Xinglong Road South Hutong, Nalan Songhan Mansion.

The sky has just dawned, and the snow is dawning.

"Last night I had no sleep, the wind was howling, the dim light ignited my crazy ardence, and my stiff neck was raised as if I heard the footsteps of the sky. Pushing open the long-closed window, I couldn't find you, Starlight shy hidden, and the tired neon saw me, but was silent. I longed, looked at each other, looked at each other, but it was in vain. I stretched out my arm to feel the madness of the wind, and took a sharp breath, my body was cold, but my heart was hot. For you, I'm waiting, even if it's gray temples, I'm waiting. I thought it would be a blessing for you to be here a few days ago, and it will be the end of the winter to see you again, but fortunately, you know that I have been restless lately, and you are coming to comfort me, right? Standing in the wind, quietly listening to your breathing from far to near, no, it was the wind coughing, I heard it wrong, you didn't care about my attachment, you were still playing in the distant galaxy, you didn't feel my beating heart. It's cold, and I don't want to close the window......

Maybe God is playing a joke on me again, you won't pay attention to me tonight, you won't come tonight, maybe you're tired of walking and have already fallen asleep. I wrote on a piece of paper: 'Cher, good night! I hope to see you tomorrow. 'What about the hyphazard thoughts?' Let it be, maybe it's a beautiful lie told by the changeable winds. I dimmed the light, not because I liked the romantic mood, but because I didn't want it to cast my busy figure out the window, for fear that you would see the exhaustion of staying up late. The coffee in the cup was already cold, and after taking a sip, it was bitter and mellow, maybe this is how I felt in my heart.

The night wind blew away my sorrows, and the wind blew more and more violently, awakening all my minds, as if to say to me, "When the day dawns, she will come, and I can't help but cheer up." It's late at night, longing for a smile, expecting a spring breeze, am I wrong? In fact, I know in my heart that emotional suffering can only be healed by oneself with wisdom, and the right medicine to cure this suffering is to first build one's self-esteem and self-confidence, and then use one's best efforts to uproot the memories that disturb one's emotions from my heart. But since ancient times, how many people can really pull it out? Only let time dilute it...... It's really time to forget and can't forget, and you just happened to pass through, this is the bumpy love road, which always makes you want to stop.

When I stood up again, it was already dawn, and when I came downstairs, I saw snow again. ”

Upstairs in Deyue, Lu Songmian rubbed his sleepy eyes, and carefully studied the words he had written on the paper last night, his eyes moistened.

Niu Yunqiu stood at the door and knocked on the door with his fingers, "Song Mian, what are you thinking?" ”

Lu Songmian hurriedly folded the paper in his hand and turned around from the window, "Auntie, I didn't think about anything." ”

Niu Yunqiu smiled and said, "You, I don't know yet?" Isn't it because Lu Li left in a hurry in Taibaiju that day, you feel uncomfortable? Men, they can't be as delicate about feelings as women. Let's go downstairs for breakfast, your Uncle Nalan has already left first, he asked me to tell you to go home today to see your father, he is not in a good mood. ”

"What about my father? What's wrong? ”

"It's not your father who has an accident, it's the brothers around your father who have an accident, last night he and your Uncle Nalan had a few simple words on the phone, and your Uncle Nalan felt that something was wrong with him. That's why I asked you to go home and see, there's nothing going on, and you come back at night, or I'm often bored at home alone. ”

"Okay, auntie, I'll go home and see. I'm really hungry, what did you make for me? Let's eat together, auntie. Lu Songmian stood at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks with his hand, and quickly sat down.

"Girl, the porridge I made with glutinous rice and red dates this morning, you can taste it."

The two chatted while eating, and there was constant laughter in the Deyue Building.

No. 13, Jiutai Road, in the basement of the office building of Jichang General Chamber of Commerce.

On the walls around the basement, the white curtain is connected, hung for a week, and flowers are placed below, and an offering table is set up in the north direction, on which are placed two tablets: "The position of Hu Xiaotian, the liver and gallbladder brother of Qingfeng Hall", and the position of Zhou Xiaotian, the descendant of Qingfeng Hall.

Lu Shikun led the seven tigers of the nine tigers in the opening hall of Qingfeng Hall, the ten heroes of the standing hall, the thirteen Taibao of the town hall and the twenty-six whistle gates, a total of sixty people, dressed in black, standing solemnly in front of the spirit card, silent, and the air was filled with the smell of burning paper money and incense.

Lu Shikun broke the silence, turned to everyone and said: "Brothers, the death of our Hu brothers and Xiaotian children is really tragic, this is the Japanese and traitors who killed them, why?" Just because our eldest brother Zhou Jiuting's nephew had an accident in the Shuangde arsenal, he was injured and was saved by our brothers, who Cheng thought that these bad people actually found out that Xiaotian's child was hiding in Brother Hu's carpenter's shop, they arrested our people, and they were tortured, which is really distressing. Brothers, Brother Hu's revenge is the revenge of all of us, I, Lu Shikun, swear that I will definitely catch the fierce traitor to avenge my brother. ”

Chen Renjie, Zhan Tianxiong and their group were all very sad and angry, and some of them even cried.

"Master------- master-------" The manager of the General Chamber of Commerce came in from the door.

"What's wrong? What's the matter? Zhan Tianxiong asked.

"Just now, Director Nalan of the Ministry of Military Affairs called, asking the old man to go to Lanxiang Pavilion to meet quickly, and there is something important to discuss."

"Tianxiong, you arrange for everyone to take turns to guard the spirits of Brother Hu, I will go to see Director Nalan, without the help of the family, it is very troublesome for us to get out the remains of the two of them. I'll see if there's any way to save Jiuting. The other altars and whistles should be careful and vigilant, and no such thing can happen again. I'll go back as soon as I go. After Lu Shikun finished speaking, he walked out of the basement and walked outside.

Maybe it's a long time of depression, maybe it's the influence of grief, Lu Shikun's footsteps are very heavy, he can't stop, he can't slack off, the road ahead is long, the wind and clouds are changing, he can only move forward, move forward.

In order to portray Lu Shikun's mood at this time, the author wrote the following words.

Walking in the lonely night, the dark fog is thick. Walking alone on the cold long street, letting the mist soak through my stiff neck, letting the cool breeze blow my tired heart, there is no hurried footsteps in the past, there is no usual wind and fire, at this moment, he just wants to use his telepathy to experience another self in the distance......

When you are busy, you don't feel bored when you're tired, you don't feel tired when you're bitter, and you're happy when you're tired; When I am free, my heart does not feel soothed, my body does not feel relaxed, and my body and mind are full of passion. Day after day, year after year, just like that, in the place where the heart is tired, seek a little comfort, and in the place where the dream begins, harvest a piece of the luxury of the passing years. I don't dare to deeply reminisce, and I want to give up easily, pick up a blank of slush, melt the memories of the past, squeeze some dew of the soul to make a cup of bitter wine, sit on the terrace, drink slowly, and taste the long-term waiting, unsolved heart knots, unspeakable loneliness, and sour old scabies together, which is the care of feelings and the comfort of the soul. Bring him a bitter drink, in this long dark night......

A philosopher said, "The heart will be burned. Only time and silence can produce abundant fruits. "Isn't it, when a brotherhood is about to cool down, I really feel that it is indeed the passage of time that leaves a little scab on the long-wounded scar. I really don't want to reminisce, I don't want to touch the pus-filled scar again, let it pass in the past, draw the knife and cut off the water, the heart is cold and ice, this is the emotional discouragement, or the heroic and free of Yihai Yuntian, I don't want to comment, I don't care about the condemnation of waiting, only the unspeakable old dream moans in the bottom of my heart, and I still sobbed on the edge of tears, is there still waiting? It's useless, it's not that there is no singing in the dream, but the tears have long been soaked in the rusty strings, and there is no song to sing, and there is no sound to speak. I think that using Heidegger's "poetic rest" to clear his depressed soul with wine, maybe a little comfort after being slightly drunk, using Turgenev's "once contributed as much as possible" to rescue him from the quagmire of the past, and maybe there is a choice after waking up.

Where is the road? Ask the heavens about the wine, ask yourself. Let's sing, after drinking, maybe you can find your way home.