General, he's cheating again

Buwen grew up in Dongpu since he was a child, so he is very familiar with this island country full of cherry blossoms, and this Fangzhou also left him with many indelible memories.

After the group got off the boat, they told Hua Yan that the seafood here was extremely delicious, and his favorite seasoning when eating seafood was mustard pepper.

Hua Yan believed what he didn't hear, and the end result was that he was choked on a plate of green dipping sauce in the tavern and cried.

With a red and swollen mouth, a stinging throat, and moist eye sockets, Hua Yan stared at Zheng with a smug face when he was so hot that he wanted to hit the wall for a while, and there were countless ways to poison Buwen in his mind. Take revenge with this.

In the end, while he was not paying attention, he stirred a dose of Evil Rensan into the wine that he didn't smell.

You must know that anyone who is evil in his body, once he wants to do evil again, he will have colic pain in his heart, and life would be worse than death.

Hua Yan, whose mouth was swollen like a sausage, was in a good mood watching Buwen drink the poisoned wine. He could already imagine the picture of coming to beg Buwen next time when he had bad thoughts and was in pain.

There are wind chimes hanging under the eaves of the tavern, and when the wind blows, they will make a crisp sound, which is fascinating.

Qin Qingrong drank a glass of local special shochu after Bu Wen's recommendation, and his cheeks became red in a short while, which complemented his thin red lips.

He folded his arms around his legs and retracted into the corner, indulging in a little drunkenness alone.Gu Zhen, who was looking at the opposite with peach blossom eyes half-closed, was moved for a moment, and lust appeared in his mind.

When he reacted, he coughed quickly to cover up his guilty conscience, then blinked, supported his chin with one hand and turned his face away.

On the other hand, Gu Zhen, whether it was expressing his love for Qin Qingrong or his sexual desire, he acted generously.

It's like the scorching sun in midsummer embracing you fiercely, making you overwhelmed; it's like the evening tide, with the wanton gentleness of the sun's rays and the call of the surging ocean, rushing towards you with open arms to welcome him. middle.

Slightly pursing his lips, Gu Zhen felt thirsty in his throat.

Looking away from Qin Qingrong's body, he took a cup of tea and looked around.

Unexpectedly, this tavern was a place he frequented in the past.Gu Zhen pondered silently in his heart, usually people who come here are just drinking, or dating, or mourning, or celebrating.

Don't smell a cold young man who doesn't like to drink on weekdays, so he wouldn't come here alone to drink away his worries.

So, who exactly and what kind of people frequent this tavern?

Gu Zhen was puzzled but didn't intend to ask, because Dongying is not a good place for Buwen, maybe this tavern is a gray area in Buwen's heart.

"Boss, why are there so many people suddenly crowded out on the street?"

Hearing the approaching noise, Hua Yan was curious, "But is there any important event in your place today?"

The owner of this tavern is also a native of the Central Plains, he squinted his eyes into a line and replied with a smile: "Every summer in Dongying, there will be a god sacrifice to pray for a good harvest, and one of the customs is soul shaking.

It must be that they are about to pass by here, so if you come here once in a while, hurry up and watch the excitement! "

"I didn't expect that the first day my hall master came here would catch up with such an important day, so of course I have to go and see!"

Hua Yan cupped his hands and said with a smile, he turned around and was about to greet his companions, but he didn't expect that Gu Zhen and others had already squeezed into the crowd.

Well, no sense of morality.

The sun was shining brightly, and the voices of the people became louder and louder.In the middle of the street, I saw a group of young people in blue clothes carrying a golden shrine on their shoulders, swaying from side to side and singing loudly all the way. Surrounding them were people in blue clothes with oil-painted cat face masks, two by two. The group dances shoulder to shoulder, praying for a good harvest and disaster relief.

It seems that in the blue sea waves, there is a god dressed in gold covering the hard-working people with universal light. The god is kind and sincere.

"It's so lively."

Qin Qingrong seemed to have melted into the enthusiastic atmosphere of the Dongying people. He usually smiled lightly, but now he was holding Gu Zhen's hand tightly, with a pure look in his eyes and an incomparably bright smile.

It was rare for the sweetheart to smile so heartily, and Gu Zhen's eyes were also crooked, just quietly looking at Qin Qingrong's smiling face.

It seemed that the crowded and noisy people around him had disappeared, and in his eyes, only Qin Qingrong was left in the whole world at this moment.

Buwen's face behind the two of them curled up one corner of his lips helplessly. At this moment, he only felt that he was a little brighter than that shining golden shrine.

"In the evening, there is a moon festival ceremony in the Gion Museum, so I think we can join in the fun.

To be honest, I seldom participated in this kind of group activities before, because I felt noisy, and secondly, I didn't have many friends at the time. "

Not wanting to stay with Gu Qin anymore, he walked through the crowd and came to Hua Yan's side without hearing anything.

Hua Yan was not moved by Buwen's trek across the sea of ​​people to accompany him, he folded his arms like an enemy of Buwen, and hit the nail on the head without mercy, "My hall master thinks that you don't like to participate in this kind of group activities The main reason is because I have no friends."

Noticing a trace of loneliness on the young man's face, Hua Yan scratched his head, then realized his mistake and changed the subject again: "I heard that the moon festival ceremony is when people gather at the shrine with paper lanterns to play.

And they will write their wishes on the paper lanterns in their hands.

Since you seldom participate in the God Festival, you probably haven't made any wishes? "

Buwen nodded, "You are right, no.

But I didn't seem to have any wishes when I was a child. "

"What about now?" Hua Yan asked: "Now, don't you have any wish to realize?

Light up the lamp tonight, what will you write on the lamp? "

Hearing this, Buwen and Hua Yan looked at each other.

He was contemplative, and after a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, but instead of answering Hua Yan's words, he asked instead: "What will Master Hua write?"

Hua Yan laughed loudly, his delicate eyebrows stretched as bright as his red dress, "Guess?"

He just shook his head in boredom, sure enough, when the little fox met the old fox, no one would spare the other.

When the sky is dark, the scenes on the streets of Dongpu are like a sea of ​​stars falling from the sky to the world, with bright fire flowing and clearly dotted.

During the daytime, after Gu Zhen and others bought paper lanterns and wrote their wishes, they hid their treasures and refused to show them to anyone.

When they met on the street, the four people from the Central Plains in Chinese clothes looked at each other's paper lanterns and then smiled at each other.

I saw the four ordinary white paper lanterns swaying in the night, but they seemed to be endowed with the power of gods after ink, and each represented a light in the heart of the writer.

Holding the lamp, Hua Yan looked at the four words he had written, then smiled at everyone, "Family is enough.

I didn't expect the wish of the hall master to be so simple. The greatest wish of the hall master now is that the people of Song Dynasty can live a stable life with enough family members. "

Buwen immediately followed up with Hua Yan's words: "It's just each other. Mine is Haiyan Heqing.

Although the people in the Great Song Dynasty are struggling to make ends meet, I believe that the era of Haiyan Heqing in the Great Song Dynasty will eventually come again. "

After the two finished speaking, it was Qin Qingrong's turn. Qin Qingrong only smiled slightly, "The government is sound and the people are harmonious."

Gu Zhen's lantern reads "Guotai Minan" on it.

The four of them were silent for a moment, their wishes were so grand that they had to admit that they were somewhat great when they said them.

But if the Song Dynasty is now a peaceful and prosperous age, why should they make these wishes full of family and country feelings.

I'm afraid that Gu Zhen's will be "to grow old together and die together", Qin Qingrong's will be "safe and peaceful, and the water will flow for a long time", and Hua Yan will make a wish to "become the world's number one poison expert". The wish of "becoming the world's number one knife master".

It cannot be denied that these private thoughts must be the first words that come to mind when they write a pen to make a wish, which is human nature.

But when they recalled the starvation, blood, and crying, they had to go against their wishes and pray to the gods to redeem the people who were trapped in the water and fire.

The night wind blows gently, flowing in this beautiful night, forming a faint melancholy, which can only be captured by people with troubled minds.

There are various stalls in the shrine that sell masks, bells, and flutes, as well as ramen, moon rice dumplings, and wine.

Cats can be seen everywhere walking comfortably between the crowd and booths, or stretching their waists, or licking their fur, with a lazy look.

The four of them strolled around for a while, and then ate moon dumplings again.

Buwen has never felt such warmth before. If he hadn't met Gu Zhen, he might still be doing the business of killing people for money at this moment.

Originally, he was enjoying this god sacrifice, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eyes.

The hand holding the soup spoon hangs above the soup bowl, without looking in the direction where the figure appeared just now, it's as if petrified.

For a moment, his lungs were cramping, but the pain was not enough for him to restrain the strong murderous aura that was showing at this moment.

Recalling the blood-splattered night in the past, the figure of that man killing with a knife was unforgettable to him.

Hatred, the hatred that he could never let go of, was like a pool of stagnant water gradually bubbling into boiling soup, becoming hotter and more intense.

Gu Zhen was the first to notice the abnormality of Buwen. There was a trace of sharpness in the narrow and long eyes. Seeing Buwen's eyes were bloodshot, his face was blue, and his arms were trembling slightly. He then fixed the acupuncture point of Buwen and looked at Hua Yanwei frown,

"Has he been poisoned?"

Eating glutinous sweet dumplings well, Hua Yan didn't understand what kind of bad thoughts Buwen had in his heart that would cause the villain to erupt.

He secretly thought that this bad boy still wanted to play tricks on him, so he couldn't easily let him go.

Facing Gu Zhen's questioning, Hua Yan put aside his face and lied: "This hall master doesn't think he is poisoned, but he seems to see something that makes him unable to restrain his emotions, so he has such a reaction."

While talking, Hua Yan stood up and used acupuncture on Buwen's head to temporarily suppress the toxins in Buwen's body, and then said to Gu Zhen and Qin Qingrong: "My hall master has already helped this kid calm down, you can directly release the acupuncture points Just ask him what happened."