In the boundary of Baoji and near Taibai, a small town is located.

The quaint town is called 'Luoxia' in the depths of this town, a not luxurious mansion - Guiyunzhuang, a secluded place where willows are blessed.

Outside the village gate, an almost decadent figure, staring at the red gate, the bloodshot eyes, at this time sleepy half-squinted, covered with mud and sweat mixed with the blue shirt, the smell of the smell is almost unbearable. A handsome face also looked emaciated from overwork, and the impetuous stubble and dust were glued together, scurrying and crawling on the face.

Qin Jian: The prodigal son who moved the rivers and lakes, this appearance at this time has lost its former demeanor. Six days ago, a letter was delivered to Qin Jian, and there were only a few words written on the letter: Brother Qin, come quickly when you see the letter, take care of my wife. Signed-Lin Yifeng.

Qin Jian was outside the gate when he received the letter, and he was talking about drinking with his friends, and the messengers were Shadowless Dao and Du Xiaofan. Du Xiaofan handed the letter to Qin Jian and told him: "Yifeng is afraid that he will not be able to escape this catastrophe."

Qin Jian jumped up after listening to Du Xiaofan's words, the wine glass was still spinning in the air, and the people went out of the house, and when his friends and Du Xiaofan chased him out of the house, Qin Jian pulled off the horse stake, and the handsome horse couldn't withstand this crazy move and the pain of the horse stake recovery, and the horse neighed! The four hooves jumped up in the air, and when they fell again, Qin Jian was already on the horse's back, and the horse galloped away, leaving a neighing sound echoing all the way.

In the past few days, Qin Jian has not really slept, almost all the time on the road, a few horses have been replaced, but there are still two tired horses on the road, in terms of a person's energy, sleepless This is definitely the limit, Qin Jian finally arrived in Luoxia Town and Guiyunzhuang six days later.

Qin Jian slowly sat on the steps in front of the village gate like a prostration, looking sideways at the closed vermilion gate, and Lin Yifeng's free and uninhibited drinking thousands of cups without getting drunk appeared in front of him, and the uninhibited feelings that accompanied him all the way through the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes.

I remember that it was a year ago, Lin Yifeng and Murong Qian, a talented woman in the rivers and lakes, got married, and after three days and three nights of heavy drinking, Qin Jian left the customs as soon as he said goodbye, and he didn't expect that this farewell might be a permanent secret.

After a long time, Qin Jian's mind still returned to reality, and the prodigal son, who was about to collapse, gathered his energy and slowly got up, stepped forward and gently buckled the copper ring on the door, and in this quiet place, the sound of the copper ring hitting spread far away.

After a while, a string of slight footsteps came from the courtyard across the gate, and after a while, he came to the door, and after the squeak, the closed vermilion gate was opened, and a sixty-year-old man dressed as a servant looked at Qin Jian in surprise who would be surprised if anyone outside the door saw it.

Qin Jian looked at the old man, his heart was sinking, not strong-willed, at this time Qin Jian's prostrated body would fall softly, of course Qin Jian knew the old man, the old man was the servant who served the Lin family for three generations, Fu Bo, at this time the old man actually had filial piety, with Fu Bo's status in the Lin family, only when Lin Yifeng died could Fu Bo be added with filial piety.

Fu Bo saw clearly that the person in front of him was the prodigal son and Qin Jian who let him treat him as a child like Lin Yifeng, Fu Bo felt sorry for Qin Jian at this time, and hurriedly stepped forward to support each other, and his eyes were rosy again.

Fu Bo said with tears in his eyes: "Jian'er, you are back!"

Qin Jian's voice was weak and weak: "Fu Bo, Yi Feng 、、、、、、 him"

Qin Jian didn't say the following words, of course Fu Bo knew what Qin Jian wanted to ask, but he didn't answer what Qin Jian wanted to hear, he just sighed deeply and said, "Jian'er, let's go in first!"

Qin Jian looked at Fu Bo, he didn't ask again, he was carried by Fu Bo and walked towards the courtyard with heavy steps.

At that time, it was not lively, but it was also a place where the family had frequent contacts, but at this time, it was so cold in Qin Jian's eyes.

After a short time, Qin Jian and Fu Bo walked through the front hall and came to the hall, Qin Jian suddenly froze, and could no longer move the legs that weighed more than a thousand catties, Fu Bo seemed to be unable to support Qin Jian forward because of his old age, but just held Qin Jian's arm tightly, for fear that Qin Jian, who seemed weak in front of him, would collapse and fall.

Qin Jian's eyes turned from stunned to sluggish, and then confused, the hall of the hall was wide open, and a red coffin stopped in the middle of the house, Qin Jian's legs were weak, and he kept swinging, Fu Bo's weak support at this time played the most powerful role, so that Qin Jian did not fall, the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes in the past twelve years, how many friends poured blood on the earth, how many friends fell into the dust, grief and despair have never broken Qin Jian like today.

Fauber was already shouting: "Xiao Qian".

Murong Qian, who was busy with something, walked out of the corner of the hall, saw that Qin Jian had arrived, and hurriedly greeted him, not caring about his haggard body, he didn't call a servant, and helped Qin Jian into the hall with Fu Bo, and the two maids inside also stepped forward, but they didn't intervene, one of the older maids was busy pouring tea, and the other smaller maid was busy moving the chair over.

The mourning hall is well furnished, the benches set up the coffin, the white cloth cloud head curtain tent is left and right, the plain flower spirit curtain is tied up, and the offering table and furnishings are all properly placed, according to this, Qin Jian came at least two or three days late.

Qin Jian sat on the chair in prostration, staring at the coffin in the mourning hall with his eyes in a daze, and said weakly: "Xiaoqian, I haven't slept all the way, I tried my best, but it's still too late." ”

Murong Qian's tears flowed out again, and she said mournfully: "Brother Qin, Yifeng said that you would definitely come, but we have been waiting for a long time!"

Qin Jian didn't look at Murong Qian, he could hear a trace of resentment from these words, Qin Jian didn't say anything more, staring at the coffin, there were no tears to shed in his blood-red eyes, but no one knew that Qin Jian's pain was by no means less than that of Murong Qian.

Fu Bo is old, these funeral things are naturally experienced, everything is arranged by him, the person who invited Zhang Luo's funeral, also discussed with the old man what he needed, and he was still taking care of it and busy there, so Fu Bo instructed two maids to wait carefully and go to work himself.

The maids tried not to make a loud noise, and only Murong Qian's sobs could be heard nearby, and after a moment of silence, Qin Jian came back to his senses, and then asked Murong Qian: "Xiao Qian, what happened, how could it be so sudden?

Murong Qian was even more sad when she heard Qin Jian's words, tears poured out uncontrollably, and after a little indulgence of tears, she choked up and said: "It was a month ago, Yifeng went to Hanzhong to meet friends, but he encountered a case of seeking revenge in the rivers and lakes. ”

Qin Jian's face tightened slightly, but with just an instantaneous reaction, he relaxed again.

Murong Qian continued: "Yifeng saved a young man, and a few days later, Yifeng came back, but he never mentioned this matter, and in the afternoon of the same day, Zhu Wuye, who was a little famous in the town, sent someone to invite him, and he had never seen Yifeng and Zhu Wuye interact before. When I came back at night, Yifeng told me about saving people in Hanzhong, and I didn't care about it at the time, but I just felt that Yifeng was a person from the rivers and lakes, and the chivalrous avenue made him unable to do the thing that he couldn't do to see death and not save him, and Yifeng himself didn't say anything more, but I always felt restless, and the next day Yifeng went to Zhu Wuye's where, and they often corresponded after that, who knows、、、、、、!"

Murong Qian choked for a long time, Qin Jian was not that uninteresting, just waiting for Murong Qian to continue: "Just three days ago, Yifeng was invited to dinner by Zhu Wuye, but in the afternoon, he was carried back, and the person was already 、、、、、、。 ！”

Murong Qian couldn't continue, and Qin Jian didn't have to listen to it anymore, the result was already in front of him, he was thinking about Zhu Wuye, Qin Jian had been in Luoxia Town for a long time, and when Murong Qian was not in charge, this was also Qin Jian's wandering prodigal son and only home.

Qin Jian looked at Murong Qian who bowed his head and sobbed, he knew that Murong Qian couldn't solve all the doubts in his heart, if there was really someone in this world who knew Lin Yifeng, then there would only be one 'Qin Jian', so Qin Jian knew, Murong Qian knew that there would never be too many details about this matter.

'Fifth Master Zhu' Qin Jian thought silently in his heart, at this time he had become the person Qin Jian wanted to see the most. Lin Yifeng is his brother, let Lin Yifeng regenerate, he is weak, the only thing he can do is to give his brother an explanation, no matter how many secrets are hidden in this matter, he will find the answer in person, so Qin Jian didn't ask anything more.

Fu Bo also came back, saw Murong Qian crying sadly, and then looked at Qin Jian's prostration, the old man was distressed after all, so he said: "Jian'er and Xiaoqian are too sad these days, you can't cry anymore, let's let her rest for a while, look at your appearance, you have to take a break, otherwise how can you survive!"

Qin Jian's mind came back at this time, and said to Murong Qian: "Xiaoqian, you go to rest first, I will give Yifeng an explanation." ”

Murong Qian also had the intention of leaving and slowly grieved, crying and said, "Brother Qin, you haven't slept for a few days, go home and rest for a while." ”

Qin Jian responded, and Murong Qian went back to the backyard first.

Fu Boyi said to Qin Jian: "Jian'er, you can also rest, after you leave, your room will often be cleaned by Cui'er, looking forward to your sudden return that day, but you have been gone for a year! ”

Qin Jian's eyes changed a little, and he said softly: "Fu Bo, wandering outside, often dreaming of you, I also think about you." The corners of Fu Bo's eyes were moist, and he gently stroked Qin Jian's sweaty and dusty hair with his wrinkled hand, and tears fell.

After a while, Fu Bo came back to his senses and said to Qin Jian: "Jian'er, go back and have a good rest, I will also go to be busy, and I will come to see you at night." ”

Qin Jian looked at Fu Bo, who was wet with tears, and said, "Fu Bo, you can get busy first, I want to accompany Yifeng alone." ”

Fu Bo was helpless, sighed, and still instructed a few more words: It's nothing more than something like don't be sad anymore, Qin Jian nodded, and Fu Bo went out of the hall again, and Zhang Luo went to other things.

Qin Jian leaned weakly on the back of the chair, looking at the red coffin, he suddenly felt so tired, and suddenly a boredom rose from the bottom of his heart and hit his whole body. For more than ten years, the rivers and lakes have been stormy and killed, but he has never been so tired of this bloody rivers and lakes as today, but the prodigal son is helpless, for the truth he is pursuing and the past buried deep in his heart, he has no choice but to wander in the rivers and lakes that make him tired, and he has no power to withdraw.