Happy forest, top floor, windows open, moon hidden, lights bright, house dark. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Xunhuan came in alone, it's not that he doesn't trust Tie Chuanjia, nor is it the rules of Happy Forest. It's just because Tie Chuanjia is his friend, and he never wants to pass on his pain to his friends.

Jiang Feng is lighting the lamp, the best bronze, the best craftsman, to create this exquisite green lantern. On top of the intertwined textures, it seems to be a famous mountain, like a big river, and under the background of the lights, the light and darkness float, and it is natural.

However, what Li Xunhuan paid attention to was not the lamp, but the hand that lit the lamp.

Xiao Li is romantic, in his life, he doesn't know how many stunning beauties have had trysts, and when he doesn't hold a flying knife and a wine glass in his palm, he doesn't know how many pairs of spring onion-like soft thorns he has held. The hands of beautiful women are mostly beautiful.

However, he found that no matter how beautiful his hands were, there were some defects, some of them had slightly darker complexions, some had slightly larger nails, some had slightly thicker fingertips, and some had slightly larger pores......

Even the woman who haunted him in his dreams and will never forget her hands were not flawless. Because her personality is so strong, her hands are inevitably a little bigger.

But the hands that were now displayed before his eyes were perfect and without defects, like a piece of finely carved and polished mutton fat jade, without the slightest variegation, and so soft, too fat if one point was too fat, and one point too thin, neither too long nor too short. Even the most picky person will never find fault with it.

Except, it's a pair of men's hands.

Jiang Feng was very patient and lit the lamps, one after another.

"The brocade tent burns well, and Luo Ti wakes up from a dream."

"The fire is bright and the thousand trees are bright, and the fragrant deer moves the sixth street".

"Whoever breaks the crab at the beachhead, Pingmian recognizes the flying".

"The red dress is chanted, and the green flame is cold".

"Ten years of shadow under the window, a little desk heart".

"The Lonely Lamp of the Falling Moon".

"Flowers fall into the Buddha's constitutional lamp".

"Tea is wrapped in a lonely lamp".

"Quietly Refer to the Shan Language and Watch the Passing Lantern".

Jiang Feng lit nine lamps in a row, and each lamp was engraved with a line of sharp small characters. Nine lamps surround the house, and the whole room has been illuminated, this kind of brightness, Jiang Feng does not need, but the people who come here to find him need this kind of light.

Li Xunhuan quietly pushed the mirror in front of Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng didn't look at it, but said lightly to Li Xunhuan: "Li Tanhua knows the rules?"

"You know, although you sell happiness here, you never charge money!"

"Whose pleasure?"

Lin Shiyin. ”

"Isn't she happy?"

After being silent for a long time, Li Xunhuan's brows were almost wrinkled together, and then he finally let out a whisper from his mouth: "I don't know!"

"The price. ”

Jiang Feng's voice was cold and ruthless, like a mirror, no matter what it was, it would be the most realistic reaction to the person outside the mirror.

"How's this thing?"

Li Xunhuan took out a wooden statue from his cuff, palm high and finger wide. The material used to make the statue is very ordinary, so ordinary that you can easily get a similar wood as long as you find a random tree on the side of the road.

But Jiang Feng stared at this wood carving very carefully, it was a person, with a square face and long hair and a shawl, but for some reason, his facial features were blurry and tight.

Dressed in a robe, he sits on top of a severed tree stump, holding an erhu in both hands. Except for the facial features, every detail is vivid and flawless.

But with the flow of Jiang Feng's gaze, he gradually focused his gaze on the right hand of the wood carving. Simple, ordinary, this is probably what most people would say about the skill of carving this hand.

But Jiang Feng suddenly raised his head and asked Li Xunhuan, "I think, this hand should not be carved by Li Tanhua." ”

"Not bad!"

"How many swords did the man use?"

"A sword!"

"Good. ”

Jiang Feng finished speaking, and he had already put away the wood carving, Jiang Feng did not ask who this wood carving was, nor did he ask the origin of this wood carving. In Jiang Feng's eyes, everything is only divided into two kinds, those that are useful to oneself and those that are useless to oneself.

The reason why Jiang Feng said that the hand was carved by another person is very simple, this is a hand that holds a sword, a hand that is born to hold a sword. A man who did not hold a sword in his hand would never have carved such a hand.

Even though he only glanced at it lightly, Jiang Feng could already feel a strong sword intent from this hand. It may not be pretty, but it is a hand that was born to hold a sword, a hand that was born for the sake of a sword.

Although there was no sword in that hand, Jiang Feng's eyes were different, there was a sword there, a sword that was not allowed to be held in his hand, but could be held in his hand at any time.

Jiang Feng has always been very confident in his sword, but self-confidence does not mean arrogance. The stone of its mountain can attack jade, as long as it is helpful for his own swordsmanship and martial arts, it is the most useful thing for Jiang Feng.

The successful completion of a transaction is a joyful event for either party to the transaction.

That's a pot of wine, good wine, thirty years of Xinghua Fen wine, how can it not be good wine?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Alcohol hurts the lungs, Li Xunhuan likes wine, but he can still drink after hurting his lungs. What he drank was no longer wine, it was medicine, a medicine that covered up the past and healed pain.

Li Xunhuan picked up the wine glass and drank it all without hesitation. He was not drunk, he was drunk.

"Entrusted by people, loyal to people, however, the rules of Happy Forest have always been to only ask about the result, not the process. So, many times, it's better to gain than to lose. ”

Jiang Feng's voice was very flat, flat without any emotion.

"I already understood this truth ten years ago, otherwise, I would not have left the Central Plains!"

A gust of wind shone through the half-open window, and the lights swayed. The flickering light reflected a complex expression on Li Xunhuan's face, vicissitudes and pain.

Jiang Feng has feelings after all, and when the dust settles on the voice, the brilliance of humanity has returned to him.

Li Xunhuan got up and left, and at the moment when he was about to go out, Jiang Feng's voice suddenly floated behind him: "If you didn't leave back then, maybe there would be no need to come here today." ”

Li Xunhuan paused, "cough cough cough ......", he strode downstairs, there were friends and wine, these two things could make him forget a lot, including women.

"Bang!"

The door to the attic slammed shut.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes, his fingers lightly brushed the hand of the wood carving, and a feeling of intoxication suddenly appeared on his face.

After a long time, he took out a strange mask from his sleeve, like a mask made of small mirrors in a honeycomb pattern.

Take it with you, float away, and leave only an empty room. (To be continued.) )