"In the name of love, I am looking for the peach blossoms that bloom in winter!"

"Why! Are peach blossoms blooming in winter?"

"This is rare. If you are lucky enough to find one, it will be in a million. This must be the most beautiful flower in the world."

"Why not look for it in spring? Spring is full of flowers!"

"Although spring is colorful, it is full of rouge powder. And I only need one flower, and I can take care of it with my whole life's hard work!"

"Hehehe! Little man, then tell me, what kind of flower am I, sister!"

"Sister Huang Li is a rose, cold and charming, fragrant and elegant. He will be fascinated by you by a man. But the rose is delicate and cannot withstand the wind and rain, and it will break when touched, and it requires even more pity!"

...

The wind this morning was very light and soft, and there was a bleak figure walking along the river.

"Sister Huang Li!" Wu Zhiyuan was roaring in his heart, constantly shouting this long-closed name.

All kinds of Yucheng came to my heart.

Wu Zhiyuan is in pain!

Once upon a time, there was a woman who was quiet and elegant, singing in a bar of middle-aged and elderly people, and there was a beautiful woman on the side of the water.

Once upon a time, he held her hand and walked along the Yangtze River in the vast dark night. She said, hoping that he would remember her forever.

Once upon a time, on a confused night, his hands stroked her skin, but only left the gentleness in the middle of the night. He said that he was leaving and he was going to find someone.

...

She died, covered in blood, and died in her arms. Before she died, she said: Beauty is so weak, and flowers are easy to wither, but she is satisfied, because she really let him remember her forever!

From then on, the smile she left was in his heart for a lifetime.

"Am I really a disaster star? Whoever meets me is unlucky!"

Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask himself, in fact, this is not the first time. Since Chen Xi disappeared and Huang Li's death, he has been spending his time in regret and repentance.

There is no doubt that every word of Tang Feng touched the most fragile nerve deep in his heart. He was very strong in front of Tang Feng, but in fact, he was already on the verge of going wild.

Huang Li's death was a pain for his whole life, how could he let it go?

He went to Tang Feng for trouble, but he wanted to find out Tang Feng's identity and whether he was a god or a ghost. In the end, he got the answer, but left there like a deserter.

He was afraid of him and couldn't help but shoot Tang Feng!

Wu Zhiyuan walked in a hurry, and for a moment, he didn't know where he was going.

"Well, there is no way out!" Wu Zhiyuan laughed terrified, and he lit a cigarette.

Just then, a ray of sunlight shone on his face, and he suddenly felt very dazzling.

Then he extinguished the cigarette.

"I have really become a lonely ghost! The sun comes out, but I am not used to it!" Wu Zhiyuan laughed at himself and prepared to go north.

"Why are the little brother hesitating and sighing?" At this moment, a lazy voice came into Wu Zhiyuan's ears.

Wu Zhiyuan looked in the direction of the sound and realized that a few meters away from him was a middle-aged man looking at him with a smile on a bench.

In front of the middle-aged man, there was a red cloth and a Tai Chi Bagua diagram on it.

"Another one pretending to be a ghost!" Wu Zhiyuan glanced at him, ignored him and walked forward.

He still remembers that when he first arrived in Wucheng, he also met a fortune teller, who was named Chuxiong.

Wu Zhiyuan was very disgusted, or afraid of such people.

"The little brother was hesitating just now, why are you in a hurry now? Are you afraid that I will tell you what you are in your heart in one word?" As soon as he took a few steps, the voice of the middle-aged man once again reached Wu Zhiyuan's ears.

"Huh?" Wu Zhiyuan stopped, suddenly turned around, staring at the middle-aged man.

"Call it?" the middle-aged man chuckled.

After pondering for a moment, Wu Zhiyuan walked up to him and said indifferently: "What are you talking about?"

"Tell me about the ghost in your heart!" said the middle-aged man.

"Ghost? Fart!" Wu Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed, "I think you are pretending to be a ghost!"

"There is a broom in the darkness. The monk knew it, but the guest official didn't know it, so the guest official said there was no, but it exists! The world is so big, how dare you say you don't have a ghost in your heart?" the middle-aged man asked back.

"What does it mean!" Wu Zhiyuan's eyes flashed and he squatted down.

"Looking at your appearance, you are in a state of dismay!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "You must have lost your relatives, so you blame yourself, regret it, and can't do anything! All kinds of negative emotions are intertwined, and this is the ghost in your heart!"

"How to solve it?" Wu Zhiyuan asked.

"No solution!" the middle-aged man shook his head.

"No solution?" Wu Zhiyuan frowned, "Dare you dare to fool me?"

"I'm not a god, to put it bluntly, I'm just a person who makes a living by talking nonsense on the street!"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, "But, as a man, no matter what he does, as long as he feels it is right, he will continue unswervingly!"

"You are honest!" Wu Zhiyuan nodded, took out a piece of money and put it on the cloth.

"Speaking and relieving boredom is not charged!" said the middle-aged man, "If you feel sorry for it, I'll show you your palmistry?"

"Okay!" Wu Zhiyuan did not doubt that he had him, stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.

The middle-aged man smiled and grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's wrist, his eyes fell on Wu Zhiyuan's palm. The next moment, his body trembled and he hurriedly retracted his hand.

Wu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he saw that the middle-aged man's face turned pale.

"What did you see?" Wu Zhiyuan asked.

"Blood!" said the middle-aged man trembled, "In your palm lines, I saw rivers with blood flowing! I smelled the smell of death!"

"Tell me clearly!" Wu Zhiyuan said coldly.

"I won't say it anymore, you go!" The middle-aged man glanced at Wu Zhiyuan, saw the shocking scar on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"Say! Who sent you here?" A cold light flashed in Wu Zhiyuan's eyes.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been plotted against, just like he met Chu Xiong that day. He saw him thoroughly for the first time.

He said he was bleeding in his hands? Didn’t he say he had killed many people?

"Little brother, you're thinking too much!" The middle-aged man looked calm, "I don't know who you are, where you came from, where you went, and I don't know what happened to you. You're too alert!"

"Then why did you say that just now?" Wu Zhiyuan took a step forward and was aggressive, "Have you checked me?"

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with trying the taste of death!" The middle-aged man answered the question irrelevantly, "Only by experiencing death can we know what is most important in life!"

"Is that right?" Wu Zhiyuan stood up and didn't want to pay attention to this person anymore. Whether he was intentional or unintentional, it didn't matter. As the middle-aged man said, only by tasting the taste of death can we know what is most important.

What is most important to him?

There is no doubt that Chen Xi!

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan stopped stopping and took steps.

"Little brother, I'll give you a few words!" the middle-aged man shouted, "There is a road to the east. I ride a horse into Wucheng. I don't know that the people of Wu sing, and I have a soulmate! Remember, be optimistic, this world is not as bad as you imagined!"

"There is a road to the east?" Wu Zhiyuan shook his head and continued to go north.

After passing through a park, he came to the intersection of Baihua Street North Street, and the distance from the street here was his original place: Jixiang Community, Xishui Street.

He wanted to go back and have a look! Because, there was the home where he and Liu Mengran used to be.

More importantly, will there be some people waiting for him?

For example, Wu Yudie! For example, Huan'er!

After coming out from Tang Feng, he had already confirmed something. Tang Feng was either involved with Wu Yudie or involved with Huan'er!

He had to go back and see, maybe he could find some clues.

As for the middle-aged man's words, Wu Zhiyuan didn't care about it at all.

Going east? The east of the city is Wucheng Commercial and Financial Center, and Chen Xi cannot be hidden there. Besides, the Public Security Bureau is in the east of the city. Will he be looking for death?

After a while of silence, Wu Zhiyuan took steps...

"Bang!" At this moment, a loud bang made Wu Zhiyuan stop.

He looked up and saw a van across the street. At this moment, he paused slightly, then a roar rolled up a burst of dust and left.

When the dust slowly dissipated, a petite figure imprinted into his eyes. Wu Zhiyuan's eyes contracted and his face suddenly changed.

It was a little girl, lying on the side of the road without moving, not knowing life and death.

Someone walked past her in succession, but just glanced at her and ran away quickly.

No one came forward!

"Fuck!" Wu Zhiyuan's eyes turned red, turned into a gust of wind, and rushed across the street.

Just about twenty meters away, he suddenly felt that it was so far, so far, as if he had been running for a century.

The wind passed by, and Wu Zhiyuan seemed to hear the sarcastic sound of the wind.
To be continued...