As night fell, the snow was still falling, and the snow on the streets was more than seven inches deep, and the pedestrians on the road were almost extinct, but the young swordsman's noodle soup was still eating! Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the owner of the noodle restaurant was also ready to start closing, so the little second brother came over and said, "Guest officer, our noodle restaurant is closing, please come back tomorrow!"

"Oh!" even though he was penniless, the young swordsman unconsciously groped around for the money bag like a rich man, and asked, "How much, big brother!"

"The money has already been paid. The little second brother said.

When the young swordsman heard this, he was surprised and delighted, "Who paid for it?" he couldn't help but ask, and easily stopped his hands looking for the money bag on his body.

"Young Master Liu. ”

"Who is Young Master Liu!" the young swordsman asked, "Is his house far from here?"

"I don't know where his house is!" said the second brother as he cleaned up the dining table, "but I've been to where he lives." At this time, he stopped what he was doing, and seemed to take a break. So, he looked at the thinly dressed young swordsman with great admiration.

"Guest officer, what are you doing!" he asked the young swordsman, "How can you make Liu Gongzi so respectful that he has to secretly pay for you for a bowl of noodles." ”

The young swordsman's shame was made by this question, and he smiled, "Oh!" he said, "I am a man who has come out to see the world." ”

"You're too modest!" said the other man, not believing him to what he said, but instead thinking that he was trying to hide his identity, "but you don't need to tell me the truth if you work like me." ”

At this moment, the young swordsman heard the sincerity of his words, so he asked him: "Big brother, where does this Liu Gongzi you just talked about, where does he live?"

"Oh! So you don't know where he lives. The other party was stunned again, and he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Hey, guest officer, you are really capable at a young age, not only can you let the world-famous Liu Gongzi pay for you, but you don't even know who this person is." This world is so strange! People who eat bear's paws don't know the price of bear's paws. ”

The young swordsman was proud to hear him say this, so he only smiled and did not speak.

"He lives in the 'Piaoxiang Pavilion,'" the second brother added, "I saw him the day before yesterday when I brought him noodle soup; That's right, and you, the mysterious guest, also like to eat our noodle soup, which is something we are very proud of. ”

"Big brother," the young swordsman asked again, "who is this Liu Gongzi, and what is he doing?"

"He's a very good man!" said him, "and he's a philanthropist, and he usually helps others, but as to what he does, it's not clear what the little one does." But I only know that he is very rich, and he has to spend a lot of money every day, especially if he lives in a place like Piaoxiang Pavilion, and his daily low consumption is at least one hundred taels of silver. ”

"Young Master Liu, how long have you been living there?"

"It's been almost half a year," said the other man, "I remember that the first time I brought him noodle soup was on a summer night during a thunderstorm, but that time, I didn't see him, and it was Miss Fangfang who came down to serve him." ”

"Miss Fangfang!" the young swordsman asked again, "is she Liu Gongzi's sister?"

The other party laughed when he heard this, "Yes, it's my sister!" He said, "It's my sister." ”

"Oh, I see!" said the young swordsman, getting up with his sword and walking towards the door, "Okay, thank you, big brother!"

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was even colder, and the streets and alleys made passers-by cold, and at this moment, the young swordsman left the cozy noodle shop, as if he had taken off his warm coat and walked naked into the snowy street. The wind and snow were raging, not to mention people, and even the watchdogs all over the street hid under the master's bed, listening attentively to the master and his wife shaking the bed board and making thrilling sounds, so as to survive this cold and unbearable night.

And at this moment, this young swordsman seems to have a feeling that he is not even as good as a dog! Now let alone under the master's bed, even if it is a messy firewood room, he will regard it as a paradise on earth. In this way, he still held the Loose Pattern Ancient Sword in his arms, still standing upright, letting the snow blow mercilessly on his young face and hands.

He did not know how long it was, and he did not know how far he had walked, but suddenly he heard singing, laughter, and the beautiful sound of the piano in the bitter cold wind, and at the same time, he also saw the red light reflected on the white snow in front of him.

The light at this time, although far away, although it is impossible to feel its temperature, can make people imagine its warmth! Just like the feeling of the suffering who is floating in the sea, when he looks at the horizon, the shadow of the sailing ship is revealed, because it is the silhouette of hope, the beacon of life, and the strongest call to live bravely!

So, the young swordsman raised his head, and saw that the imposing attic in front of him was brightly lit and full of people, and not only that, but the people in the attic were all richly dressed and imposing. At the same time, the young swordsman also saw the three big characters "Piaoxiang Pavilion" on the porch of the attic; this time, he suddenly remembered that the little second brother in the noodle shop had just mentioned, the young man who paid him for the noodle soup, and a trace of warmth rose in his heart.

The wind and snow are getting more and more violent, and those who stand in the attic, wearing carved furs, warm hats, and satin cloaks, and look at the snow in the wind, are where they feel the power of nature and the beauty of the snowstorm night!

"Look, there's a stray dog in the street!" said a woman who suddenly pointed to her bottom in surprise.

"That's not a dog!" argued the other woman, "he's a man, a man with a sword in his arms." ”

"It's funny!" said another woman, "and in such a cold weather, this man is wearing a sweatshirt and wandering the streets, like a hero!"

Then another woman laughed and said, "He must be seducing you, go down quickly! Send him an oil-paper red umbrella, go quickly!"

When the young swordsman heard this, he was eager to find a crack in the ground and hide, and he even wished he was a dog, a dog that could roam the streets freely on snowy nights—at least, so that he would not be ridiculed and ridiculed by his kind!

Listening to the rumors of the women upstairs, his heart was colder than the snow flying in the sky, and although the wind and snow at this moment were more violent than before, he felt a trace of gentle and quiet beauty. It's just that the nasty light not only makes him no longer feel a trace of warmth, but is more like a devil's smile, which makes him panic and want to avoid everything. In this way, he was holding the Loose Ancient Sword and was about to escape!

"Little brother, can you please come in and have a drink!" said a calm and warm voice behind him.

So, he stopped, turned slowly, and saw this young man in a mink fur standing behind him, smiling as he spoke. (To be continued.) )