I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

The flow of people is like a big river with scum rising from lingering water, rushing by in front of our eyes.

The two of us couldn't hold hands together excitedly in the snow as I imagined that day.Less than halfway through, I couldn't hold on anymore, and lay down on the snow with my limbs wide open.

I looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky, and finally waited for Shen Shiwei to come, and kicked me rudely as always.

I closed my eyes and asked, "Are you done?"

He said: "We exchanged palms, and he escaped." After a pause, he was a little unbelievable, and then said: "You won?"

I said lazily, "It's easy to say."

Open your eyes a little.Against the light, Shen Shiwei's little white face looking down at me seems even whiter.It was so white that it turned blue.

I propped up my upper body: "Are you okay?"

He said contemptuously: "I said we exchanged palms, do you understand?"

The roadside is noisy, but it still seems that there are only two of us left in the world.

After a long time, Shen Zhiwei broke the silence: "Then how sure is Brother Qin at that time?" Seeing that I didn't answer, he said: "Sixty percent? Forty percent? One percent?"

I said sternly, "I don't know."

He had an indescribable expression of two villains fighting in his heart, and Yuemo was thinking whether to jump up and beat me to death, or turn around and leave as if he didn't know me: "You don't know?!"

I said with a hippie smile, "Since we won, let's treat it as ten to ten, okay?"

He stared at me viciously, but now he let out a laugh from his nose, and shook his head helplessly.

This smile is like the clouds and the rain.

Seeing him swallow another lump of beef with difficulty, I took off the water bottle that was close to me and handed it over.He took a long breath of cold water and said, "The person who fought us that day was not Zhengao."

I was stunned: "Huh? The brass-covered face and the red-felt-wrapped body are to show that the gods have surrendered. This is the attire of the first-class masters of Prince Zhengao. That's what you said."

Shen Zhiwei gave a gloomy smile, and he didn't know who he was resenting from afar: "A first-class master? You said it. But do you know how many first-rate masters in this world can hurt me like this?"

He threw the kettle back to me: "There is not a single Zhengao among these first-class masters."

I couldn't help rebutting: "Yes, I know you can fight. But Zhengao people won the world, and the whole country has a system, so you can't raise one or two masters?"

Shen Shi sneered slightly and said, "Brother Qin, have you ever heard a word called 'Old Blood of the Thousand Army'? Zhengao people won the world by swords and horses. When the Han army broke Qiongjing, Habayashiro Yubai killed hundreds of enemies. Hanwuzong died of exhaustion before the dragon chariot. Hanwuzong buried him richly, but then said that the people of the Central Plains are only as brave as a man, but the people of Zhengao are brave as a thousand troops. At that time, Yu was the first military leader, but what can he do with Zhengao's iron cavalry? ?The heavens and the earth are beautiful, how many times can the Central Plains be depressed?

Zhengao people value warriors, not chivalrous men.Although there are people from Zhengao who also practice martial arts in the Central Plains, they haven't achieved much success.It's not that there are no Han people who are willing to be Zhengao's eagle dogs if they can hurt me.But I know the ins and outs of each of them, definitely not any of the two people that day.Not to mention that after the destruction of Qiongjing, the Zhengao people with the purest blood claimed to be the old blood of the Wanjun, and only this old blood of the Wanjun was able to enter the cowardice of the prince! "

I said, "Then what do you mean?"

Shen Zhi nodded his head slightly: "The man with the copper mask is probably a Han Chinese."

I knew he was going to say this, but I still didn't want to believe it: "Don't you think it's too arbitrary...?"

Shen Zhi snorted slightly and interrupted: "If it is arbitrary, why did we risk going down the cliff to search for the assassin's body that day? Although his face is completely different, we can always tell that his hair color is not red. This alone is not the old blood of the army. Red The felt jacket doesn't fit well either, so the owner should be a little shorter. And the colored ribbon on the Zhengao man's scimitar was tied on the wedding night by his wife. Zhengao was married at fourteen, so the assassin would not He looks like a young man, but the color is brand new, how can he pass it? Brother Qin, you saw this assassin fall to pieces that day, and you found all kinds of excuses to refuse to come to see him, but I never let it go."

I still wanted to resist: "There are as many loopholes as a sieve, why should they pretend to be Zhengao people?"

Shen Zhiwei looked tired, shook his head and sighed: "Senior Brother Qin... They pretend to be Zhengao people, and they may not be you and me. On the contrary, they still dare to attack in a hurry, nine out of ten because they think that you and I will definitely die, why bother?" Do it for the dead to see? You can only blame them for underestimating you."

He turned his head to the bustling crowd again: "If the assassin is really from Zhengao, how dare I mix in with the mob and go to the official card on the main road? Just because they are Han people, they dare not come and go here place to start."

It was as if I had chewed a bitter gall in my mouth, and a bitter taste dripped down my throat: "But the one who chased us all the way before was indeed Zhengao. I really don't understand! Why did it happen? Are there Han people who want to kill us? That’s why you didn’t return to Yuncheng? You think it’s Ying who wants to kill us, how can that make sense!”

Shen Zhiwei said: "Ying? Brother Qin, you should be more careful with your words, this is not a random word. Who said that the surname is Ying? But now there is only one place, and I can trust it." He frowned, and finally completed the difficult task. All the beef has been swallowed: "Zhuoxiu Villa."

If we want to go to Zhuoxiu, the distance must be several times longer. Even if we don't go to Guiyun, the enemy may not expect that we want to go back to the city directly.This game of cat and mouse makes my head explode when I think about it, but I can't stop thinking about it.With my head rolled away, I followed behind Shen Shiwei, reluctantly heading towards Guanyindu.

Guanyin Ferry is an official ferry, and those who have the means to cross the river all want to go to the rich and warm Tuonan Road, and the ferry is crowded.Refugees who have nothing to live on go down the dry road without money.

Speaking of it, there is still some porridge to drink in the shed of Mr. Wen in Guiyun City, but the rice donors are eating and drinking on the half-way where they don't touch the world or the ground.

It was only after I squeezed into the crowd that I discovered the real reason for the congestion.

There used to be several meritorious virtue pavilions beside the ferry to shelter the ferry passengers from the wind and rain, but now there are tall poles made of moso bamboo in front of each pavilion, with clusters of grape-like green-gray human heads hanging on the top.

It was freezing cold, the glue was broken, and the fingers fell off. The human head has not yet rotted, and it is not even smelly, but there is a terrible fishy smell wafting from afar.How can humans emit such a smell?It seems that in the demon atmosphere, the spirits of all things have long been alienated into fish and insects.

There is a notice on the wall of the pavilion.Although there was a ragged little official standing under the pole, he didn't seem to know how to read. It all depended on a few better-dressed ferrymen to read aloud to everyone.

I can't read traditional characters well, and I'm semi-literate, so I want to go up and listen.But Shen Zhiwei slapped him, and said impatiently: "Don't look, I'll tell you, just kill a few robbers."

If you hadn't seen it, how would you know it was a robber?

Although it is abominable not to allow the common people to light lamps, I can finish it with a few curses in my stomach, and there is no need to confront them.I left him, turned around and went to the river.

The ferry was also frozen, and the boatman rowed the boat, smashing the ice with mallets and crowbars.I also wondered how to cross the river when it was frozen before. I never thought that the solution would be so simple and rude.

I asked others, and they said that we were lucky, the ferry runs twice a day, and the first one passed in the morning, and it will be back soon.

People and animals were mixed by the river, and the stench of excrement and sweat was so thick that it was almost visible to the naked eye, churning against the ground.But compared to the fishy dead head behind me, I almost yearn for the breath of the train station during the Spring Festival.

Anyway, it is the smell of people and life.

Suddenly someone patted my shoulder heavily, and when I turned around, Ye Luguo was smiling at me with his rotten teeth: "Brother Liu, aren't you going to return to Yuncheng?"

I made a sloppy look: "I suddenly thought that Tuonan still has something to do, and I'm afraid I'll be back in Guiyun when I turn back, Lao Ye, we can be together again."

Fortunately, he has other exciting things at the moment, so he doesn't delve into what I said.Ye Luguo waved his hand towards the head: "Did you see it? I just counted and there are 89 heads!"

I said, "You said you killed the robbers?"

Ye Yingguo dismissively said: "Bandits? Those fleeing famine all over the place, who has never been a robber before, I have snatched a few moldy pancakes. This is not a robber. In front of them, the robber has to call his ancestors!" He lowered his voice: "This is rebellious!"

My spirits lifted, I turned around to look for Shen Shiwei.

Shen Zhiwei stood half a step behind me, staring at the withered and cold distant mountains, pretending not to hear what we said.

What are you trying to cover up!

I suppressed my beating heart: "Rebellion? Which way?"

Ye Yingguo said: "It's either from Wugeng Yaoziwo, or Tuonan Liu Datong on the opposite side. Don't care about the people, but what these uncles do, it's not wrong to hang their heads there." He swallowed his saliva, Then he dragged me towards him, and sprayed hot air on my face: "Do you know what they did? Half a month ago, the small yamen of Gongbei Pingzhang Shi chopped up dumpling stuffing for someone at the door of their house. They Do it!"

There was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and I just felt myself stuttering: "You, what are you talking about?"

Ye Yuguo beamed with joy: "Have you never heard of it? This small yamen went out to hunt, and brought a hundred or ten good men with him. As soon as he entered the official road, he was ambushed. It took several days to find them, and they were all stripped naked." Naked, chopped into seven or eight sections. We pay attention to a whole corpse, Master Zhengao pays attention to the heart in the cavity, not to mention the hundreds of people who were chopped into seven or eight sections, the heart in the cavity was also dissected Come out, I don’t know where to throw it to feed the wolves. Hehe, tell me, is it worth hanging your head there for such a big case?”

I couldn't listen to his nonsense for a long time, my mouth was dry, and I turned my head to the place where the head was hung.Before I took two steps, I heard Shen Zhiwei yelling from behind me: "Stop!" I turned around, and his eyes pierced like sharp scissors: "What he said is true."

I yelled, "But...!"

Shen Zhiwei ignored Ye Yuguo's surprise, strode forward, and dragged me to a corner where no one was around. I angrily shook off his hand: "Did you read the notice just now?"

Shen Shi's face was like still water: "Yes."

I said: "Shen Shiwei! You didn't tell me?! Who is it? Yes, it is..."

Shen Shi shook his head slightly: "I looked at the head carefully, but I didn't recognize him."

I said: "Even if there are, the number of people is not the same. Where did the 89 people come from that day? Could it be that it is really against..."

Shen Shiwei sneered and said, "That's not necessarily true. It's really rebellious. It's not so easy to catch. The son of the noble official is dead, and the murderer can't be caught for a while. There are always prisoners in the prison who can make up the number. It's not enough. The most convenient thing is that they can be killed everywhere. Refugees. Why not be rewarded and an example to others?"

"Damn it!" I yelled, "It's me..." I saw someone looking towards us and swallowed the volume like swallowing a piece of charcoal: "We killed him! "

Shen Shiwei didn't raise his eyelids: "So what? Brother Qin is going to surrender?"

I just felt a dagger stirring in my stomach, and asked with difficulty: "For this little fat man, how many people did the government kill?"

Shen Zhiwei looked at me, and after a while, he replied: "370 two. It was written on the notice that 370 two thieves killed 64 Zhengao warriors. Haha, Senior Brother Qin, the two of you and I are worth 370 two, so it counts." Do you have the courage of a thousand armies?"