Chapter 9

"The interest of a slap Wait for me to get it. "

She laughed, patted Auntie an's face from an invisible angle, and then stepped out of the door.

The setting sun in front of her is warm, and the eyes of the people behind her are surprised. She is in the middle and her back is thin.

But never looked back.

Do not go to see the younger brother, do not look at the bitter eyes of his mother, do not think about the betrayal of relatives, do not think about what is about to face outside this door.

She just stepped into the huge sunset almost serenely and inhaled deeply in the golden light.

Say to yourself.

"I will come back."

Warm winter sun, a minute sink down, the wind with the cold of the night, layer by layer up.

The sky was dark, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The watchman played a clapper, which sounded desolate.

With a squeak, the waiter of the tavern in Tianshui Street put down the bamboo frame of a window and said with a smile to a more gloomy corner of the dim shop: "guest The shop is closed... "

In the corner, a small group was sitting against the wall. On the table, a few bottles of coarse wine were on the table. When the waiter complained, he gave a slight "um" sound. He slowly stood up, put down a dime of silver, and took away the two bottles of wine on the table.

The waiter looked at the thin figure of the man wrapped in his thin cotton padded jacket and shook his head in silence?

Out of the door, facing the wind tight, Feng Zhiwei tightened his thin cotton padded jacket a little, and leaned her fingers against her lips, breathing like frost.

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

After walking for a while, I suddenly saw a river in front of me, reflecting the dim shadows of lights. The unfused snow spots on the bluestone beside the river bank, which looks like crystal ice jade.

Feng Zhiwei sat down on the blue stone of snow, facing the river.

She felt the rope and took out the wine in her arms. She drank slowly at the mouth of the bottle. Soon there was not much wine left.

The rough pottery wine pot was poorly made, with uneven edges and mouth, and clear liquor leaked out and poured down her face and the corner of her eyes.

She carelessly went to wipe, finger a wet, alcohol gas, and some other liquid, she looked at the finger, a long time later, gently raised her hand, blindfolded.

Silent snow night, cold wind, river silent flow, Qingshi girl figure alone, blindfolded fingers in the night light.

In the distance, the fragrance of rouge was dense and faintly smiling. When it reached the silent river bank in this corner, there was only a little left.

But a voice suddenly broke the desolate silence of this moment.

"Childe..."

The voice was soft, with a long coquettish ending, and then there was a shuffle of steps, and someone approached.

Feng Zhiwei put down her hand and frowned, and then she noticed the reflection of lights and flowers in the river. If you remember correctly, it seems to be the Rouge River in the city. It is famous for its Rouge brothels in ten li. The two banks stretch and are full of laughing people.

This is probably a sudden whim of a guest who brought nightingales to the river for wild fun.

Feng Zhiwei sits still - guests are not afraid to be seen, she is also afraid to see others?

As the step approached, the woman called out, "Oh, someone..." In the tone, however, he didn't care much. Turning his head to the side of the body, the man continued to act coquettish: "childe You said you wanted to show Yiner something new... "

There was a faint "um" from someone, and a throat voice could be heard. The tone was a little familiar.

Feng Zhiwei rubbed the wine pot, and glanced at a corner of elegant silver brocade robe. On the dark black cloak, the pale gold Mocha Mandala flowers were almost openly hunting and dancing in the corner of her eyes.

With jingle, the colorful skirt turned around and turned her back to the river. She went to the man in the brocade robe, put her arm around the man's neck, and laughed: "so Yiner is waiting. "

The man didn't seem to move. There was a little smile in his tone. He said, "I saw a good play today. I really feel wonderful. I can't bear to share it with others."

Feng knows micro heart move, turn head.

Then he saw the elegant man in the robe, smiling as cool as frost and snow in the snowy night, glanced at her lightly, and then, smiling, holding the woman in his arms, he walked forward one step and another.

Go straight to the river.

The yin'er was intoxicated with the man's unique demeanor, but he didn't feel that he was back to the river and stepped back step by step.

It's going to the river.

The man bent down his face and laughed.

The woman whispered and approached her lips.

The man reached out gently and pushed gently.

"Poop."

Feng Zhiwei held her head and groaned.

Unexpectedly That's true.

Yiner never dreamed that she was pushed into the water. She was so frightened that she forgot to struggle. Fortunately, the river was not deep. This was the landscape river, but she turned pale in an instant. She did not know whether she was frightened or frozen by the river.

She was staring at a couple of men and women by the river. The man looked at the distance with a negative hand and a smile, but did not look at her. Women holding the pot, elegant but persistent, just drink their own wine.Yin'er felt that she was about to collapse.

There are even such people in the world, one pushed people into the water without any reason, and the other did not rescue them when they fell into the water.

After shaking in the water for a long time, she struggled to get closer to the bank. She begged the man to stretch out her hand and begged him to pull it up Young master... "

Out of the fingers frozen blue and white, a flower will fold like fluttering poor.

The man looked at her fingers, slowly put his hand into his sleeve and said with a smile, "don't, your hands are dirty."

Feng Zhiwei, who is sipping wine, suddenly coughs.

"Young master Yiner knows that she is wrong Yin'er will never rush to pester you again... " The woman cried bitterly in the water, "yin'er knows I should not like you... "

Tears washed away her gorgeous makeup and showed her childish eyebrows. The woman was still very young. Because she was young, she didn't know how to behave. Now, with a cold water bubble on a winter night, it suddenly occurred to me that the legendary man was cruel and cruel and did not like fetters.

She was shivering in the river on a winter night, but she did not dare to ask for help or even to come out of the water by herself.

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