Lord, I will write novels to support you

When Tang Ke returned to the small house in ruins, his tears had been dried by the cold wind on the road.

He picked out some valuable things from the packed things, packed a small bundle, didn't dare to stay for a while, rushed to the city, and found the cheapest inn next to the bookstore to stay temporarily.

There were still two days left in the leave he took for liquidated damages last time, and he decided to take advantage of this gap to find a new house as soon as possible.

The small house he bought was inexplicably demolished. If it was in the past, Tang Ke might not hesitate to report it to the officials, but Guan Zhong did it under the authorization of Zhu Wenzhen, so he could only admit it.

Tang Ke lay on the hard bed in the inn with one leg bent, his head resting on his arm, staring at the dark beams in a daze.

He doesn't have any money left, and the few copper coins left are barely enough for the accommodation expenses for the past few days. He just asked the bookstore to advance his salary for a few months, and there will be no income for the next period of time. Renting a house, still lacking a deposit.

He still had the gold ingots that Zhu Wenzhen gave him in his luggage, and he had to find a time to return them back to Luming Villa quietly in the past two days.

Thinking of Zhu Wenzhen, I began to feel distressed again.

Tang Ke turned over irritably, and stared at a piece of wall skin that was about to fall off on the dusty wall with wide eyes. After a long time, the hot eye sockets cooled down, and he dared to blink carefully.

The cheap inn is poorly built, and the doors and windows are not closed tightly. When the outside guests pass by in the corridor, they step on the ground and creak, and there are even the sound of talking and laughing.

In the night of insomnia, the sound seems to be infinitely amplified.

Tang Ke sat up, rubbed his messy hair, tied his hair in a bun casually, put on a cloak and turned down the stairs, bought two jars of wine, and carried them to the roof.

It was windy at night and there was no moon, and the few rays of light leaking from the inn barely illuminated the outline of the surroundings.

Tang Ke sat in the wind and took a few sips of wine.

The cheapest wine in the inn, the alcohol is full of water, has no fragrance at all, rolls down the throat, bitter and astringent.

When the sky was slightly bright, there was an early morning stall on the side of the road, a husband and wife stall.

The man bent down and stirred the charcoal fire in the stove twice, the bellows opened, and sporadic flames sprang out. He raised his neck and hid backwards, but was seen by his wife who was standing next to him, and turned around and scolded him with a smile. Two sentences.

The man also laughed, replied a few words, stood up, used his sleeve to wipe the flour on his wife's forehead, and was scolded by his wife again, maybe because he disliked the charcoal dust on his sleeve, the man didn't care, and wiped harder Yes, my wife giggled.

Tang Ke drank up the two altars of wine and sat on the roof, staring at the two for a long time.

If he didn't like Xiang'er, he might be able to live such a life.

If he didn't like Xiang'er...

There is no such if.

Tang Ke turned over from the roof, asked about the situation of the rental houses near the innkeeper, planned the route, and asked each family.

Without revealing his identity and without a penny deposit, it is almost impossible to rent a house in the capital. As expected, Tang Ke got nothing after a whole day.

It was getting late, Tang Ke bought two steamed buns on the side of the road and swallowed them without any taste. He went back to the inn, washed up and lay on the bed, still sleepless.

I want to go downstairs to buy wine again.

But even if it was the cheapest wine in the inn, drinking two jugs every night would not be enough for his current few copper coins.

Tang Ke fumbled for the money bag at his waist, and his fingers were touched by the edges and corners of the gold ingot. Some thoughts he shouldn't have came rushing in like a river with a gate opened.

For a moment, Tang Ke hoped that someone would break his leg, so that he wouldn't disobediently run to Luming Mountain Villa.

But no such person exists, Tang Ke's legs and feet are still agile, and his kung fu of flying over eaves and walls is still excellent.

Consciousness is dull, but the body is honest.

When Tang Ke came back to his senses, he was already on the roof opposite the study in Luming Mountain Villa.

He hid behind the ridge and looked in the direction of the stone table in the courtyard outside the study.

Zhu Wenzhen filled the octagonal stone table with food and snacks as usual, half of the lamps on the table had been extinguished, and there was a tall stack of small books beside the table, which was covered with dead leaves.

The thin and thin figure sat at the table, motionless like a stone statue.

He hung his head, his cheeks and ear tips were red from the cold, his nose was red and swollen, like a deer in the snow, his eyes were half down, his eyes were distracted, and his eyes fell on the cat ear mask held in his hand. The thick and stretched eyelashes were wet with tears, sticking into clusters, and large teardrops kept rolling down from the top, dripping on the cat ear mask, wetting the paper mask until it deformed.

The courtyard was very quiet, and his cries were silent.

Tang Ke understood what it was like to be heartbroken.

He seemed to see someone stabbing his heart with a dagger, turning the blade and stirring it constantly, smashing the flesh and blood into mud, and still refused to stop. He looked up and found that the person holding the dagger was none other than himself.

Tang Ke's fingers gripping the roof tiles were tightly closed, and the glazed tiles in his palm shattered, and two pieces rolled down the eaves, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhu Wenzhen suddenly raised his head and looked towards the opposite roof. His vision was blurred and he couldn't see the situation on the roof clearly.

"Xiao Ke..."

Zhu Wenzhen stood up suddenly, ran towards the place where the broken tiles fell, stopped under the eaves, looked up at the ridge of the roof, "Xiao Ke, you are here, aren't you?"

"Xiao Ke," Zhu Wenzhen pulled out his saber from his waist, and hacked hard towards the eaves. The bricks, tiles and rubble fell down and splashed all over his body, "I apologize to you, and I will correct everything I did wrong, okay, Xiao Ke?" -"

Tang Ke didn't know how he escaped back to the inn, but he made up his mind never to set foot in Luming Mountain Villa again.

Seeing Tang Ke coming back, the waiter in the shop straightened up from the side of the wine jar, "Guest officer, do you want to taste the new wine tonight—"

Xiaoer was stunned halfway through his speech, and stared blankly at Tang Ke with his wine ladle in his hands. He didn't expect such a stern, seven-foot man to cry like this...

Tang Ke endured it all night, and the next day he ran all day with his eyes swollen, but he still couldn't find anyone willing to rent him a house.

After the vacation was over, Tang Ke went back to the bookstore early in the morning and observed in the dark for a long time. He didn't see Zhu Wenzhen's carriage, so he couldn't tell whether he felt more relaxed or lost.

When he went upstairs, Wu Liangsheng gave him a slap in the face.

"Are you asking for leave to carry out an assassination? After two days of seeing each other, you have become so inhuman? What's going on?"

Tang Ke didn't know where to start, so he opened his mouth, wanting to ask Wu Liangsheng if he could help him find a place to stay, but in the end he couldn't ask, so he decided not to bother his boss about such a private matter, at worst, he would sleep in the common room of the bookstore.

Wu Liangsheng stared at his swollen and bloodshot eyes for a long time, and asked, "What happened? Is it the little shell? You two separated?"

Tang Ke didn't speak, took out the manuscript paper, and stared at the box of pen and ink set on the table absentmindedly.

Wu Liangsheng patted him on the shoulder, "My condolences."