The rain was falling, and the night of the township test was not over until the next day, Song Yu stood at the door of Donggong Courtyard, looking at the dripping rain, and could see that the township test was finally over, this feeling was very relaxed, after all, it was locked up in a place like a cowshed for two days, and anyone would feel depressed.

There were a lot of people with black umbrellas standing on Jixiang Street, they saw the gate of Donggong Academy open, and the tired candidates walked out of it, and the crowd gradually sounded a small sob, and finally like a contagious virus, the crying became louder and louder, and the candidates standing at the gate of Donggong Academy also cried, and the crying of Jixiang Street shook the sky.

The bloody case on Jixiang Street did not wash away from people's memories with the heavy rain, but became more and more intense as bread fermented, and broke out today.

They lost their loved ones that day, and a part of their lives that should have existed was suddenly cut away, and sometimes life is really too fragile.

When the rain rains harder, does the heavens mourn for it?

Song Yu felt very uncomfortable in his heart, feeling that his heart was blocked, as if it was difficult to get out, he didn't wait for the tiger and the stone to come out, but ran out of Jixiang Street, and he didn't care if the rain wet his clothes.

"I'm going back to an inn. ”

The idea was very strong, and he always felt that something big was going to happen, and it didn't seem to be a good thing.

Running to the corner of the street, Song Yu saw a carriage and touched the shriveled money bag, which only contained a few pennies, and Song Yu mustered up the courage to walk towards the carriage.

The horse is an old horse, the car is a broken car, and there is an old man standing next to the old horse, with a peaceful face, and the years have carved mottled marks on his face, and even if he moves slightly, the corners of his mouth will set off deep furrows.

Song Yu walked to the carriage, and the old man was whispering to the old horse.

Song Yu's heart quieted down, he didn't bother the old man and the old horse, but stood aside and watched.

The old man said trivial things to the old horse, but the old horse's cloudy eyes were sometimes bright, as if it could understand the old man's words, the old horse's mouth was closed one by one, as if he was talking, if you looked closely, the old horse's mouth had saliva overflowing, forming a thin line hanging to the ground.

An old horse is like an old man, and an old man is like an old horse.

The old man and the old horse talked for a while, and when they looked up and saw a guest, the old man patted the old horse's head, "There are guests, we will talk later." ”

Then the old man looked at Song Yu with cloudy eyes, and said with some guilt: "I'm really embarrassed, I just talked to Lao Zhong just now, where is the son going?"

Song Yu took a car for the first time, and he didn't know the price, but thinking of the sky-high price of Yuelai Inn, it shouldn't be cheap to take a taxi.

He took out a few copper plates from his money bag and said embarrassedly: "I don't know if it's enough to take the carriage, but I'm in a hurry to go back, don't worry, I'll give you enough money when I arrive." ”

The old man glanced at Song Yu, "Come on, don't catch a cold! Where is Childe going?"

"There is an inn. ”

Song Yu arched his hand to the old man and got into the carriage, the old horse shook the horse's hooves, neighed, and ran, no slower than the strong horse.

The curtain of the car was not lowered, Song Yu was a little surprised when he saw the demeanor of the old horse, and thought to himself, who said that the old horse was old?

The old man looked at the running old horse and sighed slightly, "Childe, is the township test over?"

Song Yu nodded, "It's over, your horse is good, you run fast." ”

The old man gently patted the old horse with a whip, pointed out the direction to the old horse, and continued: "Not now, I was not old before, and I am not old, my grandfather was driving a car, and so was my father, I didn't want to be in a car, so I sold Lao Zhong to a relative's house in a neighboring county, who knew that Lao Zhong tore off the horse rope at night, and ran back with blood flowing from his nose." ”

"I cried that day, he was very faithful, and I named him Lao Zhong. Since then, Lao Zhong and I have been driving the car, and it is very hard to catch the car, windy and rainy, cold and sun, and we don't earn much money. But there is also fun in catching a car, Lao Zhong and I have pulled a lot of people, there are children, there are old people, there are men, there are women, I have seen the joys and sorrows, it is like sitting in the theater to watch the play. ”

"Lao Zhong and I are getting older, there are fewer and fewer customers, the original colleagues are retired, only me and Lao Zhong insist, I don't like to catch a car, but I get used to it, and I get used to it. ”

Song Yu looked at Lao Zhong and the old man's rickety bodies, and sighed: "Since it is hard to catch the car, when Lao Zhong came back, you may not be able to catch the car, you and Lao Zhong can choose other industries." ”

A faint smile appeared on the old man's face, "In order to live, there will be a lot less choice, and if the social status is low, then there is no choice, God has arranged it, whether you believe it or not, this is fate." ”

Song Yu lowered his head in contemplation, and the rain hit the carport, making a small and tight sound, playing a sad monotonous song.

Lao Zhong's speed slowed down, his mouth was panting, and his voice was very loud, Song Yu heard it clearly, Lao Zhong's eyes looked into the distance, and his head was reluctant to hang down, but he was really old.

The old man put down the whip in his hand, patted Lao Zhong's back, felt a little grumbling, a ray of sadness flashed in his eyes, and sang: "Lao Ji is in wait, and the strong man is heartbroken. ”

The old man's voice was thick and vicissitudes, but the old man didn't know that when Apo wrote poems in the vicissitudes of the sea, Apo was also old at that time.

Song Yu knows the sadness in the old man's heart, with ruthlessness as the years go by, and when life is approaching, no matter how reluctant he is, he must give up.

Lao Zhong trembled and walked to an inn, Song Yu was going to get money for the old man, the old man waved his hand, "You are the last customer of me and Lao Zhong, we should also retire, I won't take money, son, take care." ”

The old man raised his whip and shouted loudly, Lao Zhong opened his cloudy eyes and ran into the distance through the rain, their destination was an unknown distance.

Song Yu watched the old man and Lao Zhong disappear at the end of sight, and clenched his fists and said, "Take care." ”

Entering an inn, Song Yu saw Uncle Wang dozing off on the counter, and after hesitation, Song Yu still did not disturb Uncle Wang, but walked towards the room, passing by the window of the corridor, Song Yu saw that the wisteria flowers were messy by the rain, as if they had lost their spirits.

At the counter, Uncle Wang took out a yellow gourd and lifted the lid of the pot, which exuded an attractive aroma. Uncle Wang sniffed, and then put the lid on the pot again, it seemed that he was not in the mood to drink today.

Song Yu opened the door, a burst of tea fragrance refreshed people's hearts, his eyes stared, and he saw a person sitting in the living room.

This person has slightly white sideburns, faint willow eyebrows, a delicate and small nose, and a handsome face. If you put rouge on it, it is believed that he is a woman. This person was pale, wearing a white robe, his fingers were caressing the teacup, and when he saw Song Yu, he smiled slightly.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment when he saw the handsome man, he found that the handsome man looked a little like Li Shushu, and a thought flashed in his heart, saying, "You are Uncle Wuniu?"

Zhang Wuniu smiled dumbly, "I originally wanted to scare you, how could you recognize me?"

Song Yu thought for a while and said, "I didn't recognize it, I just guessed, is this your real appearance?"

On the third day of Shibei, Zhang Wuniu didn't think that Song Yu would become unsurprised, when a teenager put on a young and old face in front of you, what would your expression be?

Zhang Wuniu's expression was helpless, and he quipped: "Little old man, how do I look?"

Song Yu frowned, and said solemnly: "Are you really a man?"

Zhang Wuniu shook his hand and said with a smile: "It turns out that you don't want to eat at all!"

Song Yu didn't smile, because Zhang Wuniu smiled very reluctantly, to be precise, it was very difficult, Song Yu's complexion changed, "How can you regain your true looks? What did you do? What happened?"

Zhang Wuniu felt the intensity of Song Yu's tone, and a warm current slipped through his heart. Then he pointed to the seat next to him, motioned for Song Yu to sit down, and then said: "Restoring your appearance is to avoid trouble, okay, don't talk about unhappy things, I'm dying." ”

Song Yu just sat on the stool, and stood up again in an instant, his whole body froze, his throat seemed to be choked, and he only felt distressed.

Zhang Wuniu didn't let Song Yu speak, and then said, "Listen to me tell a story!"

The northeast of the Tang Dynasty is an endless plain, the land in the northeast is black, the air is dry, the snow is magnificent, it is definitely not like the snow in the Central Plains, the Northeast people are also heroic, there are Chinese characters and female Chinese characters, you treat me really, I repay the sincerity, if you yin me, I will fight with you.

That year, the snow fell for half a month in the Tohoku, and the world of snow was everywhere.

On that day, the setting sun seemed to break off the horizon abruptly, dissipating silently, and on the opposite mountain pass, only a blood-red line remained.

A man came out of the red blood, emaciated as a matchstick, covered with wounds and blood spilled all the way, and he arrived at a village that brought fear and death, and the village turned into purgatory.

Only two children survived, the sons of the village blacksmith, and the blacksmith and his wife fell right in front of the two children, blood splattered on their faces.

The two children did not cry, they were frightened, one child held a sword with ears of wheat carved on the scabbard, and a peace knot hanging from the hilt, but he did not draw the sword, he did not dare to draw the sword.

"From this day on, you are my slaves, and if you obey me, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth. ”

The thin man took the two children all the way south, as if fleeing, and came to Shiyan Township.

Zhang Wuniu felt a mouthful of blood gushing up his throat, the wound on his chest overflowed with blood, and the white robe was dyed blood-red, Zhang Wuniu suppressed the blood gushing up his throat and said, "That's the end of the story." ”

Song Yu had a calm face, "Who hurt you?"

Zhang Wuniu shook his head, with a relaxed smile on his face, "It's not important, I told you that this story is not what I want you to do, I used to be full of hatred in my heart, and I didn't see it until I died, everything doesn't matter anymore, hatred is a maggot on the tarsal bones, it will torture people, as long as you live, you can't be freed, this is not good, so I don't want you to be like this, you are a very smart child, I can't hide my affairs from you, that's why I'm telling you this, I hope you don't have hatred in your heart like me, okay?"

Song Yu's eyes were red, the days he spent with Zhang Wuniu, Zhang Wuniu took very good care of them, and the feeling of being cared for by his elders was about to pass away?

Song Yu nodded tearfully: "Okay, don't talk, I'll take you to the doctor." ”

The wisteria flowers on the side of the corridor bloomed stubbornly, holding on to the only remaining flowers, and the wind blew violently, and the flower vines broke.

"Uncle Wuniu!"

Song Yu's shouts resounded through an inn, and his voice was sad and sad.

The gourd in Uncle Wang's hand fell to the ground, his expression became lonely, and he sat at the counter in a daze.

Zhang Wuniu is still gone after all!