He walked home, his chest was full of blood coughed up from his mouth, not only the muscles of his limbs began to stiffen, but even his face was completely numb, maybe he had many emotions that were coming to the end of his life, but outsiders couldn't see it.

The most cherished saber of the past was used as a crutch, and the tip of the scabbard was covered with mud.

When he came to the official road, he walked tremblingly like an old man, and was soon driven up by Yun Wujing on horseback.

He hesitated for a moment on the side of the tall and sturdy horse, but still took the reins, stepped up with difficulty, and didn't even have the strength to thank Chu Kexing, he lowered his body, tried to stick to the horse's back, and came all the way to the outside of Kaifeng along the official road.

The journey was groggy, and he couldn't even remember how to return to Kaifeng, but after entering the city, he came to his senses and his mind was extremely sharp. The feedback from the whole city to him is clear to the extreme, this is the city he has lived in for a long time, and there are many details reflected in his heart - not so much that he is reluctant to do all this, but that his life has come to the end, and he has an instinctive desire to survive.

But he also had a clear insight, and understood that all fantasies did not correspond to reality, and reality could not be shaken, as if the streets, markets, pedestrians, shouting, talking, and the smell of wine outside were all mirages that would be scattered when the wind blew.

He fell off his horse outside the door, struggled to his feet on the ground, took off his blue robe, and looked down at the placket of his chest, where the pale red mark was faint, and it was not easy to notice it if he did not look closely.

He rolled up his robe and rubbed it vigorously against the side of his chin before pushing the door in.

There was a sound of oil in the firewood room, and he threw his sword and robe at the foot of the outer wall of the house, brought a stool, sat down at the table in the courtyard, took the tea cup that was upside down on the table, poured hot tea from the teapot, blew it, and the blood dripped into the tea, and he drank it all in one gulp, as if he had not seen it at all.

The mother leaned out half of her body from the firewood room, saw him sitting there, and said with a smile: "There is also a meat crisp, it will be fine soon." ”

He pursed his lips and wanted to smile, but there was only indifference on his face.

When the dishes were on the table, his mother served him a big bowl of rice, and sat down opposite him and immediately sandwiched a chopsticks and meat crisp for him.

Just out of the pot, the aroma is overflowing.

He picked up the bowl, lowered his head, and took a big gulp.

The mother looked at him with a smile, and her smile quickly turned into surprise......

"Son, what's going on?"

He shook his head and focused on eating......

My mother even put down her chopsticks.

This big bowl of rice with bamboo shoots and crispy meat has been eaten into the stomach. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the old lady, there was no look on his face, and he was faintly scary.

"Mother, the child is not filial, and I can't accompany you for dinner at night. ”

"What the hell is going on? Don't scare your mother!"

"This little Chinese New Year's Eve child can't get by. He lowered his head, not daring to look at the panic and misery on the old lady's face full of tears, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and said, "The child lost at the hands of a heroic hero, and died without complaint...... I hope the mother doesn't blame the child. ”

The old lady rushed over, hugged him, touched his face, lost her voice in pain, and couldn't speak.

At the end of the world, he wanted to look at the old lady, and was about to raise his head, but he didn't move, the whole person was like a wooden statue, and the light gradually disappeared from his eyes, as if the boundless darkness had swallowed him completely.

He closed his eyes, gently, with the last breath in his body, and said: "Mother, don't worry, live a good life in the future, and someone will take care of the child's affairs......"

Cao Yujing fell into the arms of his mother, and his breathing stopped, but there was still an inexplicable thought in his mind - he should get married earlier and have a child.

No one knows what people think when they die.

This was the case in the past, and it will not change in the future.

............

People who have lived in Chang'an for a long time did not expect that it would snow at night.

Many firecrackers became silent in the snow, and the bloom and resounding that should have been there were quietly silent in the unwilling heart.

Jiang Shouhua was confused and helpless in the small courtyard where Liu Mansion was supposed to be, singing Xiao Yan's poems in her heart with the sound of the piano of the nearby people.

Yun Wujing and Wu Shuang were on their way to the restaurant, and Wu Shuang waved his arms excitedly to turn the flying snow in the air into countless white fireflies.

The fast catcher in the city, who received the news, walked slowly towards Wei Xian's mansion to finish.

Next to the well, four young men were carrying two large and airtight wooden boxes wrapped in tarpaulins from the dark room in the well.

The two of them carried a wooden box to the front of the hall and placed it on a carriage.

Pulling the carriage out of the Wei Mansion, heading towards the west of the city, after the staggered raiding and fast servants, out of the city, to the outside of the inconspicuous courtyard of the Ning family.

Hearing the commotion, Darkpile came out to pick up the carriage, carried the two boxes through the side door, and moved them to a hut.

Not long after, Ning Xiaosi walked into the hut, and the four extremely loyal family members tore off the oilcloth and opened the large wooden box, revealing the gold neatly placed inside.

Xiao Si said: "Take them all out and look at the bottom." ”

The four family members were busy for a while, took out the gold, put it aside, and looked inside, one of them turned back to Ning Xiaosi and said, "Little fourth brother, there is nothing." ”

Another person was not at ease, and picked up the whole box and shook it vigorously without making a sound.

Xiao Si kept standing behind him with his hands down, and he didn't go up to look at it, and asked them with a smile: "Is this box very precious?"

The man who picked up the whole box immediately reacted, punched the bottom of the box, and heard a "click", the wood at the bottom of the box was cracked, revealing the partition, he immediately pulled open the layer, and took out an oiled paper bag from it.

The oiled paper bag was unwrapped and handed to Xiao Si, he took out a stack of silver tickets from it, handed it to a family member, took out another booklet, opened it and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Very good, the adults in the court should be interested in this thing." ”

The partition in the other box was also knocked open, and there was also an oiled paper bag, "Little Fourth Brother is really capable, he can get so much money for nothing without much effort!"

Ning Xiaosi smiled silently, turned around and walked outside, looked at the flying snow, and said lightly: "Little Chinese New Year's Eve, what a good sign!"

............

Turning into the alley from Fukang Street, the sound of clogs falling on the snow-soaked ground made a faint dull sound.

She pushed the old wooden door, but it was bolted and could not be pushed open.

She patted the castanets hanging from the side of the door, and the small planks collided with the door frame, making an empty silent sound.

She listened for a moment, but there was not a trace of movement in it.

Turning back to face the alley from which she came, she stood for a moment, not daring to enter the black alley again. So he jumped up, made a beautiful turn in the air, and landed in the middle of the yard, and the cat napping in the corner was frightened and let out a strange cry, and jumped out of nowhere.

She walked outside the house, and suddenly froze, the door of the house was not closed, the wind and snow drifted in, and the ground was like a layer of frost, and it was miserable and white.

He went to the bed, carefully took off his clogs, stepped over him, went into the bed, lay down, and looked at the dark roof.

Jiro, I don't have a place to go!

Will you blame me?

She recited in her heart: "The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither impurified nor impure, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old death, no old age, no old age, no suffering, no wisdom, and no gain. ”

The heart is still not still.

She slowly turned around and hugged Ye Yunsheng.

The face was pressed against his back, and soon the clothes on his back were wet.

Obviously, Ye Yunsheng had a strong smell of blood on his body, as well as the smell of sweat and wine...... It's all breaths she doesn't like.

But when she smelled the scent, she quietly fell into her dream.

In the dream, there is a small house, a plum blossom tree with just the right flowers, and a compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva.

She fell asleep, but unconsciously, she hugged Ye Yunsheng closer and tighter......

End of Volume 1