The rivers and lakes can't stand it

Having known Feng Manlou for so many years, Qiu Zhuoxue considers herself to be one of the people who understand him best in the world.

Of course he knew that Feng Manlou was a very unexpected man.

After all, if anyone with Fengmanlou's ability and family background doesn't know when his death will come, he will definitely become crazy, but Fengmanlou is calmer than anyone else, he has even accepted his unfortunate fate Destiny never resented heaven or envied others for this.

A person like Feng Manlou will inevitably see through many things and become very open-minded, and his speech and behavior will naturally be very different from ordinary people.

However, what happened today was more or less open-minded than Qiu Zhuoxue could accept.

The sun is not bad today, the wind and snow have stopped, it is a rare good weather, the trees on both sides of the road are growing jaggedly, the sky and the earth are vast, no one comes or goes.

Every step Feng Manlou took was very light, only a little bit fell on the snow, if there was a wind blowing, even this would be gone; Qiu Zhuoxue's lightness skill was originally stronger than his, but at this moment it fell heavily on the snow On the ground, leaving a series of footprints.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Feng Manlou said suddenly.

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed softly: "You can see this?"

He has always been kind, and his words are seldom so harsh, Feng Manlou couldn't help but startled for a while, he was not used to it for a while.

"For what just happened?"

Qiu Zhuoxue stopped talking.

The two walked silently in the snow, Feng Manlou's footsteps became heavier, and the footprints on the snow gradually became two people's. After a while, Qiu Zhuoxue said softly: "I'm not angry with you, It’s just that people’s words are terrible, although it is said that the hearts of the people make the city, but the mouth of the mouth makes the gold..."

He didn't go on.

Of course Feng Manlou understands what this means. Although he has lived in the mountains for a long time, he is not completely isolated from the world. What's more, he is 27 years old this year, not the seven-year-old boy back then.

What kind of ending this news will bring is not completely unpredictable.

"Zhuoxue, how many days do you think I have to live?" Feng Manlou waited for Qiu Zhuoxue, then suddenly asked again.

Qiu Zhuoxue said nothing, this question is too cruel for a friend.

Snow began to fall in the sky again, the sun's brilliance faded slightly, Feng Manlou walked side by side with Qiu Zhuoxue, his voice sounded calm and flat as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "Why are you so afraid of death? It is doomed, and no one can escape."

"I have lived in the mountains for a long time without being disturbed by anyone. I don't think these rumors will have a more serious impact on me than my heart disease."

No matter how Feng Manlou's swordsmanship is, no matter what Feng Manlou's family background is, when people think of his heart disease, they can't help showing pity on their faces, and the manipulative emotions and desires seem to suddenly become rare treasures.

Everyone can have it, except Fengmanlou.

If a person cannot laugh and cry according to his own mind, he is no different from a dead person.

But Fengmanlou is still trying to live, he still spends every day peacefully, and calmly faces those pity and sympathy eyes.

Qiu Zhuoxue stared at him: "Because of this, I don't want to..."

"Me too, I don't want you to experience what I have experienced." Feng Manlou said flatly, "You should know that since the day I was seven years old, there has been a room in Zhuangzi dedicated to storing coffins for more than 20 years. , has been changed ten times, just so that I don't appear to be too hasty when I go."

Qiu Zhuoxue's tears were almost about to fall.

"If such rumors go out, I may have to prepare another coffin for you. After all, you may not come to mourn the funeral, but to attend the funeral."

Qiu Zhuoxue: "..."

Although he understood what Feng Manlou meant, he didn't know what to say all of a sudden.

He even had to admit that what Feng Manlou said made sense.

The rumors that the two love each other will spread to the end, they must live together and die together, even if Qiu Zhuoxue himself refuses to "die for love", in the hearts of all the people in the rivers and lakes, they will cover him with a coffin and put him to death. Completely treat him as a widow who is full of wind.

Qiu Zhuoxue's face couldn't help twisting.

"You come here every year, and the medicines you bring are different, and all of them are hard-to-find magic medicines, and you are afraid that the medicines will be too strong, and most of them are medicines that strengthen the body, nourish the heart and nourish the heart and lungs. I know, if you are willing If you sell it, I'm afraid that many people in the world will owe you a favor after spending money." Feng Manlou didn't care about his expression, and quickly continued, "The doctor who can make these medicines, in the There are not many in this world, and it may be even more difficult to collect medicinal herbs. But I have never been able to do anything for you."

He was not a talkative person.

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed softly: "You are my friend."

"You are my friend too."

Qiu Zhuoxue has nothing to say, and he also knows that there is no need to say anything. He is willing to pay for his friends, so shouldn't friends pay for him?

Although... it's a bit too much to pay.

Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong?" Feng Manlou asked.

Qiu Zhuoxue shook her head and sighed: "I'm just thinking, if I meet someone I like in the future, and she suddenly says, I don't dare to follow Feng Manlou as a rival in love, what will that scene look like? How dare I be with you in this world? There are not many people who are enemies, and after much deliberation, I can still pick out one who is more confused, and I am afraid that there are no women at all."

Feng Manlou was stunned for a moment, he hadn't thought of this at all.

And Qiu Zhuoxue just laughed loudly: "Friend, friend, you are open-minded by nature, which is a good thing, but if you meet a woman you like in the future, don't tell her that I have prepared your coffin."

He regained his former ease and joy, his feet naturally became lighter, and he walked forward without touching any snow.

Feng Manlou: "..."

Although Qiu Zhuoxue is a good friend who is hard to find even with a lantern in the world, but sometimes he is wicked, and it is really a bit hateful.

The matter can be said to have been resolved, or it can be said that there is still one person to be resolved.

Yang Qing was waiting for them on the railing of the corridor, anxious.

When he saw Qiu Zhuoxue coming back with Feng Manlou, although he was puzzled, he still breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the two came back with good hands, which is enough to show that the other party is not too dangerous an enemy.

"Brother Qiu!" Yang Qing ran over, and he looked at Feng Manlou again, "Brother Feng, it's great that you are all fine! Did you beat the bad guys away?"

His face was full of joy and concern, without any falsehood.

Feng Manlou frowned slightly: "Bad guy?"

"Yes." Yang Qing nodded, "Brother Qiu told me on the road that he has many enemies. I didn't expect these enemies to be so courageous that they dared to come to the door in broad daylight."

Qiu Zhuoxue felt that she had figured out some reasons for Yang Qing's misunderstanding: "Why do you think he is my enemy?"

"Then why did Brother Qiu chase you out as soon as you saw him?" Yang Qing looked at him puzzled.

Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly understood a little bit, he should have understood that for an innocent and simple child, the world is simple, he sighed softly, but he didn't intend to defend Yan Wuhen.

Because he has more important things to ask now.

The author has something to say:

Some readers may not be very clear about the difference between mourning and mourning, so let’s talk about it here.

Condolences: Refers to neighbors, friends, etc. who go to mourning homes to express condolences and pay homage to the deceased, basically as guests.

Funeral: It refers to the funeral of relatives (mostly elders) who rush back from other places to take care of the funeral, in the identity of the host.