155 Native Places (5)

When I came out of the shack alley, it was already dark. Under the flashing signboard of Huayue Building, a wave of brightly dressed guests flocked to the fish. Every dusk, under the red lights, the neon clothes are fluttering, how many people would rather indulge in this **** life and cannot extricate themselves. The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic.

Xie Junhe's feet had already stepped up the steps, and he suddenly looked back at the sea of snow as if he remembered something. Sure enough, Xue Hai was pouting slightly and glaring at him fiercely with a very hurt gaze, as if to warn: "You dare to go, you really dare to go, you dare to take another step forward?"

"You go back first. Xie Junhe smiled.

"Why?" said Xue Hai's eyes widened innocently.

During the questioning, a drunken man hooked up with Xuehai's arm. With a wave of his sleeves like a fly, Xie Jun drove this person out of ten steps. The thin waist of the snow sea on the first floor took her across the street. "Wait for me. ”

Xue Hai saw him trapped in the flowers, and he hated to prick a villain and poke him to death with a needle. Inexplicably, I was so angry that I wanted to cry. "Ignore him, bad guy!

Just as she was plucking the petals of the chrysanthemums under the bamboo fence one by one, Xie Junhe came back with an unchanged face, with more jars of wine in her hands and two strings of sugar gourds. "I'm not that unreliable, girl. ”

Xie Junhe handed her the sugar gourd, but she didn't answer: "The taverns on the street, you have to go to Huayue Building?"

Xie Junhe said cheekily: "I said earlier, I'm not a good person. Who told you to follow me?"

Xue Hai suddenly threw two strings of sugar gourds to the ground, stepped on his feet viciously, and said with aggrieved tears: "Who is going to follow you? Who is going to ignore you? Whoever cares about you is the No. 1 big fool in Tianzi!" But with a "bang", it collided with a piece of black.

Xie Junhe blocked her way: "Don't cry, girl...... Just go to your brother like this, he can screw my head off. ”

Xue Hai said angrily: "You deserve it!"

"Come with me somewhere. Xie Junhe tugged at her sleeve and dragged her without saying a word. Where to go, what to do? There is no explanation, and Xue Hai is used to this domineering. Anyway, Xie Junhe has long been a big villain, and only she, a naΓ―ve big idiot, will fall for him. Who let him save her?

And so it was outside the city.

In the bleak silence, the red sun hung weakly on the empty branches. There is no grass, no leaves, and as far as the eye can see, there is only the color of the earth. The jackdaw's voice is poignant. Autumn in the north is far more sinister than in the south. The sea of snow shrunk its neck in the cold wind.

Finally, I saw a low earthen wall, beside the quietly flowing stream. Xie Junhe walked through the village and stopped at a farmhouse by the stream. The earthen wall has already collapsed in half. The roof of the earthen hut has also collapsed. The dilapidated yard has long since lost its inhabitants.

Xie Junhe stepped into the courtyard, solemnly, and steadily.

"Susu's home?" Xue Hai understood.

Xie Junhe didn't respond, and went directly to the back of the house.

Lonely grave.

It's just a pile of earth.

Xie Junhe sat cross-legged on the ground, opened the wine jar, and poured half of the jar of wine in front of the grave. the other half of the altar and poured it into his mouth without ceasing.

Amber shimmered with the setting sun, and sweet drunkenness poured out, permeating the cold wind, and blowing his words away in the wind. "The old violinist only drinks the wine of Huayue Tower. He has played the piano in Huayue Tower all his life - all his life. He loves to drink, so I often drink with him. Su Su has also been playing her pipa in Huayue Tower. Her pipa music is a must in Huayuelou. But what kind of fate can the girl in Huayue Tower have...... She was very bitter in her heart......"