The carriage had been heading west, and the day before had rained heavily, and then it was cloudy, so the ground was still wet.

When the leaves fall on the stone pavement, they seem to be stuck with glue, and the street sweepers take bamboo brooms and laboriously pull the leaves off the stone slabs.

Pedestrians on the road accidentally stepped on a small puddle, splashing countless water droplets, wetting their shoes, and the coolness was in their hearts, and they shivered a few times.

"It's so unlucky. The man looked at the soaked shoes and said, then shook his head helplessly and went home to change his shoes.

The coachman held a silver plaque aloft aloft and the guards at the gate immediately became erect, opened the gate and let them go. The people who were waiting in line to leave the city also avoided it, and the road was unimpeded.

When they went out of the city, they were fields full of crops, and some men took sickles and reaped the fruits of a year's labor, and they did not bend down and lift their heads. In the meantime, there is a road formed by the long-term behavior of people and vehicles. Because of the rain, the soil was soaked and rotten, and the carriage left deep rut marks as it traveled.

Mu Xi leaned against the window and stared out of the window. At this time, you can still see the flag fluttering on the head of the city, which gradually disappears from view.

Once upon a time, he came here in a carriage. The sky was not so pretty, with heavy rain, a few sharp lightning flashes from time to time in the dark clouds, followed by thunder that would break people's ears, as if the end of the world was coming. He was alone in a corner of the car, the windows locked, and the raindrops falling on the roof from high above made a dull sound.

When his father put him in the car, he said to him, "Never come back, you are not fit to stay here." At that moment he understood that he had been abandoned.

There was not a glimmer of light in the small space, and he could not feel a trace of warmth, as if the world had closed its door to him. Only the shouting of the coachman made him feel alive, and the sound was so small and unusual that it was hidden by the wind and rain.

Until then, he had not been afraid of the night, and had dared to walk alone at night.

Also because of the rain, the air is extra fresh and smelly, and the wind blowing through the windows is also refreshing. The clouds in the sky rushed forward unhurriedly under the impetus of the wind.

Thinking of those past events inexplicably, Mu Xi spewed out a long breath from his nose deeply, as if to expel all the unpleasantness from his mind.

"Where are we going?" His hair was untied and fluttered around by the wind, and he didn't look messy, but more melancholy.

"It should be Daiyuan City. Shao Xuechen looked through the information given by the name, "The last time Mo Tian appeared was in the water clouds of Daiyuan City. ”

Seeing Mu Xi blinking, looking puzzled, Fengchen said lightly, "It's Qinglou." ”

When he was in the Sith Empire, he didn't go to the kind of places where he was obsessed with lust, but he only drank and watched dances, and never touched women. He felt that the first time he still had to leave it to the girl he liked to compare. He believes that this is not only a sacred thing, but also a kind of loyalty to the person he likes.

It is common to compete with others in that kind of place, and with the blessing of alcohol, it is nothing more than that, everyone discarded the masks they wore on weekdays, and smashed their daughters angrily just to fight the smile of the girl in their arms like a flower and give themselves face. They have no bearing, and most of their rude voices and words and deeds are just perfunctory on the part of the girls, and they are drunk like mud anyway, and they can't see anything.

He was the only one who always maintained the demeanor of a gentleman, and even if he was as drunk as the other drunkards, he just lay quietly on the table, like a well-behaved cat. Therefore, he is loved by many girls, and every time he goes, he gets a bunch of charming eyes, and his face is full of red lips. Many girls told him that they could spend the night with him without money, no matter what he asked.

It's a naked temptation!

A beautiful girl stands on tiptoe and whispers this sentence in your ear, accompanied by the heat of exhalation, and the sight of such a scene will make people blush and blood surge.

But he just laughed back and said, "That's not necessary, I can't make you suffer because of me, then I'll feel guilty." ”

Mu Xi took the information in Shao Xuejian's hand, "He often goes to this kind of place. ”

According to the information, Mo Tian often goes in and out of places such as Qinglou, casinos, and taverns, and even if he is penniless, he must go to the tavern to drink a pot every day, and then take advantage of the opportunity to run away when there are many people. On several occasions, he was caught by the tavern owner, and had to hand over some of his valuable things to pay off his debts or work for the boss.

"Bounty hunters are basically drunkards, perverts, or gamblers. Fengchen curled his blonde hair with his fingers. In the Sith Empire, he had a bounty hunter, or friend with whom he had a decent relationship, who was so drunk that he barely saw the other person awake, and the strong smell of alcohol when talking to him made him hold his breath.

The friend once patted him on the shoulder and said, "I can spare a day's food for a pot of wine, and I can weigh it alone from night to dawn, and I like it very much, more than anything else."

"All the money they make is spent on it, and they don't take care of it. If you have money, you will be chic, if you don't have money, you will take tasks to make money, and then continue to be chic - they are a group of people who have lost their fighting spirit, no longer have a vision for the future, and turn to the muddy. ”

I don't know why, Mu Xi's heart twitched, and the sadness overflowed. He suddenly felt a little pitiful for them, and he didn't know why, nor how to describe the sudden sadness. Maybe they've been through too much? They must have nothing, right? How else would they be like this?

It seems that I have nothing now, and I wonder if it will become like this in the future?

The four hooves of the Red Flame Spirit Horse resembled clusters of flames, and its four hooves soared into the air as it galloped, its bright, crimson mane undulating like grass on a field blown by the wind.

The groom held the reins and the other in his hand the whip, and from sunrise to sunset, he did not stop for a moment except for the necessary physiological needs. Migratory birds in the sky flew over the roof of the car, changing batch after batch. The scene outside the window rapidly retracts, shrinking in the field of view until it is no longer visible.

Shao Xuechen except for the two sentences when he first got into the car, he was closing his eyes and recuperating, but his waist was straight, as if he could draw his sword and cut it at any time. Fengchen said that he was in a hurry all night last night, without rest, and fell asleep. Of course, he didn't say that he was beaten by a mountain demon, first, they weren't good enough to say anything, and second, it was really a shameful thing. Mu Xi was looking out the window when he stumbled upon a snail that had been clinging to the window edge and was climbing upward.

It was as if he had discovered something terrible, and bubbles bubbled up in his calm heart, and the bubbles rose, bursting on the surface of the water, rippling with circle of ripples.

He took the snail off the window and watched as it slowly climbed upwards to the same trajectory that had left slime on it. When it had climbed to a certain height, he took it down again, and so on several times in a row.

This kind of boring game, he took it to pass the time.

This was the sixth time, and he looked at the snail climbing upward, and felt irritated for no reason. He didn't want to go on with the game, so he stretched out his finger and squeezed it hard.

The snail's thin shell made a crunch, like music for the end of its life. It turned into a pile of soft objects that looked slimy.

"Why did you kill it?" Shao Xuechen opened his eyes.

Mu Xi turned his head, and those eyes did not look at him, but looked out the window. It was the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sky swayed like flame-like clouds, reflected on his pupils like flowing lava, pure, without a hint of confusion.

Mu Xi opened his mouth and did not make any sound. He didn't know how to answer the question, because he didn't know why. A person's mood will always change, just like this fickle world, one second the wind is beautiful, the next second is stormy. Although everything will be sudden, it will also be reasonable.

"You're jealous of it. Shao Xuechen said lightly, looking at his gaze was very penetrating.

"How could I be jealous of a snail?" Mu Xi categorically rejected his inference, and showed disdain, "Please, I crushed it to death with one finger, what can I get by being jealous of it?"

Hell, let's skip this topic. It's just killing a snail, what reason is needed? Am I jealous that I accidentally stepped on an ant? What do you know about wood? Are you pretending to be a psychological master by acting like you can peek into people's hearts at this moment?

"You don't have to show superiority to hide your heart. Shao Xuechen said, "Actually, you know better than anyone else." ”

Mu Xi's body stiffened visibly, and then his expression changed from calm to flustered, and then he hooked his head down, and his long black hair blocked his face. Yes, Shao Xuechen was right, he was jealous of the snail that was crushed to death. At this moment, he seemed to be frightened, and at the same time he could not find the young beast in the arms of the mother beast, and gradually shrank into a ball.

"Even if you take it down countless times, it will probably climb back up countless times to the end of the road. Shao Xuechen said to herself, "So you're jealous of it." Your strength is not strong, this is a congenital reason, and it cannot be changed. Therefore, you only focus on theory, waste actual combat, and whenever you mention issues about your own strength, you always keep silent. You can get a perfect score in theory every time, but you don't even go to the final practical test, probably because you have given up on yourself as a coach, so you don't bother to care about you. You actually have low self-esteem, so you want to gain the respect of others, but gaining respect is not necessarily to be better than others, but to convince the other party.

"People who give up too early are cheap, and the decisions they make are even more cheap. You're not even as good as a snail. ”

This was the most Mu Xi heard Shao Xuechen say. It is worthy of him, he is as sharp as a knife when he does things and even speaks, and he stabbed into Mu Xi's heart with a knife, stabbing so deeply. Piercing his most vulnerable spots, bleeding from the ground.

He should have retorted, but at the moment he just said, "You won't understand." The voice was trembling and hoarse.

What do you know? What do you understand? You are just a genius in the sky, you are talented, everyone envies you, someone makes way for you when you walk on the road, and the girls on the side of the road will stop and look back because of you. You live in your world, you see only what you see, and you don't know what other people have suffered.

In the class, whenever there is a place for him, he can burst into laughter, and that's because he will deliberately do something hilarious, like a clown who plays a burlesque. These actions are more like a deliberate attempt to curry favor. He pretends to be a clown in exchange for his position in the class, but more often, his classmates just treat him as a joke of amusement, and anyone who is bored can shout for him to perform, and when he is in a good mood, he waves his hand and sends it away.

When did he become like this? He hated himself like this. In his impression, the classmates who were smiling around him had turned into ugly monsters covered with pimples and a layer of mucus on their skins, which dripped to the place and emitted a suffocating and unpleasant smell.

He was huddled in the car, his head buried deep in his legs. He hugged himself tightly, as if the gesture would make him feel something, warmth or security. Maybe it's both.

"Be careful——!