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The weather was suddenly cold, and the fine snow floated in the sky.

The snow comes from the sky and is melted by the popularity of the land before it hits the ground.

This is a place where the wine is warmed and the sword is washed, and it will never be cold.

With the laziness of the wheels, a magnificent carriage slowly drove into the purple field.

Ziyu has everything, down-and-out beggars and wealthy sons go hand in hand, and charming beauties can walk the streets with a rough axe.There is nothing strange here, and his strangeness has always been tolerated by the strange people here.

This large and spacious carriage is not surprising—even though there is no driver in the carriage, it seems that the horse is spiritual and drives by itself.

When people looked closely, they found that a thick hemp rope was attached to the rein, extending into the light gauze curtain.There was a long bamboo pole beside it, and when the horse was idle, the people in the cart lifted the bamboo pole and tapped the horse lightly, at this moment the horse raised its hoof lazily. , dragging the carriage and swinging forward slowly.

Strange is that no one is surprised, but making people get used to it is another matter.

The carriage almost blocked halfway, shaking unhurriedly, and the horse behind the carriage sniffed its nose and let out an impatient grunt.

The coachman in the car followed for a long way, Ben still endured it, only neighing the horse a few times, trying to make the people in front feel more conscious, but there was no movement in the car in front.

Once a person bears it, the anger when he wants to get angry is not a small anger: "Hey! Can the one in front hurry up!"

After a while, a head poked out from the front window. The man had long hair and high bundles, and his brows and eyes were stretched out. He was a young man with a heroic appearance.With regret in his eyes, the man stretched out his hand, pressed his index finger to his lips, and made a "shh" motion.

Then the boy got back into the car, and the car shook a few times, as if he was about to get out of the car, ready to have a conversation.

Seeing that the man seemed to be talkative, the coachman suddenly became more courageous, and shouted: "I still have to get out of the car, hurry up!"

As soon as the words came out, another person in the carriage said violently: "Kill him... kill him quickly!"

The man had his mouth covered by something, and the car shook violently a few times before stopping quickly.

The veil on the window was raised again, and the young man who poked his head out said helplessly: "My young master won't let me get out of the car. He has injuries and has a bad temper, so he has to walk slowly. Can you help me?" ?”

The coachman was taken aback by the stern shouts in the car, and now he spoke softly: "But we just need to make it easier, our car is going slowly, and there are people in the car who are also rushing to seek medical treatment. , the same cannot be slow!"

The boy thought about it for a while, and said: "The young master's condition is not good. Recently, if he is dissatisfied, he will be beaten and killed. If you are really slow, then I will talk to the young master."

He saw the young man get back into the car as soon as he heard it, and he got out of the car in a short while, and he also carried out a person whose head and feet were wrapped in a quilt.

"The young master said, this car is for you!"

The young man said generously, and quickly jumped onto the roof beside him, so that the people around couldn't see his appearance clearly, nor the appearance of the person in his arms.It's just that the coachman looked up and saw a pair of sickly eyes under the quilt staring at him viciously.

What a sharp man!The coachman couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

"Uncle Zhang." The driver's childish voice came from inside the car, and then someone covered his mouth again.

A woman said in fear, "Keep your voice down."

The driver said to the inside of the car: "It's all right, don't get down first."

The coachman saw that the carriage in front was strong and the horses were healthy and fat. He remembered what the man had left behind, and thought that there were still four people crowded behind the carriage he was driving, and his heart was a little moved.

Is this car really a gift?

Ah Po hugged Qiu Lingfu in his arms and ran all the way to the back alley.He looked down at Qiu Lingfu with his eyes tightly closed, only the wind blowing his hair, and he felt a little panic in his heart for a moment.

Ah Po felt a throbbing pain in his heart, thinking that he must break this person's rare peace.Then he suddenly said: "It happens that there are several family members sitting in the small car behind, and I will give the car to them, don't you tell me, okay?"

Qiu Lingfu only frowned, it seemed that it was difficult for him to open his eyes.

"Not good, not good!"

Of course not, if Qiu Lingfu had the strength, he would beat someone, so how could he deliver the carriage.

Ah Po smiled and said: "What's wrong? Isn't it comfortable to lie in my arms?"

"Uncomfortable." Qiu Lingfu said after a long time.

He was really uncomfortable. Qiu Lingfu was covered in sweat and his lips were pale.Not to mention killing people, he couldn't even stand up.

In a trance, he even felt that Ah Po's embrace was not as firm as before, otherwise why was it so bumpy, why did his blood keep churning?

After escaping from Duan Jingzhe's grasp last time, Qiu Lingfu quickly regained his lively appearance, but this time he could only lie in Ah Po's arms, uttering a few words with difficulty.

Ah Po's heart seemed to be smashed by the point of a knife.

But he still smiled and said: "Every time you get the slightest injury, you will grin your teeth in pain. Sometimes when you are mischievous and cause trouble, I will press acupuncture points. How many times have I hugged you like a child, do you remember?"

Qiu Lingfu opened his eyes to observe Ah Po's smile, and said wearily, "I don't remember."

Ah Po looked at him and smiled: "It's fine if you don't remember."

The two passed by a roof, and the smell of food wafted from downstairs.

Ah Po paused, leaned over and got out of the inn.

Qiu Lingfu looked at him quietly with a pale face: "Where are you going?"

Ah Po smiled and said: "I won't go to that shabby house anymore, I'll live here. If I want to live, I'll live in a good place, if I want to eat, I'll eat delicious food."

The cold air penetrates into the heart and spleen, the mirror lake reflects the sky, and the sky and the earth are connected.

In this weather, Ye Huihe had already wrapped himself in a thick fur robe.His pale women's hands fiddled with the steaming soup, and a pair of black eyes watched back and forth in the flames and boiling soup.

After a long time, he gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his face and looked out.A woman stood alone outside the door, with her back to herself.

He opened the door and went out, smelling the medicine fragrance all over his body.

The woman turned her head sideways, as if a layer of frost had formed on her brows and eyes.

Ye Huihe walked to her side: "Have you decided?"

Qiu Xinsu nodded.

Ye Huihe said: "You are dead, it means that there is no news about you in the world, and no matter what happens, you can't make any changes. It also means that if I reveal this secret, you can't kill me."

Qiu Xinsu said: "If you reveal this secret, the person who killed you may be someone else."

Both of them are ruthless people, and ruthless people don't care about each other's feelings. When they talk, it's like a knife going straight.

Both of them are people who have isolated themselves from the outside world with a high wall, so there is no need for a deep friendship.

But Ye Huihe frowned slightly: "Choosing to die for a little affection is simply ridiculous."

Ye Huihe finished speaking, but didn't leave.The ice-cold lake reflected the sky, and the two stood in the cold wind, silently, watching Xiaoxue together for a while.

The two of them were motionless, like two dead trees between the sky and the earth who didn't know the severe cold.

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Ah Po did not enter through the main entrance of the inn, but secretly searched for an empty guest room and sneaked in like a thief.

In the dark, he went to buy Qiu Lingfu the roast chicken he never forgot, but Qiu Lingfu was sweating profusely after eating a few mouthfuls.

Seeing that he was trembling and opening his mouth, Ah Po also wrapped the chicken leg in a handkerchief, but Qiu Lingfu's sweat fell from his chin onto his hands.

Apo's hands were uncomfortably cold.

He lowered his eyes: "It seems that I have to give you something you hate to eat, at least you can eat more."

Qiu Lingfu forcibly tore a piece of fresh and tender meat with his teeth, chewed it hard a few times, and swallowed it.

He raised his sweaty face: "I don't eat those disgusting things."

Ah Po asked him softly: "Does it not hurt?"

Of course it hurts, it hurts to eat sweet, and it hurts to sleep softly, it hurts even more when Ah Po looks at himself with such a worried look.

Ah Po stared into his eyes, and suddenly stood up.

He put the chicken leg wrapped in the veil into Qiu Lingfu's hand, and smiled at him, "Eat it yourself, I'll go for a ride."

"A Po..." Qiu Lingfu pleaded and called out to him, but A Po had already climbed out the window.

He walked very fast, like the wind coming and going, Qiu Lingfu couldn't catch up with him.

There is only boundless night outside the window.

Ah Po didn't dare to go far, only dared to wander around the inn.No matter how I walked, I couldn't leave this inn, but no matter how I walked, I didn't dare to get close to that room.

Not far away was a tavern selling wine, Ah Po knew that he couldn't buy good wine here, but he still went over to buy two jugs.

When he came out with the wine, his body was covered with the moisture of night and snow.

Tonight, the streets of Ziyu are like the dark river of Wangchuan, which is bitingly cold and oppressive.Ah Po was even surprised that he was still breathing, maybe it was because he was carrying two jugs of wine.

After drinking two jugs of wine, he didn't feel too stuffy, and he saw a disheveled man curled up across the street.

Misfits always attract attention, such as a decadent beggar in a noisy street, or a selfish and unreasonable teenager in a peaceful neighborhood.

He walked over without authorization, sat beside the beggar, put a jug of wine beside him, smiled at him, and drank it by himself.

There was an unshaven face protruding from the dirty jacket, that person was not shy, he didn't even look at Ah Po, his eyes were only on the wine.He opened the seal loudly, raised his head and drank it to enjoy.

Half of the wine was drunk, and the two did not exchange a word.Ah Po just drank for the sake of drinking, but that man was greedy and smacked his lips from time to time, which was so vulgar that people looked sideways.But Ah Po has gotten used to it, he also grew up among beggars, but he feels kindly fond of beggars who have nothing.

It is raining and snowing, which is a good time for drinking.The man drank the wine and began to hiccup comfortably.

After sitting lazily for a while, he watched Ah Po and said, "The last time I drank so heartily was 17 years ago."

The corner of Ah Po's mouth twitched calmly: "17 years? But this is Ziyu, there should be many opportunities to get cheap and good wine."

The man said: "But I drink only when I drink, I don't like to drink with others. You are quiet enough."

Ah Po took a sip, just shook his head and smiled wryly.

The homeless man looked at him: "But I prefer to drink with that man last time."

"Oh?"

Ah Po is not interested in other people's affairs at this time, but the tramp said: "That man is a scholar, he can't hold alcohol well, but he drank to his heart's content and enjoyed it. You are a Jianghu person after all, drinking so boringly, pure It's a waste of wine."

Ah Po looked at the snow drifting into the wine jar, and smiled slightly: "Occasionally, one has to waste once in a lifetime."

The homeless man said angrily: "How can wine be wasted? It is not easy for me to ask for money every day, and I dare not waste a drop. That scholar dare not be sorry for the wine in his glass before he dies!"

Ah Po's eyes were startled, and he murmured: "Before death?"

The tramp said: "We drank wine in prison, and he was executed within a few days."

Ah Po sounds a little pity, a person who can treat wine well must have a bravery, what a pity that such a person died.

Ah Po thought about it, and suddenly laughed again: "The reason why you said this to me, a person you met by chance, is because you can see that I am also a half-dead person?"

He looked at the man, homeless people have a pair of well-informed eyes, every time he drinks, give these people a few sips, Ah Po can always feel better.

"Yeah?" The man suddenly looked at him and laughed, "Although I went to his hometown Taiping Town to inquire about the man later, no one remembered him, but at least I still remember drinking with him. Not like a dying man."

"Taiping Town?" Ah Po was a little stunned, and there seemed to be a little anticipation in his heart, so he blurted out, "What's that man's name?"

But the homeless man said, "I don't know."

Ah Po asked again: "What did he say?"

The homeless man suddenly patted his head and said excitedly: "Look! I still thought I was such a fool, and I was talking to you, so it was because of this!"

Apo is inexplicable.

The vagabond said: "He said that most people in the world are hard-pressed to be sympathetic, but I was able to exchange my cheap life for both. What a blessing. Can you listen to this? I have been thinking about how fragrant the wine was that day, but What he drank afterwards was bad wine! Bad wine! I really can’t remember what he said. Today I remembered!”

The bum was happy, clapping his hands and laughing.

Ah Po's eyes fell on the wine jar, the snow melted into the wine one after another, diluting the smell of the wine.

"Fortunately?" He smiled suddenly, as bright as the sun, "I am so lucky in this life, I am lucky in life, and I am lucky in death."

Ah Po went back to the room and saw that Qiu Lingfu was already lying on the bed with his back facing him.

Ah Po thought he had fallen asleep, but when he got closer, he heard Qiu Lingfu hoarse: "You go, once you left just now, I won't be in pain."

Ah Po stared at the back of his neck: "You don't want me to come back?"

Qiu Lingfu repeated: "I don't want you to come back."

"I'm leaving?"

Ah Po said but didn't turn around, he looked at Qiu Lingfu, just took a small step back, and there was a small scratch on the ground.

After hearing this rubbing sound, Qiu Lingfu really immediately shouted in a trembling voice: "Ah Po, how many days have you not kissed me?"

As soon as the words fell, Ah Po couldn't hold back any longer, leaned over to him, turned him over, leaned forward and sucked the mouth that insisted on torturing him.

Qiu Lingfu reached out to hug him, with pain and joy intertwined on his face.Then his brows gradually furrowed, he clutched his chest, his whole body curled up into a dying worm, it took a long time to catch his breath, moaning continuously in his throat.

"Qiu Lingfu?" Ah Po panicked for a moment, "Qiu Lingfu!"

Without even thinking about it, he took out the vial that Ye Huihe left behind from his arms, and poured out a pill.

When Qiu Lingfu saw the pill, he seemed to have gone crazy, bit A'Po's finger, swallowed the pill with A'Po's blood, and his complexion gradually became better.

But after swallowing the pill, he immediately grabbed Ah Po's hand, as if he was afraid that his actions would make him escape.

Ah Po didn't leave, but just looked down at his face: "Does it still hurt?"

In the darkness, Qiu Lingfu stared at Ah Po with a pair of eyes: "Did you also suffer from such pain at that time?"

What he was talking about was that at Hua Yuye, Qiu Lingfu poisoned Ah Po himself.

Ah Po grinned and said ambiguously, "Where does it hurt? It's very sweet."

Qiu Lingfu also grinned and said, "I'm very sweet too, don't go, I thought you would never come back just now."

When he smiled, his eyes were weak and sly, as if there was a light, pure but dim, seductive.

Ah Po sighed: "You are not honest when you should be honest, and you are honest when you should not be honest."

Qiu Lingfu regained his energy and said willfully: "Whether I'm being honest or not, you have to guess what I'm thinking! Not only do you guess, you also have to do it right!"

Ah Po helplessly comforted: "Okay, I was wrong. Before you recover from illness, I will not leave you even half a step."

Qiu Lingfu made an inch of progress: "It's the same after recovering from illness!"

Qiu Lingfu usually ordered people around like this when he was ill, but he acted coquettishly to Qiu Xiaoshi and Xu Bichuan, and when he came to Ah Po, he demanded orders.Seeing that Ah Po would nod under such obscenity, he felt relieved.

But Ah Po listened, paused for a long time before laughing again: "After recovering from illness, even if I run away, you can continue to chase me if you have the ability, whether you use your old man's method or Qiu Lingfu's method Good. As long as you survive, you can be as happy as you want."

Qiu Lingfu felt a little strange, and he didn't know if he was thinking too much, so he hurriedly asked, "Why did you run?"

Ah Po smiled and said, "I can run as much as I want. Just like you feel pain when you want it now, that's your feeling, I let you feel it."

Qiu Lingfu couldn't understand the truth, he just felt panicked, not only thinking of what Ah Po said now, even his recent behavior was a little strange.

But how could he order him so fiercely at this time, he begged in a pitiful tone: "Don't run."

But Ah Po continued: "Listen to me carefully. I should have died for the disaster of the Bai family. Since I have been lucky enough to live for so many years, if I think about how to solve my revenge problem every day, how can I be with you?" This bastard has been involved in such a long relationship?"

He held Qiu Lingfu's hand: "No one knows how long they can live. From now on, we will put the most important things on today, at least we can do what we need to do before we die. If I want to run, I will run later. You can think about it later."

Qiu Lingfu couldn't listen to a word: "I'm sick, why don't you say a good word! You still want to scare me with such words!"

These words are not what Ah Po wanted to say, but he knew that he had to say them.

He hurriedly comforted, "I scared you."

"But I still feel uncomfortable." Qiu Lingfu's eyes were red, and he held back his tears.

Ah Po lightly rubbed his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's normal to cry when sad and laugh when happy, because I feel ashamed to cry, and because laughing looks easy to bully, it's not normal."

Seeing Ah Po's smile, Qiu Lingfu burst into tears for some reason.

He was seventeen and Ah Po was nineteen, they were both at a very good age, they were both at the age of crying and laughing, they shouldn't be holding such high airs.After getting to know Ah Po, he let go of his arrogance little by little. It turns out that no matter men or women, young or old, they can shed so many tears.

Ah Po kissed him: "You are still alive, and your poison will definitely be cured. You and I have wasted another day, and tomorrow will be better."

He smiled without any falsehood, as if he could let people see the clear sky, which was as bright as the scorching sun.

It was late at night, and fine snow was flying outside the window, and they were in a city that was incompatible with them.

At that time, he was on the fringes of the rivers and lakes, and he had to inquire about major and minor matters, but now that he was the target of public criticism, Qiu Lingfu seemed to have not heard news from the rivers and lakes for a long time, as if he only had eyes for a few people, a few days, and the night outside the window.

When God insists on creating those ruthless poisons to deprive you of time, people will find that what they can bear is just that little thing.But even people like Apo and Niang who are indifferent enough to have to make a choice among their only obsessions?

Qiu Lingfu doesn't like late at night, he and A'po depend on each other, staring at the dark night outside the window.Night will not always be night, here it will be lively when the weather is clear, and it will be happy when it is lively.

When you are happy, there are magnificent mountains and rivers, the sky is high and the earth is far away.