes had already indicated that Zuo Dengfeng would go wherever he went.

Walking aimlessly through the streets, the subconscious in his heart finally brought him to the Cultural Hall in the east of the city.

The door of the Cultural Hall is locked, the grass grows at the door, it has been abandoned for a long time, the last time he came here, he killed the Han Zheng officials of the Cultural Hall, and now no one dares to go to work in the Cultural Hall, but all the things here have not been moved, at least the books are still there, Zuo Dengfeng took Thirteen to find the place where the county chronicles were stored, and he wanted to find many clues about Jiang Ziya's sealing of Qi State,

Before that, every time he checked the information, Zuo Dengfeng was very focused, but today he always felt that he couldn't calm down, as soon as the sound of firecrackers came from outside, he thought of the scene of a happy family in his mind, and also thought of the steaming pot on their stove and the dumplings rolling in the pot,

"When did I become so superficial?" Zuo Dengfeng closed the county chronicle that he had just opened, and looked around at the house full of musty smell, his cultivation had reached its peak, and there was enough money to squander it wantonly, but these could not eliminate the boundless loneliness in his heart, what he wanted was not a life of spending time and drinking, nor was it the attention of everyone, he was willing to live peacefully with Wu Xinyu in the dilapidated little Taoist temple in the mountains, and he did not want to stand alone at the highest place of the cold,

"Let's go, go out and find dumplings to eat." After a long time, Zuo Dengfeng retracted his thoughts and got up to go out, a peerless master, he couldn't eat without dumplings during the last Spring Festival,

Leaving the Cultural Hall, Zuo Dengfeng wandered the streets looking for a suitable family, he didn't want to go in, he lacked warmth, and he couldn't bear to go in and disturb the poor people, for fear of touching the scene and being sad, he repeatedly chose a small courtyard with lanterns hanging at the door of the house in the eastern suburbs, and knocked on the door.

"Mom, I have someone to eat." The door was opened by an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

"Bring his bowl in." A woman's voice came from the house,

"Where's your bowl?" The boy looked Zuo Dengfeng up and down, and the ordinary one who asked for food would hold a bowl in his hand, and this poor one who asked for food didn't even have a bowl.

"I'm not asking for food." Zuo Dengfeng shook his head and spoke, it seems that this family is still very kind,

"What are you doing at my house if you don't want to eat?" The boy asked, puzzled,

Zuo Dengfeng didn't know how to speak when he heard this, although he was majestic in front of people, but in his bones he was not a big grinning person, and he was often embarrassed when he encountered something.

"Why don't you speak?" The boy tilted his head by the light of the lantern on the gatehouse and looked at Zuo Dengfeng,

Zuo Dengfeng shook his head slowly when he heard this, turned around and left, the Chinese New Year is the happiest time for the family, no one is willing to accept outsiders, and the rash intrusion will frighten them.

"Mom, he's gone." The sound of the door closing behind him came

Zuo Dengfeng was in an unusually low mood, the voice of the little boy calling his mother reminded him of his mother, and at this moment he wanted to go back to his hometown to see his mother who had been sleeping underground.

At this moment, there was the sound of opening the door behind him, followed by the sound of running, Zuo Dengfeng turned around when he heard the sound, and found a woman in her thirties walking towards him, holding a steamed bun that had just come out of the pot.

The woman walked quickly to Zuo Dengfeng and stuffed the steamed bun to him, and when she saw Thirteen, the expression on her face suddenly changed drastically, "Little brother, is it you." ”

"You've mistaken someone." Zuo Dengfeng glanced at the woman, he didn't know this woman,

"It's you, I remember your voice, and I remember your cat." The young woman reached out and took him by the hand,

"You are." Zuo Dengfeng looked puzzled, and after a closer look, he also felt that the woman in front of him was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.

"You gave me a piece of ocean four years ago, remember?" The woman pulled Zuo Dengfeng to her yard,

Zuo Dengfeng shook his head blankly when he heard this, he has given a lot of money, others may remember him, but he doesn't remember the other party anymore,

"The one who wants to partner with you, remember?" The woman spoke in a low voice,

"Oh, it's you." Zuo Dengfeng finally recalled, when he just arrived in Jinan City, it coincided with the famine, he met a woman who wanted to partner with him, at that time the woman was breastfeeding, the so-called partner is that the man saves the food for the woman to eat, and the woman gives part of the milk to the man, it is a helpless move to survive in the disaster year, he rejected the suggestion of the woman's partner back then, and gave her the last ocean on his body,

"I haven't seen you for four years, and your eldest son has grown so big." Zuo Dengfeng looked at the boy standing at the door,

"yes, I thought I'd never see my lifesaver again." The woman took Zuo Dengfeng into the courtyard,

The moment he stepped into the hospital, Zuo Dengfeng felt a little warmth in his heart, he didn't expect that a trace of kindness four years ago would bring him a touch of warmth in this lonely Chinese New Year's Eve......