There is another spring rain in Bianliang, Tokyo, but the dogs and men under the oil-paper umbrellas on the streets are always so confident and elegant.

Here is Bianliang, the Bianliang of the green buildings everywhere, the Bianliang of the rich world, the drunken dream of death, the flashy Bianliang of the smoke......

"Ahem...... Bah! pickled waste wood, a pair of dead and unaffordable virtues, why don't you go to the river? ”

A man wrapped in a torn jacket spit out a mouthful of yellow phlegm to the young man lying on the grass pile in the stable, and then the man scolded and carried a bag of hay to the horses outside to add night grass.

The boy didn't move his eyelids, just stared blankly at the tattered roof of the stable, and let the flies buzz around him.

It's been half a month...... Song Wen still doesn't want to accept the fact that he is a tragic traverser. Moreover, he also crossed into a frail, sickly, and extremely poor third-rate Qinglou little turtle male!

Thinking about his nearly thirty years of career in his previous life, Song Wen only felt that God was so unfair to him!

Although this is a young man with the same name and surname, he has no royal blood, and he has no national hatred and family hatred. There is no wife and concubine, and there is no backer father...... As for the system, there are only systemic typhoid sequelae plus endocrine disorders and severe malnutrition.

"I can't go back...... Who has ever heard that a rain booster rocket can also stone a person to death? That bastard is brainless, you will definitely be expelled, and you will have to pay a lot of money to Lao Tzu's family......"

A pair of lake-green embroidered shoes suddenly appeared in front of Song Wen, and a shy girl bit her lip and gently put a small oiled paper bag in Song Wen's hand.

"Brother Wen, hide these snacks and don't be taken away by that Hua Liu. I'm going to go to Daxiangguo Temple in a few days to learn the piano, and I'm afraid I won't be able to bring you food these days...... You have to be good and stop being stupid. ”

Song Wen was in no mood to talk to this girl, but there always seemed to be a shadow of this girl in the memory of this body.

The original owner of this body was sold to the Qinglou along with several other female dolls and male dolls, and there was this little green slave inside...... Beaten, scolded, starved, suffered, cold, and angry. There is also the whip that Song Wen threw out to take for the green slave before...... Childhood sweethearts? Hehe, Lao Tzu and a prostitute in a green house are childhood sweethearts?

The little green slave left in a hurry, Song Wen glanced at the dim sum paper bag, but smiled bitterly in his heart...... Whether you can live or not is two words, do you still have to worry about a poor prostitute who will inevitably be ruined by tens of millions of people?

What can I do to save her?

Suddenly, a dirty chicken paw-like hand snatched the bag of dim sum, and Song Wen knew that it was the flower Liuzi who came out of the water.

This rabbit cub has a bad stomach with a sharp beak monkey cheek, and he used to secretly make the stumbling man speak ill of Song Wen and want to take away Song Wen's good errand of serving tea and water in the front yard. Since Song Wen almost died of typhoid fever, he woke up and became stupid and stupid...... This guy sat down in the front yard and began to belittle this former companion in every possible way.

Most of the snacks that the green slave carefully gave to Song Wen in the past few days were eaten by this shriveled calf.

As soon as Song Wen turned his head, nearly half of the dim sum went into Hua Liu's stomach, but he didn't expect a whip to snap and Hua Liu's throat jumped out.

The man who fed the cattle carried a horse whip and scolded: "Flower Six! You plagued bastard, and you're bullying Song Wen again? ”

"Fifth Brother Ma, you have something to say! You see he's stupid, and it's a waste to give him snacks, but I've left you half of it......"

"Thief, get out!"

Hua Liulian crawled out, but in the end he still took the half bag of snacks.

Mafu Ma Wu frowned and looked at Song Wen, who was still half-dead: "Since you don't want to live, you will go to the Bianhe River, who will you show this half-dead virtue?" This is Da Song Bianliang, there are more life and death things every day, who is hypocritical to see? ”

Death is death! Can you still wear it back? Song Wen smiled bitterly and slowly got up.

Ma Wu wondered, "What? Are you really going to throw yourself into the river? Go, go, even if you are dead, you are a slave ghost, but you are better than being abused alive......"

Song Wen suddenly raised his head and looked at Ma Wu: "Thank you Fifth Brother for taking care of me, I want to see Bianliang die again......"

Ma Wu shook his head: "Bianliang has a fart to see?" Aren't they all a bunch of masters and minions? The rich are ...... to be poor and poor."

Song Wen smiled, staggered out of the stable, and walked towards the backyard. I remember that when I entered the backyard, there was a dilapidated house for handymen. Further on, there is the kitchen and firewood room, and then through a moon gate, there is a green building like heaven on earth...... Zixuan Building!

Although it is also a third-rate hall in Bianliang Zixuan Building in Tokyo, it is also a romantic cave with more than a dozen openers. It is okay to usher in the business, and all kinds of flowers and wine are wrapped around the head and the silver is also sent in like flowing water, in exchange for the guests to spend all day and drink merrily, and there is a night of laughter and wailing, sweating and then sore back and legs.

Song Wen's memory vaguely remembers a lot of pickled and broken things in the Qinglou, but he has never been to the clouds on the earth and Dongguan Paradise, and he still wants to go to see this legendary Qinglou before he dies.

Maybe men, curiosity in this area is the strongest driving force in the soul, right?

Song Wen walked forward slowly, and as soon as he arrived at the kitchen door, he was knocked into by someone, and a teapot with a green turban scolded: "Which one doesn't have long eyes?" Be careful to sprinkle the guests' drinks and dishes...... Song Wen? Are you alive? Get out of the way, and the bustard will have to beat you up again when he sees you wandering around......"

Song Wen remembered that this fat teapot was not a villain, but he didn't want to deal with him. He staggered back to the front yard.

The kitchen is in full swing, and it is the time to welcome guests when the lights are on, and the blessing of the Song Dynasty without curfew, the men who have a few money in Bianliang's pocket can't wait to run out at night for a pastime.

The two cooks were arguing, a few apprentices were stealing food, and Song Wen grabbed two buns and walked into the front yard leisurely.

One bite down, the meat juice was warm, and the mutton fat wrapped in fresh and tender mutton mixed with the aroma of green onion and ginger rolled into the stomach, Song Wen was a little surprised that the food of the people of the Song Dynasty was actually better than that of later generations! In particular, the original taste of wheat flour and mutton is extraordinarily mellow.

Raising his head, a full moon hung on the eaves of the three-story green building, and Song Wen wanted to take a good look at this big Song ...... And then go and die.

Boom! A large basin of warm water fell from the sky with the smell of soaphorn, pouring Song Wen's head and face all over his face......

"Phew...... Bah! ”

Spit out a few inexplicable debris, Song Wen looked up...... I saw a smiling woman without rouge behind a window on the second floor.

"Yo he, isn't this the nerd Song Wen? Didn't you die? Why, I got a typhoid fever and opened my mind? Do you want to drink my sister's shampoo? Hahahaha......"

When Song Wen heard that this was the dirty water that his sister was washing her buttocks, she was instantly disgusted and almost died! Look at this girl's good looks, but this is Sister Yao! NND, God knows if she has a willow or something?

"You...... Vomit...... Vomit ......"

The two delicious mutton buns were sprayed to the ground by Song Wen to complete their mission, and the kiln sister scolded: "Dead virtue!" Don't like the old lady is dirty? That's the water that the old lady wipes her face and chest, and she is hypocritical! Next time, the old lady will pour the night pot on the head of your little turtle boy...... Hum! ”

With a bang, Sister Yao closed the window. Song Wen breathed a sigh of relief, it was not syphilis water......

A basin of "spring" rain seems to have cleared Song Wen's mind a lot, what is it lively to watch? What is your identity? Wouldn't it be enough to beat the bustard and a few teapots to death if they went in?

"Forget it, no matter how wonderful it is, it's nothing more than those few routines, where are the hundreds of teachers in Iijima Aoi so skilled? I guess it's not very interesting......"

Song Wen was just about to leave the Qinglou when he suddenly ...... The sound of stomping on the tiles came overhead.

A deliberately low voice whispered...... "Hey...... That little turtle boy! That's right, you're right! Hurry up and pull a ladder and come here......"

Song Wen tilted his head and looked, a guy in his twenties who had just grown a beard was lying in disheveled clothes next to the eaves on the second floor, waving his hand to himself anxiously. There was still a noisy sound coming from the room next to Sister Nayao who had just splashed water......

Song Wen rolled his eyes and turned around to leave, when the guy shouted anxiously: "Don't go, don't go!" Save me and give you twenty wen! ”

Song Wen didn't look back.

"One hundred wen!"

Song Wen paused and continued walking.

"A tael of silver! I'll give you a tael of silver......"

Song Wen turned his head and saw that the guy took out a small piece of broken silver from his arms and looked at him with hope, as if he was so anxious that he wanted to cry.

…… A ladder was just three feet away from this guy, and the young man was about to curse when he saw Song Wen coldly looking at the silver in his hand. The man sighed and dropped the silver first, and then saw the ladder click and fall beside him.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, scrambled down, and stealthily put away the ladder and went under the shadow next to him to start tying his belt......

"You little turtle boy is so bold that you dare to knock on your second master Zhao's bamboo pole...... You...... Why are you going? ”

Song Wen glanced at him: "Lao Tzu is tired of living, knock you for a tael of silver to buy some wine, drink it and go to the river!"

"What? Turtle referendum river? The man was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Song Wen and said, "Why did the turtle prince throw himself into the river?"