[Rat and cat derivative Gu Zhuo] The old moon is wrong

After another long silence, Zhuo Donglai replied coldly: "These news are not brought by people, but by pigeons. Pigeons are not eagles. The road from Luoyang to Chang'an is not close. If you want a pigeon to carry a letter, you can't bring too much information." A long letter. And this would require a very long letter, so they divided the letter into four parts, and sent them to four pigeons."

"How many pigeons did you get?"

"Two." Zhuo Dong said, "Two pigeons, two letters."

"Which two paragraphs?"

"First and last paragraphs."

"Of course what you said just now is the first paragraph. What about the last paragraph?"

"The last paragraph is the end. I only wrote a few lines. I can read it to you." Zhuo Donglai immediately read it verbatim: "A total of 23 people were killed in this battle, nineteen were seriously injured and ten were slightly injured. First, the casualties are not terrible, the bloody atmosphere after the war lingers for a long time, the streets are like being washed with blood, only Zhu Meng and Gao Jianfei can survive unharmed."

After Zhuo Donglai finished reading for a long time, Sima Cai sighed: "There are more dead than seriously injured, and more seriously injured than lightly injured. One can imagine the tragedy of this battle."

"Yes," Zhuo Donglai said flatly, "It can be seen from this that it was not that no one made a move at that time."

"At that time, the street was like a large bag of gunpowder that had not been triggered. As long as one person dared to make a move, this person would become the primer of the gunpowder and had already been ignited. So as long as someone dared to make a move, the big bag The gunpowder will explode immediately, blowing Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao to pieces."

"With the strength of the two of them, how can they beat those people?"

"They're not two, they're three."

"Who is the other one?"

"spikes."

"Shoes?" Sima frowned, looking at Zhuo Donglai puzzled.

"A spike is not a pair of spikes, it's a person's name."

"How is his martial arts?"

"not so good."

"But you seem to respect him."

"Yes, I've always had a lot of respect for useful people."

"Is he useful?"

"Very useful. Perhaps more useful than all the other disciples under Zhu Meng's sect combined."

"Is it because he can die for Zhu Meng at any time?"

"Death is not a difficult thing, and he will not die for Zhu Meng at any time. As long as Zhu Meng is alive, he will definitely find a way to live, because he has to take care of Zhu Meng. He is like an old dog to Zhu Meng The same for its owner." Zhuo Donglai continued coldly: "If he wants to fight for Zhu Meng at any time, this kind of person is not worthy of attention."

Sima Chaoqun suddenly laughed, even laughed loudly, "I understand what you mean, I understand very well."

Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, a look of anger more terrifying than the blade suddenly appeared in his cold eyes, he turned around suddenly, and strode out.Didn't even notice the unnatural bulge of snow on the roof.

The sky was dark, and the sound of snowflakes falling came from the window, a sound that can only be heard when people are very lonely.Sima's laughter stopped long ago, not only was there no smile in his eyes, but an indescribable sadness appeared in his eyes.He heard the sound of snowflakes falling.But he did not hear his wife's footsteps.Because when Wu Wan walked in, he had already started drinking.

Wu Wan came over quietly and sat down beside him.She never discouraged him from drinking because she was a smart woman.She knew there were some things no one could dissuade.It's just that today is a little different from usual, she actually started drinking today, and drank very quickly.She is a gentle wife, very, very gentle. She has always been submissive to her husband. Even when she was most uncomfortable and angry, she spoke softly and never lost her temper.

But Sima Chaoqun knew: "You only start drinking early in the morning when you are angry. Why are you angry today?"

Wu Wan didn't answer, nor did she speak.She was pouring wine silently, pouring a full glass for her husband and herself.

"I know why you are angry, you are because of Zhuo Donglai. You can't understand the way he talks to me?"

Wu Wan was silent and acquiesced.

"But you should also know that he is not like this usually, and today he is also angry. Because I have been praising Xiao Gao in front of him today." A mocking smile suddenly appeared in his eyes: "He has never liked me when he was with him. Praising others in front of you is a good friend."

Wu Wan actually said: "Could it be that he is jealous?" Her voice suddenly raised a bit, and it was also full of sarcasm: "Even I am not jealous, why should he be jealous?"

Sima couldn't help laughing: "You're just jealous, you've always been jealous of Zhuo Donglai, as if I would treat him as a woman."

"I know you won't treat him as a woman, and he didn't treat you as a woman." Wu Wan took another drink: "Without him, you wouldn't be where you are today." Her voice was hoarse. She asked her doctor in a low voice: "Why can't you do something yourself to let him know that you can live without him? Why can't you prove it to him?"

Sima didn't answer, nor did he speak.He silently poured a cup for himself and his wife.But Wu Wan didn't drink this cup again.She had fallen into his arms, weeping bitterly.Sima didn't cry, not even a tear in his eyes.He seemed to have no more tears.

After a long time, the people on the roof quietly disappeared.

In this magnificent, spacious and beautiful garden, there is a secluded corner with a very narrow door in the corner.Occasionally, one or two melodious piano sounds can be heard from behind the door.But no one knows what is outside the door, and no one has seen the person who played the piano.

Because this is the restricted area marked by Zhuo Donglai, if someone dares to step into the restricted area, his left foot will be cut off if he steps in with his left foot first, and his right foot will be cut off if he steps in with his right foot first.This is a very simple law, simple and effective.Whether it's from Sima's residence or Zhuo Donglai's hut to come here, it's a long way to go.

Zhuo Donglai held an oil-paper umbrella and braved the snow to walk through the garden. When he walked on the snow-covered path, although he didn't use lightness kung fu, he only left some shallow footprints on the snow.The narrow door in the corner is always closed.Zhuo Donglai knocked lightly on the door, first three times, then once again, and after waiting for a long time, the narrow door was finally opened.

The one who opened the door was an extremely beautiful woman, wearing a snow-white silver fox cloak, and her face was just like her cloak.

Zhuo Donglai lowered his voice and asked respectfully, "Has the old gentleman gotten up?"

"Wake up early. The elderly always get up very early," she said quietly, "Maybe they know that the days are numbered, so they cherish every day."

Behind the door is a quiet small courtyard, filled with refreshing plum fragrance in the cold wind, an old pine tree with a simple shape, and a small hexagonal pavilion. An old man is sitting in the pavilion, watching the snowflakes falling outside one by one, as if Already see God.No one knows his age and name, even he himself has forgotten.

His body was thin and short, and he looked like a six-year-old child from a distance. His head looked like a dried nut shell, and his face was engraved with wind, frost, rain and dew and the scars left by countless painful experiences. trace.Although the ruthless years have completely shrunk his body, his eyes still flash with a kind of light full of old man's wisdom and childlike naughtiness.At such times his eyes looked like sunlit oceans.

Zhuo Donglai stood respectfully outside the kiosk, saluted respectfully and said hello: "The old man's complexion looks much better than when I came last time, as if he suddenly looked 20 years younger."

The old man didn't seem to see him at all, and he wasn't going to pay attention to him, but he suddenly turned his head and winked at him: "Do you think I really seem to be 20 years younger?"

"of course it's true."

"Then you are blind, stupid and stupid blind." Although the old man was cursing, his voice was cheerful: "Can't you see that I am 40 years younger?"

Zhuo Donglai smiled.

The woman who opened the door for Zhuo Donglai was already standing beside the old man. The old man took her hand and held it with two hands: "This is her credit. Only a young and beautiful girl like her can make an old man look young." .”

"It's to my credit, too. I sent her here."

"But I don't appreciate you at all," the old man blinked again, with a mischievous and cunning gleam in his eyes: "I know you're flattering me again, and trying to dig out what's in my brain " Zhuo Donglai sat calmly opposite the old man and did not deny it, the old man asked him: "What do you want to dig this time?"

"Xiao Tears and Blood."

The smile on the old man's face suddenly disappeared, and even his bright eyes turned dead gray: "Xiao Leixue, Xiao Leixue, is he still alive? Not dead yet?"

"not yet!"

The old man sighed, "Now I know what kind of person you are." He stretched out a shriveled finger and pointed at Zhuo Donglai's nose: "You are a super big bastard, you are a bastard, stupid and stupid, so You're going to mess with him."

Zhuo Donglai was not angry.No matter how the old man treats him, he seems to be angry, because only the old man can tell him something that he really wants to know but doesn't know.

"I don't want to mess with him, I just want to know two things about him."

"Which two?"

"His martial arts, his weapons."

The old man seemed to get nervous suddenly. An old man of his age shouldn't be so nervous: "Have you seen the weapon he used?"

"No."

"Of course you haven't seen it, only ghosts who died in hell have seen it."

"No one has seen his weapon?"

"Absolutely not, as if he could never see the tear stains."

"Tearstain? Who is the tearstain?"

"Master Xiao's tears."

"Who is Master Xiao?"

"Master Xiao is Xiao Leihen's father."

Zhuo Donglai always thought he was a very sensible person, but now he was completely confused.He didn't understand what the old man said: "Why can't he see his father's tears?"

"Because when he sees the tears, he will die under the tears."

Zhuo Donglai didn't understand: "Tear stains can also kill people?"

The old man looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to be full of sadness and fear, as if a person suddenly saw something that he could not understand or control.I don't know how long it took before he slowly stretched out his shriveled hands, and gently plucked a piano in front of him.

With a sound of "Zheng Cong", the strings of the qin rang.The old man suddenly said: "Die Wu, please dance for me."

The silver fox cloak slipped from her shoulders, and the woman in silver was still in silver.Yaobai short coat, silvery white long skirt.The long skirt fluttered like running water, and the butterfly danced lightly. The long skirt was rolled up like flying clouds, revealing a pair of slender, strong, beautiful and elastic legs.No one can describe how she dances, and no one can describe these legs of hers.Even Di Xiaohou Di Qinglin, who knows how to appreciate women best, can only say: "I can't believe that such a pair of legs can grow on a person."

The melodious sound of the zither suddenly became gloomy and desolate, and the dancer's dancing posture also became like the last fall of the dance in the autumn wind. It is so bleak and heartbreakingly beautiful.

Tears suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes.

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