The news of Mei Feijun's death soon spread throughout Tai'an, just as I don't know who leaked the news that Mei Feijun was pregnant, and this time I don't know who leaked the news.

It's just that this time the stewards in the Mingyue Building are no longer as frightened as they were at the beginning, and now this Oiran Yu, who has long lost his popularity and reputation, is a relief for them, and this hot potato who doesn't know how to deal with it can be regarded as cooling down.

As for the cause of death, it's not a strange thing, but it's just that this once beautiful Oiran ended up like this, which can't help but make people a little embarrassed.

After all the people who watched the excitement dispersed, the lights inside and outside the Mingyue Building were still brilliant.

As the night deepened, the streets became more and more lonely, except for the occasional sound of warblers and swallows floating from the Red Mansion, only the sound of the wind blowing all over the ground was left.

Outside the Mingyue Tower, a boy curled up in a corner with his knees crossed, staring at the mahogany plaque inscribed with large gilded characters, his expression was dull, as if he hadn't even blinked his eyes.

The boy didn't want to go back to that little courtyard again, and there was nowhere to go, so he sat like this, looking at the bright moon tower from afar. He thought that Mingyue Tower would give the former Oiran a beautiful funeral, but he never thought that there would be almost no movement at the end of the day. The boy was very unwilling, but he still did not give up.

At the end of the day, he didn't get a drop of water, his body was already cold and numb, his eyelids sank, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. The boy also thought that it would be nice if he fell asleep and never woke up again.

"It's so cold......"

The boy folded his arms tighter and buried his head in the crooks of his arms.

"I'm so sleepy......"

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

In a trance, he seemed to have a dream.

He dreamed that his father was cured of illness and was able to return to Lord Yang's house to work, and even received Lord Yang's appreciation, and received a lot of rewards, money, land, house, and even servants at home, but his mother still did not come back.

But his father didn't care about it at all, and boasted to him that he had married a more beautiful daughter-in-law. Then he brought the new daughter-in-law to the boy and asked him to call her "Mother".

The boy rubbed his eyes, looked closely, and found that the new "bride" was Sister Mei.

He jumped up angrily, picked up his fist and went to fight with his father, but it was not an opponent at all, but his nose and face were swollen from being beaten.

Seeing him in such a miserable appearance, Sister Mei let out a "poof" and laughed, then reached out and stroked his face and began to carefully wipe his wounds.

It was a very warm palm.

"It's hot!"

The boy opened his eyes suddenly, covered his face and jumped up with a scream, and then something fell off him and slammed into the snow with a "snap".

The boy took a look and saw that it was a piece of dough in a paper bag.

The boy looked angrily for the source, and when he looked up, he saw the man in the hat who had snatched the handkerchief from him yesterday.

"Maybe you're the only one in the world who will 'keep a watch' for her, haha! What an irony!" the man said to himself, ignoring the boy's anger at all, and nibbling on the dough in his mouth.

When the boy saw this man, he was even more angry, and he roared, and out of nowhere, he rushed forward with his fists as if in a dream.

The man glanced at the boy faintly, and a sinister smile flashed across the corner of his mouth: "You want to fight with me?"

With that, the man bit down a piece of bread, then raised his kick and kicked mercilessly at the boy's rushing figure.

The boy then flew upside down at a faster speed, falling heavily to the ground. But he immediately got up and glared at the other through gritted teeth.

Although this kick really hit him, and he only felt that his internal organs had moved in place, but the boy could understand from his experience that this man was not ruthless to him at all, and he had no killing intent at all, maybe as he himself said, he was in a bad mood, so bad that he just wanted to find someone to fight.

Just like the boy himself, he just held his breath in his heart, just wanting to vent.

The boy roared and rushed forward again.

The man flew up again and kicked him out.

The boy still didn't give up, he struggled to his feet, shouted "give me back", and continued to pounce with his teeth and claws.

The man grabbed his fist and slammed it into the boy's face.

The boy punched his nose firmly, and his mouth was full of blood, but he also took this opportunity to hold the man's arm with both hands, opened his mouth and showed two rows of tough teeth, and bit down hard.

The man was in pain, he blushed, grabbed the boy's hair with one hand, smashed the boy's back with the elbow of the other, and then hit the boy's abdomen with a knee, but the latter refused to let go at all......

The two fought like two martial arts laymen, of course, it was a one-sided slaughter, and the boy was finally beaten to the ground like a dead pig, and only gasping for breath proved that he was still a living man.

And the man covered a bloody arm and smiled insolently: "Haha! Lao Tzu really saw a ghost today, one injury and another injury, you kid is still a little capable!"

The boy continued to lie on his stomach, ignoring it.

The man tore off a piece of cloth and began to bandage the wound on his arm, and said, "If it weren't for me, you'd have frozen to death." ”

The boy still ignored it.

The man turned his eyes to look at the bright moon tower with a red lantern hanging not far away, and mocked in his words: "A place like this, on the surface, it seems to be full of flowers, but behind the scenes, it is nothing, human life is cheaper than anything else! Boy, if you die here tonight, do you think anyone will care about you?"

The boy suddenly clenched his fists.

"In the prosperous era of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the most prosperous Kyoto Tai'anli, when I look up, it is full of beggars, there is no more than you, there is no less of you, and it is even more whining! Human life is really cheaper than anything else!

The man spat hard at the snow, then wrapped his robe tightly and walked past the boy.

But the boy grabbed the man's trouser leg at that time: "Give me back the things!"

The man stopped, he looked back at the boy who was lying on the ground, and suddenly asked, "Boy, do you hate?"

The boy still didn't answer, but the hand that tugged at the man's trouser leg harder and harder.

"Lao Tzu is asking you, do you hate me, hate them!" the man unceremoniously raised his foot to shake it off.

"Hate!"

The boy rolled in the snow a few times, then limped to his feet, staring at the man as if he were afraid he would slip away from his sight.

"Hate, hate is good, hate, is the source of everything! Whether it is survival or killing. The man sneered: "However, you hate the wrong person, what you hate should not be me, but the thing that killed Concubine Mei." ”

The boy's pupils dilated suddenly: "What?"

"Wind and snow. The man replied blandly.

"What's that?" the boy was in a hurry, he thought it was someone, but he didn't expect to get this inexplicable answer.

It is the wind, the flowers, the snow, and the moon that the singers sing and the lyrics sing about. The man's smile became more and more intriguing: "If you don't understand it now, it's better not to understand it in the future, if you are trapped in it, you will suffer from it." ”

The boy fell silent.

The man in the hat waved his hand in a dashing manner, turned around and wanted to leave.

The boy bent down to pick up the piece of pancake that had fallen on the ground, brushed the snow dust off the paper bag, and suddenly asked again, "You just said ...... Human life is very cheap, so ...... How cheap is it?"

The man was stunned and stopped suddenly.

"Is it cheaper than this loaf?" the boy asked.

Without thinking, the man replied, "If this bread can save a man, you are indeed inferior to it." ”

The boy took a big bite of the bread, which had long since become dry and hard, and said fiercely: "Feed me, I will give you this cheap life." ”

The man was stunned, and after a long time, he laughed, and after laughing, his tone gradually became cold: "Boy, who are you to me? ”

"Why?" the boy asked again.

"Because we don't have wind and snow, only hate, hatred for survival, for the sake of killing. The man replied blandly.

"Isn't that the right fit for me?" the boy asked rhetorically.

The man was dumbfounded, speechless for a while, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Boy, you brought this on yourself." ”

The boy finished the piece of bread in his hand and resolutely followed.

"Boss, what's your name, how should I call you. ”

"Something like a name...... When I decided to embark on this path, I abandoned it, and it was just a title, a name that gave me the meaning of life. The man didn't look back.

"Oh, what's that called? ”

"Magnolia. ”

The boy blinked, if he remembered correctly, the two words used in Sister Mei's song, the upper que was called Yulin Ling, and the lower que was magnolia, which was the elegant thing in the mouth of those talented and beautiful people; he still remembered......

"Sister Mei said that these words are written in the wind and snow of Nalaoshzi. The boy looked up, puzzled.

The man laughed, but did not answer, but said, "You should have forgotten your name, I think...... The name Yulin Bell is quite suitable for you. ”

"I don't know about these things, so you'd better use them somewhere else. ”

The boy shook his head in refusal, and then his gaze drifted away, where there seemed to be a magnificent vermilion lacquered gate, and under the door, a dirty old beggar sit. The old beggar sat on the steps in front of the door, holding a chopstick in each hand, knocking on a broken bowl in front of him, and chanting something loudly in a hoarse voice.

"Grab the mud swallow mouth, sharpen the iron needle, scrape the gold Buddha face and search for ......"

As if sensing the boy's gaze, the old beggar paused, then grinned at the boy with a missing front tooth.

The boy smiled back, he knew, that was all he knew.

"And what are you going to call it?"

A question called the boy back, he narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and solemnly pronounced a name.

"Drunk and peaceful. ”