Ding Zhou Ji

At sunset, it was drizzling.The day was cooler and the road was muddy.

The two rode through the misty rain and fog, and appeared at the door of the old inn at the end of the ancient road.

After handing over the mounts to the waiter in the shop, the two travelers wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats opened the thick curtains by themselves, and stepped into the slightly shabby and gloomy inner hall, but still warm and cozy.Along with it, there is also the damp and cold cool air like a maggot attached to the bone.

However, when they took off their coir raincoats and bamboo hats, all the coolness and dampness seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant, and even this small shabby room seemed to suddenly brighten up a lot.

I saw that although the man was only wearing the most common green shirt, his slender and straight figure was not reduced at all, but added a little bit of gentle and elegant indifference.

He was pale and looked tired.

But the two eyes are amazingly bright, as if they contain infinite hope and power, people can't help but believe him and want to follow him.

Seeing that there were only a few square tables in the inner hall, only the one in the farthest corner was still vacant, so he signaled to the girl who was standing beside him, who was busy wiping the water off her clothes, to take a seat first.But he turned around and carefully spread out the two sets of rain gear that were still dripping and placed them on the special shelf by the door.

The girl who was nodding at him in agreement, was dressed in a pale pink dress, with black waist-length hair, a beautiful face, and a dusty temperament.Two big eyes with distinct black and white, as if they have never seen the ugliness in the world, they are as clear and clear.

There should be a deep tacit understanding between her and that man, but there seems to be an insurmountable gap.It is incomprehensible and incomprehensible.

Such an eye-catching couple, appearing in such a remote and desolate place, of course, will inevitably attract people's attention.

But they seem to be completely indifferent to the eyes full of admiration and curiosity around them.Just one after the other.Go straight to the empty table in the corner.

After separating from Zhong Kui that day.Xiao Yimo, who had galloped for a day on the path that he temporarily decided to change to.Finally, I couldn't hold back my doubts and anxiety.While resting while drinking horses by a small river in the evening.Carefully, he returned to Yin Fuque who had been silent all the way.Ask him why his attitude towards Zhong Kui is so abnormal.

But Yin Fuque just stared at the drinking horse.His face sank like water: "To treat a charlatan. In your opinion, what kind of attitude should I have?"

He was so indifferent and perfunctory with irony.Xiao Yimo, who was already worried, couldn't help but feel angry: "In my opinion, it's this charlatan who hit your sore spot. You are so mean!"

Yin Fuque's gaze remained unchanged.The tone became more and more cold: "That kind of nonsense to fool ignorant women and children. You can believe it if you want. But don't drag me into it."

"You!..." Xiao Yimo has suffered such verbal humiliation since childhood.In a rage, he wanted to walk away.

But thinking of what Zhong Kui said to her when he was parting, he was really worried.I had to bear it again and again, and said to Yin Fuque as calmly as possible: "Can we stop these unnecessary disputes for now? I really think that Zhong Kui is definitely not a liar who pretends to be a ghost. What if... what he said How much of those...if they really came true?"

Yin Fuque also realized that his attitude and words were too much, so he turned his face and apologized to Xiao Yimo: "I'm really sorry, I just happened to remember a rather difficult matter because... , I feel a little disturbed, that's why... In short, whether what he said is true or false. Whether it's a ghost or a monster, it's not our real urgent matter right now, is it?"

Xiao Yimo sighed softly, she looked into Yin Fuque's eyes, and said softly: "I know you have a lot of things in your heart, and I also know how much pressure is on your shoulders. But no matter what happened, If you have any difficulties, please tell me. Even if I don't have the ability to share it with you, if you say something, it will at least make you feel easier, won't you?"

She paused, then slowly said: "And, that night, you promised me that you would never hide anything from me, remember?"

There were many times when Yin Fuque almost couldn't bear to tell Xiao Yimo the secret that suffocated him.

He really, really wanted to have someone to listen to him once.

just one time.

Just, one listens, one speaks.

After listening and speaking, immediately forget everything and erase everything.

As if nothing was said, as if nothing was heard.

However, how is this possible?

In this world, some pains are the same as joys, and once spoken out, they will only multiply and never decrease.

In the end, he still smiled lightly: "At the beginning, what I promised you was only about matters related to the restoration of the country, and I would never hide it from you again. But it did not include... my own private affairs."

Xiao Yimo was suffocated when he heard the words, bowed his head and took a deep breath, turned around and led the horse on the road without saying a word.

"It turns out that I'm just a collaborator in your restoration plan."

At that time, the sun was setting and the setting sun was like blood.

Yin Fuque, who stood silently by the water alone, looked at the figure that was getting further and further away in the blood, and laughed at himself.

"Perhaps, this road can only be walked by me forever. After all, it is my extravagant wish."

After that, Xiao Yimo and Yin Fuque traveled day and night, and finally arrived at the last lodging point in Youzhou.

For more than twenty days, she never mentioned anything related to Zhong Kui again.Or it should be said that the only topic between her and Yin Fuque was about Fuguo.

Although, she would still be secretly thankful for the willow flute that she kept in her close-fitting bag and never used it.