The night is bleak, and the moon hangs in the sky.

The shadow seemed to be very drunk, and her walking foot had begun to bend.

The sword of the shadow hung from his waist, and the sword that swayed with his body would certainly not kill a person now.

It doesn't matter what kind of person this person is, as long as he's a person, maybe the shadow is no match for him.

The long street was silent now, and the shadow was wandering through a street he was unfamiliar with, with the wine in his hand that could get him drunk.

The people who live on the streets may not have woken up, and the people who sleep at this time must still have their own dreams.

The wine in the wine jar is the strongest 'burning knife', the wine seal has been opened, and the people are constantly pouring wine in the shaking, and after each sip, the shadow will stand and cough a few times.

The wound on his chest was constantly oozing bright red blood, and his brow was not wrinkled, at this time, the sad shadow had forgotten the pain.

The pace is very slow, the streets are quiet, and it is already five watches.

In the silence, the shadow heard the sound of the gong on the watch, which was mixed with the shouts of the watchmen, and the hoarse voice echoed in the night before dawn.

At the end of the street, the figure of the person is not too high, and a hunchbacked watchman walks into the street.

The shadow looked at the man with misty eyes, and the man finally slowly came to himself.

The hunchbacked man holds only one gong in his hand, and this is a very special gong.

Standing in front of the shadow, the hunchbacked man stopped his steps, his eyes looked at the sword in the shadow's hand, and he let out a long sigh.

"It's a pity for a good sword," the hunchbacked man sighed in a hoarse voice.

The shadow didn't answer.

"It's a pity for a living man," said the hunchback, looking at the shadow.

The shadow didn't speak.

"May I drink your wine?" said the hunchback.

The shadow still didn't answer, but the wine was handed over.

The hunchback man took a sip, wiped his mouth with his free hand, and said, "Good wine, good sad wine." ”

"There are only sad people, no sad wine. The shadow replied.

"The wine that kills sorrow is even more sorrowful, and the wine of a sad person is the wine of a sad heart. The hunchback man said slowly.

The shadow didn't return to the sentence, and his cloudy eyes blurred.

"May I sit down and drink with you?" said the hunchback.

"Yes, but why are you sitting and drinking? There are no chairs to sit on. The shadow replied.

"Because I killed two people today, I'm so tired," the hunchback said in a hoarse voice. Without waiting for the shadow to answer, he added, "Why do you have to sit in a chair and drink?"

"Killing people is very tired! If you don't hate the dirty ground, we can sit on the ground and drink. The shadow lowered his head, looked at the sword in his waist, and shook his body as if he was not drunk.

"It's a good idea, the sky makes the quilt, the ground makes the kang, I like it. The hunchback's feet moved, and the man sat cross-legged on the ground.

His gong was placed on the ground.

The shadow laughed and said with a smile, "This is the best chair I've ever seen, and this chair can sleep well when drunk." ”

The posture of a person sitting is not necessarily the best, but the sitting person drinks to be refreshed. The shadow sat on the ground, his eyes narrowing.

The hunchbacked man who was sitting carefully looked at the shadow sitting down, and he said in a calm tone: "It's so comfortable to sit on the ground, I don't understand, why do people make a chair?"

"This?" said Shadow.

"Actually, I know that the person sitting in the chair just wants to show off his big shelf and tell others that he has a chair to sit on. "Hunchback humane.

"Oh!" the shadow replied.

The shadow feels that although this sentence is true, it can be used on this person, but it seems wrong, such a person can only fit to sit on a stool, not to sit on a chair.

"Don't you even ask me who I am, why do I kill?" the hunchbacked man smiled at the shadow.

"It's good that you can sit down and drink with me, why should I ask you?" said Shadow.

"You really don't want to know?" said the hunchback slowly, word by word.

"Now all I know is that you're someone who can drink with me," Shadow's hand took over the jar.

The liquor poured into his mouth again, and the cough made the blood in his chest spurt out again.

"You're badly hurt," the hunchback man seemed a little distressed.

"This certainly won't affect my drinking with you right now," Shadow said.

The hunchback man sighed and said, "Sure enough, he is a friend who can be my drinking friend, and you can be my drinking friend tonight." ”

After speaking, he looked to the east, the sun had not yet come out, and the bright light of the morning sun could already be seen, and he said, "It's a pity that the time to be friends is too short." ”

"Why do you say tonight?" the shadow looked at the hunchback.

"I don't have friends, the friends I know are dead, I'm lonely. The hunchback man said sadly.

"But now I'm a friend who can drink with you," Shadow said.

"It's not bad to be friends for a night," the hunchback man took the jar and took a sip.

"Why can it only be one night?" asked Shadow again.

"Because I know your name is Shadow, and you happen to be the next person I'm going to kill. The hunchback man said slowly.

"Why don't you kill me now, but drink with me?" the shadow shook its head.

"You're so drunk, you're so sad, you'll forget who you are when you're drunk, and besides, you're my friend now, and I don't want to kill you now. "Hunchback humane.

"Can I really forget who I am? I think you're going to kill me while I can remember myself. Shadow said.

"Now I don't want to," the hunchback said.

"Such a great opportunity, why don't you want to do it?" said Shadow.

"If I kill you now, I don't have any friends who drink alcohol, and I don't want to do that now. "Hunchback humane.

"Looks like you're still looking for a friend," Shadow nodded, and the wine came to his lips.

"If someone like me can find someone to be friends with, the ghost won't believe it. "The hunchback man became very sad.

"I should know this," Shadow said.

"You know?" the hunchbacked man was stunned.

"You mean Su Buji, I definitely believe what you say. The moment the wine jar was lowered in the shadow's hand, the beads of his eyes began to turn red.

"You actually know who I am?" Su Buji was surprised, he looked at the shadow, this person was really drunk?

"I already guessed when you arrived," the shadow said slowly.

This person was definitely not drunk, and what he said now was very clear, and Su Buer's face wrinkled together.

"Since you guessed, you still sit down with me for a drink?" Su Buji's expression was not in disbelief at all.

"Drinking is drinking, killing me is killing me, these are two different things. The shadow shook his body and said.

"Now that you know that I'm going to kill you, what are you going to do?" Su Buer said coldly.

The man didn't speak, his hand untied his sword from his waist, the sword was placed in front of Su Buer, and the shadow slowly lay on the ground, his neck raised so high.

"What are you?。。 Su Buji's eyes widened.

"Now you can use my sword and kill me. The man closed his eyes and spoke.

"Kill you with your sword?" Su Buji looked straight at the lying shadow and touched his face with his hand.

The lying man did not speak.

"Why are you lifting your neck?" asked Su Buji again.

"You should make it easy for friends to do this, so that when you kill me, you won't waste your strength. A closed mouth spat out such a sentence.

Su Buji's hand picked up the shadow sword, and his hand quickly tapped towards the shadow with his eyes closed.

In an ordinary room, the shadow opened its eyes again.

There was an ordinary bed in the room, a large old table, on which were placed several porcelain bowls with birds and beasts printed on them, and there were no chairs here, only old stools.

The table and stools are wiped clean and the owner here is a person who loves cleanliness.

A portrait of a woman is pasted on the wall, this is a very old portrait, but it is spotless, and the beautiful woman is beautiful.

The shadow coughed hard, his head almost cracked, and he looked around with cloudy eyes, his nose smelling the smell of bean juice.

Now the shadow couldn't tell what time it was, the gentle light shone on the room, and the shadow heard the voice of an old man coming from outside the door.

"Are you awake?" Outside the door was Su Buji, and Su Buji's tone was very hoarse.

"What is this place?" the shadow moved.

"Home!" Su Buji's answer was only one word.

"Good home!" the shadow looked at the roof of the room.

"Why didn't you kill me last night?" Shadow remembered last night's topic, the moment this person made a move, he actually sealed his acupoint.

"You can't feel it?" Su Buji's people didn't come in.

Now the shadow heard the 'snapping' of the flint, and a strong smell of tobacco wafted in, and the shadow coughed again.

This time he felt pain, the wound on his chest did not ooze blood, the wound had been well dressed with a coarse cloth, and it was careful like a woman's handiwork.

Hearing the coughing sound of the shadow, the smell of tobacco slowly faded, and Su Buji's person walked into the room, hunched over and bowed very strongly.

"You should smoke less dry tobacco now," the shadow lay on the bed, not getting up.

"I'm an old bone, and I don't have any other hobbies. Su Buji was holding a large iron kettle in his hand, and when he came to the table, he picked up the bowl.

The room was filled with the smell of bean juice, and the shadow on the bed sighed deeply.

"I polish my own bean juice, and I like to drink my own bean juice the most. A self-comforting smile appeared on Su Buji's face.

Perhaps this is his greatest satisfaction, people must have their own preferences in life, no matter how long this preference can last.

Shadow remembered his sword, and being the best swordsman might be his hobby, and it was also his dream to chase.

The dream was in the early morning, but it had already woken up.

"Now you can get up and taste the bean juice I polished, it's delicious. Su Buji said.

"If it's wine, I'll get up and drink it. Shadow said.

"Oh!" Su said.

The man turned and walked out of the room, walking very slowly.

"What are you going to do now?" asked the shadow in the room.

The man stood in the courtyard, stopped, and said, "Friends who drink want to drink, I'll go get a pot of wine." ”

"Drink now?" the shadow voiced.

"Drink now, drink it and go do a big thing when it's done. Su Buji said.

"As long as you have alcohol, it doesn't matter what you do. Shadow said.

"Okay, when you're full, we'll kill someone. Su Buji said.

"Who?" asked the shadow.

"Xiao tears and blood!" there was footsteps outside the door again.

After a while, the courtyard became very quiet.