Now that the matter has come to this, no matter how much you say, it will be in vain. There is a gap in your heart, who can resolve it?

The conflict was extremely peaceful before it happened, but it could never be reconciled after it happened. Wen Sheng'an is a smart man, a wise old man in the world, who holds back and is out of control.

The sword is the Jianghu, the predecessor of the Jianghu is called right and wrong, and finding the source of right and wrong is called wandering.

Ever since he came out of Lanfeng County, he had been looking for the Liuchi Dao for a long time but could not find it, so he simply stopped looking.

It is said that a swordsman's sword is half his life. Otherwise, his eyes are people first, then the sword. This is not worthy of being a swordsman, at least, in the eyes of people in the world. Because swordsmen do not put the sword first. , what else can he accomplish!

When it comes to the big plan, how could Wen Sheng'an be missing? Jing Qian firmly believed that it was not because of Mrs. Wen that made Wen Sheng'an fall to the bottom. Mrs. Wen's departure undoubtedly made things worse, but in this way he could temper his love for family.

Jing Gan didn't know much about Mrs. Wen, but he believed that the natural arrogance in that woman's bones at least surpassed that of many celebrities in the world. Therefore, Wen Sheng'an would never alienate himself from the village because of this issue. Even if it's the eight-alley torture chamber, it's the same.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the scholar's mouth, Jingqian hurriedly threw down a handful of beans and hurried to the back mountain.

At the same time, the scholar was regretting his deliberateness and angrily threw the beans into the basket. But he was also embarrassed by this situation where he couldn't distinguish between left and right. There were some words that he couldn't say even if he had to choke himself to death, and no one could. explain.

Near dusk, under the short cliff of the back mountain, an old man with unkempt hair and gray hair was hunched over, holding a pile of firewood and struggling to climb up the mountain.

Jingqian only felt that the figure of the man was familiar, and the hillside was dangerous and slippery. He didn't care much about it, so he slid down the slope and caught up with the man in a few steps.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

When the man heard the voice, he stopped and almost guessed and said with certainty: "Jingqian?"

Listening to the familiar voice, Jingqian couldn't believe it was true. He hadn't seen him for a short time, and the man with gray hair and slovenly appearance was Wen Sheng'an, who once paid the most attention to appearance.

Wen Sheng'an didn't turn around when he heard the shouting. He was like a wronged child. After holding back for a long time, he still cried.

Jingqian walked over slowly, grabbed Wen Sheng'an's arms, his eyes were already wet, looked up and down for a long time, and said in an apologetic voice: "Senior, who? Who made you feel left out here?"

The unbearable and uncomfortable feeling for many days was completely released after seeing Jing Qian. He did not speak, but kept shaking his head and crying. It is hard to imagine that an old man who has lived for more than forty years can shed tears.

Sometimes he was in a trance, sometimes he was excited, and he didn't know how to put down the firewood. Jingqian slowly took the firewood from his arms, and accidentally saw his hands, which looked nothing like the elegant businessman he once was.

After a silent meeting, Jing Qian felt extremely heavy in his heart. From the loss of Wen Sheng'an today, he suddenly seemed to understand, and the pile of firewood was stubbornly warning Jing Qian that he knew nothing.

After meeting Jingqian, Wen Sheng'an was very excited. The two of them hurried up the mountain with the sunset in the west.

There was a broken broom in front of the door, and half of the door collapsed on one side, leaving such a big gap that the cold wind only poured in. Fortunately, there was smoke coming out of the kang, so the room was not unbearable. live.

Jingqian put the firewood next to the earthen stove. When he stood up, he saw that the stone pot on the stove had a clear crack. He turned his head and glanced at Wen Sheng'an, who was taking off his shirt and putting it on the old man on the kang.

Taking advantage of this space, he touched a stone pot. There was not a drop of oil or water in the stone pot, but only a mouthful of turbid water that had turned into ice. The temperature on the stove was cold from the soles of his feet to his heart.

Afraid of disturbing the old man's rest, Jingqian whispered: "Senior, come here!"

After Wen Sheng'an put on the old man's clothes, he slowly got off the kang, walked to Jing Qian's side, grabbed Jing Qian and walked out the door.

There was a simple brazier made of clay outside the door. He turned around, picked up a stone slab, took out a pile of ashes from the hole of the kang and poured it into the brazier. Then he turned around and took some charcoal and threw it in.

When it gradually warmed up, he held Jing Qian's hands and placed them against the edge of the brazier. His body was instantly warmed.

Jing Qian looked at all this, and it was like every winter month he spent in Chama.

"When I was at Tea Horse, life was like this..."

From the beginning to the present, it is rare to see Wen Sheng'an actually smiling. He laughed freely and said: "Then I walked in uneasiness day and night, yes and no, haha!"

The words seemed boring, but Jing Gan felt very warm. He paused for a moment and said, "I asked the village to cook some beans tonight. I will bring some back when I go back."

As soon as the village was mentioned, Wen Sheng'an's expression immediately changed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the brazier, and said nothing for a long time.

Jingqian saw Wen Sheng'an's dilemma and changed his words: "I almost forgot, the old man is here too. When people are old and have difficulty moving, they still need to be taken care of. That's good. I'll talk to the leader and ask him to call someone to deliver it to you." Come here."

As soon as the word "leader" came out of Jinggan's mouth, the panic in Wen Sheng'an's eyes made Jinggan startled and asked: "Senior Wen, what's wrong with you? You're not going to the village either? After all, it's Wen My sister-in-law is gone, but now that the old man is left here, you still have to live well. If I have a bite to eat, my brothers will have a bite to eat!"

Wen Sheng'an looked around in panic, quickly covered Jinggan's mouth, waved his hands and said: "If the village cooks bean porridge, I will follow you later, but Jinggan, you have to remember, you must not say nonsense. ah!"

Jingqian never realized what he said wrongly to make Wen Sheng'an so nervous, until Wen Sheng'an revealed a piece of news: "Someone passed by the hall today and said that the leader was sulking alone. The arrow pointed to Fuck you!"

Hearing these words, Jing Gan opened his eyes in shock and said, "I just arrived today. Why is he so angry? Is it because of me?"

Wen Sheng'an moved closer to Jingqian, looked around again and said, "I heard someone saying that you covet the position of the leader. This has reached the leader's ears. Don't say it was me who said it." !When you return to the village from now on, don’t say nonsense like what I say means you will say the same thing!"

Jinggan thought it was ridiculous and said angrily: "We have the same mission. We are brothers. Brothers should take care of each other and show loyalty! When did he learn the tactics of iron warfare?"

"Maybe someone is talking nonsense, but I know you will never be such a person!" The situation became more and more serious, and Jing Qian was even more unhappy. Only then did Wen Sheng'an realize that he should not have said these words. He slapped himself twice angrily.
Chapter completed!