Qi Ying'er and Ling Quanfei both stood up, and Ling Quanfei's pace was a little fluctuating because the effect of * had not completely dissipated. The two of them came to Da Zhuang's corpse.

Luo'er said: "Mr. Bai, Brother Ying'er, what are you going to do?"

Qi Ying'er glanced back at her, and then said word for word: "Check the corpse." Qi Ying'er knew that doing this was a bit cold and impersonal, and doing so undoubtedly touched Luo'er's fragile and sensitive nerves. Will she agree? Or will she stop us?

Luo'er didn't stop them, just bit her lip tightly, tears glistening in her eyes. Qi Ying'er saw the pain in her heart, and she couldn't help but be infected by her.

He looked at Ling Quanfei, who was looking at Luo'er. He could see that Ling Quanfei's heart was also full of pain. Qi Ying'er didn't know if Ling Quanfei had a relationship with Da Zhuang, but he thought that his pain was definitely from Luo'er. Qi Ying'er faintly felt that Luo'er and Ling Quanfei were like daughters and fathers.

Ling Quanfei turned his head and nodded at Qi Ying'er.

He finally made up his mind.

Qi Ying'er squatted down and lifted the thin quilt covering it.

Da Zhuang's cold, bloodless face was revealed, and his dark, thick eyebrows were so obvious on the whole face, but they looked like lifeless grass in winter. His face showed that he had experienced a very human pain before he died, but strangely that pain seemed fleeting. Because on his face, Ling Quanfei also saw a trace of calm.

He couldn't bear to look at it again. He was afraid that he would lose his mind.

Da Zhuang is one of his few friends.

On a snowy night that year, he drank under the pine forest. Snowflakes fall in the glasses in the moonlight.

The wine is a strong wine, and a sip should have produced a strong warmth, and it should have a strong wine and a red complexion. Ling Quanfei had already drunk a whole jar, but he only had one feeling - infinitely sad.

The north wind is biting, and the wine is cold. Then he understood that there was nothing worse than sitting alone under a pine forest and drinking wine in the north wind and snow.

Another snowflake fell on the glass. He drank from a small wine glass, and before he knew it, he drank a jar down, and who knows how long he had been drinking? The snow was not heavy, but it had already buried his legs as he sat cross-legged.

Although the wine in the glass formed a thin layer of ice chips, he still drank it all without the slightest hesitation.

Frozen wine is even colder, but the aftertaste is much worse.

Ling Quanfei sighed deeply, and the hot breath he exhaled was quickly blown away in the air by the wind.

While he was looking up at the moon, Da Zhuang walked over with tired steps.

His feet were so heavy that each step was slow as he had to drag his feet out of the thick snow.

His exhaustion, of course, was not caused by walking. He only wore a thin green shirt at first sight, which was already tattered, and there were blood stains on his face and hands, some of which belonged to him, and more to others.

Ling Quanfei knew at a glance that he must have gone through a fierce battle, but it was obviously him who was the victor.

Da Zhuang's lips were purple from the cold, his scattered hair was covered with snowflakes, and his eyes were hollow.

Da Zhuang was about to fall, Ling Quanfei suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he did not show any surprised expression, he chose to put his arm on Ling Quanfei's shoulder trustingly. Facing this stranger, Ling Quanfei suddenly felt that he had helped him turn himself back to heat up—perhaps the wine in his body had begun to exert its effect.

He carried Da Zhuang to his small room.

It was a room he had built himself, not very big, just big enough for him to live here alone. There was a wooden bed with a straw mat and a neatly folded quilt. There was originally a table inside, since Ling Quanfei felt that he was outside the house, sitting on the earth, draped in the blue sky, it was more comfortable to eat in this way, so he sold the table to an old man at the bottom of the mountain, and he only asked the old man for a penny.

There was also a stove in the house, which he had added after the winter, but he had never used it. Normally he would stay outside as he did today, only three paces from the house, far enough to climb a hill.

Today was the first time he had used this stove.

The room quickly warmed up.

Da Zhuang's clothes were wet, but he was not used to undressing a man, so he woke up Da Zhuang and asked him to take them off himself.

Da Zhuang looked at him, as if he didn't want to take off his clothes in front of him, and he also felt embarrassed, so he turned away.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of his clothes falling to the ground that he turned his head. It turned out that Da Zhuang only took off his ragged shirt and did not take off his pants. Ling Quanfei saw that he fainted again, so he didn't wake him up, and found some external and internal medicine from his usual emergency medicine box for him, smeared the wound and decocted the medicine.

Da Zhuang cultivated in his house for nearly ten days. At this time, Ling Quanfei and him had become friends, as if they had been friends for decades. Ling Quanfei is like this, as long as he has a fate with someone, even if it is just a short pair of eyes, he can become a good friend with him. And Da Zhuang is simply a benefactor to him.

Although he saved Da Zhuang's life, Da Zhuang cured his autism.

Ever since he knew that the scars on Da Zhuang's body were caused by fighting with the bandits in the mountains, he was even more surprised to know that Da Zhuang didn't know kung fu at all.

"How is that possible?"

"Well, that's it, I was born that way. ”

In the face of Ling Quanfei's surprise, Da Zhuang always passed by in a word. Ling Quanfei couldn't help but feel heartache when he learned about Da Zhuang and was young, and the two of them got along like brothers for a year. Ling Quanfei is more like his brother.

A year later, it was another snowy night.

Unlike a year ago, Ling Quanfei was no longer alone under the pine tree.

The two talked and laughed, and drank two jars of wine with snowflakes.

This time, the wine is still cold and has a strong aftertaste.

Ling Quanfei talked about his encounter with Da Zhuang a year ago, and Da Zhuang's eyes didn't feel moist as he spoke.

Ling Quanfei changed the topic and asked, "Where will you and I go in the future?"

Da Zhuang smirked: "What? You take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge?"

Ling Quanfei laughed, and Da Zhuang also laughed, he already knew Da Zhuang very well, a man who loved to giggle and tell cold jokes. And Ling Quanfei may be the best listener of his cold jokes, for Ling Quanfei, his cold jokes are not only not cold, but also have a more far-reaching meaning behind them.

Just like the sentence just now, Da Zhuang already understood what Ling Quanfei meant—it was time for them to separate—that's why Da Zhuang said "Yangguan Dao" and "Dumu Bridge".

After laughing, sorrow arose with the wind.

"Gotta get out of this place. Ling Quanfei looked into the distance.

Da Zhuang was silent, no smile on his face, his lips pursed into a slit.

The two of them let the wind blow and let the snow drift, and after a long silence, Da Zhuang said: "Or the two of us can take Yangguan Road." ”

Ling Quanfei looked at him, Da Zhuang smirked again, Ling Quanfei said: "Yangguan Road is not easy to walk, and I don't like to take Yangguan Road......"

Da Zhuang understood what he meant again—he wanted to leave alone. Although Da Zhuang's heart is sour, he still smirks, why should men be hypocritical?

"Okay!" Da Zhuang patted his legs, "!"

Da Zhuang's voice resounded in the night sky, and then he picked up a jar of wine and drank it with a clatter.

Ling Quanfei let out a long laugh and picked up a jar of wine, "Say goodbye to you and drink pride together!"

The two threw away the jar of wine, which fell into the thick snow.

The winter sun was warm and pleasant, Ling Quanfei slowly woke up from the snow, shook the snow on his body, and saw a line of footprints.

Da Zhuang has already left.

That year, Ling Quanfei was twenty-one years old and nineteen years old.

"Ahh She was strong, but she was already scared cold.

Not only her, but Qi Ying'er was also stunned. Da Zhuang's wound was too cruel, his chest was pierced, the flesh was inseparable from the broken ribs, and the wound was mixed with broken clothes. The smell of blood made his stomach gush with bitter water, and Qi Ying'er tried his best to press it.

Ling Quanfei was called back to reality by Luo'er, and his former friend had become a corpse. He must find the murderer! and ...... He hesitated, he didn't know whether to kill for revenge, he had seen and heard too many things about a person who fell into the abyss because of revenge and never returned. What should I do if I change it to myself now?

If we find the murderer first, we may be able to uncover a bigger conspiracy! We can't let Da Zhuang lose his life in vain! He still didn't dare to touch the nerve of revenge, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself. He is not a cowardly person, he is a person who values love and righteousness. For friends, you can stick a knife in both ribs, and for a red face, you can exhaust your life.

But the word "hate" does not suit him.

What he needs to do is to let Da Zhuang die without regrets.

"Uncle Ling, do you know what kind of blade wound this is?" Qi Ying'er asked.

Ling Quanfei intently observed the wound, and then rolled up his sleeves, trying to tear off Da Zhuang's shirt so that he could observe his fatal wound more clearly.

He caught a glimpse of Da Zhuang's face as he made his move, and he seemed to feel that Da Zhuang was still giggling. He just lay here and smirked and said to himself, "Mr. Ling, do you see anything?"

"Mr. Ling. ”

After seven years, the next time I saw Da Zhuang was in Fengxia Town.

Ling Quanfei came to Cuixiang Building and asked his confidante to take care of Luo'er, and just as he was about to leave, he heard someone call him "Mr. Ling". The voice was strong and powerful, and the familiar feeling circled his heart, instantly plucking the bell in his heart. He turned his head happily and saw Da Zhuang.

Da Zhuang was taller and stronger, his skin was a little darker, and his shoulders became thicker. The only thing that hasn't changed is the smirk on his face.

After seven years, fate made them meet again.

Ling Quanfei decided not to leave at the moment, and let go of all kinds of things together. He and Da Zhuang drank in Cuixiang Building for three days and talked freely for three nights. Nothing to say, no wine to drink. When it comes to emotion, men can also shed tears, and when they drink heartily, eight altars and ten altars are not enough.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Ling Quanfei simply packed his bags and left.

Before parting, Da Zhuang patted his chest and smirked: "Mr. Ling is going to go to Yangguan Road, I, Da Zhuang, will open a tavern next to the road, and when I am tired, I will come to drink two cups!"

The two laughed and wept and parted again.