nine words

Chu Jiuge felt that the man in front of him was unreasonable, maybe even out of his mind, and was thinking about driving him out, when suddenly an inexplicable strange feeling surged in his heart, and he couldn't analyze what was going on for a while.

Chu Jiuge kept an eye out, looked this man up and down, and found that he was wearing black cloth clothes. Because dyeing was very troublesome, cloth in ancient times was generally priced according to the color depth, such as Chu Jiu Ge always likes to wear plain clothes, not because he is a luthier and likes the image of a banished immortal in white clothes, but because he is poor and can only afford the cheapest white cloth.

But this man...

Chu Jiuge really doesn't think he looks like that kind of prominent person. Even though his long hair is combed high in a ponytail, he looks like a warrior who is not angry and arrogant, but Chu Jiuge still has a preconceived feeling. unusual.

But having said that, Chu Wangke's mind is not normal, there will always be a group of mentally retarded people in the world, and it is understandable for him to meet a few.

It's just that he didn't expect it.

Facing Chu Jiuge's disgust, the man in black did not express his opinion, and the expression on his face was also very stiff, as if covering a diaper, every frown, smile, joy, anger, sorrow and joy were not his own.

Chu Jiuge knew that this must not be a good thing. The family has money and is not normal. It will not be long before this person's family will send someone to look for him. If he is found to be mixed with him, don't make trouble?

Chu Jiuge secretly felt that something was wrong, put on his clothes quickly, and was about to open the door to find Xiao Er to throw the man out.

But when he turned his head to face the door, he realized what the strange feeling he just referred to.Because this man did not come in through the door, but through the window.

He just came to this room, so it is understandable that he is not familiar with the layout. Besides, sitting in the bathtub with his back to the door and taking a bath will only reduce his sense of direction. After thinking about this matter, now I suddenly think of it, and suddenly feel cold sweat.

When Chu Jiuge thought of this, he panicked all of a sudden. He really didn't know what to do. After all, as a piano player, he had never encountered such troublesome things before.

Looking at the man in black again, he was still drinking tea with his head bowed. Chu Jiuge secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This man didn't seem to want to hurt himself, but even an idiot has a reason for not going through the front door. , maybe he can't think of things too simply...

But obviously, Chu Jiuge doesn't want to get involved in all kinds of messy things. He just wants to find a safe place to live a stable life. If not, he won't leave Fengming Mountain. The most urgent thing now is to get out quickly. .

Just as Chu Jiuge was looking around, aiming at where his luggage was and how to get it so that he could leave the room as quickly as possible, the man in black said, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid there will be a fart. Although I am not afraid of death, I don't want to die either." As soon as the words came out, Chu Jiuge knew that he had been tricked. It turned out that the other party knew what he was thinking. If the man is not mentally retarded, then things will be even more difficult...

It wasn’t long before Chu Jiuge left Fengming Mountain. This happened in the territory of the first Ke country he passed by. It was obviously a bad start, and he had to go through two countries before Yan country. He is not Confucius, so he has nothing to do. He likes to travel around the world, if one accidentally gave away his wealth and life, what is the point of all he did?

"This is not the first time we have met." The man in black spoke again, which made the restless Chu Jiuge even more anxious. He pretended to be calm and walked to the guqin, trying not to tremble in his voice: "Thank you, if you If you like my piano sound, please give me a few more copper coins."

Chu Jiuge didn't know why he was so afraid. Is it the fear of the unknown future, or the fear of forgetting the past?Or maybe both...

Chu Jiuge knew that he had to break free from his messy thoughts as soon as possible, otherwise he might fall into a long-planned trap. This was what his intuition told him, but there was no basis for it.

Chu Jiuge knew very well that in his sealed memory, there must be some ulterior and shocking secrets, but he just didn't want to think about it.

The man in black stood up and leaned in front of Chu Jiuge, his eyes were sharp and terrifying, with a hint of persecution. "You know what I mean."

Chu Jiuge was even more dizzy. He hated the distance between the two, so he took a few steps back and raised his chin, so that he could look at the man who was taller than him as much as possible.

Chu Jiuge knows that in terms of strength, he is no match for those who practice martial arts, and in terms of momentum, he is also no match for people with higher education, but even if a person is poor, his ambition cannot be short. Fear of death, so never bow your head.

"You look exactly the same as you did six years ago, very much like that scheming and despicable villain Chang Lingge, I thought getting you out of the land of right and wrong would change your temper, it seems that I really underestimated you. "

The man in black paused every word, gnashing his teeth, as if he wanted to tear Chu Jiuge into pieces.

Chu Jiuge didn't know how this man knew about Chang Lingge, but it all showed that everything he had experienced so far could be connected together, and he finally understood that at that time Chang Lingge seemed impatient. The reasons for telling him about his background... just to force him away.

Forcing him to wander around the world, did he realize that Fengming Mountain was no longer safe, so he was let out for refuge, or was it because the time was ripe that he had to be released to work for Chang Lingge?

Chu Jiuge felt more and more that things had already exceeded his imagination.He shook his head fiercely, trying to find some key clues, but apart from dizziness, such behavior only had a blank memory.Chu Jiuge stroked his forehead, trying to escape, but knew he couldn't escape.He has long been a bird in a cage, but he has always naively thought that a small space is the whole sky, just like a frog at the bottom of a well.To this day, the space in the cage is also shrinking, trying to trap him to death, how can he get out?

"Who... are you?" Chu Jiuge asked with his head covered, and added randomly: "Or it would be more appropriate to ask who is the 'I' in your mouth?"

An expression of disbelief immediately appeared on the face of the man in black. He grabbed Chu Jiuge by the collar and asked, "What did that villain Chang Lingge do to you?!"

For some reason, when the matter developed to this point, Chu Jiuge no longer felt a little bit of fear. Instead, he was too calm and a little numb, looking dazed, not knowing what to say.

Even Chu Jiuge didn't know what happened, but his subconscious was telling him that there was no danger and no meaning.

Chu Jiuge almost raised his hands to surrender, what is going on?He really regrets now that he didn't ask Chang Lingge for clarification when he left Fengming Mountain.At that time, he left purely for self-protection, but now he is in danger instead, how ridiculous.

Seeing Chu Jiuge like this, the man in black also relaxed his grip. Chu Jiuge gradually stabilized his body before turning around and pulling out the collar from the man in black.

"You have misunderstood the person. Although I know Chang Lingge, he is not a despicable person, and he has lived in seclusion for a long time, and my relationship with him is not close." After speaking, he sat on the chair and used The dry cloth carefully wiped the guqin, from the body to the strings, gently wiping away every inch of dust.

"You really don't remember the past?"

"I don't know you before, why did you lie?"

The two of them stood in this silent stalemate for a long time, and I don't know how long it took. When Chu Jiuge slowly stood up to soak the dry cloth, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the room.The doors were all closed neatly, if it wasn't for the half-drunk teacup on the table, he might really have thought that it was a dream he had just had.

The man in black left, and the sense of tension disappeared. Chu Jiuge slumped on the couch, as if the world he knew had long since left him.

Chu Jiuge tried hard to recall, but he couldn't recall a single bit of the past. What overflowed in his mind was the ordinary life of relying on playing the piano to make ends meet day after day. It was boring, but he was content with stability.

He has never expected glory and wealth, but he was still robbed of the stability that he pursued with all his heart. Now, he has no way out. If he turns back, he can ask Chang Lingge for clarification...

Chu Jiuge felt that he seemed too innocent, because human beings are cunning animals. In this world, how many people can you find who are sincere to you?

Laughing at himself, Chu Jiuge silently looked at the guqin on the table.

That is the only friend he can talk to for comfort. Today, I am afraid that the only one who can accompany him to the poor and the dark is this guqin.

Chu Jiuge's heart is full of fear, not because he is alone, nor because he is a lost person, but because he has secretly felt the coming chaos...

Chu Jiuge knew that it would be a sleepless night. Even with a warm bed, he would not be able to sleep at all because of the unexpected visitor.

Called Xiao Er Duan to bring a pot of sake, filled the cups, looked at the bright moon outside the window, bathed in the cool breeze, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch."

Chu Jiuge smiled lightly. It seemed that he hadn't enjoyed drunkenness for a long time. At this time, for some reason, he just wanted to chant this poem.

When he woke up from the excruciating pain, his brain went blank. Facing the guqin beside him, his fingers seemed to be guided by something, and he was able to melodiously play a song "The Song of Flowers", followed by this poem.

Perhaps this is the only memory left to him by Yunyan in the past.

There is no greater tragedy in life than tragic forgetting.