a killer friend of mine

Surrounded by slaves and maidservants, gorgeous chariots rattle past the center of the road, guarded by soldiers with spears on the left and right.Soldiers in uniform separated the sides, separating the curious crowd.The doors and windows of most people's houses are open, and heads are poked out from inside, trying their best to catch a glimpse of the emperor's demeanor.But the thick green gauze curtain blocks people's sight, only a solemn and graceful figure sitting upright can be seen.

Su Man leaned against Qiuyang and sighed, "It's the same woman, but the situation is so different."

Qiuyang smiled slightly: "How can we compare with the proud girl of heaven."

Suman sat down and greeted lazily with a silk handkerchief: "Why hasn't your little friend seen anyone lately?"

Qiuyang rolled up his sleeves and poured tea for her: "He has something to do at home, and he can't get away recently."

Su Man raised his curvy Liu Ye eyebrows, and sneered in disgust: "What's the matter at home? You haven't known the men's excuses after staying here for so many years? You said there was something to do, but if you can't keep it together, you've found a beautiful girl somewhere."

Qiuyang smiled: "He is not such a person."

Suman gave her an angry look, wanting to poke her on the head with her pointed index finger: "Men in the world are all the same, regardless of whether they are old or young, ugly or handsome, if you expect them to stick to the same pattern, It’s harder than climbing to the sky. You’re usually thoughtful and thoughtful, so why are you so confused now! I think you’re overly concerned with this kid.” Qiuyang said nothing, just quietly drink tea.

Su Man looked at the bright red long nails and asked: "What's his name? I only hear my mother's 'Wen Shao Wen Shao'. I have seen a big family with the surname Wen in the capital. There is no such person."

"He said his name was Wen Shisan."

"Wen Shisan?" Su Man frowned, "This silly name seems to be used to fool people."

Qiuyang smiled lightly and said, "This is a place where we play games, so it doesn't matter if he says his real name or not."

Su Man snorted softly, "It's just that you have a good temper." Then he took her hand and said with a smile, "Come here, a few days ago, Yin'er picked out two bolts of good fabric for me in the silk shop, and the boss said it was outdated now. It’s sold cheaply. The material is really good. It’s crisp and comfortable to make deep clothes. I don’t think it’s outdated. Anyway, Feng Shui takes turns, and it’s a temporary one. I’m sure the ladies will fall in love with them again tomorrow. I bought this color. It just happens that you have one and I have one—don’t push me, if you’re really sorry, you’ll even do mine one by one.”

Qiuyang met Suman at the age of 20, and now they have lived together for more than ten years, and their friendship is profound.Except for Suman's sharp mouth sometimes, she thinks of her in everything, so Qiuyang appreciates her.

Ever since I met Wen Shisan, the time when he was away was always extremely long, as if it was a thread that went around and around, never ending.Today, she focused on cutting the clothes, and only drank a few sips of water in the middle, but the time passed quickly, and it was late at night in the blink of an eye.The little food she ate during the day was not enough to support her work, so Gui Rui brought a bowl of glutinous rice balls from the kitchen to the house.

Just after taking a bite, there was a rapid knocking sound outside the window, she put down the spoon and hurried to open the window.

The person in the dark night was indeed Wen Shisan, but it was Wen Shisan who was drunk. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, half a smile was not a smile, and his eyes were tinged with a doleful light, like an island in the vast ocean.Night Breeze wandered behind him, adding a pair of lonely wings to him.When he came down from the window sill, his footsteps were crooked, and he almost fell. Qiuyang supported him, and he leaned against her.

The smell of alcohol on her face made Qiuyang subconsciously recognize her face. She helped Wen Shisan to sit down and looked for sobering tea for him everywhere.

Wen Shisan leaned on the table and said in a muffled voice, "I'll just lie down for a while."

Qiuyang still made him a pot of hot tea: "Didn't you say you won't be coming soon?"

"Yeah..." Wen Shisan replied vaguely, putting his hand on his forehead in discomfort, "But I'm so scared." After a moment of silence, he suddenly threw the teacup at hand and kicked the stool away forcefully. Become irritable and arrogant: "It's fake, it's all fucking fake!" Qiuyang didn't care about the smashed teacup and the overturned stool, grabbed his arm and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Shisan's eyes were bewildered, so moist that he might shed tears at any time, his facial features trembled like a black cloud of electric discharge, reflecting the great uneasiness in his heart.

Qiuyang had never seen him in such a fragile state, and he was so anxious that he touched his face and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Shisan's empty eyes took a while to regain focus, and gradually regained their original luster, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, he blinked blankly, confused and helpless.Help, I don't know where I am.

His face was drenched with cold sweat, Qiuyang wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and gently stroked his back.

Wen Shisan drank the herbal tea in one gulp, his eyes regained his usual clarity, but his face still couldn't hide the exhaustion after being drunk.He propped his forehead with his hands, trying to regain the high degree of self-control he was proud of, but his tongue was wooden, his limbs were weak, and his soul seemed to be pulled out, floating lightly in the air.

He heard himself asking in a feeble voice, "Where are you from?"

Qiuyang only looked at him worriedly, without exploring the reason why he suddenly asked: "Suzhou."

Wen Shisan let out an "oh" and said slowly, "It's in Jiangnan..."

Qiuyang nodded.

"How about Jiangnan...?"

Qiuyang did not answer directly, but took his own pipa, hooked it with bare hands, and sang softly: "Jiangnan is beautiful, the scenery is familiar... Can you not remember Jiangnan?" Flying, the memories of the past sprouted in my mind like irrigated plants, drawing a beautiful and elegant picture.

She looked at Wen Shisan, but found that he had fallen asleep to the music.