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Zhuo Yifan let out a long breath and asked, "Who are they, are they your relatives?"

This sentence seemed to pierce him deeply, his eyes were suddenly stunned, and then his eyes flowed, and he picked up a pot of wine and drank it all.

Zhuo Yifan saw him looking out the window leisurely, and seemed to be able to feel his sadness in his heart, but he didn't know how to comfort him, all he could do now was to look at him silently.

He retracted his mind and smiled bitterly: "I have no relatives. ”

Hearing his words, Zhuo Yifan's face was a little moved, in this world, no one is isolated, and there should be some relatives more or less, but he answered so simply and simply.

Zhuo Yifan was very skeptical in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Impossible, everyone should have it." ”

He didn't answer, picked up another pot of wine on the table and drank it again, because it was a wine jug, the spout of the pot was larger, and with the strength of his tilt, a lot of wine turned into water snakes, sliding down the corners of his mouth and cheeks.

Some wet his clothes, and some even went down his neck......

Zhuo Yifan looked at it, just watching quietly, as if he had forgotten that he could speak, and he also forgot why he was like this.

In the blink of an eye, the wine in the jug had bottomed out again, he stood up and said slowly: "I used to have many relatives ...... me."

Before he could finish his sentence, he choked up, then turned and walked out.

Zhuo Yifan looked at his back and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing this big night?"

His back was gone, but not a word came from outside.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't believe that a person who used to have many relatives could suddenly become nothing, this matter is too incredible.

In fact, it is difficult for him to understand that every heart that is not afraid of the world has had a heartbreaking past. Every indifferent act has a story that makes people discouraged.

Looking at the wooden sword on the table, Zhuo Yifan muttered: "Could it be that they were all given ......" Thinking of this, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Obviously, this is just the most intuitive insight of Zhuo Yifan, who is new to the rivers and lakes. As time goes by, he will get more and more in the rivers and lakes, and his understanding will be more profound.

A person is decadent, indifferent, and indisputable in the present, and most of them are the consequences of his past efforts, optimism, and positive entry into the WTO. Like a frog at the bottom of a well, he once tried to jump out of the well, but the well was too deep, and he could only see the palm-sized sky with all his might. After a lot of hard work, it was all in vain. I've experienced it, I've experienced it, and I've understood.

Outside the window, the twilight is getting heavier and heavier, and the world under the night is getting quieter and quieter, like a black pot lid covering the whole world inside.

A gust of night wind blew the broken window, as if rebelling against the hegemony of the pot's lid, trying to fight for a gap - to escape.

......

It was already dark, and the warm sunlight refracted through the remnant window and shone on the wooden planks inside the window. The dilapidated house is also instantly warm, like a stove lit in winter.

The room is not very big, it can be said that it is just made of simple wooden boards, and Zhuo Yifan is still sleeping soundly in the broken seat at this time.

A horse neighed and woke up Zhuo Yifan in his sleep, he quickly got up, sat on the broken seat, and looked around with sleepy eyes.

Yesterday, because it was dark, he didn't see the furnishings of the house clearly, but at this time he had to be surprised that such a dilapidated house was actually a guest room.

Surrounded by withering, except for the wooden table in front of the broken window, it can be said that the four walls of the house are the best scenery, that is, the spider webs hanging obliquely on the wooden boards.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head helplessly, and muttered to himself: "This is also an inn, it is better than a horse shed." ”

However, he slept soundly last night.

It can be seen that knowing the truth may not be a good thing. is kept in the dark, but he can construct the scene he needs in his mind, and his heart can be full.

Curiosity kills cats, and truth destroys the yearning for good expectations.

He looked at the table not far away and saw the wooden sword left by the Qingfeng Dao Chief. But he was still happy, because there was an extra burden on the table, and he knew very well that this burden was his own. But he still wonders, why is this burden here, shouldn't it be lost with the white horse?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly went down to the ground to inspect the baggage, and found that the clothes and money were inside. He shook his head helplessly and muttered, "I have so much money in my baggage, why doesn't Qingfeng Dao Chief take it out and find a better room?"

He sighed, very helpless at him.

Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly found that under the broken mat he was lying on was not a bed, but a red coffin.

The red paint of the coffin began to peel off, becoming mottled and intricate, and the paint had been dimmed, and it seemed to have been left for a long time, like a bare tomb in the wilderness, and the coffin exposed in the wind and sun made people's scalps tingle to look at.

However, he lay on the lid of the red coffin all night.

He hurriedly ran out of the room, and the dark and gloomy picture of last night instantly filled his mind, making him inadvertently drenched in a cold sweat.

After Qingfeng Dao left, he lay alone, during which the wind did not stop, and the broken windows kept making a faint sound, but he thought that he was in his inn, so he didn't take it seriously.

When I got to the door, I knew that this was a long-abandoned inn, except for the five words "Yongde Inn" on the door plaque of the inn, at best it was just a sheltered wooden shed. Only then did he understand why he didn't come up with some money, live in a good room, and not drink some good-tasting wine.

He was glad it was daytime, and he was glad that he hadn't woken up the night before, and if he found himself sleeping in such a ghost place at night, it was hard for him to imagine how scared he would be.

The sun outside was getting stronger and stronger, and he had to raise his hand to block out the dazzling sunlight.

With the sun, the shadows of fear that appeared in my heart just now were also dissipated by the sun, leaving only a warm feeling.

He remembered that he seemed to be woken up by the neighing of horses, and if it was true, he believed that there must be horses nearby.

He was a lucky man, and the baggage was found, and even his white horse was lost again, and when it saw the horse, it seemed to recognize him, and kept neighing at him.

Walking into the white pony, he stroked it down a few times along its neck, and a smile bloomed on his face.

He knew that this must have been found for him by the Qingfeng Dao Chief, and he couldn't think of anyone else but him, and he couldn't remember who else he knew besides him.

He looked around again, there was no one else here but him, he untied the rope, put on his burden and wooden sword, jumped on the horse's back, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and ran towards the ancient road with a smile.