[Comprehensive martial arts] The correct domestication method of the first killer

The night was as cold as water, Lu Xiaofeng lingered in Baihualou for several days, brought several jars of fine wine and left.

Su Muzhe counted the remaining inventory, and there is still a lot left, but it is not a long-term solution to sit and eat like this. If this business wants to continue for a long time, it must not only reduce expenditure, but also increase revenue.

But open source is easy to say, but it is difficult in practice. Su Muzhe can only do two things, one is brewing wine, the other is killing people, and he can't even figure out the calculation. He just divides the money in hand into two One is for daily expenses, and the other is saved to buy wine-making materials.

The money in the account is far from the amount he needs.

Silently put away the account books, he leveled several cabinets, took out quilts and spread them on top, the cabinets where things were stored during the day became his bed at night, anyway, he was good at kung fu, and he was not afraid of being stolen by others.

The quilt is very thin, and the quilt is even thinner. Lying on it, my back hurts. When I turn over, I can hear the creaking of the wooden boards under me. I put a sum of money on the thick quilt, and the thin daily money has shrunk greatly in an instant. .

Distraught but did not dare to move, afraid of accidentally sleeping on the cabinet collapsed, Su Muzhe planned to sleep on the roof of Baihualou in winter, Huamanlou is a very nice person, presumably he would agree to his request .

The wind was much stronger today than in the past, he shrank his face into the quilt and closed his eyes.

……

There is light at the end of darkness, the light of the boat.

It was still the same dream, the actor was babbling and singing an unknown tune, he was forced to sit on the seat, and the woman with heavy make-up smiled and poured wine into his mouth, the poor quality wine was so sour in his mouth that he wanted to vomit , The wine choked into the trachea, he coughed uncomfortably, but when he opened his mouth, more wine poured in.

He wanted to refuse, but his hands and feet moved like a turtle in vain, whimpering in his throat, and then there was laughter, the flower girl was laughing, and the guests were laughing too, the smiling faces were distorted in memory, and they were hideous like ghosts in the dream.

They were laughing, and after the laughter... that's right, it was wine, the wine poured down from the pocket, and the big bucket poured it on him like he didn't want money. His body was full of wine, and his nose and mouth were also full of wine .

The laughter in my ears was louder, the music disappeared, the voices disappeared, only the piercing laughter remained, piercing into my mind sharply, like a needle piercing a balloon, and all the memories stored in it were released at once Light, but the needle is still shining brightly, and the pain is unbearable.

So curled up to resist the pain, resist the invasion of water from the outside...

Water, after having fun, the lights turn off and the music stops. Wherever it came from, it goes back. Dead fish are fished out of the water, and drunk fish are thrown back into the water. The end of consciousness is endless water, endless laughter, Endless suffocation.

dying soon...

However, he is still alive. Su Muzhe quietly spent a few seconds to adjust his breath. This dream has happened countless times. As soon as he closes his eyes, he follows him like a shadow. No matter how uncomfortable he is, he has to learn to adapt. You see, he doesn't even sweat will come out.

Besides, there were more urgent matters at the moment, he jumped down from the cabinet, flexibly untied the slipknot on the post, and put down the oilcloth covering his head.

It's raining.

The wind is strong, and his small stall with an oilcloth on top of a few pillars will collapse when the wind blows. It is better to tear off the oilcloth to cover up the property.

Lightning flashed in the sky, thunder roared, and the wind whistled through the trees like laughter.

Su Muzhe froze, and then he was busy packing things like a normal person, compacting the four corners of the tarpaulin with heavy objects to prevent it from being blown by the wind.

The rain was too heavy, and he was drenched in a few seconds. Hiding under the eaves of Baihualou, he wrung the water from his clothes, and he sighed.

The house leak happens to rain all night, and I have to spend a lot of money to buy clothes.

The thunder outside was loud, but the sigh did not escape Hua Manlou's ears.

He was a shallow sleeper, and he woke up when the rain came. He heard the sound of jingling and clanging things under the window, and he knew that the owner of the wine stall outside was also awake.

After a few days of dating, he was more or less aware of the other party's predicament, and he didn't say anything more because he cared about the other party's face, he just added as much as possible quietly.

But in the current situation, I don't know what happened to the boss who lived on the street every day, tossing and turning, still worried, Huamanlou got up in his clothes, and hurried downstairs with an umbrella.

There was thunder and wind and rain, but a sigh reassured him, "Did you get caught in the rain? The things at the stall are okay?"

Hua Manlou walked over quickly, and within two steps, he felt the raindrops hitting his face. The wind was blowing into the main room, and the rain was also drifting inward, and he could step on shallow puddles under his feet.But in a blink of an eye, the raindrops made him half wet, Hua Manlou didn't care much, and took a few steps to hold Su Muzhe, "It's raining heavily outside, come in first to avoid it."

The fabric of the tentacles is already soaked, and one can guess the messy appearance of this person without even thinking about it.

Su Muzhe responded and stepped across the threshold.

The rain on his face was less, but the rain around his ears was still strong. Huamanlou realized that someone was standing in front of him to cover him from the rain, so he couldn't help laughing, and didn't say much, just nodded slightly, leading Su Mu covered the guest room.

"Take off your clothes and dry them first, or you may get sick." Fortunately, a few days ago, Lu Xiaofeng asked for green plums to cook wine, before the stove in the guest room was put away, he took out a clean towel and asked Su Mu Covering herself to dry off, Hua Manlou went back to her room and changed into a robe, and took another set of clothes, "I haven't worn this set yet, you are taller than me, so wear it first."

Su Mu covered his head with half-wet long hair, and was wrapped in a quilt to bake in the stove. The soft quilt that smelled like the sun made him unable to resist burying his face in it, "Thank you..." His voice was muffled Under the quilt, if it wasn't for Huamanlou's good hearing, he wouldn't be able to capture this thank you.

Hua Manlou smiled: "No thanks." Fumbling to put his hand on Su Mu's head, he raised his eyebrows, "Your hair is not dry."

Su Muzhe grabbed a towel and pressed it on his head indiscriminately, "Wipe it dry."

How could this be wiped dry, Hua Manlou couldn't laugh or cry, "Sit down, I'll help you."

Su Muzhe blinked, retracted his hands under the quilt, and turned around on the bed with difficulty so that Hua Manlou could wipe his hair.

Touching from the hairline to the center, untied the cloth strips used to tie the hair, and let down her long hair wetly, Hua Manlou wiped it slowly with a dry cloth, her hair was slightly pulled, Su Mushi curled up, Squinting comfortably.

"Can you put away your things?" Hua Manlou asked.

"It's ready." Su Muzhe replied.

Combing his fingers through his messy hair, the top of the head is the key point, it should be uncomfortable for him to be touched by others, but for some reason, Hua Manlou's movements only made him feel comfortable, and the headache that had plagued him for several days gradually Soothing, the sound of cloth and hair rubbing against his ears, a string that had been tense unknowingly relaxed in this sound, he rubbed against the quilt, drowsy.

I always feel that if I sleep now, even the nightmare will not come to him again.

Hearing Su Muzhe lazily humming, the smile on Hua Manlou's face deepened. This person usually has a cold and indifferent demeanor. Occasionally he takes off his defenses like this to reveal his inner softness. It looks kind of cute.

After carefully drying the moisture from his hair, Hua Manlou stood up and walked outside with the sound of even and shallow breathing in his ear.

"Thank you..." A small voice came quietly from under the quilt, hesitating very stiffly, "... Qitong..."

Hua Manlou replied in a low voice, "You and I are friends."

friend... is it...?The door of the guest room was closed, Su Mushi opened his eyes, and listened to the sound of footsteps fading away with his ears up. He didn't roll up the quilt until the sound of breathing in the room on the other side of the small building calmed down, and fell on the bed again. Close your eyes.

In my sleep, there is still a circle of painted boats on the Qinhuai River. The river is very dark, and I can't see the bottom or the top. The lights of the painted boats on the river shine in, but I can't find where it came from. It was very painful, he clearly felt that something was about to leave him, and he stretched out his hand in fear to grab something, but only water flowed through his fingers.

When the air in the lungs is exhausted, the eyes are red at first, the lights on the river are red, the sound of the water is turbulent, and in the haze, there are the intertwining of cups and cups in the painting boat, singing and singing, followed by laughter, which penetrates deeply into the consciousness , the eyeballs are like bursting, only a large amount of blood red can be seen, the red color is mixed into the water, sticking to the face, the mouth and nose are full of rusty sweetness, a wonderful sweetness, so unpalatable, it is poured into the mouth together with water And so tempting—like the aroma of fine wine that has been preserved for many years once it is opened.

In the end, there was nothing left, the blood was gone, the lights were extinguished, an empty shell with eyes closed, and only darkness remained for him.

The water is clear and round, and the wind and lotus are lifted one by one.

Is it an actor singing?

Or, are you singing by yourself?

At the end of the dream, there is always darkness.

When Su Muzhe woke up, it was still dark, and the birds were chirping, jumping, and calling outside. The rain had stopped. After a heavy rain, the sky and the earth were clear, and the air was moist, clean, and bright.

I don't know where my clothes went. A set of brocade robes were neatly stacked on the bedside, and they fit a little tight, which was within the acceptable range. Besides, it was a gift from others, so what right did I have to pick and choose?

Missing his little stall, he rushed out after hastily washing up. Fortunately, nothing was lost, even though it was damp, he could barely use it.

While it was still early, Su Muzhe hurriedly set up the stall and cleaned up the mess left by the heavy rain.In another hour, those who get up early in the morning to work will come to buy a jug of wine to take to work, and the neighborhood will gradually become lively, and his business will boom.

There was no movement in Baihualou, he moved very lightly when he went downstairs, presumably he didn't wake Huamanlou up.

The city is the most silent at this time, the all-night singing and dancing hooks are closed for rest, and the businesses in the daytime have not yet opened. The thin fog covers the bluestone path, and the cicadas on the trees are screaming hoarsely. Dark blue.

The first guest came in the morning mist, his face was invisible through the lowered bamboo hat, and he was neatly dressed in bunts. He walked over very steadily, and the distance between each step was not too big or small.

Su Muzhe didn't care what kind of people came, but anyone who paid for wine was a guest, whether you were an eighty-year-old man or a young boy, "What do the guests want?", he asked.

The visitor coughed twice, rubbing his hand on the sword at his waist, "Let me think about it."

He didn't find a seat to sit down, but kept pacing in this small wine stall.

Su Muzhe didn't say a word, just sat in his seat and waited, whether he bought wine or not, this was always his customer at the wine stall.

The guest has been around for a long time without making a decision. Su Muzhe looked at the sky and reminded him: "The shifter is coming soon." The shifter who goes home early in the morning to rest is often his first group of guests .

The guest froze, the hand on the hilt of the sword was clenched suddenly, the veins popped out, and Su Muzhe could even hear his teeth grinding.

After a few breaths, the figure seemed to have made up his mind, and he sat down opposite Su Muzhe with his hands slowly hanging by his side.

"Hot three money wine."

Drinking hot wine in the summer, who would do such a stupid thing for no reason.

The voice from under the bamboo hat was deep and powerful, and he sounded old. He was very decisive when he spoke, every word was very powerful, and he must be a person who is used to giving orders on weekdays.

A gleam flashed in Su Muzhe's eyes, he got up and poured three qian qian wine, took out the small stove from the cabinet and lit it.

The wine heated up slowly, and there was no movement for a long time, and the red was faintly visible on the black charcoal.

The person waiting for the wine was not in a hurry, and sat with Su Muzhe silently, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword again to rub it.

Once the wine is hot, it looks like a cup of tea, and the rich aroma is released unhurriedly, like orchids and musk deer.

"Very fragrant wine." The guest said with emotion.

"Hot wine is the most delicious and mellow." Su Muzhe said, "I wonder if you want to drink alone or with guests?"

The guest replied: "Neither drink alone nor have any guests." He paused for a while, gripped the hilt of the sword firmly, and continued word by word, "Three qian hot wine, I treat you to drink."

As soon as he said a word, he seemed to be drained of all the strength in his body, and he was stunned.

Su Muzhe's eyes were full of brilliance, which was astonishingly bright, his slightly stooped back was straight, and his face was solemn, "Three coins of hot wine will break your heart and soul, can you think clearly?"

"It couldn't be more clear." The guest replied, pressing down the bamboo hat.

Su Muzhe didn't speak, but picked up the small flagon on the stove and poured himself a glass of wine.The clear color of the wine reflected his face, as well as the waning moon in the sky that had not yet set.

He drank the wine slowly, and his expression was devout amidst the aroma of the wine, as if he was doing a very sacred work. Every time he took a sip, the light in his eyes dimmed. Then there is only silence.

"Who are you going to kill?" he asked.

This voice was too cold, so cold that it seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, it was so cold that it made people shiver.

The guest held his breath, rolled his throat and tried to suppress the fear in his heart, and he didn't even notice the pattern on the hilt burnt into his palm.

He didn't know if his decision was the right one, but there was no turning back.

Opening his mouth, his throat was dry, but his heart became more determined.

"Stone Guanyin."

The author has something to say: The hero is poor, very poor, very poor, so poor that he can only sleep on the street [I feel so sad, so this article can make the overbearing president fall in love with me again hhhhhhhh I don’t know why I am so excited that the word count explodes...

Talking tuberculosis has been abandoned in the late stage

This piece was originally scheduled to be settled at around [-] yuan!

Before going to bed yesterday, I suddenly had a brain hole and shared with the little angels Huamanlou's cat raising diary 1

A stray cat came running downstairs from Baihua Building. It was black, dirty, bruised all over, and had a strange and quiet temper, as if it would kill you if you offended it.

The injury on my body still hurts, and I always feel more comfortable under the sun.

After Huamanlou knew about the cat, she kept a fresh fish every day, pretended to be careless and put it downstairs, and then sat upstairs and listened to the hungry wild cat feasting on it.

It's not that he doesn't want to bring it back, it's just that it seems to be severely injured, whenever anyone approaches, it will explode and bite, and run away desperately.

Like this, it's all right.

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So far, this is the stalk of the brain hahahahahaha

Turning Su Muzhe into a cat also makes me feel a little bit, I hope he doesn’t come to me in the middle of the night [laughing at the end, the little angels are begging for collection, if you like it, please collect it? Meme da 030, there is also a cute (stupid) author Bonus~ and a confession to all the little angels, you are the wings I love!Flop!