Liang Mou thought for a moment and didn't speak again.

Yang Jibai sat for a while, got up and went out.

"Hey, where is this?" asked Liang Mou.

"It's a small room I rented, rest assured, no one knows about it, I did it very secretly. Yang Jibai said, and closed the door behind his back.

Liang Mou sat there for a whole day, the sunlight in the only small window moving with time, shining on the gradually cooling medicine pot, on the green homespun quilt, on the picture of a lady sketched in light ink on the wall, on the man next to the bed, on the crooked wine jug in the corner, and on a palm-sized clay figurine at the head of the bed. Liang Mou picked up the clay figurine and played with it, and found that it was a female dancing figurine, with wide sleeves and wide clothes, long hair in the air, shocking, pretentious, just like the man's aesthetics, with a thin waist and long legs.

But there is no face.

The face of the clay figurines was blank, except for two red faces smeared with rouge, a work of wonderful craftsmanship, but at the last step it was like a child being mischievous.

On the other hand, there is an inscription at the bottom, "Fool, Yang Jibai".

She played with it for a while, and felt sleepy, so she shrunk into the quilt, smelled the smell of the quilt being slightly scorched by the sun, and fell into a deep sleep.

——

Liang Mou supported his body and walked out of the hut, and the sky was drifting with fine snow.

Yang Jibai squatted on the roof. No one knows how long he has been squatting there, holding his cheeks, looking into the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a look of concentration.

"What are you looking at?" asked Liang Mou.

"Look at the Apocalypse City, it's square, it's like a chessboard, in fact, I've never been to such a big city before, but unfortunately I'm going to leave again soon. Yang Jibai lowered his head, "I see that you are almost better, and my favor is over." What kind of means did Lord Ji Wei probably use, only I am wanted, but not you. I'll have someone deliver a letter to the clouds, and I guess someone will pick you up soon. ”

"You're leaving?"

"Well, a few days ago, the Tianzi funeral ceremony, these days Shen Gonglu has freed his spirits, it is estimated that he will clean up the Yu Party, I am the Yu Party, I have to leave quickly. ”

"Where to go?"

"The world is vast, I really don't know. Yang Jibai scratched his forehead.

"Yang Jibai, why did you come to the royal capital?" Liang Mou decided not to call him Mr. Yang again, anyway, this self-acquainted Laizi never regarded her as a "General Liang".

"Because I have a lot of wishes. Yang Jibai said softly.

He straightened up, and in the snowflakes in the sky, he suddenly shook his big sleeves, laughed, and danced in the wind, as if he was on the stage, "I have the skill of slaying dragons, and I want to turn over the clouds and dance with the dragon; I have the ambition of the sea, and I want to fry the seven seas into the field; I have the peerless edge, and I want to solve the pillar of the sky; I am the pur of the hidden jade, and I want to find a craftsman!"

But there is no drama in the world that has his rampant and talent.

He put away his dancing posture and smiled, squatted down and looked down at Liang Mou, with a serious expression, "What I said is true." ”

"Well, this time I believe it. Liang Mou said, "You're sorry, aren't you? With the appreciation of King Jian and Lord Ji Wei, you would have ascended to heaven like a dragon." ”

"Ji Xiao, forget it," Yang Jibai shook his head, "I compare myself to Puyu, I need to use a famous knife to cut jade, have you ever seen a person who uses a pig-killing knife to cut jade?"

"Lord Ji Wei is a pig-killing knife? Then you still have to run to recommend yourself?"

"Because I'm not young (indeed..........) , want to be promoted, and there is no way. Yang Jibai was calm.

Liang Mou smiled, she didn't bother to think about whether Yang Jibai was telling the truth. This person seems to have a thousand lies stuffed under the root of his tongue at any time, and he opened his mouth to see which one came out first, "Really, I originally wanted to use Ji Wei as a step to enter the palace to meet the Son of Heaven." To save his Great Zhou Dynasty, I think I am the one he is waiting for. ”

"So confident?"

"Yes. I thought about it for a long time, and I had a set of overall strategies, which I was supposed to give to the Son of Heaven, but he took his horse gun and went to win the mansion of Wu Fei. Shen Gonglu is a Beidi lion, people have to fight with wild beasts, how can they be undefeated?"

"He can't bear it anymore, right? Over the years, the Son of Heaven has done his best. ”

"Yes," Yang Jibai nodded, "I don't blame him, his firewood is limited, and in this troubled world, even if he burns himself with fire, it can only illuminate for a while." Soon he will be forgotten. ”

"But you want to be remembered. Liang Mou leaned against the door, and she suddenly found that this hut actually had an excellent view, overlooking the entire Apocalypse City.

"Hmm!" Yang Jibai said.

One person is on the roof, one person is under the eaves, two people are looking at the snow, and neither of them wants to talk.

The squares of Apocalypse City are like the grid of a chessboard, sleeping under a heavy snowfall, and the time is long in this silent morning.

"I'm really leaving. Yang Jibai said suddenly.

"Well, goodbye. ”

Yang Jibai stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked along the high wall that connected to the roof. Liang Mou didn't look at his back.

"Hey, what's your name?" After taking a few steps, Yang Jibai turned around.

"Liang Mou. ”

"Well, my name is Yang Jibai. ”

"I know, you said it in front of Lord Hime. ”

"I want you not to forget," Yang Jibai said, "one day my name will shock thousands of miles, and that day will be the time for us to meet again."

One side of the wall collapsed, and he walked down the bricks one by one, and his figure slowly disappeared under the wall.

After a long time, Liang Mou silently looked at the wall, and there was no more of him. This unexpected encounter ends in a snow, and many things that happen when it falls feel unreal.

"Sir, sir, someone has sent a gift!" the girl dressed in white with a corner combed and running to Shang Le Ji with a wooden box.

Shang Leji practiced at night, usually got up late, was freshening up, looked at the precious lacquered wooden box in front of him, and frowned slightly.