Laughing at Chang'an

At dawn, a wonton stall was set up at the intersection of Jiutong Street facing the Moon River.

The white flour is piled up on the noodle table, the water pot next to it is steaming, and a whole stack of white porcelain bowls are piled up high, making people's stomachs roaring with greed.It's just that when they saw the black-faced boss who was stirring the minced meat in an iron basin, and his face was full of flesh and menacing looks, they couldn't help turning a corner... Although the wonton here tastes mediocre, the price can be called Chang'an City The most reasonable, a bowl is only nine yuan, Datang coins.

The boss is from Donghuang. He has been in Chang'an for decades and has a lot of stories.But his temper is too bad, and everyone who sees him seems to owe him money, so the poor ghosts living nearby would rather go to other places to eat more expensive food than come to see his stinky face early in the morning.

But there are also people who drive tens of millions of luxury cars across half of Chang'an City, and come here to eat this bowl of wontons... For example, Li Shen.

"Boss, here is a bowl of wontons, no green onions."

Li Shen was wearing a dark gray thick wool coat, and the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the centipede-like scar on his left arm. His eyes were slightly dark, his spirits were not very good, and his voice was tired. .There were only a few lonely customers at the booth, so Li Shen went to the corner table by the riverbank and sat down, tucked up his neckline, and turned his head to look at the green Moon River.

It's still the same.

This green moon river ticked off at the northwest corner of Chang'an City, dividing this end of the river and the other end into two worlds.Jiutong Street, directly opposite the wonton stall, is the most famous slum in Chang'an City. The arcades with three or five floors are scattered and crowded together. There are no people out for activities at this time, and all kinds of leftovers from last night are piled up on the side of the street. Garbage, and stray cats, dogs, and rats swaggering about.

Li Shen looked away, looking in the opposite direction from when he came.I saw a dark seven-seater commercial vehicle driving straight along the river embankment, with a long knife entangled in chains embedded in the corner of the front of the vehicle, domineering and flamboyant, it was the regiment emblem of the Geng Army.

The four wheels braked hard in front of the wonton stall, the door opened, and a young man with white hair walked out first.The reason why it is called a young man is because that face is so immature, it seems that he is not even 20 years old.

Followed by a big man, wearing a nondescript white bathrobe provided by the hotel, looking very embarrassed.He was pushed out of the car by two men in black uniforms, holding his arms from both sides, and escorted him to Li Shen.

The white-haired young man also walked aside.

"The efficiency is pretty good." Li Shen raised his head and smiled at the white-haired young man who walked up to him.

The latter bowed his head slightly, pursed his lips and smiled shyly.

Li Shen waved his hand to make everyone back away. He glanced at the big man who was sent to the table wearing only a pitiful bathrobe, nodded at them, lowered his hands, and said, "Sit."

The big man sat down hesitantly, clenched his fists nervously, and secretly looked at Li Shen's face.

"Luo Qiangqiang?"

Li Shen lowered his head, took out a pack of golden magpie feathers from his coat pocket, unwrapped the paper, tapped it on his palm, and took out one and handed it to someone.The latter received it with both hands flattered, seeing Li Shen take out the lighter to pass him a lighter, he quickly accompanied him with a flattering smile, hesitantly came to himself, took the lighter from Li Shen's hand, and lit it for himself.

Li Shen threw the returned lighter on the table and asked, "Do you know me?"

Luo Qiangqiang hurriedly took off the cigarette, a face twisted out of a flower, and the little chicken nodded as if pecking rice: "I know, of course I know, this city is full of Chang'an, who wouldn't know you, Lord Shen."

What he said was not all flattery.There are many famous people in Chang'an City, but most of them are "famous". There are really few celebrities like Li Shen who can be recognized by their faces.Li Shen has the iconic black hair and black eyes of Donghuang people, but his face is inherited from his mother with elf blood. It is exquisite and beautiful, as if he came out of a painting.When he was young, there were many people who used this face to find trouble with him, saying that he was a little boy, a bastard.Those who dared to say such words have all been buried in their graves, and the famous Chang'an Master Shen is no longer that beautiful young man. He sits here, raising his head and raising his eyebrows, and the thick and cold evil spirit rushes to his face. Come, be silent.

Luo Jianqiang looked at Li Shen carefully.The rumored Mad Dog Li is dressed very plainly today, wearing a white silk cotton shirt with a stand-up collar, and a dark gray thick woolen coat. Fastened by a dark buckle.It looked quite everyday at home, without the slightest smell of gunpowder, he put his heart back slightly, picked up the golden magpie feather that Li Shen handed him, and took a sip.

Li Shen put one hand on the table, pointed at the hard and rough tabletop, and said, "At the beginning of last month, you went to Jidu, Yan Kingdom, and wiped out a family named Huang. There were more than 30 people, even the baby who was still in swaddling clothes. No baby was spared..."

Luo Jianqiang stared at Li Shen in a daze, the cigarette between his fingers slipped silently, whirled and fell to the ground, sending out a stream of sparks.His calf, which was naked in the early morning cold, trembled involuntarily, and his strong and muscular calf trembled, like a lump of pork being put on a chopping board.

Li Shen took a breath, and was about to continue talking, when he saw a white porcelain bowl fall from the sky, landed on the table with a bang, and the soup splashed everywhere.The boss with a stinky face glanced at the two of them coldly, and said in a muffled voice, "Your wontons!"

A dozen scallions are floating on the surface of the soup.

Li Shen had a bitter look on his face, and picked up the chopsticks one by one.Regardless of his current status, few people dare to be rude to him face to face... The owner of this wonton stall has been very rude all the time for ten years.

After picking the scallions, he put down the chopsticks and took a sip of the soup from the bowl.Then he seemed to think of something, raised his head and asked Luo Jianqiang: "Have you eaten?"

Luo Qiangqiang didn't know what expression to use to face him, his face was dry, and he shook his head stiffly.

Li Shen put the chopsticks back on the edge of the bowl and pushed the bowl over.

"...Is this considered to be a decapitated meal?"

Luo Qiangqiang stared at the bowl of wontons pushed in front of him, and suddenly laughed.He raised his head and asked Li Shen with a smile, with an undisguised sarcasm and sneer on his face.

"Master Shen, I'm just working for others, why do you have to push me so hard?"

Li Shen looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, the guild has a rule that we don't accept the task of destroying the family." Luo Qiangqiang is willing to go all out. It's not like he hasn't heard of Li Shen's reputation. When the killing god comes to him, he is probably doomed, but even if he is If you want to die, you have to die to understand, right?

"For some money, I'm doing some private work. I'm not alone in this matter. I have no grievances with the Huang family. I'm just a small guy who takes money to do things. If you want to avenge someone, you should go to Then, my lord, there is no need to go through such troubles to meet a small person like me and humiliate me face to face... Why bother? Didn’t you also come out like this? The reputation of Li Shen in Chang’an City is not all people’s heads are piled up What? Your hands may not be cleaner than mine."

Li Shen smiled.

"In the past, I also liked to reason with people." He said to Luo Jianqiang, "But when I reasoned with people, they would talk to me about fists. Later, I stopped reasoning with people."

Luo Qiangqiang's face turned blue and red, and he jumped up suddenly and ran away.Li Shen seemed to react a little slower, turned his head to look, and saw that in the blink of an eye, the man had already buried his head and protruded far away, and the white-haired young man and the two black uniforms were waiting beside him and were about to chase him. Li Shen raised his hand and shook it.

At the same time as Li Shen raised his hand, his back was facing the owner of the wonton stall who was rolling out the dough. He stretched out his arms, and the thick and long rolling pin hit Luo Qiangqiang's face backward. It flew back several times faster and landed right at Li Shen's feet.

Li Shen raised his hands to his face, clapped them a few times, and said flatteringly, "Your style remains the same as before, boss!"

While speaking, he lifted his right foot and landed on the head next to his feet.There was a muffled bang, and the red, white and white brains splashed out, like a smashed watermelon, which turned people off after looking at it.

The boss threw the rolling pin smeared with nosebleeds into the pot to cook, his already stinky face became even more ugly, and he growled without looking back——

"Remember to wash the floor clean!"

Li Shen glanced at the rotten watermelon-like head at his feet, and sighed.He reached out and took the bowl of wonton that Luo Qiangqiang hadn't eaten back in front of him, and ate it in silence.After eating, he felt tired and panicked, and his throat and eyes were stuffed uncomfortably, which shows how much he has been pampered in the past two years.

He was a little emotional.

"Hey, my grandpa!"

Just as he was feeling emotional, he found the invisible adjutant early in the morning, took a taxi and ran down, trotting all the way to Li Shen, bent over and stared dumbfounded at the rotten head at his feet.Li Shen wanted to explain a few words, but when someone kicked the head away very roughly, he squatted down and took out a small handkerchief to wipe the blood and brains on his shoe, and while wiping, he was thinking.

"Madam Haitang personally made your shoes, how did you make them like this? You have to change a pair before going back, otherwise, if Madam sees them, you might be so sad..."

Li Shen frowned and kicked the man away, all emotions and thoughts were disturbed and disappeared.He asked the adjutant to settle the bill with the boss, and asked the white-haired young man to lead the body away, gathered his coat, and stood up.

The adjutant came over again, stretched out his hand to flatten the hem of his clothes, and said casually: "Master, I have already arranged for Mrs. Huang, the Wang family has made a promise and accepted the compensation, how about this matter be settled like this? "

Li Shen stood still, looking at the green moon river in front of him, his thoughts drifted away.

After two years, he returned to Chang'an, and outside the gate of the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild in Chang'an City, he saw an old lady in plain clothes.The old lady knelt on the Xiama Bridge, disheveled, kowtowing to the passers-by while shedding tears.

As Na Luo Jianqiang said, no one who is a mercenary has clean hands.Everyone is not a messenger of justice, so there is no need to meddle in this business.Li Shen is not a good man, nor does he have any overflowing sympathy, but when he passed the Xiama Bridge that day, the desperate old lady Huang grabbed her trousers, begged and kowtowed, his face had not yet been cultivated. I can't pull it off.

As soon as his heart softened, he nodded.

………………

"In the end, the knife maker is dead, and the knife maker is fine."

Li Shen withdrew his thoughts, glanced at the adjutant, and shook his head while speaking.

"For me, there is no such reason."