An old horse that almost lost all its teeth, its skinny body struggled to pull the four people through the sheepskin street. Ye Yinfeng sat on the wooden edge of the cart behind the old horse, and
The dying Lai Gou'er was lying on the cart that was covered with a few withered grasses. Thirteen's face turned ugly, and he did not hide his anger at all. A pair of slender red phoenix eyes stared at the blue-shirted boy from time to time.
, and he mostly looked at the silly big guy sitting on the trolley, grinning and drooling.
"Gulu", a slight sound. I don't know whose belly made that sound. Strictly speaking, it is an old horse pulling a cart. Except for the two wheels, the cart can pass.
They were all in dilapidated condition, and the shafts of the carriages were cracked into countless seams. The carriages made a creaking sound and swayed. The driver of the carriage was an honest old man, with a yellow face full of wrinkles.
He didn't even need the reins, and he shouted to the old horse to move forward step by step. It really felt like the old horse knew the way.
At the end of Sheepskin Street, they passed the medium-sized pond, which was the Buyi Alley. Ye Yinfeng's eyes passed by the pond. At this moment, he could still feel the mist rising in the pond, bringing it with it.
There was a gloomy and strange aura. The corpse had long been taken away by the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen, leaving only the lingering ghost wandering wantonly in the pond.
For such a carriage, the pedestrians and residents of Sheepskin Street did not take it seriously. A dilapidated horse-drawn carriage did not attract their attention. Such scenes would appear all the time, and they were still busy with their business.
People are busy shouting, business people are busy promoting business, and chatters are busy chatting. Occasionally, only a few people just look at the young man in blue shirt sitting on the edge of the car calmly, and those few people are busy talking.
They are the residents in Buyi Lane.
There is a carriage parked at the entrance of Buyi Alley. It is a real carriage. It has a wide hood and is wrapped in plain cloth. Although it is not very gorgeous, it is also unique. Two tall horses stand side by side, shouting from time to time.
He hissed loudly, and the horse's hooves kept scratching the dusty road.
Because the Buyi Alley is really narrow, not to mention the two-horse carriage, even the old and skinny horse pulling the open-air cart cannot enter the Buyi Alley. So the carriage stopped at the entrance of the Buyi Alley.
, two people jumped out of the carriage.
The two of them were both fat and not very old. One of them was wearing a large Taoist robe, with a fat face that still looked childish. The other one was wearing a fur brocade robe, with an armband.
His hair was combed meticulously, and a jade-colored hairpin was inserted straight into his hairline. Both of them were young, fat Taoist priests about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the brocade robes
The fat young man who looks like a young man is sixteen or seventeen years old.
There was a touch of warmth in Ye Yinfeng's eyes. These two fat guys were his acquaintances. Who else could the fat Taoist priest be if he wasn't Li Xiaoyao? As for the fat young man, it was the long-lost Li Congjia.
Prince Anding. The two people did not notice him sitting on a dilapidated horse-drawn carriage behind them. After they got off the car, they went straight towards the commoner alley. As for the groom on the carriage, he also knew him.
, it is the old man named Dugu.
The old man Dugu turned the carriage and happened to see Ye Yinfeng and others. He was stunned at first, but then nodded to him. Ye Yinfeng didn't have much feeling about this old man with unique skills, but he politely
He smiled slightly at the other party. As soon as he entered the palace, which was as deep as the sea, Ye Yinfeng thought that he would never have anything to do with the people in the palace, but he did not expect that he would meet the two princes of the Southern Tang Kingdom, one of whom was the dragon chair.
The one above is the thirteenth brother, and the other one is the sixth son. Maybe it is fate, or maybe there is a kind of fate.
What surprised Ye Yinfeng was that when the tall and thin man saw the fat Taoist priest, his face changed obviously, but he concealed it well, and then returned to normal.
Carrying the dying Lai Gou'er, followed by the silly big guy who kept drooling, and a tall, thin, strange man, Ye Yinfeng threw a few coins to the cart driver and entered the cloth alley.
.The dust was billowing along the way. Perhaps the fat Taoist priest had eaten too much and was walking too hastily.
Walking at the entrance of Buyi Alley, Thirteen was obviously unwilling to go in. He hesitated slightly, but for some reason he still followed Ye Yinfeng in.
Walking to the end of the Buyi Lane, the scent of pig's trotters wafted up, and a warm current flowed out of Ye Yinfeng's heart. The Xiao family lady knew that she was out, so she specially sent braised pig's trotters to the man in the courtyard.
Four young people and one old man. He couldn't help but think of the old man with a coffin face all day long, the wretched old man who sold steamed buns for a living, and of course the Lin family lady with a waist as small as a water snake.
There is no doubt that the fat Taoist priest and the tall and thin weirdo who calls himself Thirteen are acquaintances. As soon as Ye Yinfeng and the four of them entered the courtyard, they were spotted by the sharp-eyed fat Taoist priest, and the fat Taoist priest's eyes were not
At first glance, he looked at Ye Yinfeng, but at the tall and thin Thirteen.
"Dead bamboo pole, why aren't you dead yet?" A strange words burst out from Li Xiaoyao's mouth. He did not look at the surprised Ye Yinfeng at all. There was a provocative look in his eyes, the fat Taoist priest
With a rogue style, his fat hands were on his waist like a bucket, but his eyes were not even an inch away from the tall and thin man.
"Fat Taoist priest, if you don't die, how could I, the prodigal son, die?" Thirteen showed no signs of weakness, and his tit-for-tat momentum was not inferior to that of the other party. His slender red phoenix eyes were as wide as those of a green bull. But his demeanor was slightly more elegant.
One thing, at least the hands were still hidden in the sleeves and never showed up.
In addition to being surprised, Ye Yinfeng suddenly felt a headache. He didn't expect to bring back a silly big guy who drooled a lot. The fat Taoist priest here didn't seem to be eye-catching with the tall and thin Thirteen.
.When the two met, it was tit-for-tat, and there seemed to be no possibility of reconciliation.
"Chicken Legs", he was followed by a tall man with a ferocious face. A piece of cloth was casually wrapped around his strong body, exposing his iron-like chest muscles. The stupid big man followed Ye Yin closely.
Behind Feng, he screamed once or twice from time to time, and thin lines of saliva flowed down his chest, and his collar was already wet.
Ye Yinfeng was very helpless and walked into the house with the unconscious Lai Gouer. Behind him came the weird yelling and cursing of the two people, just like women cursing in the street. He didn't know what they had in mind.
With great hatred, he kept yelling and cursing, but it seemed that there was still no sign of taking action. Because the tall and thin Thirteen still had his hands firmly hidden in his sleeves, while the fat Taoist priest was foaming at the mouth.
, dancing around, not moving forward to kill everyone.
He shook his head helplessly. As soon as Ye Yinfeng entered the house, he saw the four little ones swallowing a large pot of braised pig's trotters like the reincarnation of evil wolves. Their faces, noses, and corners of their mouths were full of those...
The greasy soup. And the old man who was once dying didn't look like an old man at all. He and the four little ones quickly grabbed a piece of oily pig's trotters. The old man made strange noises from time to time. But at this moment,
However, there was an inexplicable warmth in Ye Yinfeng's heart. At this moment, it was still the dilapidated earthen house and the small square wooden table that was dilapidated.
Li Congjia had a look of astonishment on his face. He stood at the only window in the earthen house. His nose twitched from time to time. Maybe it was the strange smell in the room that made him uncomfortable. But when he turned his eyes, he saw Ti
Ye Yinfeng came in with a tattered beggar full of scars. A trace of guilt flashed through his eyes, making him dare not look at the young man in blue shirt.
Ye Yinfeng's eyes were attracted by the four young men and the old man. He knew the little fat man standing in front of the window, but he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He thought of the old yellow dog, and he was not in the mood to care about it anymore.
This little fat guy Li Congjia is here.
Ignoring the wolfish looks of the four little ones and one old man, he
He threw Lai Gou'er on the bed and checked his injuries. They were all wounds on the flesh and bones, and no injuries to the muscles and bones. It's not very troublesome to treat him. The fat Taoist priest has death in his hands.
The elixir of rejuvenation may not be a big problem if the fat Taoist priest gets a few pills for Na Lai Gou to eat. At that time, Na Lai Gou takes the elixir of the fat Taoist priest, cuts off his hair and cleanses his marrow, and is reborn.
Not necessarily.
Without much worry in his heart, Ye Yinfeng saw that the four snacks were almost done, so he walked forward.
Si Xiaokou wolfed down the food for a while, unaware of Ye Yinfeng's return. After they finished eating, they discovered that there were two more people in the room, a fat young man who they didn't recognize, and another person who was Si Xiaokou.
"Brother Ye" in the movie. Wiping the grease stains on the corners of his mouth, Si Xiaopi smiled at him as a greeting. But when they looked again, they found that there was another person right behind Ye Yinfeng, who looked fierce.
The body as strong as an iron tower stood there and was almost touching the beams. The light at the door was blocked by the man. Looking from the shadow, the stupid man as strong as an iron tower looked like a glaring King Kong.
As ferocious as it is, it's as ferocious as it gets.
The four people's eyes suddenly showed fear. Their timid eyes did not dare to look directly at the angry-looking Vajra, and their whole bodies could not help but tremble.
Ye Yinfeng frowned and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Don't be afraid, he is fine and won't hurt you."
At that time, the old man's eyes shot out a ray of light, which stayed on the silly big man's face and body for a long time. Then he let out a long sigh, lowered his head and started to gnaw the pig's trotters in his hand. A strange squeaking sound came from his mouth.
, perhaps after the strange squeaking noise and Ye Yinfeng's words eased, the four children returned to normal, but they still did not dare to look at this big man like an iron tower, especially the blood mark on his face.
It looked particularly scary in the shadows.
The noise outside stopped, and the stupid guy stayed alone in the earthen house. Maybe the chicken legs were delicious in his eyes, but he still couldn't withstand the torture of hunger. The remaining pig's trotters in the big basin were tightly held by him.
I caught it in my hand and was chewing it with relish. I temporarily forgot about the deliciousness of the chicken legs.
The tall and thin Mr. Thirteen and the fat Taoist priest were like a pair of life-and-death rivals. They started arguing as soon as they met. Perhaps they were tired of arguing and scolding. One of them was sitting on the stone mill, breathing heavily, and the other was standing on the ground.
He looked like a tall man on the wall that was as tall as one person, but his hands were tightly hidden in his sleeves, looking nondescript. The only old man in the courtyard moved out a wooden chair at some point.
, was sitting on the collapsing wooden chair, picking the meat scraps from his mouth with one hand, and picking his own toes from his cloth shoes with a hole in them with the other hand.
The fourth child did not behave strangely. Xiaodong was still looking at the collapsed earthen house next to the earthen house. An old scratch extended to the corner of the unbroken earthen house. He was very happy. Xiaoxi and Xiaonan were still observing.
He was moving with the ants, but at this time the ants were not moving, but struggling to carry small pieces of minced meat that they didn't know where they came from. Xiaobei held his cheeks and was looking at the lead-colored gray sky, and he couldn't help but move.
Know what's going on in your heart.
Ye Yinfeng looked at these and felt that his head was very big. This was really a room full of weirdos, including himself of course. At this moment, he felt that this was the Jianghu. The old man had the Jianghu in his heart, and his Jianghu was the same as the Jianghu in the old man's heart.
The competition of meat scraps stuffed between the teeth reaches the final result, and the big silly guy with a ferocious face, his world was just the chicken legs full of hope at the beginning, and now his world is the remaining pig's trotters in the pot.
The rivers and lakes in Xiaodong's heart are like the new earth walls that have been built up. Every time they are pierced, his rivers and lakes become more prosperous. The rivers and lakes in Xiaoxi and Xiaonan's hearts are like watching groups of ants, whether they are fighting or moving.
Carrying food will always allow them to find their own world. But I don’t know what the world is in the heart of that exquisite little girl Xiaobei, the dark clouds filling the sky, or the butterflies that once danced gracefully.
Where is his own world, and where is the world of the two people who are facing each other? Ye Yinfeng felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and his clear eyes began to become confused like everyone else.