The sky was vast and dark.

The dark night seems to be an endless curtain.

In the distant clouds, there is some gloomy blue fog that is about to blind people's eyes.

The ground around is orange, orange moonlight, orange hills, orange houses.

The sound of the saxophone, gentle and low, mixed with the thick night wind, blew across the hills and drifted to the wild shop on the outskirts of Buyangcheng, on the bank of the Chaosheng River.

The people staying in the store were asleep. The sound of the saxophone, like the breathing of these travelers, was gentle and serene.

Captain Orange, riding a heroic and well-equipped military horse, walked slowly without the slightest intention of stopping.

Where did this person come from? Nobody knows.

Gon Cao, who came from Liyun Temple and did not look up to the city, was already asleep, lying with his head back in the crook of his arm. Hearing this saxophone, he subconsciously felt a stirring spirit and immediately sat up. It's as if I suddenly remembered who I was. After sobering up, he realized that he didn't know who he was at all...... A middle-aged person, dreaming back at midnight, often has the illusion of forgetting where he came from, where he is, and where he is going.

Gon grass has this illusion.

The weather was neither hot nor cold, and Goncao broke out in a cold sweat. On such a dense night, there was no light in his room, only the moonlight outside, which illuminated the bed and quilt in the room, orange moonlight...... Orange Ground ...... Saxophone......

When he woke up, he didn't know where he was, and he had a brief feeling of depression and fear. No parents, no wives and children, nothing. Why is he here? Who is he here for, where is he going? He doesn't know......

Slowly, he remembered his current name, "Goncao", why was it an unfamiliar name? This is not the name his parents gave him.

Things related to "Gong Cao" and "Zhen Ami" are rolling in his mind, and he feels very unfamiliar, what does he have to do with these? Why is he handling these things?

Sachs's voice, mixed with the orange light outside the window, made it impossible for him to tell which one was real...... Why moonshine, ground, roof...... All orange?

The sound of horses clattering through the street, close to the grass. He looked down and could see the orange captain who played the saxophone. This small shop is very small, only two or three floors in total, and Gon Cao lives in this one on the second floor of the street, with low windows.

It was as if he could touch the orange horse when he stretched out his hand......

Soon, the sound of the saxophone was far away.

The figure of the orange captain disappeared into the night.

The feeling of confusion dissipated.

Everything outside the window has changed back to its normal color.

The moonlight is bright white.

The ground is cold ash.

The orange captain who had just walked past, and the strange music, were as unreal and ethereal as a dream. Gon Cao really couldn't tell what he had just heard and seen, but it was really a dream.

Because the wind and sand in the city stopped, the guests of this inn left seventy-seven eighty-eight.

The reason why Gon Grass is still here is because he has lost his bearings.

It's all to blame on the fortune teller, Uncle Cai.

Last time, Gon Cao was in the wild shop, and he paid for his life.

He asked a few questions, but he himself was not very impressed, but he only felt that the fortune teller was in Mengren! When the first few people were telling fortunes, Gon Cao listened to it as if he were listening to a joke. When it was his turn, he also asked tentatively, but Uncle Cai, like a charlatan, answered dispensable.

The grass is only thought to be spent in vain.

It wasn't until Uncle Cai, a fortune teller, said one thing to Guncao: his employer, who is alive and well, doesn't need to rush to him. After all, Gon Cao listened to this sentence.

When Gon Cao heard this, he was suspicious and paid the fortune telling money. What he thinks about the most is the matter of his employer Zhen Ami. Since the news of Zhen Ami was cut off by Liyun Temple, Gon Cao rushed to Fenghua City vigilantly, but who knew that he was trapped by the wind and sand in this small shop outside Buyang City.

Entrusted by people, loyal to people.

Gon Cao was in a hurry to find Zhen Ami, but the wind and sand were really fierce, and if he moved forward rashly, he would definitely lose his life. At this juncture, Gon Cao is in a dilemma.

The blind cat ran into a dead mouse, the fortune teller Uncle Cai, how coincidentally, fanned the wind, and helped Gon Cao make a decision - to stay here and wait.

Maybe it's because I want to stay here from the bottom of my heart...... So he felt that Uncle Cai's sentence was accurate.

Regardless of the truth, Gon Cao is not in a hurry to rush to Fenghua City, and he lives in this store with a calm breath.

The fortune teller left a few days ago and left this small shop. As he was leaving, Gon Cao watched him out of the door of this small shop. Thinking about it now, Gon Cao always feels that Uncle Cai's honesty and honesty reveal a certain taste of treachery and luck.

On that day, Uncle Cai left this small shop with a smile, after all, he had already made a lot of money, and he returned with a full load. Uncle Cai also had a good relationship with the little second brother in this store, and the second brother of the shop also went out to give him a few steps, shouting, let Uncle Cai come more in the future, and the grass will be behind, so I didn't hear it clearly.

After calming down for a while, the grass was a little out of control again.

The sound of the saxophone sounded in Goncao's head...... Looping ...... The voice was like a switch in Guncao's memory...... However, I couldn't remember what it was. What is it!

This voice is like a command, and it is like a path.

In the saxophone's song, there seems to be a path that leads to a certain place...... In that place, there were a lot of forts, and there were a lot of fluttering flags on the forts, and there were things fluttering on the flags. Is it an illusion? Gon Cao felt that this feeling was strange and familiar.

It seems to be - the organization has been found!

Yes, it seems that the grass originally belonged to that place, and that place is like the hometown of the grass!

Hometown!

Why Orange's hometown?

Gon Grass was confused, where did he come from, how could he have this part of the memory?

The orange captain, he passed by the door of this little shop, and it was as if he had taken away some of Goncao's thoughts. Part of the grass has been taken by Captain Orange, who is playing the saxophone......

Thinking about it again, the "first half of his life" that Gon Cao thought was definitely not his real "first half of life", there must be something else that the middle-aged Gon Cao had forgotten!

Yes, he always thought that the undercover agent who was mixed up in the Liyun Temple was his true face, but no......!

So, what about before?

Gon Cao couldn't remember anything about his past, and was a little irritable.

Now, are you going to Fenghua City, or are you going to stay here, or are you going to find the saxophone voice? I don't think we're going to go far......

Chapter 115 Captain Orange Dressed Blowing the Saxophone Ends