At the entrance of the City God Temple, the crowd is surging.

Some people smirked like crazy, and some exclaimed, "Hey! It's snowing, it's snowing again. ”

In the light of the shattered star-like world, fine snow fell again.

Song Ciwan was squeezed to the side again, and the young man who was crying and laughing with the family talisman in his arms subconsciously followed her closely.

People are more anxious: "Hurry! Let's go, it's snowing, I'm going home! ”

Some people are still obsessively crowded to buy talismans, and some people have already bought talismans, so they just want to run home while the snow is still not heavy.

Why do you seem to be afraid of this snow?

In fact, what people are afraid of is not the snow, but the evil disaster that happened in the night snow like last night!

Song Ciwan naturally did not fight against the crowd, she walked quickly, the more she walked, the more she walked, and she didn't know how long she walked, and it seemed that she had only walked for a while, the crowded crowd gradually thinned out, and the snow in front of her suddenly became clean and clean, and the long street was open.

The young man who followed her was still rushing forward, and when he saw her suddenly stop, he immediately exclaimed: "It's going to crash, it's going to crash, ouch!" ”

Song Ciwan turned sideways and avoided him gently and skillfully, but the young man couldn't stop and fell on his stomach with a bang.

At this time, the new snow had just fallen on the street, and the ground was wet, so the young man lay on the ground like a frog in the water and raised his head, grinning at Song Ciwan.

Facing such a smiling face with bells and whistles, Song Ciwan suddenly couldn't hold back and laughed.

The young man smiled and said, "Sister Yueniang, I, I just invited the family amulet, I'm so happy." ”

His title made Song Ciwan raise his eyebrows, and after thinking for a while, he finally remembered that this young man was also a child of the small officials of Jishanfang, and they should have known each other when they were young.

I haven't seen him for a while, and his face is too dirty, so Song Ciwan didn't recognize him at once.

"Are you Uncle Yang's Ah Xuan?" She stepped forward and stretched out a hand, ready to pull Yang Taixuan, who was lying on the ground, up.

The humble young man Yang Taixuan hurriedly put his right hand behind his back, and when he wiped his wet hand dry with the clean clothes on his back, he grabbed the hand handed over by Song Ciwan and stood up with her strength.

"Thank you, Sister Yueniang." Yang Taixuan was embarrassed and thanked him stupidly.

Song Ciwan withdrew his hand and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?" They all avoided me. ”

As he spoke, Song Ciwan opened an oil-paper umbrella. She was drenched in the rain once, and since then she has developed the habit of carrying an umbrella with her, and at this time the snow is thick, and she also has an umbrella to support.

Yang Taixuan hunched his back and walked with Song Ciwan. Song Ciwan's umbrella leaned over slightly, helping him cover the snow.

Yang Taixuan's lips trembled slightly, and he said with some excitement: "Sister Yueniang, when I was a child, I was beaten by my father, and everyone laughed at me, only you comforted me......"

He added, "My father died the other day. ”

Such a sentence took a turn of some surprise.

Song Ciwan didn't know how to answer, remembering that some time ago there were indeed a few more fast shift officials, she didn't pay much attention to who they were, it turned out that one of them was Yang Taixuan's father.

She wanted to say "festival mourning", but she heard Yang Taixuan say: "Sister Wan Niang, if you want to say that your life is hard, now that I am as hard as you, of course I am not afraid of you." ”

This is not a good thing, but Yang Taixuan laughed again as he spoke: "My father is dead, and no one beats me and my mother day and night, they all tell me that they want me to mourn, but in fact, I don't mourn at all, and there is nothing to mourn." ”

Yes, Yang Taixuan's father is a complete domestic violence man, and he will take any opportunity to beat his wife and children to death.

At first, the neighbors would stop and persuade when they saw it.

Later, I found that no matter how he stopped and persuaded him, Yang's father never changed his habit of beating his wife and children, and every time he finished beating someone, as long as he cried and repented to his wife, Yang's wife would always forgive him.

Slowly, the neighbors stopped dissuading it, and they all regarded it as a sideshow, not only accustomed to it, but sometimes even had some fun.

Song Ciwan doesn't have fun, although her family and the Yang family are in Jishanfang, they are separated by two streets, and she has heard of Yang's father's love for domestic violence, but she has hardly seen it with her own eyes.

She had only seen the injuries on Yang Taixuan's body, and it seemed that she had helped him with medicine when she was a child.

At this time, seeing Yang Taixuan talking about her father's death with a smile on her face, she couldn't help but think that this young man might have been driven to madness in the domestic violence day after day.

But that's nothing, you can't ask someone who has been bullied since childhood to be kind to the abuser.

Song Ciwan said: "There is no need to say mourning, it is better to ...... Congratulations on getting out of the sea of suffering! ”

Yang Taixuan's arched back was slightly at this time, he looked sideways at Song Ciwan, and said in surprise and joy: "Sister Yueniang, don't you persuade me to be the dead, let me cry more for him?" ”

Song Ciwan said: "When some people die, their sins are gone. But even if some people die, their sins will not be quenched. Since I have not suffered from you, how can I persuade you to let go? ”

Yang Taixuan looked at Song Ciwan, and just now he was talking about not crying, but at this time, two lines of tears fell from his eyes.

Tears washed over the dirt marks on his face, revealing a very fine white skin.

He wiped his face wildly, but the tears were more and more clear.

"Hehehe, hahaha......" he cried in his eyes and laughed in his mouth, "Sister Yueniang, those people, they persuaded me to mourn, and when they saw that I didn't seem to mourn, they accused me again, blaming me for why I didn't grieve!" Hahaha, you say, aren't these people funny? ”

"You were the first to tell me that even if some people die, their sins will not be quenched...... I'm so happy! I just don't grieve for him, in my heart, he's always guilty! Yang Taixuan wiped the tears from his face again.

He said: "But he is dead, I can't cry, I'm going to laugh in the future, I'm going to laugh, haha, hahaha!" ”

Laughing and laughing, his tears really stopped, he looked at Song Ciwan, cracked his mouth and laughed out a mouthful of white teeth, a pair of eyes washed with tears were bright as broken stars falling under the lights on the side of the road.

At this time, the scales appeared, and a white background and blue light air mass lay on the weighing pan.

This is the first time Song Ciwan has seen such a color of qi, most of what he usually sees is gray and white, or blue and black, like this white background through the blue light, not like qi, it seems to be a ball of green and white jade!

[Human desire, joy, anger, sorrow, five catties and seven taels, can be sold. 】

Yang Taixuan's emotions are so turbulent, there are five catties and seven taels!

This is also the first time that Song Ciwan has collected such a number of seven emotions and six desires, is it precisely because of this that this group of qi shows a jade-like color?

She put away the scales, looked at Yang Taixuan and smiled lightly.

The two walked together in the snow, and while walking in the direction of Jishanfang, Yang Taixuan opened the conversation box and began to talk to Song Ciwan about his future plans.

"Sister Yueniang, I'm going to find a martial arts gym to practice martial arts. My father died, and the yamen gave him a pension of fifty taels, and my mother took five taels of silver out to bury him. ”

"I have to keep some money at home, and I still have thirty taels to take out to practice martial arts. The first month of enrollment in the Zhangjia Martial Arts Hall only costs five taels of silver, I want to practice hard, and when I finish my practice to find a job to earn money, everything will be good in the future. ”

That's really good, Song Ciwan said: "Yes, great." ”

Yang Taixuan said again: "Actually, I can inherit my father's position, but my mother is afraid that I will be killed by a demon like my father, so she doesn't allow me to go." ”

Yes, the position of a low-level official can be hereditary, like Song Ciwan, if she is not a girl, then she can also inherit Song Youde's job as a small official.

But she is a girl, so the original Song Ciwan could only be forced into the Huan bathroom.

At this time, Yang Taixuan said again: "Sister Yueniang, how much debt do you still owe?" When I can earn money, I'll help you pay it back, and you don't have to go to the Huan Washroom anymore, it's not a long-term place. ”

When he said this, Song Ciwan was startled.

But she reacted very quickly, and immediately raised her eyebrows and asked Yang Taixuan: "Ah Xuan, do you look down on me working in the Huan Washroom?" ”

Yang Taixuan suddenly panicked, he stammered and explained: "No, I'm not, I'm ......"

Song Ciwan interrupted him and said, "Ah Xuan, what is the world of martial artists like?" When you go to the martial arts hall in the future, can you talk to me about it? ”

Yang Taixuan was interrupted, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and he hurriedly said, "Of course you can!" ”

While talking, the two walked all the way, only to see a familiar scene in front of them, it turned out to be Song Ciwan's house.

And at the gate of the Song family's courtyard, there was a young man who was braving the wind and snow.

This person is thin and tall, dressed as a scholar, and his face is a little red from being beaten by the wind and snow, it is Song Ciwan's ex-fiancé, the Wang Yi who once used his emotional value to exchange Song Ciwan for the first layer of the Forgetting Heart Sutra!

As soon as Wang Yi raised his eyes, he saw Song Ciwan and Yang Taixuan holding an umbrella together, and when they came together, his face changed in an instant.

He stretched out his finger to the two of them, and opened his mouth to stammer, as if he was shocked and angry: "You, you ......"

Song Ciwan tilted his head, but when he saw this emotional treasure boy, he smiled slightly.