[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Known as the killing star, I am in love

35 years ago, spring began.

On the day before meeting Cheng Xi, Gao Xiaoman would still go to pray one by one with a broken bowl and disheveled hair, shouting and begging, "Everyone, please do me a favor and give Xiaoman some money".

He didn't care about dressing up and etiquette at first. In his opinion, those are the things that rich people should care about.

It's just that the moment he saw Cheng Xi, those things that he didn't care about suddenly turned into a thorn in his heart, and he felt a sting when he thought about it for a while.

Gao Xiaoman was not originally called Gao Xiaoman.

His mother died as soon as he was born, and he didn't give him a name, but because he was born on the day of Xiaoman, the old beggar randomly chose one for him for the convenience of calling.

Gao Xiaoman didn't take this matter to heart at first, ate the food donated by others, hid in the shadows, watched the people coming and going on the street, bright and beautiful.

He even felt that he was living a good life. After all, he had a first name and a last name. He would be hungry, but he would not starve to death.

It's just that when he met Cheng Xi, Gao Xiaoman suddenly felt that he couldn't say his name, even with him, as gray as a stray dog, he could only howl and hide in the corner.

Gao Xiaoman once told Cheng Xi that he fell in love with her at first sight, and Cheng Xi thought it was the moment when he first met her in his small wine shop.

But it's not.

Earlier, when Gao Xiaoman was a little beggar who had accomplished nothing, he had liked her.

That day, the stinging insects ran away in shock.

The moment Cheng Xi, wearing a light yellow dress, came into his eyes, his heart, along with the dormant insect, broke through the thick soil and stirred.

But after all, he only dared to hide in the shadow of the corner and look at her secretly.

Cheng Xi is the daughter of the village head, with bright eyes, optimistic and pleasant.

Gao Xiaoman is a little beggar on the street, begging for a living, dispensable.

So that day when he came out from his aunt's house with steamed buns, he met Cheng Xi, saw her flashing curious eyes, and asked him what his name was.

He froze and found himself unable to speak.

He only said the word "Gao" and fled in a hurry.

He thought about it all night, and suddenly found that he was not reconciled.

So he suddenly had the motivation to do serious things to make money, but he was introverted and stupid, so he couldn't do the clever work of the shop assistant, and he was turned away from doing coolies because he was too weak.

He huddled in the shadows and realized that he was -- useless.

The turning point happened on the day he learned how to make wine. On that day, he squatted in the corner and counted the copper coins he earned. On the other side of the wall was a yard where someone was making wine.

There was a hole in the wall due to years of disrepair, Gao Xiaoman could see the scene inside as long as he turned his head slightly, but the brewer didn't care about it, the process of brewing wine was similar, and he couldn't see any tricks.

Gao Xiaoman looked at it all afternoon and counted the copper coins all afternoon.

When he went back, his face was paralyzed, and he bought wine jars of wine koji and sorghum by accident, and made another attempt of his own.

Just do it out of habit.

Gao Xiaoman doesn't have much confidence in his heart, he just wants to find something to do for himself, even if he keeps bumping into walls and being rejected, as long as his hands are not idle, even if he is doing some fruitless things, Gao Xiaoman feels that he is here How much is not worthless in the world.

Self-deception.

Thinking of this, he flattened the corners of his mouth.

But he continued to deceive himself and others.

He brewed a total of three jars, and after three months dug them out, the old beggar robbed one jar.

The old beggar lay on the thatched pile, finished his drink, wiped his mouth and said, "Good wine!"

"Really?"

Gao Xiaoman was holding the wine jar at the side, dumbfounded, he lowered his head and took a sip, only to feel that it was hot and hot, obviously the corners of his mouth were raised because of the old beggar's words, but he didn't quite believe it in his heart, so he twisted his face , asked in disbelief: "Really?"

"real."

The old beggar crossed his legs and said nonchalantly, "This is the best wine I've ever had. You are quite talented in this."

"Really?"

Gao Xiaoman asked again, his eyes were a little blank in shock.

"real."

The old beggar waved his hand impatiently.

So Gao Xiaoman turned his head to look at the jar of wine, looked at his own reflection at the bottom of the jar, buried his head in it, and drank the whole jar of wine.

His eyes were red from the pungent wine, and the smell of alcohol rushed straight to the sky.

He looked in pain as if he was drinking the worst thing in the world, but the action of gobbling it up seemed like he was holding the jade liquid of the Heavenly Palace in his hands.

Now that I think about it, the old beggar has been poor all his life, how much good wine he drank in his life, what Gao Xiaoman brewed at that time may be no different from the dirty wine on the street for three pennies a bowl.

But no matter what, Gao Xiaoman seemed to cheer up all of a sudden that day, and suddenly there was light in his lifeless eyes.

He was holding the jar of wine, his knuckles turned white, and his cheeks were crushed and deformed by the mouth of the jar, but even so, his hands tightened more and more tightly.

tightly.

The look of holding the wine jar seems to be holding a life-saving straw.

After that, he suddenly started brewing wine, found a piece of uninhabited wasteland, and bought raw materials and utensils with the copper coins he got from work.

Day and night.

From the sky full of stars to the dawn of dawn, he hugged the pile of distiller's grains and porcelain jars, as if he was hugging the whole world.

He brewed a lot of wine, most of which were sold, and he didn't know how much he sold. If others said the wine was good, he would lower the price, and if others said the wine was bad, he would lower the price even more.

If others think that wine is expensive and clamor for cheaper, he will often give in after a while.

So although a lot of wine was sold, Gao Xiaoman's situation was not that good with the money spent to buy materials.

But he himself doesn't care much about these, as long as someone comes to buy his wine, he will feel happy.

It's just that among so many wines, he won't sell only a few jars.

Those altars were placed on wooden shelves with precious care, and covered with thick sealing mud.

Sometimes when he encountered a bottleneck in wine making, he ran out and took a peek at Cheng Xi, and this one glance seemed to give him infinite strength, making him continue to devote himself to wine making day and night after watching it.

After brewing a batch of wine, he sold most of them, leaving only the best jar, which was sealed and stacked neatly.

Every time he caught sight of Cheng Xi, there was an extra jug of wine on the shelf.

He planned that when the shelf was full, he would go to see Cheng Xi and tell her his name.

However, before the wine was full, Cheng Xi came to his humble shop.

Gao Xiaoman felt inferior again, he was wiping his clothes with his hands awkwardly.

The light yellow clothes are like a ray of light, soft and warm, which is incompatible with this dark and simple place.

"You and I……"

Gao Xiaoman stuttered, anxious but couldn't say a complete sentence, his eyes were red with anxiety.

"I'm here to buy wine..."

"Give you!"

Gao Xiaoman took a jar of wine from the shelf, and stuffed it directly into Cheng Xi's hands, with red eyes and lips shaking, he uttered the second complete sentence after meeting.

"No need to pay!"

"That's not good, the money still has to be paid."

Cheng Xi muttered, took out nine coins from his purse, and put them on the table one by one.

"Is it enough?"

"enough……"

"It's too cheap." Cheng Xi frowned slightly, as if worrying, "You will lose money like this."

Not a loss.

Gao Xiaoman didn't speak, thinking that this wine was not for sale in the first place.

Cheng Xi took the wine and left. When she reached the door, Gao Xiaoman suddenly stopped her.

"Cheng Xi! Cheng...Cheng girl..."

Cheng Xi turned around and looked at him suspiciously with a pair of almond eyes.

Gao Xiaoman blushed, opened and closed his mouth, spit out a few words like a mosquito.

"I...my name is Gao Xiaoman..."

After saying that, he felt his legs go limp, just a few words seemed to take away all his courage, and his back was soaked with sweat immediately.

"Gao Xiaoman..."

Cheng Xi smacked these words in his mouth and smiled brightly.

"My name is Cheng Xi, the Xi of Chen Xi."

"See you next time, Gao Xiaoman."

Cheng Xi hopped away with the wine in his arms, flicking his braids behind him.

Gao Xiaoman stared at it, feeling his heart beating along with that braid.

It has been a month since the next meeting. When Cheng Xi came to the funny man's store, he found that it had taken on a completely new look.

The mahogany table, the newly painted door, and the furnishings inside are not expensive, but they are clean and tidy.

But Cheng Xi found that he couldn't afford the wine here.

The prices on the wine list are outrageous.

"How did it become so expensive..."

She rubbed her purse and asked cautiously.

Gao Xiaoman's eyes trembled, he didn't speak, just took a jar of wine and put it in front of Cheng Xi.

This is the best wine he has brewed in this batch, and he will keep the best wine for Cheng Xi every time.

"You take it, no money."

He said sullenly.

"why?"

He still doesn't speak.

Cheng Xi took the wine and left. The third time she came was seven days later. She paid for the wine, but Gao Xiaoman didn't want it, but Cheng Xi was very serious: said that after drinking it, he felt that his wine was worth the price.

The fourth meeting was three days later.

Cheng Xi really couldn't see it, so he came to help him look after the shop.

the fifth time……

the sixth time……

……

During the 23rd meeting in the local area, Gao Xiaoman proposed to the old village head in a stuttering and trembling manner with the cabinet full of wine.

The sun was bright that day, Gao Xiaoman was dizzy, his tongue seemed to be tied up, he couldn't straighten it no matter how he stroked it, his whole body seemed to be drunk with three catties of spirits, and he couldn't control him no matter what.

"Okay."

There was a soft sound, as if it came through the mist, Gao Xiaoman didn't react for a while, he just felt the rumble in his ears, except for his own heartbeat, all sounds gradually faded away.

And when he reacted, the mist seemed to be broken by a ray of sunlight, and thousands of golden lights scrambled to disperse from it. After the mist, Cheng Xi was dressed in light yellow clothes, looked at the tip of his shoes, blushed, and Carefully raising his head, he pursed his lips and smiled.

The sun was behind her, casting a golden glow, even the tips of her hair were golden, making her seem to be walking from the sun.

Gao Xiaoman watched obsessively, and then burst into a smile.

At this moment, a ray of light seemed to fall from the gloomy sky in my impression. Afterwards, the clouds disappeared and the sun was shining brightly. The originally gloomy world instantly became colorful.

It's like being in a dream, like stepping on a cloud.

Until the day of the big wedding, looking at the big red happy characters pasted on the doors and windows, holding the hand of the man in the phoenix crown and Xiapei, and worshiping the queen of heaven and earth.

Only then did Gao Xiaoman's soul truly fall to the ground, and his heart felt at ease in an instant.

That day, he didn't say anything after drinking a cup of wine, he just stared at Cheng Xi obsessively, hugged her with red eyes, and cried all night.

But what does she like about herself?

For many days after getting married, Gao Xian always thought of this question from time to time, and it seemed that he had nothing to do except making wine himself.

Thinking like this, he put all his thoughts on wine making.

He has never studied, and he only learned to write when he was 15 years old. Naturally, he can't say anything beautiful. He can taste the quality of the wine, but he can't tell the specific good.

Just two words, "good" and "bad".

But if you ask him what's good about it, he can't tell, there are only a few vague words, which probably not many people can understand except himself.

So when he came to the town with Cheng Xi and heard Zeng Jiu spitting out words such as "returning to sweetness", "mellowness" and "clearness" in the restaurant, he felt a sense of enlightenment.

The weather was just right that day, Zeng Ji stood in front of the counter, talking eloquently and gracefully, the indigo brocade robe complemented his fair complexion, his face was like a crown of jade, he was really a fairy-like figure.

Gao Xiaoman looked at him through the crowd, feeling a little envious in his heart.

This kind of envy has almost run through half of his life, even after Zeng died, this emotion has not completely disappeared, but it is mixed with jealousy and hatred that has not completely dissipated, tormenting him day and night.

He didn't dare to think deeply, once he thought deeply, he couldn't help thinking of Cheng Xi and that question.

Why did she marry Zeng Jiu?

And why does she like me?

Gao Xiaoman felt from the bottom of his heart that he was not good enough for Cheng Xi. That day when he went to marry a family to propose marriage, he didn't even realize that he would succeed, so even though he had been married to Cheng Xi for a long time, he still felt that it was a marriage proposal. field dream.

So he also secretly imitated Zeng Jiu's style, but painting a tiger is not an anti-dog.

Cheng Xi couldn't help laughing when he saw him trying to imitate others that day.

Gao Xiaoman felt a little wronged, took off the silk and satin on his body, and didn't wear it anymore, but he remembered this matter for a long time.

Since then, he has always secretly competed with Zeng Jiu, always thinking that he should be better, and maybe become like Zeng Jiu to be worthy of Cheng Xi.

So that day when Zeng Jue wanted to make a sworn vow to him, he didn't think too much about it, and agreed without hesitation.

There is still some joy in my heart.

After all, jealousy is jealousy. At that time, Zeng Zhuo was gentle and elegant, and he treated people with restraint, so it was hard not to be liked.

At that time, he didn't have any thought of being defensive, and he even felt a little sorry because he wanted to take this opportunity to learn how to treat others from Zeng Jiu—after all, he didn't intend to be sworn brothers with him .

So every time Zeng Zhui asked him for a drink, he always gave it very readily. Firstly, it was to make up for it, but he really didn't care about these things.

Cheng Xi was the only thing he cared about.

But why did it become like that in the end?

Gao Xian clenched his hands tightly, and veins popped out of his hands.

Cheng Xi married Zeng Jiu, married his enemy, married the object he was secretly jealous of...

All kinds of emotions were intertwined, causing the pillars that had been supporting him during that time to collapse.

He seemed to be that little homeless beggar again, sitting in the shadows with only one question rolling through his head.

why?

Cheng Xi...why did he marry Zeng Jiu?

Cheng Xi likes him?

No, Cheng Xi likes me, she said it herself.

But if she didn't like Zeng Jiu, why did she marry him...

She is someone who never wrongs herself.

Yes……

Maybe I just don't like me anymore...

Gao Xiaoman's heart was in a mess, as if there was a tug-of-war between two villains in his heart, he tossed back and forth between affirmation and negation, only to feel that there was another bloody wound on his heart every time he thought about it.

In front of Gu Xichao, who was drinking tea calmly, Gao Xian stared at him, hoarse, and let go.

"Bring a pen and paper."

At this time, he was curled up in the corner, his eyes were fierce, like a trapped animal.

Gu Xichao looked at him with lowered eyes, and a trace of pity suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Gao Xian has the shadow of Gu Xichao who just came out of the brothel many years ago, so from Gu Xichao's point of view, his thoughts are actually easy to guess.

It's just that the two are different after all. Self-preparation is self-abased, and Gu Xichao is quite proud of his talents, but it is precisely because of this that he seems extremely unwilling when his talents are not met.

It's just that this person in front of him has lived for another person all his life, and now he has become a walking corpse. He has trapped himself for more than ten years because of a problem that seems to Gu Xichao to be quite simple.

The pen and paper was brought, Gu Xichao took a look at the written thing, and put it back in his arms.

"You're so straightforward, aren't you afraid that I'll go back on my word?"

Gao Xian didn't speak, but pursed his lips and looked at Gu Xichao.

Obviously, I hadn't thought about this possibility...

Gu Xichao raised her eyebrows, feeling that this person has a single mind but loves to be tricky.

He really thought about just leaving, but he is a person who keeps his promises, and with Xu and Gao Xian's shadow of him from many years ago, Gu Xichao asked patiently: "Do you want to hear What kind of answer?"

Gao Xian frowned.

"Cheng Xi won't marry someone she doesn't like, right? Then since she married Zeng Jiu, she must like him."

"You bullshit!"

Gao Xian struggled up, and the chains on his body rattled.

"Hey—don't be so excited," Gu Xichao signaled the yamen guard outside the door to bring the prescription to Chu Liuxiang who was waiting at the gate of the prison, "You can't even think of the simplest point, the reason why you have been thinking about this problem It's just that you don't want to admit it, because once you admit it, everything in your past will become a joke, and it seems that you don't even know what to do in this world."

"you shut up!"

Gao Xian was even more excited.

"Then think about it from Cheng Xi's point of view. In her eyes, you were dead at that time. She is a widow, and she doesn't know how to make wine. She can't support your wine shop. She must have Zeng Jiu's help, and Zeng Jiu has always been He can talk, maybe he has already thought about Cheng Xi, Cheng Xi can't see his true face, and it's normal to agree to Zeng Jiu's deliberate approach."

Jia Gaoxian still looked angry.

Gu Xichao continued: "In my opinion, even if she marries Zeng Jiu in the end, she still misses you in her heart. She is a widow, and although gossip is inevitable by herself, she can still live on. She can do something about herself. What you are good at is female celebrity and running an inn, but you can't make wine at all, but you want to continue to run your shop. Marrying Zeng Jiu is probably for this purpose, why? Or because it is you blood."

"But I don't care about those things at all."

Gao Xian finally calmed down and said hoarsely.

"I care." Gu Xichao stood up and straightened his collar, "In a lifetime, you should hold what you can hold in your hands as much as you can. Everything you do is for yourself, not for your happiness." Anger, sorrow and joy are all tied to one person."

Gao Xian was stunned when he heard the words, staring blankly at the messy withered grass in front of him, he didn't even know when Gu Xichao left.

There was the sound of the chair moving, followed by the "click" sound of the lock being locked, and the footsteps that were slightly vain due to injuries gradually left, Gu Xichao walked away, and the prison quickly fell into silence.

next door.

Yu Ze raised his slightly drooping head, his eyes gleaming coldly.

He lowered the brim of his hat, and the sound of soap boots buckling on the ground sounded.

One sound echoed in the empty prison cell.

"Old Li," he lowered his voice, one hand clenched the scimitar at his waist, and the other hand touched the prisoner's shoulder.

"My surname is not Li."

The prison chief was arranging the bunch of keys at his waist without raising his head. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, but when he was about to turn his head away, he felt a pain in his neck, and then bursts of darkness hit his eyes.

The last thing that came into my eyes was the pair of dark green eyes, lowered my eyes, and said without emotion: "Oh, that's my memory, you should have a good sleep."

The human body fell to the ground with a muffled "pop".

Outside the old gate tens of meters away, Chu Liuxiang bid farewell to Gu Xichao, and hurried to the house without stopping.

He even made it to the last moment when the store was closing, and bought a bag of fried chestnuts from the Li family's sister-in-law, holding them in his arms to spread the warmth.

Yu Ze was eager for revenge, but for no reason made him hold back all afternoon, always wanting to buy something to make amends.

However, when he returned to the house, the smile on his face froze.

The yard was very unusual, empty and eerily quiet.

Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he ran to Yu Ze's room in three steps at a time.

no one.

He went to look for Xiao Qi again, but found that Xiao Qi, Cheng Guan, and Miao Miao were knocked out and bound together.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Chu Liuxiang's forehead, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment.

what happened?

Why is there no sign of Yu Ze?

Did something happen to him?

Could it be that the enemy took the opportunity to attack here?

Chu Liuxiang's heart was in a mess, and regret almost drowned him like a sea wave.

He forced himself to stabilize his mind and took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look.

But found a note tucked between the ropes.

Take it down, it says:

Lifting a knife to kill people, don't read Xiangshuai.

Well, Yu Ze's words, Yu Ze's tone.

Chu Liuxiang's face turned dark, and the note was crumpled into a ball by him.

It's very sweet.

Chu Liuxiang laughed back angrily, and when he left, he was furious, the autumn wind blew by, and his clothes were flying violently behind him, with an imposing manner.

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