Lang Jianghu

Letting go of Jin Qianfan's hand tightly wrapped around his waist, Jun Cheng quietly got out of bed, he was smiling but he couldn't laugh in his heart, Jin Qianfan said that he had seen almost all the doctors, but he still wanted to Try again.

Putting the written note on the white dove's leg, watching the shallow figure of the white dove drifting away in the sky, Jun Cheng no longer wants to be free.

When he met Jin Qianfan, he would never want to be free in his whole life.

Turning around and walking to the bed, Jun Cheng gently stroked Jin Qianfan's cheek.

Back then, he was playful, playful and radiant.

Today, at 22, he is still him.

Jun Cheng is willing to accompany him into the grave, but he cannot watch him enter the grave without being indifferent.

The hand was gently grasped, and the person watching became the person being watched. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "That's great."

"Ok?"

"I saw you as soon as I opened my eyes," Jin Qianfan said, hugged him on the bed by the waist, and rubbed his head back and forth.

"Stop making trouble, we agreed to go see that homeless man with Wenhua today." Jun Cheng said while pressing on his shoulder.

Jin Qianfan tilted his head, and sighed in distress, "I shouldn't just say it casually, now it's time to repay the debt!"

In the slum area, Wenhua didn't dare to go by himself, so Jin Qianfan said casually, "What are you afraid of! I'll accompany you!"

Jun Cheng got out of bed, turned his back to Jin Qianfan, the light in his eyes dimmed, and responded in a voice that Jin Qianfan couldn't hear, "Yes! You shouldn't just say it casually."

On the bed, Jin Qianfan stretched his waist, regained his energy, and said, "Just go! It's time to go for a walk!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted the quilt out of bed, dressed and washed... and stretched again.

In fact, Wenhua had been wandering outside the house for a long time at this time, he held the white porcelain bottle tightly, after thinking about it, he still planned to return it to Jin Qianfan, but he was afraid that Jin Qianfan would blame him, so he hesitated.

However, Jin Qianfan no longer needs this white porcelain bottle.

Wen Hua knocked lightly on the door and took a deep breath.

Jun Cheng put down Jin Qianfan's half-tied hair, stepped forward to open the door, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Wen Hua didn't enter the room, he hesitated, "That..."

Jin Qianfan listened with pricked ears, and at the same time tied up his hair in the mirror.

Hearing Wen Hua say, "Well... I came to deliver something. I found the white porcelain bottle that Mr. Jin was looking for a few days ago." He still didn't dare to tell the truth, and spread his hands to avoid Jun Cheng's gaze, showing The white porcelain bottle continued, "I don't know where he is, so this one..."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Qianfan in the room couldn't listen any longer, pushed open the door before his hair was tied up, took the porcelain bottle and threw it directly into the flower bed.

"......"scare!Wenhua trembled in surprise, "You, you, you are back! No, you, you, you, why did you throw it away!"

Jin Qianfan said, "Looking angry!"

Can you not be angry?

Some people go crazy after being drunk, some people sleep peacefully after being drunk, and when he is drunk... he directly cripples his martial arts.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child!

Without martial arts, he would not be able to win the lonely boat, and he would not be able to get back the silver gun on the snow mountain.

Without Ice Soul and Snow Soul, he would be worthless in the Tarantula Sea, unable to be Fang Zhushui's arm.

Without martial arts, he can't even protect himself, let alone protect others.

Even if the only way to get rid of loneliness is to do exercises, he still has ten thousand reasons why he can't do exercises.

Jin Qianfan secretly looked at Jun Cheng, and let out his anger quietly.

When he was drunk, Jin Qianfan couldn't remember anything.

It is said that "tell the truth after drinking", and the truth is not from the heart.

Those [-] reasons were all left behind by him!

These ten thousand reasons are not as good as the one reason of "touching him".

Even though he regretted it more than once after waking up, he shouldn't have been drinking.

But it cannot be denied that he is the most real when he is drunk.

For four years in Star Valley, he had never drunk a drop of alcohol, no matter how sad he was, he had no idea of ​​using alcohol to relieve his sorrow.

But just a "touch", such a simple and ordinary word, made him collapse.

Jun Cheng came over and grabbed Jin Qianfan's hair on tiptoe and said, "Your hair!"

Jin Qianfan lowered his head, feeling Jun Cheng's fingers running over his head, his eyes fell on the tip of his shoes, the snow-white shoes were stained with mud.

Forget it, let me be selfish for a while, and at the end of my life, live for myself!

Not Gu Zhou's adopted son, not Fang Zhushui's arm, not Jin Fengqiao's son.

It's just Jin Qianfan, a person who loves and is loved.

The three of Jin Qianfan walked into the slums, and what they saw was the crowded streets, dilapidated crowds, and painful and sad coughs could be faintly heard from the rooms on the left and right.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Walking to the home of the homeless man, Jin Qianfan and Jun Cheng knocked lightly on the door, and a hoarse and long-pitched voice accompanied by a painful cough came from the room, "Please come in. !"

Wenhua was still a little hesitant, and took small steps slowly to fall behind, but was grabbed by Jin Qianfan, "Go in!"

Wenhua glared at Jin Qianfan complainingly, sighed inaudibly, straightened his collar, pondered for a while, pushed the door and walked over.

Jin Qianfan and Jun Cheng followed behind, walked into the house, and saw a tall and thin man walking with difficulty while holding on to the table. The man was only two or three years old, just in his prime, but unexpectedly Weak.

The man raised his head and saw the person coming and said in surprise, "It's you!"

The man was a little excited, and without holding on to the table, he turned his head tremblingly and walked away, "Ahem! What are you doing here again! See if I'm dead! Ahem!"

Wenhua didn't speak, and was silent for a while before saying, "I'm sorry!"

"..." The man stopped and turned his head in surprise, "You, you, what are you talking about?"

Wenhua took a deep breath, bowed deeply, and said loudly, "I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

The man was surprised for a while, but he had regained his composure. He looked at Wenhua motionless, and didn't say a word except for the unavoidable cough, and Wenhua kept bowing motionless.

Jin Qianfan and Jun Cheng didn't say a word behind them, but from their side, Wen Hua's body was already trembling slightly, even though he was bent over, his back was still tense.

Jin Qianfan clenched his fists and sweated for Wenhua. He was really worried that he would not be able to stand up and beat the man up again. Although his internal strength was gone, the moves were still there. Be prepared first. If Wenhua really He couldn't help it, so he could stop it.

But after a long time, Wenhua and the man remained in a stalemate, and the man let out his breath and said, "Get up! Cough cough, I forgive you, cough cough."

Jin Qianfan let go of his fist and heaved a sigh of relief, wondering why he was so worried!

Wen Hua straightened up and replied softly, "Thank you".

The man said, "Ahem, sit down!" Wanting to take the teapot on the table, Wenhua quickly picked it up and said, "Let me do this!" Then he ran away in a hurry.

Jin Qianfan smiled and said, "Just let him do it, you should have a good rest!"

The man said to Jin Qianfan and Jun Cheng, "Please sit down, ahem, I don't know how to address you?"

Jin Qianfan pointed to Jun Chengdao, "You're welcome, just call him Xiaoshu, and just call me Xiaojin."

Jin Qianfan sat down with the man and asked, "What about you?"

"Cough cough, Lei, cough cough, Lei Li."

Jun Cheng had been frowning just now, and when Jin Qianfan and Lei Li were almost polite, he suddenly asked, "Why do the young people here seem to be seriously ill?"

Jin Qianfan was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized, "Just say it's weird, so it's like this. We walked all the way just now, and most of them are young and middle-aged!"

Lei Li sighed remorsefully, and said, "Speaking of it, I really regret it!"

Lei Li said word by word, while coughing painfully, tears streaming down his face.

It turned out that all of this was related to the shop selling ceramics that Jin Qianfan bumped into when he first arrived in Taocheng.

As we all know, pottery clay is needed for the production of pottery.

The ceramics in this ceramic shop all come from a porcelain mine outside Taocheng Mountain.

The porcelain clay there is very rich, it can be said that it was born for the production of ceramics, and the wages for recruiting workers there are also very rich. Lei Li followed several people and went there. A small fortune.

I thought that I would come back to open a small stall after earning money and marry a wife, and my life would be good, but who would have thought that not only did the money earned not stay to make his life better, but he even owed a lot of debts.

Take it all for treatment.

The doctor was helpless, and the friends who went there together collapsed and died one by one. Lei Li knew that he was also dying.

"What's wrong with that mine?" Jin Qianfan asked.

Lei Li shook his head and said, "I don't know, ahem, but the people here, ahem, have all worked in that mine, ahem, they must have something to do with that mine."

Jun Cheng asked, "Didn't the government investigate?"

Wenhua came back from boiling water, listened for a while, and said, "It must have been stuffed with money! That mine must be illegal!"

Jun Cheng asked again, "How are the bodies of those dead people placed?"

Lei Li coughed twice and said, "The government has collected them, I don't know where to put them."

Jin Qianfan said, "That's why they are guilty!" Looking at Jun Cheng, he said, "If the government doesn't investigate, let's go!"

Jun Cheng nodded and said, "Okay! But there's not much hope. If their bodies can't be found, they won't know the cause of their death. And... probably cremated a long time ago."

Jin Qianfan pondered for a while and said, "There is another place."

Jun Cheng smiled knowingly, "Is that the mine?"

Jin Qianfan said, "Those who know me are inherited by the king."

Late at night, moonless, silent.

Jin Qianfan and Jun Cheng were scrolling through books in the room, when they heard a knock on the door, they turned their heads and saw that Lian Mingyuan and Ning Jingming were wearing night clothes, with a person on their backs.

They put the person down, Jin Qianfan quickly closed the door, looked down, only to see a pale, dead person.

Ning Jingming said, "Brother and I just arrived there, and we happened to see them cremating the corpses, and we stole two."

Jin Qianfan looked at one of them, a skinny [-] or [-]-year-old boy, feeling distressed "so small".

Jun Cheng sighed, took out a small knife from the table, and said, "I'm going to start."

Jin Qianfan was silent for a while and asked, "Are you...are you going to disembowel someone?"

Jun Chengdao, "What else?" He shook his head to the side and said, "If you don't like it, just stand to the side and don't bother me."

Jin Qianfan "Eh... Otherwise, I'd better look at you!" Before he finished speaking, Jin Qianfan subconsciously widened his eyes when he saw Jun Cheng slash through him.

It's cruel...

Jun Cheng examined it carefully for a while, then pointed to the two lungs in the boy's body, "Look, what's the difference between these lungs and stones."