The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Slap interest... wait for me to get it."

She laughed, patted Aunt An's face at an angle that no one could see, and then stepped out of the door.

The sunset in the front was warmly shot, and everyone in the back was surprised with a cool look on the back. She was in the middle, and her back was thin.

But never looked back.

Don’t look at the younger brother’s indifferent expression, don’t look at the bitterness of my mother’s eyes, don’t think about the betrayal of your loved ones, or think of what is about to face outside the door.

She just stepped into the huge sunset almost peacefully, taking a deep breath in the golden light of her face.

Say to yourself.

"I will be back."

The warm sun in the winter sinks a bit, and the wind carries the coldness of the night, rising up one layer at a time.

The sky was dark, and there were few people walking on the street. The beater clapped the clapper, which sounded desolate.

With a squeak, the bamboo frame of the window was put down in the hall of the bistro on Tianshui Street, and he smiled at a more gloomy corner of the dark shop: "Guest... the shop is closed..."

In the corner, a small ball was sitting against the wall. On the table, a few bottles of crude wine were heard. He heard a guilty condemnation. He yelled softly, slowly stood up, put a corner of broken silver, and smoothly dropped the table. Take away two bottles of residual wine.

Tang stared at the man's thin back wrapped in a thin cotton jacket, and shook his head silently—these were left homeless all night, were they homeless?

Going out the door and facing the wind tightly, Feng Zhiwei tightened the thin cotton jacket slightly, leaning his fingers against his lips, breathing like frost.

Carrying a jug of wine, she walked aimlessly against the crowd, and gradually crossed the Dongcheng District where the poor gather, and walked towards the city.

After walking for a while, I suddenly saw a river in front, reflecting the shadow of lights and shadows. The unsettled snow on the bluestone on the river bank looked like crystal ice jade.

Feng Zhiwei sat down on the snow-covered bluestone, facing the river.

She fumbled for the wine in her arms, and took it by the mouth. She drank slowly, and there was not much wine left, and she poured her head to her mouth.

The stoneware jug was of poor workmanship, with uneven edges, and clear liquor leaked out, pouring onto her face and running down the corners of her eyes.

She carelessly wiped it, her fingers were wet, with alcohol, and some other liquid. She looked at her fingers dreamily. After a long, long time, she gently raised her hands and blindfolded.

The snowy night was silent, the cold wind was bare, and the river was flowing silently.

In the distance, the smell of rouge is scented, and a faint smile flickers, and when it reaches this corner of the quiet river bank, only a few are left.

But a sound suddenly broke the desolate silence at this moment.

"Son..."

The voice was soft, dragging the long coquettish tail, and then there was a noise of walking, and someone approached.

Feng Zhiwei dropped his hand and frowned, and then he noticed the light and shadow of the river reflected in the river-if you remember correctly, it seems to be the Rouge River in the city. It is famous for the Rouge Green House in Shili.

This was probably a guest who had a whimsy and brought the nightingale to the riverside for wild fun.

Feng Zhiwei sat still—the guests were not afraid of being seen, she was afraid of seeing others?

As the steps approached, the woman yelled, "Oh, someone..." but she didn't care much in her tone. She turned to the man on her side and continued to be cute: "People... You said you want to show Yiner something new... "

Someone faintly blew it, and even a throat sound was slightly cool, and the tone was somewhat familiar.

Feng Zhiwei rubbed the jug and glanced at an elegant silver brocade, dark black cloak, and pale golden moco mandala flowers, almost vigorously hunting and flying around her eyes.

Huan Pei Jing Ding, the gorgeous colorful dress turned around, back to the river, walked in front of the Jinpao man, raised his arms around the man's neck, and smiled: "So... Yin'er waited."

The man didn't seem to move, and there was a slight smile in his tone. He said: "I saw a good show today, and I feel really exciting. I can't bear it if I don't share it with others."

Feng Zhiwei moved his mind and turned his head.

Immediately, I saw the elegant man in the Jin robe, smiling like frost and snow in the snowy night, glanced at her faintly, and then, with a light smile, hugged the woman and took a step forward and another step.

Go all the way to the river.

The Yiner was drunk in the man's vulgar style, unaware that he was facing away from the river and stepping back step by step.

Will go to the river.

The man bowed his face and smiled.

The woman snapped her lips closer.

The man gently reached out and pushed gently.

"Boom."

Feng Zhiwei held his head slightly and moaned.

Actually...it is so.

Yin'er never dreamed that she was pushed into the water and was so shocked that she forgot to struggle. Fortunately, the river was not deep. This was the landscape river, but his face and lips turned white in an instant. I didn’t know whether it was scared or frozen by the river. .

She stared at the pair of men and women by the river. The man smiled and looked into the distance without looking at her. The woman holds the pot, elegant but persistent only to drink her own wine.

Yin'er suddenly felt that it was about to collapse.

There are such people in the world, one who pushes people into the water for no reason, and one who sees someone falling into the water will not be rescued.

She shook in the water for a long time before struggling to get closer to the shore, reaching out to the man and begging for a hand, "Son...Son..."

The fingers stretched out were frozen white, and a flower that would fold was trembling pitifully.

The man looked at her fingers and slowly put his hands into his sleeves, smiling: "Don't, your hands are dirty."

Feng Zhiwei, who was sipping his wine in a small mouth, suddenly coughed.

"Son...Yin'er knows wrong...Yin'er will never **** you again in the future..." The woman cried in the water with pear flowers and rain. "Yin'er knows...I shouldn't like you..."

The tears washed away the gorgeous makeup, revealing the childish eyebrows. The woman was still very young. Because she was young, she didn't know her size. Now the winter night is soaked in cold water. It suddenly reminded me that the legendary man is ruthless and ruthless. .

She soaked in the water of the river in the winter night, trembling, but she dared not ask for help anymore, or even dared to get out of the water herself.