"Song Xing, keep your mouth clean. ”

Yan Weini frowned and shouted in a deep voice.

Song Xing sneered, glanced at Yan Zhini, and said lightly: "Yan Huozi, you are a little four-star son, and you dare to talk like this to the old man?"

Yan Rank snorted, in terms of qualifications, Song Xing is indeed much deeper than him.

Song Xing looked at Di Shuye, and the corners of his mouth pulled up an arc full of sarcasm: "Di Shuye, right, you may not understand, let's say so......"

Di Shuye suddenly interrupted him and said: "You are big, I'm not stupid, you mean that the city lord of this lonely city in Mobei is a woman, and my father-in-law Di Jingxian is the husband of the city lord, and this brand is what the city lord gave to the people of the soul clan because of my father-in-law." ”

Song Xing's brows furrowed, a few decades ago, he was the third elder of the Tang Tu Realm Soul Clan, over the years, being in a high position made him arrogant and inflated his temperament infinitely, he has always been like a mountain, he was almost never interrupted when he spoke, and he was very angry that Di Shuye interrupted his words.

Whether it is a human or a cloud beast, when its majesty is violated, it will definitely defend its majesty by force.

So Song Xing made a move.

Di Shuye had never seen such a swift attack speed, Di Shuye only saw Song Xing's right hand shake, and he felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a heavy hammer, and suddenly snorted and retreated a few feet.

"Young man, you're still far away!" Song Xing stood with his fists closed and sneered.

"Old thing!"

"Hugh my father!"

The blue bird and the three-eyed cow roared angrily, and were about to rush up, but Di Shuye suddenly shouted: "Come back!"

The two cloud beasts glared at Song Xing, but they didn't attack after all.

"Old guy, there are really two brushes, no wonder you are so arrogant, the days will be long in the future, let's play slowly." Di Shuye sneered, turned around and walked towards the north of the city.

He really didn't have the mood to fight today, and if he wanted to see his father-in-law soon, he couldn't even stabilize his mind, let alone fight with this Song Xing, who was at least at the level of a seven-star son.

In the distance, Lao Yuan looked at the few people here and looked at each other, and they all sighed.

"This Deshu night...... Even if he is the Holy Son, but he is so cowardly and cowardly, we can only die if we follow him. ”

"yes, it's a paper tiger. ”

"Alas, we souls don't want to think about it again. “

Song Xing didn't seem to expect Di Shu to be so happy at all, and he was stunned for a long time before he laughed: "It's very self-aware, I hope you can be so clear in the future." ”

Song Xing looked at Di Shuye who was leaving, laughing on his face, but where was there a trace of a smile in his eyes?

"Saya, good job. I'm really worried that you're going to fight to the death with that old thing, but it's okay. Yan Zhini praised while leading the way.

Di Shu Yeqi said: "Is there anything wrong with me fighting with him to the death?"

He was reluctant to do it because he was worried about his father-in-law and couldn't concentrate. He didn't think that there would be anything wrong with fighting to the death with this Song Xing.

"Forget it, don't say much, time is pressing, you better go see your stepfather as soon as possible, I think what you are anxious about is the soul body next to you, right?" Yan Weini smiled.

Di Shuye nodded, he really didn't want to waste more time here.

(Rose 3: One night, I was playing in the forum, and it was almost ten o'clock, and I was about to get off the plane, when I suddenly received a call from a female neighbor.

The female neighbor cried on the phone and said, Brother Zhang, I'm in the hotel, something happened, come and take a look.

I felt a chill in my heart, knowing that something had happened to Rose.

I didn't bother to hang up the phone for my husband, went downstairs, rolled out my motorcycle, and hurried to the Olympic Hotel.

In the hallway, there were several cooks and young ladies standing, and a female neighbor was posted outside the door of a room.

I walked over, the door of the room was plugged in from the inside, and the singing of "Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Roses" came from the room, and the loudspeaker was loud, but I could still hear the roses singing with a cry.

From the day of the breakup

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses

When the flowers are withered, the people are haggard

Thousands of alliances and oaths are annihilated with flowers

......

The female neighbor told me that it was several guests of the procuratorate who were drinking in this room at night, and a regular customer brought it, and Rose drank a lot of liquor, got drunk, and while singing, got into a fight with a guest.

Later, the guests got angry and left, and the roses plugged in the door of the room, amplified the volume of the speakers inside, and sang "Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Roses".

I knocked on the door vigorously and shouted loudly, Rose, I am your big brother Zhang, you open the door.

After a few screams, only to hear the singing inside abruptly stop, Rose shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'm a chicken!" What are you? What are you? You're chicken shit! You're a dog shit! You're a bunch of stinky shit!

Rose then shouted in English, and I guess she was still swearing, cursing in English.

I puffed up and slammed the door open with my shoulder.

The room was a mess, the dining table had fallen to the floor, and the glass countertops and plates, soup pots, wine bottles, and so on had shattered into a heap.

Rose was topless, her bra drooping over her chest, one of her eyes was blue, and her mouth was bleeding downward, dripping red from her neck and chest.

The female neighbor stepped forward, put on a bra and dressed Rose, and I wiped her neck and chest with a napkin.

The wine in the mouth of the rose is very strong.

Rose stopped scolding, didn't speak, and watched straight at the two of us doing all this for her.

I asked the female neighbor, are the guests gone?

She said they were all gone.

I said, what about that acquaintance?

The female neighbor said that she was also gone.

I said, look, are they people? They beat a girl!

The female neighbor looked at me and said, Brother Zhang, look at this thing, you see, alas, you persuade Rose, the guests are waiting for me to look for them, ask them to apologize, and ask them to pay money.

The female neighbor also said, Brother Zhang, it's not easy for me to open this shop, alas, it's really not easy.

The female neighbor burst into tears.

I sighed and walked out of the room with Rose's shoulders in my arms.

A few cooks and ladies looked out in the hallway.

I wanted to send Rose to her dormitory on the second floor, Rose spoke, Rose pointed to the moon in the night sky outside the window and said, Brother Zhang, look how round and bright the moon is tonight, you can walk with me, can you accompany me to the lawn in the stadium?

I said, everyone is asleep, let's just take a look at the gate, okay?

Rose didn't object, I hugged her, walked out of the hotel door, and approached the stadium.

Standing there, Rose looked at the lawn that glowed black in the moonlight, and murmured that the moon was brighter that night than it was tonight.

I looked at the eyes of the roses, and under the moonlight, I saw that the eyes of the roses were no longer dim, but very bright.

Since the acquaintance of Rose, her eyes have always been dull and straight, and even when she laughs, her eyes have no special brilliance.

Rose rested her head on my chest and continued her muttering.

The college entrance examination was about to begin, and that night, the lights were out, and there was no one outside, so he ran out of my dormitory window and asked me out with a code.

He was our class president, I was a member of the study committee, and we always came first and second in the two exams.

We went to the playground and we sat on the lawn and watched the moon.

He wanted to kiss me, but I didn't let him kiss him, I said, when the college entrance examination is over, let you kiss enough.

How round and bright the moon was that night.

Late at night, he hugged me and said, I really don't want to go back, I really want to sit here with you all night.

His dormitory is on the third floor.

The door to the hallway was already closed, and he had planned to climb into the dormitory through the window.

When I got to the window of his dormitory, he hugged me tightly.

I saw him holding the sewer pipe with both hands, and little by little he climbed up.

He climbed past the first floor.

He climbed over the second floor.

He climbed to the third floor.

He put his hand on the windowsill.

The moon shone him clearly.

He turned his head and looked at me, looking up at him.

He smiled, his teeth glittering in the moon, and his face glittering in the moon.

He raised a hand, pressed his lips, gave me a flying kiss, and then, shaking his arm at me, he was saying goodbye to me.

That's when I saw him fall all at once.

Before his cry reached my ears, I saw him lying flat at my feet.

I collapsed on the ground.

I saw him close his eyes tightly, move his hands and feet a few times, and then never move again.

I saw his head gurgling with blood.

I was so frightened that I ran back to my dorm room.

That night, I shuddered and watched the moon move slowly in the sky.

Before dawn, I heard a shout outside.

He's dead.

I didn't dare to say in front of my teachers, classmates, or parents that he was with me before he died.

I couldn't sleep all night, I lay on my bed, crying quietly, and the days passed in a trance.

The night before the college entrance examination, I remembered the scene after he landed and began to cry again.

Suddenly, my head fell apart.

Everything changed before my eyes.

Dreams, those dreams, those scary dreams, one after the other, wrapped around me and turned me into a hemp.

I let Rose finish her story and send her back to the hotel.

Entering Rose's room, Rose suddenly hugged me.

The rose shook her body slightly, put her lips to my ear, and sang "Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Roses" again

The past is like the wind

Infatuation is just hard to understand

Borrow wine and send it away

I can't send it away

Frog projection

I can't reflect your face

I still see you alone in the photo

The night wind is cold

Looking back on the past is like a dream

The heart is like freezing

How can you not meet each other?

It's hard to give up the heartache

The unrelenting affection is like the wind

I can't give up your indulgence in my heart

I have already planted it for you

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses

From the day of the breakup

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses

When the flowers are withered, the people are haggard

Thousands of alliances and oaths are annihilated with flowers

Rose finished singing the song and said, Watanabe-kun, I want you.

I said, Rose, you look up and look at me.

Rose said, Watanabe-kun, it's only been a few years, you don't remember me? I'm Reiko.

Rose said again, come, Watanabe-kun, let's go up to Chuáng.

I gently carried the rose to the bed.

Rose curled up in my arms and said, "Hey, I've lived an incredible life, but I never thought I'd let a writer who was twenty-five years older than me get rid of it."

Do you take it off yourself?, I asked. (The touching ** between Watanabe and Reiko in "Norwegian Wood" was deeply engraved in my heart many years ago.) I remember Watanabe saying this to Reiko at the time)

Rose said, okay, I'll take it off, but I'm full of wrinkles, don't be disappointed!

I said, I, love your wrinkles.

Rose said, I'm going to cry again.

After Rose whispered this line of Reiko, she tilted her head and snore softly.

I went downstairs and said goodbye to my female neighbor.

The female neighbor asked worriedly, "It doesn't matter, right?"

I said, it doesn't matter, just sober up.

One day at noon, while eating, my wife said to me, "Do you know? Another stripped naked chicken was found on the street.

I sighed.

In the evening, two neighbors came to my house with two bottles of good wine, two tubes of good tea and a big gift bag.

The wife was a little stunned.

The neighbor said that Brother Zhang helped find a waiter, and he didn't come to thank him until now, which is really embarrassing.

My wife looked at me.

I said to my wife, "Oh, that's all the work of the only husband."

I also said to my neighbors, small things, between us, there is no need to spend so much.

The two neighbors looked into my eyes and said, Brother Zhang is familiar with each other and has a lot of relationships, so I will have to take care of Brother Zhang more in the future.

They dropped their things and left.

I had a weird feeling in my heart.

The next night, the female neighbor hung up the phone and said, Brother Zhang, Miss Rose is gone, saying that she doesn't want to work here anymore, and she has to ask you to help find another young lady.

My heart sank.

I hurriedly looked up the small town weekly newspaper a few days ago, and in the news column, I saw this message:

On the morning of April 29, a female corpse was found on Ping'an Street, which belonged to him. The face is ruined and unclaimed. The city's public security department is actively collecting the identity certificate of the female corpse in preparation for the investigation of this case.

I hung up the phone with my lone husband and said, "Rose is gone, and I don't know where she has gone."

The lone husband asked me, is she sick?

I said, "I'm not sick."

I didn't tell the lone husband about the quarrel between Rose and the guest that night.

After a while, the lone husband came to my house with a small package tightly wrapped in plastic paper and flower cloth.

Sitting in the living room, I opened the little package with my lone husband.

Inside the package are three delicate diaries.

When I opened a book, page after page of delicate pen words appeared in front of my husband and me.

It was a diary of Rose's high school life.

The diary records Rose's high school life, the diary records the psychological journey of a young girl for three years, and the diary records a pure, but unforgettable love story.

The diary, many places were flooded.

A little bit, a clump, a circle of water stains, but it can't hide the beauty and magnificence of those words.

My husband and I took a general look at it and thought to ourselves, "It's rare, it's rare!" After these diaries were sorted out and published a little, Guo Jingming, Chunshu, and a few "post-80s" writers would have no readers. (To be continued...) )