The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

Early cold.

This year's winter is earlier than in previous years, and the fine snow is already falling on the corners and alleys. Whether it is forward, backward, left or right, it is a large area of ​​plain white that wraps the picture in the field of vision, even the evergreen pine trees on the mountain ,No exception.

When Li Mo pushed open the door, the cold wind mixed with snow hit his face, and the unhealed frostbite seemed to be split open again under such torment.

He went out with a basket of eggs. Along the way, the coldness froze his thin body in old clothes, and the blood on his feet seemed to have stopped flowing, and he didn't feel much anymore.

There are very few pedestrians on the road, and it looks a little cold.The weather is too cold, not many people will choose to go out when the snow is blowing.

But Li Mo was different, he not only had to go out in this windy and snowy hour, but also had to rush to Song Si's house on the street a moment later.

There was another violent and merciless cold wind, and at the same time as it poured into the collar, he felt that the frostbite on his face began to bleed, and there was pain.But he didn't dare to neglect the journey under his feet.

When he arrived at Song Si's house, a big yellow dog stared at him at the door, its red tongue sticking out made him a little afraid.

He grasped the basket in his hand tightly, the things in it were the things he wanted to use to repay the debt this time, there must be no accidents.

In the half-open door, a middle-aged man's face was revealed, and when he saw someone coming, he scolded the dog to make way, so Li Mo walked cautiously to the door.

He cleared his throat, but the wind and snow had froze him severely, his voice was a bit stale, and he said, "Master, let me go in and see my father."

The man glanced at the thin young man, frowned and said disgustedly: "Why did you come here so late, come in quickly, and see your father!"

After receiving the pardon, the boy entered the door.

Four people came into view, two tall and strong men and a beautiful woman, and the last one was Li Mo's father.

The person who opened the door for him was Song Si, the owner of this room.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace was burning, and the blazing fireworks ignited the warmth. The moment Li Mo entered the room, he felt a sense of relief. This warm room was much better than his leaky and windproof room.

But the joy of one moment was immediately overwhelmed by the anxiety of the next.

Li Mo came this time to redeem his father.

The two tall and strong men stared straight at him, their eyes full of mockery, and even the woman looked at him with a smile, which was of course a mockery.

As for Li Mo's father, he was bound and gagged, and lay half dead on the table. Beside the table was a kitchen knife gleaming coldly.

Li Mo swallowed his saliva with difficulty, tightly holding the basket in his hand, his heart beating violently.

This woman, Liu Xiaoxiao, is a well-known funeral star in the town. She has been married three times and has lost three husbands. However, she is good-looking, and although she behaves badly, there are still men who are in a daze who want her.

But after her husband died three times, Liu Xiaoxiao never married again. The year before last, she went out to hang out, and brought two men with her when she came back. She called one of them the eldest brother, and the other was the second brother.

The three of them and Song Si, who provided the shop stalls, opened a small gambling shop in the town, and started a business that harmed the villagers.However, it is normal for men with itchy hands to gamble in Fangzi.

And from the beginning, Li Mo's father was one of these normal people.

But later, he gambled bigger and bigger, and the more he gambled, the more he lost.

Therefore, it seemed logical that Li Mo was forced to come this time.

Liu Xiaoxiao glanced at the basket of eggs in the boy's hand, and said with a smile, "Son, don't fool me with these things."

At the same time, one of the men picked up the knife with a smile on his face.

Li Mo glanced at his struggling father, then at Song Si who was expressionless, and finally turned his gaze to the smiling three people gathered together. There was a trace of redness in his eyes, and he carefully put down The basket of eggs knelt down to several people, and said in the mouth: "Good job!"

The woman shook her head and said: "It's not good, it's not good these years, at least I think so, but..."

There was a sly gleam in her eyes, but the young man mistakenly regarded it as soft-hearted, and hurriedly asked, "What?"

The woman let out a "haha" and said, "I know that the mansion in the city will show kindness to you." At the same time, the woman waved her hand lightly, and the two men clenched their fists, half-standing up .

Hearing this, Li Mo hurriedly took a few steps back, looked at his father again, gritted his teeth and ran away from the door!

"Chasing?" a man asked.

The woman shook her head and said, "Let him think for himself."

Another man said: "No, look at his reaction, even if he thinks about it for ten days, he still refuses."

The woman smiled and said, "Okay, then go and drag him back."

The bound man lay on the table and shed hot tears. At this moment, he really tasted what it means to regret.

When Li Mo fled through the door, the big yellow dog jumped up and almost bit him, but at this moment, his legs were so fast that he left the big yellow dog behind him.

The heart in his chest seemed to be about to burst, and the cold wind opened a new hole in his face as he ran again. Occasionally, a few passers-by saw him running wildly, and at most shook their heads and sighed.

He ran all the way, not knowing how long he had been running, and he didn't stop until he lost his sense of his feet.

The moment he stopped, he felt a little dazed.

A few plants grew on the winding stone steps in front of me, and the house standing on the short stone steps seemed lonely, so cold that it almost lost its popularity.I heard that this old house on North Street has been unoccupied for a long time, but it was bought by a man in May.

Seemingly hearing the chasing shouts of the men behind him, he gritted his teeth and quickly went up the stone steps.

The room is not small, but it is a bit simple and humble. From the small courtyard to the front hall, it is empty.

Li Mo was looking for a place to hide, but there was a voice that seemed to keep calling in his ears, constantly tempting him to go deeper and deeper.

He felt that he was bewitched by a demon, and what happened later really proved this point.

He wiped the blood on his face, swallowed his saliva, and walked towards the inner room.

"Don't go any further," his reason told him.

"Go on, look for it." The seductive voice repeated in my ears like this.repeatedly.

His dazed head became a little uncomfortable, and he stepped into the inner room with gentle steps.After carefully lifting the door curtain, he thought he had bumped into the Bodhisattva that A Niang was talking about when she was alive.

Why do you say that, because Li Mo's perception of Bodhisattva is the most beautiful incarnation in the world.

What did Li Mo see?

A thin man was cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed as if he was meditating. It was a cold day, but he was only wearing a red robe. Li Mo could even clearly see the snow-colored skin exposed under the loose clothes.

The man is very beautiful, even if he only closes his eyes, but from the long crow's eyelashes and the curvature of the corners of the eyes, it can be inferred that he should have a pair of charming eyes, not to mention, his facial features are so beautiful, although cold, it is amazing A series of articles emerged.

In the cold weather, Li Mo saw fine beads of sweat gushing out from the man's forehead, and he even noticed that the man's body seemed to be trembling slightly.Moreover, he was so peaceful, as if he didn't feel the slightest disturbance from anyone coming.

Li Mo felt that his head was becoming more difficult to use, and all the previous fear and despair had been thrown away. Now he only had one thought, stretching out his hand to wipe the man's sweat.

Just wipe off the sweat.

He muttered inwardly, and stretched out his hand.

Zaohan, on this day, Li Mo met his destined Bodhisattva, at least he thought so.In the future, this idea has not changed.