On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

Ding Zhiwei finally returned to Yucheng.

I found a random inn to rest for a while, and planned to go east from Yucheng tomorrow, and I have already finished walking west from Yucheng.Yucheng is the central hub station, and the four directions must pass through here to penetrate, so Yucheng has always had a good economy.

It has only rained heavily today, and the air is somewhat moist and refreshing.The cold wind blows outside the window, and the old and ruined windows of the inn hit the wall with a "popping" sound, disturbing people can not be clean.

A round wooden table, a small bed huddled in the corner, with water-blue mattresses, the candlelight lit at night illuminates this dimly lit small room in an orange-yellow haze.The stove was placed in front of the bed, baking the cold bed, and the time when I came out of the bathtub was exactly the right time for the bed to be warmed.

If it is extremely difficult to find such a sad-looking inn in Yucheng, Ding Zhiwei and others won the first prize, so they will arrive in Yucheng before the Naruto Festival, and go to the slightly bustling places I asked, the inn rooms were all full, and finally I had to find such an inn with few guests on weekdays as a foothold.

Fortunately, the male protagonist and the young apprentice did not intend to complain or object.

Ding Zhiwei climbed out of the bathtub and put on a snow-white silk pajamas with a fox down layer on the outside.It's going to snow.

Walking to the window, looking at the darkness outside, sighing slightly, the days go by so fast, he has been here for several months.

I don't know how the father and Juemin are doing, whether the father has reported to the police that a son is missing, and whether Juemin has fulfilled his dream.Now that he is not here, Juemin should have taken his place as the chairman wished. He is such an excellent person, I believe he will climb to a higher place in the near future.

He has always had great confidence in Juemin.

And I am afraid that I will never go back to my current appearance.But Dad is such a forgetful person, he will drink and forget to find him in the end, or give up looking for him to enjoy his old age.This is good for the old man, he doesn't need to wash his face with tears every day, after all, it's too hard to wait for someone who will never go back.

As for Juemin.Find a good wife and give birth to a few big fat babies to live a fulfilling and happy life. When he is not busy, he will have a grave for him on Qingming Festival. He is also satisfied.

Dad and his brother are doing well, and he has no other important people, so that's fine.

Nights are usually more sensational, Ding Zhiwei couldn't help but wryly smiled, when will all this end.

He is in this unfamiliar place, and no one can even understand his thoughts and ideas from modern times. He can't understand, can't communicate, can't communicate, so that he can't trust each other.Even the male protagonist who tortured Luo Jichen so badly in the original book became the person he was most familiar with here.

The moon in the sky was very bright, and the silver light from the ground seemed to have covered Yucheng with a snow coat. Ding Zhiwei was bathed in this light, and the coldness gradually climbed to the corners of his brows and eyes.The field is very depressed, the flow of people is pitifully small, and the occasional barking of dogs is still a hundred meters away.

Ding Zhiwei wondered if it was because the surroundings were too quiet that he seemed so empty and felt so lonely in his heart.

"Dong dong." There was a gentle knock on the door.

Ding Zhiwei gathered his collar to wrap himself up. If he didn't pay attention, the cold wind that came through accidentally would give him goosebumps.