Don't Forget Everything

"...Yesterday, the sows at home gave birth to cubs, all of which were round and round. I decided to sell two of them. Firstly, I couldn't afford them, and secondly, I wanted to exchange some money to send Xiaohu to the academy..."

Sister-in-law Wu talked endlessly about her family's trivial matters. Wen Ran picked up a pen and memorized it without haste. The beautiful lowercase letters had already spread all over the paper. Wen Ran was about to change a new one, when he suddenly heard the voice of a child at the entrance of the alley: "Brother Song is back!"

Wen Ran put down the pen, got up and left.

"Hey?! Mr. Wen, I haven't finished writing yet!"

Sister-in-law Wu shouted behind Wen Ran, but Wen Ran dropped a sentence: "Wait a moment."

Wen Ran hurried to the entrance of the alley, and sure enough, he saw one person and one horse surrounded by a group of children with big farts.

"Yes, there are, there are, no snatching is allowed, and if you snatch it, you won't give it."

"Brother Song, Brother Song, give it to me quickly!"

"You haven't swallowed what's in your mouth yet! Brother Song, give it to me!"

Song Yilin held a stack of wrapped dried fruits above his head, and the children couldn't reach them even with their arms stretched out, jumping up and down anxiously like monkeys.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Wen Ran looked at Song Yilin's ruddy complexion and full of air when he spoke, heaved a sigh of relief, worried all night, and finally let go of the heavy weight in his heart when he saw him return safely.

Song Yilin's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a thin and handsome figure standing at the entrance of the alley, the corner of his mouth couldn't hold back his smile, he stopped playing around with these little monkeys, and gave them the fruit: "Here, there are all of them, take your time and eat." , don’t bother me if you have a toothache.”

When the children had something delicious, they dispersed in a rush, chasing and laughing.

Song Yilin led the horse to the alley and smiled at Wen Ran.

"I am back."

Wen Ran looked Song Yilin up and down, and asked softly, "Are you injured?"

"I am fine."

The street market was noisy, and no one could hear the whispers of the two.

Wen Ran nodded, with a strong smile in his eyes: "Go back first."

After a month or so away, Song Yilin looked at Wen Ran with an unbearable itchiness, and now she wanted to hug him into her arms, but it was not suitable for such a large crowd and broad daylight.

Wen Ran reached out to pick up the bag on Song Yilin's shoulder, and leaned very close to Song Yilin. Song Yilin lowered her head and smelled the familiar smell on Wen Ran's body, and hugged him in a flash: "I'm back." it does.

Wen Ran was startled, and couldn't help showing a shy expression: "People are coming and going, what are you doing!" Having said that, Wen Ran was [-]% happy to be hugged by Song Yilin, and Song Yilin hadn't been there for more than a month. With the noise in his ears, he was almost restless.

"Tired, let me lean on your shoulder." As she spoke, Song Yilin put her chin on Wen Ran's shoulder, and simply acted like a rascal.

Wen Ran pushed Song Yilin an inch away, and Song Yilin yelled, "It hurts! Take it easy!"

"Where? Didn't you mean you weren't hurt?" Wen Ran asked anxiously, wishing he could take off Song Yilin's clothes now and check it carefully.

Song Yilin laughed sullenly, leaned into Wen Ran's ear and said, "I lied to you."

Wen Ran raised her eyebrows, glared at Song Yilin, turned her head sternly, and walked away.

"Hey! I was wrong! Can I be wrong?" Song Yilin led the horse and hurried after Wen Ran.

Wen Ran returned to the stall and smiled at Sister-in-law Wu: "Sorry for the long wait, let's continue."

"Wen Ran, I..."

Just as Song Yilin opened her mouth, Wen Ran gave her a hard look.

"Ah, Brother Song is back."

"Hahaha, sister-in-law Wu, you're writing a family letter to Wu Dalang again."

"No, Dalang is a long-term worker in the Yuan Mansion, and he can't see each other all year round. Not only can he often write letters from home. I also need to trouble Brother Song to bring them to Dalang."

"No problem." Song Yilin responded with a big smile, but her eyes turned to the street.

A small group of officers and soldiers, with a portrait in their hands, was going door to door and asking along the street: "Stop, where did you come from? Lu Yin."

"Have you seen this person?"

"My lord, the faces in this portrait of yours are covered tightly, how can people tell the difference?"

"Are you blind? The eyes are still exposed."

"This..." The old man thought to himself, which idiot would walk down the street with his face covered in such a blue sky, because he was afraid that no one would see him or something?

"Have you seen it?!"

"Here, sir, these eyes are somewhat similar to yours..."

"You old fool is really blind, talking nonsense, walk away, don't get in the way."

It didn't take long for the officers and soldiers to ask all the way to Wen Ran's booth: "Mr. Wen, have you seen this man before?"

Wen Ran is the most knowledgeable of the traffickers in the two cities of East and West. His poetic and literary talents can compare with all the scholars in the city. Mr. Wen has many stories. The streets and alleys have heard that even the officials of the government are all impressed by Wen Ran. The people below are even more polite.

Wen Ran glanced at the portrait of the man whose face was covered by a black scarf, except for one pair of eyes, even his eyebrows were covered, and looked at Song Yilin. Song Yilin's peach blossom eyes were clear in black and white, Gu Pan was smiling, and she was much more beautiful than the one in the portrait. I don't know which blind painter drew it with trembling hands. It would be a surprise if he could be caught.

"Brother Lin, what is this?" Song Yilin leaned over to Lin Ya, a mansion official and soldier, and looked at the portrait carefully, "Who is this? A night thief? A bandit?"

Although Biancheng is large, there are only a few hundred or so officials who receive official salaries in the government yamen. People who have lived in Biancheng for a long time can recognize them. What's more, Song Yilin, a peddler, knows everyone from all walks of life, especially the government yamen.

"Yo, Brother Song just came back?"

"Exactly," Song Yilin shrugged, and lifted the bag on her shoulders, "I just entered the city, and I met you looking for someone."

"Hey, there was a homicide case last night. My lord ordered the city gates to be strictly controlled and the city searched to arrest people."

"Ah? Homicide case? Who is so bold as to cause trouble in our city of Bian?"

Lin Ya shook his head: "I won't gossip with you anymore, I'm here for business. If you see anything suspicious, report it immediately."

"Yes, that's natural, Brother Lin, you are busy."

After watching Lin Ya and a group of officers and soldiers leave, Song Yilin and Wen Ran exchanged glances, tacit understanding.

Sister-in-law Wu at the side came over with a mysterious look, and chatted with them about the murder case: "I heard that a caravan living in the post house was killed last night, and all ten people died. All of them died miserably, with dozens of knives in their bodies, and they were killed by knives. The caravan's goods and silver were also looted, and several carts disappeared out of thin air! This Jiangyang thief is very powerful. , is a lunatic who kills without blinking an eye! Ouch, what a tragedy! That lunatic knife has a long scar on his face, from the corner of his forehead to the corner of his mouth, like a centipede, it's scary..."

Wen Ran looked at Song Yilin, who was called crazy by people in the world, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Song Yilin listened to a joke at first, it didn't hurt or itch, but Wen Ran's eyes made him very unfunny. He is the Yushu Linfeng recognized by the neighbors, why is he portrayed as ugly and invisible to others?So I couldn't help but interjected: "I said Sister-in-law Wu, the person in the portrait is covered tightly, how can you see a centipede-like scar?"

"Oh, Brother Song, why don't you understand? It's just that there is such a scar, and it's wrapped up like this for fear of being recognized by others!"

"...Oh, so there is such a reason..." Song Yilin was unable to refute.

"No, let me tell you..."

Wen Ran glanced at Song Yilin, quite resentful, Wu's sister-in-law was always chatty, but now she started talking, and couldn't stop.

Song Yilin pressed her eyebrows, and after listening to Wu's sister-in-law for a long time spreading rumors, adding fuel and vinegar, superfluous, and talking about a mishmash of anecdotes, she really lost her patience. Even if Wen Ran was by her side, he couldn't take it anymore, so he hurriedly said: "I I still have to deliver goods to Boss Wei, I'll go early and return early, you guys chat slowly."

Speaking of handing the reins to Wen Ran, Song Yilin rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and slipped away.

Wen Ran held the rein in one hand, but Song Yilin's runaway horse had already gone and never looked back.

Sister-in-law Wu looked at Song Yilin disappearing from the corner of the street, then at the horse Wen Ran was holding, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Song is going to deliver goods to Boss Wei? Why don't you take the horse?"

Wen Ran pursed her lips, Song Yilin's "goods" were still on horseback.

***

When Song Yi came to Wuwangzhai, there was the sound of silk and bamboo music in it. Wuwangzhai is the most famous band in Biancheng, and even the whole of Huizhou.

Song Yilin walked around to the side door and knocked on it.

Duofu, the servant, answered the door after a while: "Brother Song is back."

"Well, what about Wei Shao?"

"Here, Chao Yunlou."

"En." Song Yilin nodded, "I'll go by myself."

"it is good."

There is a shop in front of Wuwangzhai and a mansion in the back. I bought the yard next door five years ago, so it occupies a huge area. I have been modifying it, moving walls and trees in the past few years. Looking at the scattered pavilions, The actual terrain is very complicated, and people who are not familiar with it will get lost after ten steps.

Song Yi walked to the backyard in a familiar manner.

After entering the courtyard gate three times, Song Yi came to Chao Yun Tower.

Chaoyun Building is not a building, but the main house in the backyard. There is a writing on the plaque in the hall, which reads the four characters of leisure between heaven and earth.

"You're back, come in." A lazy voice came from the ear room of the house.

Song Yilin walked into the ear room, and the fragrance of Yuelin was lingering. One of them was lying on his side, leaning half of his body on the soft pillow with one hand, in front of him was a game of chess, a plate of oranges, and a plate of pastries, and a pot of tea was brewing on the other side.

"Come and sit down, just play chess with me."

Song Yilin stepped forward and cupped his hands casually: "Young Master Wei."

Wei Chuyue looked at Song Yilin with narrowed narrow eyes, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised: "Come and sit."

Song Yilin sat opposite Wei Chuyue and glanced at the chess game.

The black and white sides seem to be evenly matched, but once Wei Chuyue holds the sunspot down, the outcome of the game will be decided, and there is no possibility of turning the situation around.

Wei Chuyue saw a wrinkle between Song Yilin's eyebrows, and the sunspot in his hand suddenly fell into the chess box. This crucial piece did not land on the board, and asked, "Did you go well?"

"Well, there is no obstacle." Song Yilin nodded, took an orange, broke it into two, handed half to Wei Chuyue, and ate the other half, "Xuzhou has taken care of it, there will be no problem."

"You are hurt?"

"Flesh wounds. I was negligent." Song Yilin raised his eyes, swallowed the last piece of orange, and asked Wei Chuyue, "If you don't want to eat it, I will eat it."

Wei Chuyue nodded with a smile. Song Yilin ate the other half of the orange without hesitation. Wei Chuyue asked: "This accountant can escape all the way to Biancheng. It can't be just luck. Is there something wrong with the person who took care of him?"

"Yes," Song Yilin didn't shy away from it, "I didn't expect that the boy in the post house came to silence me, so I was careless for a while."

"There is only one body in the posthouse."

Song Yilin said: "They will soon find the posthouse boy on the outskirts of the city."

Wei Chuyue smiled knowingly: "The murderer was the posthouse servant. During the fight, the servant was injured and fled. Unfortunately, he was seriously injured and died on the way." The case was thus concluded without delay.

Song Yilin was not enough to eat one orange, so she reached out and took another: "Where are the oranges, they are very fresh."

"Where's the ledger?"

Song Yilin took out a slap booklet from his waist and handed it to Wei Chuyue.

Wei Chuyue flipped through it briefly, then threw it aside: "That's enough. Let's play chess."

Song Yilin stood up: "I still have something to do, so let's go first."

Wei Chuyue straightened up and looked at Song Yilin: "What are you doing? It's just a game of chess. Can your Mr. Jiawen escape? Even if he escapes, I'll just order someone to catch you."

As soon as Song Yilin heard Wen Ran's name, her heart was itchy to death, and she didn't want to stay any longer, so she reached out and took the plate of oranges on Wei Chuyue's case into her arms, and said bluntly, "It's a pity if you don't eat them, give them to me. "

Wei Chuyue snorted and laughed, "Look at you."

Song Yilin ignored Wei Chuyue and just left.

"Do you want more money?" Wei Chuyue raised his voice and shouted.

Song Yilin kept walking: "I'll go to the cashier to pick it up myself."

"Really..." Wei Chuyue shook his head and smiled softly.

Wei Chuyue fell back again, touched the chess pieces in his hand, and looked at the chess game. Even Song Yilin could see through the chess game at a glance, but Wei Chuyue seemed to be extra cautious, and refused to make a move for a long time.

Suddenly, Wei Chuyue raised his eyes, stood up and walked to the window. After a while, a white pigeon landed on Wei Chuyue's window lattice. Wei Chuyue reached out and took the note from the pigeon, and murmured: "You came so fast." .”

Wei Chuyue let the pigeon go, turned around and burned the note, and when he returned to the case, Heizi finally settled.

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