Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 17 A Different Way to Kill (I)

The girl no longer seems to be the playful and cute girl who asks a lot of questions and shakes the boy's arm every time she is hungry, she is more silent, infinite silence, not saying a word, as if she is living in another world close at hand.

The boy didn't speak, he was more silent, but under that silence there was a tsunami of wild waves.

He was a little calm, surprisingly calm, and very focused, focused like catching pheasants in the snow, motionless, waiting for the moment to kill him with one blow.

Around the corner of the street, the boy stared at a boy who was shopping in front of a stall.

The boy brother was dressed in white and dressed in snow, with a valuable hosta on the top of his head, his face was like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary, and a belt inlaid with amber stone was wrapped around his waist.

For the boy, the most eye-catching thing is the money bag he wears on his belt, bulging, like the money bag of a shoe repair boy.

After a few moments, the boy left with a pile of books.

There were so many scrolls that he had to hold them carefully, but he didn't notice the little beggar coming from behind him.

He saw in the cracks of the many books the little beggar who was fading away in front of him.

He was a little surprised, he really couldn't figure out why the beggar's back was so straight, as if it was about to pierce the heavenly vault. Why was the beggar's steps so firm? so firm that every step was like a mangosteen rooted in a broken rock.

And he gives people the feeling that he is not a child, but an old man who has gone through vicissitudes. He doesn't seem to be a beggar, but a predator standing against the cold wind in the snowy army of the north!

Brother Gongzi smiled, a beggar is a beggar after all, no matter how straight his back is and how stable his feet are, he is still a beggar.

Do beggars have dignity? They don't, and for beggars, dignity is a burden.

......

At the end of the street is a narrow alley on the left, which leads to another street.

The boy walked down the alley, and opened the money bag, which was not a plate of copper, but white silver, something he had not seen in years.

The boy's face was very flat, as if what he saw was not a bag of silver, but a bag of ordinary things that could not be in the ordinary.

Halfway through, a man stood out from a narrow portal in the alley.

The man was dressed in white, with hosta hair tied and an amber belt around his waist. Even this cold and narrow alley still couldn't hide the man's extraordinary handsome face.

The man smiled: "Originally, I still looked down on you a little, but now, I admire you a little." ”

The boy didn't speak, just pursed his thin lips and looked at the man coldly.

The man said to himself: "Originally, I thought you were a beggar who ate and waited for death, and indeed disdained you, but now, you actually took my money bag without me knowing it, which has to make me admire you." ”

He continued: "It seems to me that a pickpocket with no arms or legs is much better than a able-bodied beggar. ”

The boy remained silent, not seeming to speak.

When the man saw that the boy did not speak, he smiled again: "If you can tell me the reason for stealing my money bag today, and let me admire you again, the money in the money bag will be divided into half of you." ”

He then asked, "Now you can tell me, what do you want so much money for?"

The boy replied coldly, "Buy a knife." ”

Brother Gongzi smiled and asked, "What do you want to do with a knife?"

The boy still replied coldly: "Kill." ”

Brother Childe said: "Hahahaha...... It was an answer that surprised me a little, but it wasn't one I admired. ”

After a pause, Brother Gongzi said again: "Now, you can take a quarter of the money in the money bag." ”

The boy took out three ingots of silver from the money bag, then tied the mouth of the money bag tightly and threw it to the child.

This time the boy took the initiative to speak: "I will pay you back this money." ”

Brother Gongzi smiled sideways and stepped aside, as if he didn't intend to pick up the conversation, and he watched the boy leave the cold alley.

......

In the middle of the street was a blacksmith shop, in which a strong man held a piece of iron with a tongs in his left hand, and smashed it rhythmically with a hammer in his right hand.

The impurities in the iron turned into sparks and splashed, and passers-by had to avoid the door of the blacksmith shop.

The boy walked over, unconcerned if the flying sparks would burn his skin.

The man in the shop stopped, threw the iron into the bucket of water, and wiped the sweat stains on his palms with a worn-out rag next to him.

The man didn't look at the boy, but picked up the scoop next to him, scooped a scoop of water in the jar, and drank it.

The boy stopped, looked at the blue flames burning in the furnace, and said, "Give me a knife with the best iron, one foot and two inches long, and I will pick it up in three days." ”

With that, he dropped a silver ingot, turned and left.

The man picked up the silver and shook it in his hand, and then threw it backwards, and the silver ingot fell into a drawer not far behind him.

Then he fished the piece of iron out of the bucket and calcined it in the fire, and it glowed blue.

......

Outside the inn, the boy was holding a new dress, a cyan dress, the most popular dress for girls at the moment, and the most expensive dress in the store.

The boy stared at the dress, his throat aching, and the hand holding the dress gradually clenched, crumpling the skirt.

Finally, take a deep breath and dissipate the unwillingness and remorse in your heart.

In the best room, the girl sat on the bed with her hands and knees folded, and the table in the room was full of delicacies, which the boy had ordered the people in the inn to make and send into the house this morning, but until now she had not even touched the chopsticks.

The boy pushed the door in, and the girl's body trembled unconsciously.

When the boy saw that the table was full of delicacies, the guilt welled up in his heart.

The boy put his dress on the back of the chair, sat on the edge of the bed and hugged the girl.

There was a deep sadness in the air, and that sadness filled every corner of the room, like a tomb.

The boy's tears fell on the girl's cheeks and mixed with the girl's tears.

The girl smiled miserably and said, "Brother...... I'm fine. ”

The boy didn't speak, just more tears.

On that day, the boy swore that he would take revenge in the most tragic way!

As everyone knows, is he taking revenge for himself or for the girl?

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Every day is an ordinary day, but for boys, every day may not be an ordinary day.

He can find many things to do, such as...... Stalking.

He had already found the old beggar, and he was observing the old beggar every day, trying to remember.

He could remember many things, such as where the old beggar would live, what he would eat in the morning, where he would beg at noon, and how many copper plates he would get in the evening.

Even the old beggar soaked pee, yawned, and buckled his nostrils a few times every day, he wrote them down one by one, and most importantly, he knew what the old beggar was most afraid of and cared about......

He can also find other things to do, such as buying some good medicine for wounds, buying a medical book, and carefully reading all kinds of knowledge about the human body. But the boy didn't know many words, he was just looking at the picture.

......

Today's sun was exceptionally good, warm and bright.

Warm, but not the boy's heart. It was bright, but it didn't shine into the darkest corner of the boy's heart.

It was a short knife, a knife with a blue shimmer in the early morning sun, and it was hidden in the boy's sleeve.

The boy's back was bent down, like a weak, bullied boy.

If anyone sees the power of hatred in his body, I'm afraid they will avoid it.

Immediately, the boy went into a wine shop, asked for a table of food, and ate slowly.

He eats slowly, chewing every bite of food, tasting all the flavors of the food, and then swallowing it.

Before you know it, most of the food and wine on the table are gone.

......

The midday sun was still bright and warm.

An old beggar sat cross-legged on the ground in a narrow street with a small hole in his hand, and in his hand was a bowl full of hot water, which flowed down the hole and dripped down his black knees, splashing black and gray droplets. Holding two steamed buns in his other hand, he ate them with hot water, making a satisfied "hum" sound.

A frail and lame boy in Tsing Yi happened to pass by this narrow street, and he walked slowly. Obviously, the lame made it difficult for him to walk.

He had a money bag pinned to his waist, which contained a bag full of copper coins.

But there was a hole in the bottom of the money bag, and with every step, a copper coin would fall from it, and it would make a crisp sound of "jingle bell" on the ground.

The boy didn't seem to know that a hole had been broken in his purse.

The old beggar, who had not paid much attention to the crisp sound, suddenly raised his head and looked at the lame little boy who was gradually walking by.

The old beggar spit off the steamed bun he had just eaten in his mouth, wiped his blackened lips with his black sleeves, and then stood up quietly, followed the little boy, kept bending down and getting up again, and picked up the copper coins, with a happy smile on his face.

Although passers-by are also greedy for the copper coins that have fallen on the ground, who will rob a beggar for money? Isn't it trying to make others laugh off their big teeth?

The old beggar understood this, so he had no fear, and followed the boy unhurriedly to make a windfall.

For some reason, the boy chooses to walk in the streets and alleys where there are few people, and it seems that he does not like to walk in crowded places, probably for fear of being looked at.

The boy walked farther and farther until he reached the gate, and then walked out of the gate, as if the copper plate in his purse would never be finished.

The old beggar followed him out of the city gate, and by this time he had taken off his tattered coat, put a few lumps in the holes, and slipped the copper coins into his rags.

The old beggar was tired of bending over and over again, and getting up again and again, but when he saw the lovely golden copper plate reflected in the sun, he didn't know where he got the strength to follow.