Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3904 Extra: End and Begin

one year later,

  The sun is shining and the breeze is not dry.

   "Old man, I'm back!"

  The Mingyan girl opened the wooden door, still carrying a jug of wine in her hand, her voice was waxy.

"It's no big or small, call father." Orion was wiping the shotgun, with one leg bent and stepped on the stool, uncanny, tough, and ill-tempered reprimanding, but with a soft smile in his eyes, putting down the shotgun, keenly smelling something, I moved my nose, leaned forward, and suddenly smiled: "It smells like alcohol, hey, my little padded jacket understands me."

  "Am I still young?" Li Weijiu raised the wine without giving Likuo, raised her white chin, and asked triumphantly.

   "My baby girl is the most caring!" Li Kuo laughed heartily.

"Huh." Li Weijiu bulged his cheeks and muttered: "You drink less, drink so much every day." He said, holding his face and sighed: "Then Chu Zhou just guarded me like a thief, and Jiujiu was abducted, leaving me alone and furious."

  Li Kuo hugged the wine jar, sitting in a rough posture. When it comes to this, I worry: "You said, you kid, you have time to grab someone from the palace lord of the Blood Palace, you might as well think about your own lifelong events!"

   "I don't, I want to live with Jiujiu." The little girl smiled.

  The wooden table lacked a leg until now, a few meat dishes, a plate of peanuts, and a jar of wine, the sun spilled in from the window, jumping across the mottled ground.

  Li smiled broadly, drinking and eating meat, her eyes deep and peaceful.

  That girl did a great job, unlike her last life...He was relieved, Li Kuo looked down at the purple-gold cigarette stick in her hand.

  The sun outside the wooden house is just right.

  It has been a year since the last martial arts conference. Did Lu Wei become the leader of the martial arts? He gave up this position with his own hands. He feels that he is not worthy of this position, and he does not want to care about whether the situation is wrong. For this reason, he argued with the Lu Family Patriarch for a long time, but the Lu Family was angry, but in the end they had to give up because of Lu Wei's stubbornness.

  I dreamed of a childhood thing again. The little girl chased his sweetly named Big Brother Lu in her dream, with tender and beautiful eyebrows and light in her eyes.

Suddenly,

  The light in the girl's eyes was gone, and she was deserted.

  She asked: "Brother Lu, why are you giving up on me?"

  Lu Wei woke up from his dream, sweating profusely, his face was already wet and cold.

  Wake up from the dream, everything is empty.

Lu Wei opened his eyes and froze for a long time before feeling slowly. After closing his eyes, tears dripped silently. Regret and guilt surrounded him all the time, airtight, unable to breathe, and lived all the time. In pain, he was wrapped in a cocoon in this big net woven with regret, unable to break free.

  Never go back to the beginning.

  Later,

Lu Wei traveled around the rivers and lakes, wandering around, met many people and many things. His eyes were still gentle, but his heart was empty. There were also many girls showing love to him. The family reminded him many times. Lu Wei refused one by one. There is a person in my heart, deep in my bones in the long years, and I can't pretend to be anything else.

A place where beggars gather, the sun can’t even shine, the tall figure curled up in a dark corner, his legs twisted at an abnormal angle, his muscles and bones were broken by life, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t speak, he could only Relying on fighting for food, he barely survived, eyes full of tears, even crying is silent, he slowly closed his eyes.

  I lost my breath.

  That day the bride's red wedding dress, Feng Guanxia.

   has become an unattainable dream in Liang Junshang's life.

  In a small town, the early morning light is bright and gentle, covering the world with fireworks.

Outside the clean and plain bun shop, the passing boy was seven or eight years old, his clothes were shabby, he had a lot of patches stitched, he had just been driven away by others, and his face was bruised and bruised. He looked embarrassed and pitiful. The pace stopped, his eyes staring straight at the hot steamed buns, his eyes were filled with eagerness, and he couldn't help swallowing.

  Suddenly, two big buns were packed in greased paper bags, and they were handed to him. The fingers were long and pale, and there was a red string tied between the wrists, which looked a bit old.

  The aroma of buns rushed over his face, and the little boy was stunned for a moment, and stupidly followed the buns to see the person in front of him, his appearance was cold, his eyebrows were delicate, he was timidly afraid to answer: "Give it to me?"

   "Here you are." The owner of the bun shop tried his best to soften his tone.

  "But I have no money..." The little boy lowered his head, afraid to look at people, his voice became lower and lower, his face flushed.

   "It's okay." The man said, "You don't need money, let's eat."

  The little boy swallowed again desperately, his stomach grumbled, and he was extremely hungry. He picked up the buns and ate them, devouring them, with clear eyes: "Thank you brother!"

"I’ll come here when I’m hungry in the future, and I won’t take your money." The boss said, trying to raise his hand to rub the boy’s head, his fingertips moved, he hesitated for a while and then he put it on him, rubbed it stiffly, and then withdrew his hand. He has not yet withdrawn being held by the little boy, his body temperature is warm, the boy has immature eyebrows, and the appearance of biting on the buns looks a bit funny and sad. He can't shed tears and choked up and said to him, "Brother, you are so nice. I've been hungry for a long time, I, I..."

  The little boy is not good at speech and incoherent.

   Fifteen's eyes were slightly trance, as if he had seen the young self, but he seemed to be sharper.

  He wiped away the boy’s tears, and filled the boy with some buns for him to take away.

  After the little boy left, the doctor at the pharmacy next to him couldn't stand it anymore. He sighed and said earnestly to the boy: "You will lose money like this. You will lose money if you don't make much money."

The owner of this bun shop is also weird. He came to settle down in the small town three years ago and opened a shop. There are not many customers. He is not for the sake of fame or money. Wearing a black suit, taciturn, and solitary, he never sees anyone in contact with him. Only when he is facing a child will he be a little softer, blinding that good-looking face.

  Many girls are buying buns here to see him, but this person is too confused, and finally ran away with anger.

  Like Kuaimutou, selling steamed buns in a small town, always making a loss.

  No one knows where he comes from, who he is, what he likes, only his name is fifteen.

  Someone also advised him that this is no future, it is better to go to the imperial examination, even if it is to go around the world, take advantage of the young, walk more, there is no need to waste time in a small town.

  At that time, the teenager was quiet for a while, and calmly said: "I have passed through the rivers and lakes, and I owe a lot of it to someone, and I want to redeem it."

The person who proposed    was stunned. Monk Zhang Er couldn't touch his head, and he didn't understand what the boy said, so he felt more and more weird.

  Recalling these, the doctor hates iron and steel: "Sooner or later, you will close the shop."

  Fifteen shook his head. He is still not good at communicating with people, but he will no longer keep people away from thousands of miles away. His voice bluntly and slowly said: "I'm not afraid of compensation."

  "……"

  What a weird person.

The young man pursed his lips and stopped talking. He lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the old red rope on his wrist. His eyes were slightly soft, and his eyebrows were a little fuzzy in the halo of the morning. They were a little less cold and hard, but they were a little bit younger. Qingjun.

  The sun is just right today, a bit bright, a bit gentle, adding a three-part spring color to the teenager’s smile, soft and quiet.

  (End of this chapter)