Bluestone slabs, gravel, ordinary pebbles of various shapes that have been polished by people's shoes. The wind hit the surface of the lake gently, and the wisps of mist, swirling, winding, white and blurred. He was dressed in ink, slightly rough and messy hair that hung down to the middle of the waist, and his slightly larger fingers held the handle of the umbrella, as if he were weak or clenched, and under the umbrella surface, his left eye was covered with a white mask. A small white mask that just blocks the tail of the left eye from the nose, only the eyes in the mask are not shocked. The face on the right side and below the tip of the nose is unreserved, so calm that it feels a little cold, deep or exaggerated.

Since then, people from all over the world have walked across this water-bearing bridge like the local people of Suling, day and night, for a long time. I always ask some questions about this kind of innocuous thing, and I have doubts, and I always slowly blur this kind of thing and discard it at will. From the water bridge, you will walk into Suling and walk into this prosperous place. It is like a natural ink painting, with ink-colored shadows reflected in the water, rippling slightly. It has been seven years since I left Suling. Seven years is what can turn a cowardly boy into an indifferent walking corpse, one way or another.

Suling seems to have not changed, and prosperous places can be found everywhere. The wonderful sound came out of the song building, lingering and tactful.

Sijiang Building.

The largest, best and most luxurious song and dance building in Suling, a gathering place for dignitaries, rich talents, and coquettish people from all walks of life. That hasn't changed. In addition to the prosperity of Suling, there are all kinds of swelling that are left by the prosperity and strong eyeballs.

The beggar is inexplicably violently inflicted,*, low and low, to no avail, and occasionally in exchange for the mouth; Idle half-people pass by the stalls and take away some meat or cooked food at the right time; a slightly sleek woman harassed by hooligans in a slightly secluded place; A half-crippled person who is bullied by a half-grown child......

This is Su Ling.

It makes some people yearn for it, and it hurts some people.

Standing on the roof of the house, you can see the good and the bad. I don't remember if I was indifferent to such an environment from the beginning, watching this kind of thing happen and letting it happen, it has nothing to do with me, even if I stop it, what can I change in this world where malice is secretly surging?

Across the two alleys, a group of boys about fifteen, sixteen or seventeen years old were punching and kicking the people on the ground, "Kill a disgusting person like you, resist!" Use your Nizi-like face to stammer' a 'nobleman' and instruct him to deal with us like a prostitute! Bah! I'm disgusting, I can't even eat......" The laughter of the crowd was mixed with filthy words. The man on the ground held his head in his hands, his eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, and there was a little blood on his shirt. He who lies on the ground at this moment is a dying lamb to be slaughtered.

"The rotten man in Sijiang Tower, I will fight once I see it!" The first one spat fiercely, and the others followed indignantly.

"Ahh A tile fell, hitting the man's brain, the force was not too strong, not too painful, but the blood couldn't be stopped like spilled water, and it looked a little scary. When the man touched his head, his hands were bright red, and the warm liquid also flowed on his eyelids and nose, and he was stupid. I don't know who called, "Go see the doctor!" ……” The wounded man was carried up and down and hurried away.

In addition to pain or pain, consciousness is occupied by pain, how long do you have to endure such pain? Will this be the last time? It doesn't hurt when you die, it must be. But why, I don't want to die yet.

Even if there is no reason to live, it does not mean that you should choose to die.

But this kind of life is really not as good as pigs and dogs, what will happen in the next moment?

Pain, can't see things in front of you, blurry.

Every breath touched pain, light and oppressive, heavy and hollow. The cloth tugged at the emaciated body, revealing a smooth scarred nape of the neck. Blurring the time, he dragged his body and slowly squirmed, moving forward with the help of the mottled walls of the alley. The sudden wind made him stagger, and he barely opened his eyes wide, and the black shadow froze at the mouth of the alley, and there was a small bottle in his hand, the body of which was a little rough because of many cracks. The edges of the white mask are reflected in the pupils.

"Remember, apply it to the injured area three times a day." The man who stopped talking was gone.

Sniff the bottle lightly, and the warm smell of plants and trees turns into the nose. Holding the vial tightly, he took a heavy step at a time.

I didn't want to meddle in anything, just because I heard "Sijiang Building".

A powerful aura gradually approached the time dimension. Sure enough, in an instant, a man in white galloped over with a folding fan. It is regarded as a folding fan, and when it is approached, many sharp sharp blades are born on the edge of the folding fan. Shi Wei stepped back, with the help of the power of holding the ground, jumped up, and the umbrella with ink-colored paintings soared in the air, and kicked the man in white with one foot. The man also flew into the air, and Shi Wei saw the other party's plan, turned around, and kicked the man in the shoulder. The two auras collided, and the surrounding leaves fluttered for a while, and the water surface rippled. Shi Wei jumped up again, caught the umbrella that had not yet landed, and set it on the bank of the river. Swinging the folding fan leisurely, pacing towards Shiwei, stopping at five steps away from Shiwei, and putting away the folding fan. The man in white bowed his head slightly and said softly: "Ye Mu in the Seventh Courtyard has been taught." Shi Wei held the umbrella and said: "Fourth Courtyard, Shi Wei." ”

"In this battle, your Excellency and I will surely die, and I will be offended."

"It's okay, the rules of the Thousand Layer Courtyard have always been like this."

"It's still early before the deadline, it's rare to come to Suling, I don't know if your Excellency can enjoy my face and let me enjoy the fight to the death after playing, it's not in vain." Ye Mu smiled.

"When you do it, I will accompany you." Shi Wei dropped this sentence and left.

Ye Mu didn't know much about Shi Wei, and he hadn't met inside the Thousand Layer Courtyard. The little thing I knew was his cold temperament and the white mask on his left. Today, I was dressed in black. Sure enough, temperament and kung fu are thought-provoking.

Sijiang Building.

"Yo, guest officer, please come back inside. What's the point? Food, play or shelter?" As soon as Shi Wei entered Sijiang Tower, the little guy came to his side and greeted him. Took out the silver taels and put them on the counter, "Go to the room." ”

"Guest officer, there are too many, and there are not so many in one upper room." But the smile in the little guy's eyes was really obvious.

"A cabinet is in the room, and I live alone."

When the little guy heard this, he knew that this was a rich man, so he hurriedly went around the counter, spread out the account book, and quickly accepted the silver taels. "Cheng, guest officer, please!"

A cabinet is like a small courtyard. There are two or three rooms on the first floor, five or six rooms on the second floor, and as many as ten rooms, and some have elegant courtyards. People who come to Sijiang Building for recreation do not want to choose the cabinet to go to the room, enjoy the quiet and elegant, and feel proud to say it. Of course, this also provides a good place for those who are "golden". The room that the little guy arranged for Shi Wei was worth the weight of those silver taels lying on the counter. The house is not large, with three floors, a courtyard, and bamboo that occupies half of the courtyard. Shi Wei sent away the attendants who were arranged by his side. Still dressed in ink, walking alone in Sijiang Tower.

Walking to the song stage of Sijiang Tower, it is almost day and night, and the lights are lit up every night. On the third floor of the building, many men and women come here to have fun.

Shi Wei looked at a woman dancing her waist on the stage at this time, she was wearing a tulle skirt, wearing a bun that set off her charming face, and her smile remained unchanged for a long time, looming under her veil. The people in the audience opened their eyes of desire, their expressions changed with the swing of the woman's posture, and every word they said carried the primitive longing of human nature. The air was filled with foul smells. When the woman's gauze skirt was half-lifted, someone rushed up and hugged the woman in her arms. And the woman struggled carefully with a smile. You don't have to look any further, you know where the woman is staying tonight.

Passing through the song stage, not far away is the falling accord. The atmosphere here is not as heavy as the atmosphere of the song stage, in fact, it only covers some so-called elegant people with a layer, and the real ambition is not half of the purpose of looking for friends. There are many people in the Accord who are worth more than the song stage. Because the people here can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and their form and appearance are not a problem. They also have another characteristic, one that conforms to the style of the literati in the past, that is, they do not sell their bodies. There are always talented heroes, especially those whose abilities and fame or status do not match, will need such confidants. Sympathize with each other, cook wine together, and talk about comfort with each other.

However, the truth is that most of the people who fall into the Accord are going to sing on the stage in private, and there are not a few Qingqi people among them.

Shi Wei sat in a corner on the third floor, holding a delicate teacup in his hand, stopping between his lips, his eyes falling on a pair of men and women on the second floor. The man plays the flute, and the woman strokes the piano. Half of the old in front of her looked at the man with appreciation, and her eye lines deepened with the corners of her mouth with a smile. At the end of the song, the woman took the man away, and the woman carefully tugged at the man's sleeve as he left. The man turned his head sideways and said a word, and the woman looked at the woman and leaned on the man and went downstairs, and then went out of the Accord.

Whether you want to or not, whether you want to or not, as long as you are a person from Sijiang Building, men, women and children, you can't help yourself.

"What do you want to hear?" The piano girl raised her head and smiled softly at Shi Weidao.