After entering March, the weather has become warmer day by day, and the wind passing through the streets has become much gentler.
As a gust of wind blew by, red and white petals fell down on the street. The children couldn't help but open their hands and cheered, while the neighbors were no longer surprised.
Others impatiently waved away scattered petals.
"Is this the end?" he complained, "the beautiful street has turned into a brothel."
The clerk at the store next to him leaned against the door and chuckled: "It depends on when Mr. Liu's legs heal up."
"It's going to be a long time," another person said. "It's going to take a hundred days to break the muscles and bones."
"The same goes for rich man Gao, why should he teach his son when he has nothing to do?" The person from before shouted angrily, "It would be great to let Gao Xiaoliu live peacefully in the casino and lose his family."
There were people laughing and cursing on the street, but Gao Xiaoliu, who was leaning against the window in a high-rise building, seemed not to hear them, and ignored them if he heard them.
"Master Liu," the shop assistant next to him whispered, "we have run out of flowers."
Gao Xiaoliu didn't turn his head and said lazily: "Just pick it if it's gone."
The shop assistant said helplessly: "Master Liu, all the flowers on the street have been bought. Why don't we wait until tomorrow?"
Gao Xiaoliu looked into the distance and sighed: "Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows."
Has the young master been imprisoned in the building? The store clerk's eyes are worried. Why is he leaning against the window and looking into the distance every day? He is not like Gao Xiaoliu who once dominated the casino, but more like Gao Xiaoliu who relies on the door to look after his husband.
Little girl.
"There are no flowers." Gao Xiaoniang turned her head and said, "Go pick some leaves."
Come on, the scolding on the street became even fiercer now. The shopkeeper nodded his head, responded, picked up the dustpan and left.
Leaves, large and small, long and short were thrown down, and as expected, there were a lot of curses on the street.
Gao Xiaoliu turned a deaf ear and just looked into the distance, holding the leaves in his hands: "Come today, not come today, come today, not come today -"
In the middle of the commotion, there was a sudden silence on the street. It was not quiet at all. There were horse hooves trampling and footsteps running around, but the shouts were muffled. "Come on, hurry up, Du Cha Si is here -"
Du Cha Si?
A dark group of military guards came rushing towards them. When leaves fell from the sky on their heads and bodies, they raised their heads.
I heard the door and window slam shut, and then someone screamed.
"Father - you can't abandon your son - if you go - what will I do - I won't live either -"
Did someone lose his father and have an emotional breakdown? So it’s not surprising that he would throw leaves and make a fuss.
Zhu Chuan raised his hand and knocked off the leaves on his shoulder.
"Don't want to live anymore?" he said, looking up, "Then I'll give him a ride if I want to help others?"
"Okay, take care of yourself." Huo Lian said, brushing away the flowers and leaves that fell on her wrist.
Zhu Chuan hurriedly hugged the six-foot sword tightly in his arms and looked around with sharp eyes. The people hiding in the room quickly moved inward. Those who had nowhere to hide and were leaning against the wall wanted to get into the wall.
Huo Lian urged the horse, and the darkness moved forward like a dark cloud. The people who ran indoors and crowded against the wall returned to the street, watching the people and horses retreating.
Although as a Beijing resident, I should have been used to Ducha Si for a long time, but I still get heart palpitations every time I see him.
"Why does Governor Huo go out so often these days?" someone whispered.
People in the capital are used to seeing Du Cha Si in the capital, and he may appear somewhere. But Huo Lian rarely sees him. At the beginning, he personally beat officials, ransacked their homes and killed people. Later, there were only a few times where he was needed to appear in person.
, either in the palace or sitting in Duchasi.
In this spring season, why do we see Huo Lian walking on the street for two or three days in a row?
Someone must be in trouble again!
He walked leisurely through half of the city and arrived at the street where Duchasi was. Zhu Chuan lowered his tense shoulders and did not look left or right. There were people from Duchasi on both sides, covertly and covertly. If there was anyone else in this situation,
If you dare to come and grab the sword, you are really crazy.
"Captain." He waved the six-foot sword in front of him, "How could that person blatantly snatch the sword from our hands? Are you crazy?"
Are you crazy? Huo Lian looked ahead, and a person seemed to be laughing in the void ahead.
"Come on, little brother," the man shouted, "give me a kick."
Huo Lian lowered her eyes, then raised her gaze to Qingming, and said, "Those people are crazy."
Although the town is a bit small, everything revives in spring, the flowers are red and the willows are green, and the town becomes noisy.
There are more people carrying baskets hawking on the streets, paying for food and drink.
"Selling soles——"
"Selling straw——"
"Fresh eggs—"
Chuntao walked through the streets. Not only was she no longer shy, her basket was replaced by a basket. In addition to shoe soles, she also had several more things to sell.
Not long after I left, I was stopped by someone asking, "Are the eggs fresh?" "Has this grass been steamed?"
Chuntao answered one by one and even bargained. "Auntie, it's fresh. It's still warm when you touch it." "It can't be cheaper. I originally kept it for myself because there are patients at home." "There is no way I need to buy medicine."
Hearing what she said, the women were too embarrassed to bargain any more and just bought it.
After walking two streets and being called to a stop by a woman picking vegetables outside, the basket was already half empty.
"Chuntao, you are getting better and better at doing business now," the woman said with a smile.
Chuntao smiled shyly and took out a small bag of pickles from the basket: "Auntie, I'll give this to you to try."
The woman hurriedly raised her hand to refuse: "How can I ask you for nothing? It's not easy to make a few dollars."
Chuntao said: "I just want to thank aunt——"
At this point, the woman interrupted with an ouch: "I have nothing to thank you for." At this point, her eyes showed a warning.
Chuntao froze slightly and her voice became softer: "——Auntie has taken care of my business from the beginning. If it weren't for Auntie, I wouldn't have persisted. Our family might not survive this winter."
The neighbor happened to come out and heard it, so he smiled and said, "Aunt Zhou is the most kind-hearted person."
Aunt Zhou smiled: "I spent cheap money to buy things, and I can actually become a good person."
After saying this, he looked at Chuntao again, his eyes filled with meaning.
Chuntao understood and did not say such words again, but her mind did not change. At that time, she just handed over a letter, and the evil bandits were really wiped out.
Although the people who appeared at that time were all officers and soldiers, Chuntao felt that all this was related to the letter she handed over, the aunt of the Zhou family.
What she said was not a lie. If those bandits were not wiped out in time, her home and her village would never survive this winter.
Although Brother Asui never mentioned this matter after that day, and she didn't ask again, he began to come to the city regularly to hawk.
Actually, I don’t know why I did this. I probably wanted to have something to rely on and hope in my heart if I ever encounter a situation where things don’t work every day and the earth doesn’t respond.
Chuntao also knew how to avoid suspicion. She rarely came to Aunt Zhou in the past. This was only the third time.
She stood up to say goodbye, and when she was about to put the basket on her back, someone else came over.
"Are these shoe soles for sale?" the female voice asked, reaching out and touching the straw sandals hanging outside the basket.
Chuntao hurriedly responded, raised her head and saw two young girls.
The leading girl leaned over slightly and raised her feet, took off the straw sandals on her feet, held them in her hand and said, "Look, are there any that fit the size of my feet?"
Chuntao looked at the straw sandals handed to her and was startled. The knots tied on the sides of the straw sandals were very familiar.
Aunt Zhou, who seemed to be picking vegetables next to her, looked slightly startled, and then coughed lightly.
"Chuntao, we have another business." Aunt Zhou said, passing the bench she was sitting on and looking at the girl, "Miss, sit down and try slowly."
Meng Xichang was already able to get out of bed and walk around. He walked to the entrance of the village with a wooden stick and looked ahead. The dusk had fallen, and the world was dark.
"Ah Shui, Ah Shui?"
There was a shout from behind, the old woman's voice was trembling, and her breath was unstable.
Meng Xichang hurriedly turned his head and said, "Madam, I'm here."
The old woman came over tremblingly: "Why are you out?"
Meng Xichang said: "I'm going out for a walk."
The old woman sighed: "Don't lie to me. Do you want to leave?"
Meng Xi was silent for a long moment.
"I know that you are a capable person and cannot stay in our mountain village." The old woman continued, "I am not pestering you to prevent you from leaving. Even if you leave, you have to recover from your injuries before leaving. You now
Come on, if there is another accident, we will save your life in vain."
Meng Xichang said: "Auntie, I am not ungrateful and left without saying goodbye. I am a useless person and I can no longer let you support me."
"What are you talking about? If you are still alive, you are not a useless person." The old woman said angrily, "You are just injured and haven't recovered yet. Take good care of yourself——"
Meng Xi was silent, but when he wanted to say something, he heard shouts from afar.
"Mother——Brother Ah Shui——"
Both Meng Xichang and the woman looked over and saw two horses approaching slowly outside the village. A girl was riding alone, while Chuntao was riding with another person and was waving happily.
It was dim at dusk, and I couldn't see the person coming for a while, only Chuntao's voice echoed.
"Brother Ah Shui, your family is here."
family?
Chief Meng Xi knew that there were people from the Mo sect here. The news he delivered last time went out smoothly, but there was no communication between the Mo sect without complaints or demands.
Is Momen here looking for something to do with him?
But now apart from his life, nothing else can help.
Just as Meng Xi was thinking about it, the visitor had already approached, and the girl riding alone dismounted.
"Meng Xia," she said, bowing her hands, "Long time no see."
Meng Xichang saw the girl's appearance clearly and was a little surprised: "She belongs to the seventh master."
It turned out to be her.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
Qixing said: "Let me see if you need help."
Her eyes fell on his right hand, which was empty under the sleeve.