Huaiyang, Shaoxing's seventeenth year, even near Chenzhou, was so quiet that it showed a sense of desolation. The evening air www.biquge.info was a little dry, and a few teenage Han teenagers were carefully bypassing the sour and scarce land to rush to the city.

It was an ordinary autumn scene—if it weren't for the sound of a metal chisel that suddenly came from the valley where the boy had just walked out, it disturbed the silence of dusk a little. Several teenagers stopped to look at the sky and exchanged glances as if they knew something.

"Who would have expected that?" a man sighed, shrugging off the small burden on his back.

In the half-large room, which is five feet square, clusters of gold dust are slowly falling from the glossy wall with the sound. The craftsman who chiseled the words stepped forward and blew it, and a few newly engraved words immediately became clear.

At the back of the room sat an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, looking at the golden wall in front of her with a blank expression. She draped a light red veil over her long skirt, put her hands under her armpits, and shrunk into the chair as if she was afraid of the cold.

Okay, Miss Sue. The craftsman finally processed it and turned his back. How about carving your name beautifully, right?

The owner of the name did not look at his slightly flattering smile, and looked at the last words with a pair of eyes. Compared with the dozens of columns on the wall, the self at the end of the list is not remarkable at all.

The craftsman obviously wanted to say something more to ease the atmosphere, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw a person come in by the door not far behind Miss Su.

He immediately restrained his long-brewing expressions, solemnly bowed his head to the person who looked almost a little old man, and said, "Big brother." ”

"Plus?"

"Yes, just carved. ”

"Good work. The little old man, known as "Big Brother", nodded and took a few steps inside. The craftsman was interested, packed up the utensils, and bent all the way out.

"That's fast. The little old man sounded as if he sighed, and walked on to the side of the maiden before he stood still. This tone is definitely not like saying that the craftsman who chiseled moves quickly. "Two years ago, he was sitting here watching his name being inscribed......"

The girl didn't seem to hear anything, her expression didn't change for half a minute, and the focus of her eyes didn't move for half a minute, staring fixedly at a place on the gold wall.

"He came to you last night, didn't he?" the little old man saw that she did not react, and continued the topic intentionally or unintentionally, as he spoke, he took a cloth and began to wipe the wall.

The girl's eyes finally moved. The little old man's hand paused for a moment, then moved away.

It wasn't her own name. Next to the name that had just been carved were two other words, carved into the wall two years before her. That's exactly what the little old man always mentions in his words.

As if to hide the gaffe that might come at any moment, she suddenly stood up. "I'm going back, you can send someone to find me if you have something. ”

"Wait a minute. The little old man put down the cloth in his hand, "You forgot to take something." ”

The girl turned around, and he had already handed over a golden medallion. She took it, without looking at it, and put it in her arms.

On this day, there was a piece of news that spread - Su Fufeng, who was originally ranked second in the Huaiyang Black Bamboo Society, suddenly announced his departure because his predecessor Ling Li took over as the 46th "gold medal" of this well-known killer organization. There was no ceremony, but simply, her name, like forty-five predecessors, was engraved on the wall of gold medals.

The so-called "seniors" may be a bit exaggerated, because Ling Li, who has just stepped down, is only one year older than Su Fufeng. In the history of the Black Bamboo Club for more than one hundred and ten years, the "Gold Medal Killer", whose status is second only to "Big Brother", has been changed to the forty-sixth, so it seems that Ling Li's two-year term is actually not too short, but no one expected him to quit suddenly.

Su Fufeng is the same. However, when she opened her eyes in the morning, there was really no one on the pillow, and she had to admit that his departure was a fact. The only thing that proves that he still has a little warmth is that she picked up a few crushed paper balls in the yard. It was the letter he had intended to leave to her, but had given up on writing it.

She smiled wryly. You must know that even if you write many times and you are sorry for me, it will not change the fact that you have left me.

Pushing open the window, it was half dark, and the rain couldn't fall.