"Sister, wake up."
On the desk in front of the window, my sister, who was lying down and taking a nap, stood up in a daze, feeling at a loss.
"Are you having a nightmare again?" Carrying the same four dishes and one soup for three years, the handsome man walked into the room, put the food on the table, walked a few steps and helped his sister sit down, and asked with a smile: "This time What are you dreaming about? Is the puppy chasing you or can’t you find the money bag?”
Listening to the younger brother's joke, the elder sister smiled and said, "I dreamed that I was gone and someone cried so miserably."
The younger brother laughed.
Stretching against the warm sun outside the window, my sister exhaled the turbid air from her chest, arched her nose, smelled the aroma of food, and then suddenly said: "Is it time for dinner?"
"Didn't you go to bed after three o'clock in the past two days? It's strange that you stayed up so late and didn't feel sleepy during the day." He helped his sister to the dinner table. Although his brother was accusing her, he didn't mean to be angry.
"I never thought that Lixia City would be so lively during the Chinese New Year. They have put out lanterns and opened a night market since New Year's Eve. There are so many things to eat and do, and I can't sleep even if I want to. You smell it, you smell it." My sister's small nose said again. It was a thrill, even fun, "What is this smell that hits my face? This is the flavor of the New Year, the smell of braised pork, peach blossom noodles, roasted camel hump, the smell of the people having enough food and clothing."
The younger brother curled his lips and did not answer, obviously because he had no way to deal with his "ignorant" sister.
But my sister was suddenly stunned and lost her mind, "At midnight, I heard someone calling for help upstairs."
The younger brother, who was called San Geng, joked: "It's not like you don't know where the other side is, it's inevitable that some people with bad tastes will come up with new tricks." As he spoke, he handed the bowls and chopsticks to his sister one by one. He added, "Maybe some weirdo will come today. I don't know."
My sister shook her head, frowned slightly, and said, "Absolutely not."
In the middle of the night, I laughed dumbly.
Although my sister is acquired blindness, she has developed a sense of touch, hearing and smell far beyond ordinary people in recent years. Sometimes her brother, who has practiced martial arts to the point where his senses are beyond ordinary people, can hear sounds that his sister cannot hear.
"Don't meddle in other people's business, or I'll plug your ears." Midnight joked with a smile.
My sister still frowned, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating her meal.
The sound of "clang" was like the sound of thunder on the ground, followed by a wail of "ah", which made the sister who was picking up vegetables stunned. She put down her chopsticks and got up and walked to the window, listening carefully to the sound coming from the other side.
Although you can't see it, you can hear clearly whatever sounds are coming from the other side.
"The madam can do it all, but she still pretends to be a chaste and virtuous woman."
Diagonally opposite the inn where the two siblings lived, next to the broken window on the second floor of the Red Building, the largest gold-selling den in Lixia City, there was a harsh scolding.
"It's Aunt Bai from the red building."
Upstairs, downstairs, and on the left and right of the street, passers-by exclaimed.
"Is there any hope?" My sister turned to San Geng who had just walked over.
"It's impossible to save." As he spoke in the middle of the night, he raised his hand to help his sister walk back, with some pity in his tone. "If you fall from such a high place, even gods can't save you. I really don't know what happened. How can a person be so angry that he pushes down his life?" After placing his sister back on the wooden bench, he said again in the middle of the night, "Just eat, why do you care so much?"
"It's so pitiful." My sister frowned again, "I just said that the cry for help was different, but now it's better, the person is dead."
San Geng smiled and said: "I told you not to meddle in other people's business. With your bodhisattva heart, shouldn't I save all the women in the red building?"
In response to her brother's joke, her sister just hit him on the head with chopsticks and said angrily: "It's better than seeing someone die."
He curled his lips in the middle of the night. With his sister's stubborn temper, it would be difficult for him to persuade her.
It seemed that she no longer had any thoughts about eating. I didn't know what she was thinking about, but my sister walked around and pulled the rice in the bowl.
Suddenly there was a noise downstairs in the inn. Along with the sound of scolding and footsteps, someone came up the stairs.
"Boom!"
How could the fragile door panel withstand such a strong kick? With the sound of breaking, a young man wearing a green linen shirt and a straw rope tied around his waist walked in with a swaying look, dressed in a nondescript manner. , one can tell at a glance that he is a slightly sickly pale face caused by alcohol and sex, with a proud look on his face.
"I just said that this little girl lives in this house." The young master folded his arms and had a dandy smile on his lips that rich people seem to be born with. He looked at the only woman in the room, his eyes revealed a hint of debauchery, and his tone Playing with the taste, "My eyes are unmistakable."
Of course it was Han Youyu.
Just now in the Red Mansion, Han Youyu didn't expect that the charming woman would be so resistant. She allowed him to force her to do whatever he wanted, but she just refused to obey. It was also because he had been drinking too much in the past few days, and he couldn't control it for a while. This woman, he had to wonder if this woman who had spent years to become a bustard was acting with him here.
The person you pushed me was a man anyway. Han Youyu pushed hard and accidentally pushed the woman downstairs, which was the scene just now.
After the brief shock, Han Youyu didn't pay too much attention. If he was so arrogant, a human life could be measured in money for him. But just before I lost interest and went back home,
When he saw the woman upstairs opposite him at the window, he was so shocked at the first glance that he wished he could press her down immediately and ravage her to relieve his anger.
Even if it was stolen.
In Han Youyu's opinion, the girl who was raped was much more interesting than the girls who threw themselves into his arms.
"Who is it?" Following the sound, my sister turned towards the door. She was already a little angry when someone interrupted her meal, but when she heard someone's words, her sister frowned slightly and her tone was extremely displeased.
He turned his head in the middle of the night and did not speak.
Han Youyu was angry, the smile on his face became deeper, and he staggered into the room, "Hey, we're eating."
Even in the middle of the night, he still ignored him because he had food in his mouth.
He is a very particular person.
He felt that when eating, his mouth was just for eating and not for talking.
Han Youyu was used to being aloof and superior. He had never been so ignored since he was a child, so the man and woman in front of him made him very angry.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Han Youyu strode forward and slapped his palm on the dining table, causing the dishes to rattle.
He drank a bowl of common sake and swallowed the food in his mouth. He looked up at Han Youyu in the middle of the night, and looked past Han Youyu at Yang Fu who was neither entering nor retreating at the door, as well as several inn miscellaneous people. The servants and servants of the Yang family.
In the middle of the night, he looked at Han Youyu again, "Didn't you know that you have to knock on the door when you enter?"
In such an atmosphere, not only Han Youyu asked such a question, but even his sister, who was listening intently, laughed out loud.
Han Youyu laughed angrily. He felt that the other party was not taking him seriously, and it was obviously a provocation to him.
"Knocking on the door?" Han Youyu smiled helplessly, "I have grown up and don't know what knocking on the door is. You asked me to..."
There was a crisp "pop" sound when he raised and closed his hand in the middle of the night. By the time Han Youyu felt a burning pain, there was already a bright red chopstick mark on his handsome cheek.
Han Youyu let out a cry of pain and swallowed back the second half of the unfinished sentence. Even the cry of pain stopped immediately after he opened his mouth. When he came back to his senses after this powerful force, he felt that not to mention half of his face, even his tongue was a little numb. Not to mention speaking, it was difficult to make a sound. He felt as if a tongue had fallen into his stomach and he could only keep going. Breathing in the cold air.
"First of all, we don't know you." Midnight looked at the stranger who was spinning in circles in pain. He felt that he should give a lesson to those who offended him, for example, calling himself "I" in front of him. , he should give him a long memory. "Secondly, you must be polite."
He looked outside the house and saw Yang Fu, the only person he knew. This was the housekeeper of the Yang family, whom he had met once when he led his sister to wander around the city.
In the middle of the night, I remember that he was giving steamed buns to a few little beggars, and they had a few small talk at that time, and I was quite impressed by him.
So San Geng said politely: "Butler Yang, do you know this person?"
At this time, Yang Fu felt like the sky was falling.
Yang Fu didn't know how powerful this handsome man named San Geng was, but he had heard that when the siblings first came to the city, some blind rascals made fun of their pretty but blind sister. After a few words, he was beaten half to death in the street. In his opinion, this kind of skill was much better than that of the nursing homes at home.
Yang Fu couldn't tell whether Han Youyu's martial arts was good or bad. Yang Fu just hoped that he would be at least higher than San Geng. Even if it was a tie, it would be fine. At the very least, he would have to wait until the servants he sent back to deliver the message. Just bring someone here.
If he was beaten half to death, he would have a huge responsibility.
"You're looking for death!" Han Youyu, who had regained his composure over there, was not as hesitant as Yang Fu, so he shouted in an inarticulate voice, "I'm going to kill you."
The hand that was about to pick up the food at midnight stopped, but he carefully arranged the dishes and chopsticks, stood up, and patted his sister on the shoulder, "Eat well."
"Yes." My sister made no other moves, and the sound from her nose was considered as an agreement.
Yang Fu felt that his innocence was about to collapse.
"Calm down your anger, calm down your anger." Yang Fu stood in front of Han Youyu and San Geng, nodding and bending with a smile on his face, "This is Mr. Han from Wudang. Your Excellency does not care about the faults of others." Yang Fu could only I hope that the handsome man in front of me, who is like a stagnant old well, can understand the meaning of his words: Wudang, Han family.
Even if you are not a member of the martial arts world, you must have heard of the Wu-Tang Clan. If you are a member of the martial arts world, Wudang's weight is certainly extraordinary.
"Wu-dang?" This time, it was Midnight who sneered, "A bunch of bull noses."
There is a sound when it hits the ground.
The movement of the sister behind her was obviously stagnant, but she immediately returned to normal.
Han Youyu, whose face turned even brighter red, was extremely angry. He could only be where he is today because of Wudang's golden name. It was his taboo to insult Wudang. The linen shirt moved without any wind, causing Yang Fu in front of him to stagger. Han Youyu raised his finger and pointed at the third watch, and said fiercely: "I! Want! You! Die!"
Word by word, gritted teeth.
As if he heard a funny joke, he smiled softly in the middle of the night, showing two rows of white teeth. He looked at Han Youyu, raised his hand and raised his index finger.
"one move."
Said in the middle of the night.
"I only need one move to kill you."
Afraid that Han Youyu wouldn't understand, he added another sentence in the middle of the night.
"Just teach me a lesson." My sister suddenly added, "Don't commit murder again."
After that, he continued to eat, ignoring the inevitable fight that was so close at hand, but it definitely added fuel to the fire.
How could Han Youyu bear such an insult? The two siblings in front of him immediately aroused their tempers. The energy flowed through their bodies, and they exerted force under their feet. They shot out like arrows. They were less than a foot apart and arrived in the blink of an eye. The folding fans around their waists did not know when. Having reached it in his hand, he stabbed the middle of the night between his eyebrows with his sword.
Didn't hide until the middle of the night.
Lift your feet.
"Bang!"
Han Youyu crossed the dining table, passed his sister who was eating, and smashed through the wooden window. She should have flown out of the window like the old woman he had just thrown out.
This third-generation disciple of the Wudang layman, a rising star who has been called "the blessing of the outer sect" by the current head of Wudang since he was born, didn't understand the opponent's kick the moment he landed.
This is not a move, it can only count as a kick.
At midnight, without even looking at the stunned people in the room, he turned around and sat down.
"Sister, I didn't kill him."
"Yeah." My sister looked up, smiled, and patted her head. "You're so good."
Over there, Yang Fu watched Han Youyu fly out of the window, dumbfounded, and a chill ran down his spine.
