"Brother Yu, the injury on your shoulder was cracked by that woman's collision again. You have to hurry up and apply medicine." Xiao Yu held two medicine bags in her hands and walked side by side with Yu Liufei. "As I say, let's go back Find a waiter at the hotel to prepare some medicine for you and apply it."
Yu Liufei frowned and asked doubtfully: "Why don't we just apply it directly after staying in the hospital?"
Xiaoyu waved her hands and replied: "That's not possible. Let's take the money bags of the two people just now. Once someone else finds it, won't we be in trouble again? It's safe to go back to the hotel."
Yu Liufei was stunned for a moment, and after he understood the pros and cons, he praised Xiao Yu: "Junior brother, you are more thoughtful."
The two of them returned to the hotel along the road.
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Let's say that Uncle Liu said goodbye to Xiao Yu and the two early in the morning, got on the back of a donkey, and carrying a fishing rod in his hand, walked all the way westward along the town, passed several streets of smoke and willows, and gradually reached the end of the town.
The end street here is the West Street of Mingshui Town, called Yuqian Lane.
The various elm money trees on both sides of the alley got this name.
Yuqian Lane is the poorest alley in Mingshui Town. According to the construction of the street, the two rows of the alley are supposed to be tile-roofed huts. However, because there is a mountain range next to Yuqian Lane, there are mostly Yuqian woods on the upper mountain, with the sun behind it, and crops are grown there. Without crops, the area has become less popular. There are only a few dilapidated houses and very few people.
There is a mountain temple in the middle of the residence, and there is little incense.
Uncle Liu rode his donkey slowly past the mountain god face, and then walked out of the town. The street behind was a dirt road without stone slabs. It was divided into several forked roads. Opposite the forked road to the north was a small house. hut, and a small overgrown pond.
The hut stands next to the pond.
There are three houses, and at the entrance is a small unfenced yard. There are stone tables and stools in the yard. There is a small toilet not far from the yard. Next to the toilet is a vegetable garden surrounded by a fence.
It's an ordinary private house, not a wealthy place, but there is such an old cripple who has been guarding it for seven or eight years.
The old lame man was none other than the old erhu man whom Xiaoyu and Yu Liufei listened to that night.
The house he had been guarding was this slightly old thatched hut, and the owner of the hut was the old man in white that night.
Uncle Liu came riding a donkey and suddenly saw the smoke curling from the side house, and the mountain fog in the distance reflected the tranquility of the suburbs.
After getting off the donkey's back, Liu Boxin tied it to a mulberry tree on the roadside. The donkey just stayed there and ate the weeds on the roadside.
Uncle Liu walked into the yard carrying the fishing rod.
The kitchen door is a hinged gate, ajar.
Uncle Liu stood at the door, with his head just above the fence gate, and saw the scene inside.
There were two old men inside. One was wearing coarse clothes and was sitting in front of the stove, lighting the fire and adding firewood. The other was standing on the side of the stove, holding a spoon and cooking. In the pot was a braised carp that was about to be cooked.
Two or three pieces of bacon and several smoked sausages were hung on one side of the stove, and a few fried side dishes were placed on the side of the stove.
Hearing the footsteps outside, the two of them turned to look outside at the same time - an old man carrying a fishing rod was standing at the door.
The three of them looked at each other for a moment, looking at each other from a distance, knowing that they were old friends, but no one spoke first.
That’s how old friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time are like that. They have too much to say but don’t know where to start.
The memories surged a little more anxiously, and the words flowed into my eyes.
Finally, the old man in white took the lead and pointed to the yard outside, and said with a smile: "It's just the right time. I've come here already. I don't know what I'm doing standing there with a pot of good wine? I don't know how to put down my fishing rod and come in to help serve the dishes." ?"
Uncle Liu had a gratified smile on his face and nodded. He rarely took the initiative to lean the fishing rod he always carried on his shoulders against the mud wall on one side. He walked in generously and stretched out his hand to fry a few fried fish. After carrying the dishes, he walked to the yard.
When he went in to serve the fish, Uncle Liu looked at the chopping board behind him and saw that there was indeed no wine. Thinking about how little wine he had in his wine gourd, he frowned and asked the old man in white, "Really?" Want to drink wine? There are still a few dishes left to cook, how about I ride a donkey to the town to get some wine? "
The old man in white chuckled, "Goodbye, I'm fooling you. The wine is kept in the main room. When we went to the market to sell fish early in the morning, we had already bought it. It's a coincidence that you came here and caught up. Let's go to the courtyard. Go ahead."
Lame old Xu reached out and took out a few unburned wood sections from the stove. He used a tong to shake off the red charcoal in front of it. He scooped some water to extinguish the red charcoal. He was on the ground on one side and spread ashes on the stove. After putting out the fire, he got up and followed the old man in white and Uncle Liu out of the kitchen.
The three of them went out and prepared to talk about old times in the yard.
Lame old Xu said to the old man in white: "Master, I'm going to get some wine."
The old man in white walked in front, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "You and the little fisherman can just sit down, and I'll get it."
Lame old Xu had no choice but to follow the instructions and walk into the yard with Uncle Liu.
The three of them did not show much courtesy, they did it in the yard, took the bowls and chopsticks, and poured the wine.
Lame old Xu glanced at Uncle Liu and asked, "Little Yuzi, how did you know that the master is back?"
Uncle Liu smiled slightly and replied: "How do I know when the second brother will come back? No, I was passing by Mingshui Town to catch up with you. By coincidence, the second brother has also come back. Yes, yes, it seems that today It’s a good day.”
The old man in white picked up the wine bowl at hand, raised his hand, and motioned for the two of them to also hold the wine.
"Take one!" the old man in white said with a smile.
The three of them touched the bowls, and Gululu drank the wine in the bowl.
The old man in white smiled again and said: "I haven't been back for eight years. It's good that I'm still here this time."
Uncle Liu's real name was Liu Yu, so they called him Xiao Yuzi.
The lame Xu, whose real name is Xu Jian, was the old man in white's follower before his family fell into decline. He has guarded this dilapidated hut for him in Mingshui Town for countless years. People in the town call him Erhu Xu, or Lame Old Xu.
Besides, the old man in white they called second brother was none other than Dugu Yi, the famous swordsman in the world.
The four heroes in the world have long been famous in the world, two saints, one crazy and one crazy.
Dugu Yi firmly ranks at the top of the list. He has the reputation of asking the state officials when the rain stops and the leaves fall. He is known as the swordsman in the world.
Dugu Yi was originally born in a family of officials, a country of poetry, books and etiquette. He was the second eldest brother in the family, so he was called the second brother of Dugu. He was fond of martial arts, and even dreamed of wielding a sword to the end of the world. In his early years, he followed his master to learn swordsmanship. You, the follower is the lame old Xu, because his family was framed by corrupt officials in his early years, the family fell into decline, the family and the family were wiped out, and the family was destroyed. Only he and his follower Xu Jian were still walking around in the rivers and lakes at that time, and escaped. One calamity.
When I came back, I had lost my home. My dream of fighting in the world came true, but the world is not my home after all.
Seeing the withered bones of his relatives in the graves, he vowed to kill all the corrupt officials in the world. Over time, when encountering injustices on the road, he would speak with his sword. He gained a reputation, but could not go back to the past.
Finally, he bought a dilapidated house in Mingshui Town, and he and Xu Jian lived together. They met Liu Yu one after another, and the three of them became old acquaintances.
In a fight many years ago, Xu Jian was chopped on his left leg and became lame.
Then there was lame old Xu in Mingshui Town who kept Duguyi's business.
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