Moth

"...Life and death depend on people, how can safety be reversed? It is because the wise are good at seeing what is going on, and the foolish are stubborn. The difference between good and bad is in this ear. It is said that General Fujian is deeply imprisoned, and he can predict what will happen next. Listen to me Back to decomposition."

The storyteller in the Hengmen teahouse clapped the bamboo fan in his palm, bowed to the audience, turned around and went back to the back hall, leaving behind him a lot of sighs.

In the seat, there was a handsome and handsome young man who was slumped in the first row of the grand master's chair, holding an extremely flamboyant folding fan in his hand.With that young master as the center, no one dared to come forward within ten steps, for no other reason, the fragrance on this young master's fan could be said to be at the right time and place, one fan was so powerful that it only drove all the tea drinkers in the surrounding circle. I was so smoked that I sneezed, coughed and wiped my tears.

But... the son fell asleep while sitting up.

After a while, a beautiful and dignified woman came from the backstage, holding a cup of tea, and put it directly on the table next to Brother Young Master.The girl touched the man, and said softly, "Young Master Yang, it's over."

The person called "Young Master Yang" didn't respond at all.

The woman lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, brushing the broken hair from her ears behind her ears, pointing fingers at Cai Cai's story to herself: "There is such a stubborn person in the world. As a person in the court, I don't seem to know what it means 'Advance by retreat', he took risks with his body several times, and killed so many people. Did he not know that the heart of the emperor is more capricious than the heart of a woman? The king's heart is unpredictable' is probably the case. I don't know what happened to that person afterwards."

"Young Master Yang" trembled all over, woke up in a daze, yawned indifferently, and said drunkenly: "No matter what, he did it himself."

woman:"……"

"Young Master Yang" stood up again and stretched, drank the bowl of tea on the table in one gulp, straightened his sleeves, and said, "Farewell."

Before he stepped forward, a black folding fan suddenly flew over from the front door, which was exactly the same as the white folding fan.It was too late and then it was too late, the woman who was sitting still suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed the black fan in her hand, instantly turned into the widow next door, and scolded without looking back: "Well, you are so fat! Isn’t it cheap? You really have the guts to get people behind your back, be careful walking around at night and bumping into ghosts!”

In the public, Sun Erpang was scolded by the flying air, not only did he not complain at all, but he was wronged by himself in a very useless manner.He stood timidly on the spot, and said submissively: "Miss Pepe, I really don't understand. What's so good about that little boy? He has no money and no father, and he is still a useless person. He can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands. It's us Qinghe." The number one big medicine pot, am I not better than him? What do you like about him, can I change it?"

The person known as "Ms. Pepe" raised her eyebrows and said jokingly: "I just like that he doesn't talk to me. You can change it."

Sun Erpang: "..."

"Mr. Yang" sat down on the table without hesitation when watching the excitement, with his long legs dangling back and forth, holding his chin with one hand, and ironically raised the corner of his mouth where Miss Peipei couldn't see, describing it very poorly. beat.

That Sun Erpang is also a coward who has thorns on his buttocks and can't sit still. When he saw that person's appearance, he immediately exploded. He rolled up his sleeves and greeted him.

The woman sat still, and slapped her hand on the table hard, sending the teacup on the table flying into the air.She didn't mind the pain and swung the back of her hand again, knocking out the cup.

He was caught by Sun Erpang with his big face.

Miss Pepe said: "What's wrong with the medicine jar, I'd like you to take care of it?"

"Mr. Yang" gave Sun Erfat a little thumb in a very cryptic manner, retracted his hand halfway, and made a big circle again. The final destination stopped on Miss Peipei's exquisite chin, and he lifted it up frivolously. for a moment.

So Sun Erpang and Ning Peipei, one smokes from seven orifices, and the other rippling in love.

Sun Erpang pointed at "Young Master Yang" with a kind of vicious "don't leave after school", and left a sentence aggressively: "You wait, let's wait and see."

"Young Master Yang" just jumped down, and said bluntly without feeling embarrassing: "Please trouble Miss Ning to give me a ride, that fat man will probably cut off his beard, I don't want to be beaten to death."

Ning Peipei was almost elated, without saying a word, she lifted the hem of her skirt, and said with a strong hint: "No trouble, I am willing to send you back every day in the future."

When a man and a woman walk on the street, it is unavoidably awkward not to speak.

So that "Mr. Yang" said as if he had nothing to say: "In fact, Liu Changzhou didn't do much after that. A man went all the way to Beidi to beg for the letter of Wanmin and handed it to the emperor. The emperor sent someone to look at it in the prison. Liu Changzhou thinks his unlucky appearance is particularly pleasing to the eye, and he will be merciful for a moment when his face is happy."

Ning Peipei carefully kept a close distance from him, Jiao Didi said: "In my opinion, even if that person saves his life from the knife, he will hardly have any ups and downs in the rest of his life."

"Young Master Yang" asked in surprise, "What do you think Miss said?"

Encouraged by her sweetheart, Ning Peipei completely liberated her mind. On the one hand, she tried her best to create a good image of a reasonable character for the men around her, so she exaggeratedly said: "The man took his family and country as his responsibility for the first half of his life. , It can be described as painstaking. What is the difference between being tossed so much by the surly world at first, and being slapped in the back? Hey, in the final analysis, a hero will inevitably end."

She felt that her words fit perfectly, so she went on to say logically: "All the beauties are blown away by the rain and the wind in the end. In life, you should drink wine as a song and enjoy yourself in time..."

Unexpectedly, that "Mr. Yang" was particularly puzzled and said: "Miss Ning, please go back. Well, if you meet Sun Erpang on the way, please remember to beat him up for me. It's best to beat him until he can't come down for ten and a half months." The bed, the money for the medicine is on my head."

Ning Peipei: "..."

The two broke up at this point, and "Mr. Yang" walked forward alone. He walked very slowly. From sunset to Xingzi to light the lamp, he saw a stone house behind the mountain flowers, with three large characters written on it - not returning to the hall.

This "Mr. Yang" is Liu Changzhou.

Three years ago, when he came out of the death row with injuries all over his body, he looked at the crowded Suzaku Street in the city, and felt that the sky and the earth were vast for a moment, but he felt a sense of sadness that he had nowhere to go.

The turmoil in the officialdom cannot be clarified. Fortunately, there is no war in the world...but it is not his turn to intervene in these disturbing family and state affairs overnight.After working hard for half a lifetime, his spine was suddenly severed with a single knife, and it was difficult to even fall asleep.

The funny and ironic fact is that the thing that has supported him for half of his life turned out to be the thing that hurt him the most - the Daqing country he was thinking of was like a poisoned dagger, piercing him mercilessly. In his heart, if he didn't pull it out, he would die, and if he pulled it out, he would be ashamed as if he was a cheap man.

Sometimes when I wake up in an empty room, I feel at a loss that the scenes of dealing with people every day seem unreal, and the illusion is like a spring and autumn dream.It was also hard for him to imagine that he would even have the idea of ​​committing suicide.For him, lingering in this world suddenly became a torment, and even the most basic three meals a day became the most difficult thing in the world.

One death is tolerable, why should one be poor at a hundred years old?

But whenever despair surrounded him like a boundless dark night, Lu Hanzhang's figure appeared in front of his eyes. The man was outlined in the black with silver edges, and he heard the two words clearly: "Wait for me."

It was only then that I realized that it was too difficult to keep a promise.

until when?Will you wait?

It seems that there is only one thing left in the road of life that does not know where the end is, and that is aimless waiting.The established fact is that no one needs him to make sacrifices, neither the country nor the love.

One day when he was squatting on the steps of the yard drinking medicine, he suddenly remembered the jars of gentleman's wine that he had buried at the foot of the hall of no return many years ago, and suddenly came to the interest of going to the south of the Yangtze River, and suddenly found a reason to continue living --for myself.

He wants to use the remaining half of his life to learn how to live for himself.

The Hall of Bugui standing on the rocky mountain was still the same, but the humidity on the riverside was too heavy, and when the moisture came up, all the wounds on his body, big and small, were ready to move, making him feel old-fashioned for a moment.

Fortunately, the several jars of gentleman's wine buried at the foot of Buguitang were also intact, and when the mud was sealed, the fragrance wafted for ten miles.

He looked at the sun and the moon every day, and waited like this for three years.

The old Hengmen has been reopened by someone, and his ups and downs have also been compiled into the story of the teahouse. He is actually...a person in the legend.

He dragged his feet lazily, pushing open the door of Bugui Hall with one hand, and at the same time felt that the word "Bugui" was too eye-catching, and every single stroke made people feel troubled, and at the same time felt that the moon tonight was very round , very suitable for such useless behavior as feeding yourself to death.

Suddenly he heard a very slight cough in the yard, his hands stopped, he threw the newly dug jar of wine on the ground and smashed it to pieces, soaking one of his sleeves.

The smell of wine filled the room, and he felt at a loss...a little drunk.

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