Han Ling squatted on the armchair, picked up the tea cup, took a big gulp, and then turned to look across.
Xu Zhuchen had long been impatient with waiting. Seeing that Han Ling still looked like an old god, he snatched the tea cup from his hand and placed it on the table.
"Are you still talking? Are you done yet?"
The tea soup splashed and the tea foam almost flew into Han Ling's face, but he didn't dare to move - opposite was Xu Zhuchen.
When Zhu Chen was angry, his blood-red eyes widened and his white hair exploded, which was completely scary. Han Ling Shi Song was usually quite courageous, but when he saw Zhu Chen angry, he was extremely afraid.
After being scolded by Zhu Chen, Han Ling touched his nose, stopped pretending, stopped drinking tea, and sat back on the chair honestly. He cleared his throat and gave Shi Song a look.
Shi Song was sitting on Xu Zhuchen's side. Seeing Han Ling's eyes, he understood and began to try his best to smooth things over: "Zhuchen, this, Han is here to raise our expectations, so he didn't say anything for so long. Just pretend. Right, Old Han?"
Han Ling was anxious and wanted to scold him. Why did he point out his pretense so clearly? But looking at Xu Zhuchen sitting back, he knew that Shi Song's words had taken effect, so he had no choice but to get down the slope and nod his head like garlic.
This Lao Shi has a close relationship with Zhu Chen, why doesn't he treat Han Ling as a brother?
I thought to myself, the story still has to be told. Han Ling sat up straight and wanted to clear his throat, but he was afraid that Xu Zhuchen would glare at him again, so he had to hold it back and said:
“It’s said that in the Zixun Tower in Clarion City, there is a peerless dancer who is best at sword dancing.
"This dancer is a genius that is rare to see in a century. She is slender and beautiful. She can hold two swords and write in the air; she can also dance and sing, which is pleasing to the eye. Not only that, she can also He plays the piano well, and his songs like Guangling San and Feng Qiuhuang are all so beautiful as the "Kunshan jade broken phoenix cry" mentioned in the poem!"
Xu Zhuchen interrupted him with a slight cough: "I said, Mr. Shang wants to tell the story for a long time, so he tells the story like this. Can you tell it to us and tell it carefully? Why can't you say so much?"
Han Ling got into the mood when he was talking. He stood up and shook his head at Xu Zhuchen: "These are all important clues to the story! Don't find fault. You tell it or I tell it?"
Xu Zhuchen stopped talking, folded his arms and stared at him.
Han Ling cleared his throat and continued:
"Such a dancer suddenly disappeared in her prime years.
"Zixunlou lost the dancer, just like losing a cash cow, and the business suddenly plummeted. The owner sent people out several times to look for her, and spent a lot of money, but he still couldn't get the dancer back. Seeing that Zixunlou suffered such a disaster, the owner She became seriously ill in a fit of anger. When she was dying, she tightly clutched the hanging bed curtains and said bitterly: "I and that dancer are inseparable."
"After the original owner passed away, the business of Zixun Tower became increasingly bleak. The new owner shouldered the burden for the sake of the woman in the building. But the business of Zixun Tower was in decline. Five years later, the new owner was forced to sell Zixun Tower. Sell.
"But no one expected that at this moment, Wu Ji returned to Zixun Building, bought Zixun Building, and gave the property deed to the new owner.
"The dancer is still stunningly beautiful, but she has a three- or four-year-old child by her side."
Shi Song jumped up and said, "Has she been captured by a bad guy? She gave birth to a child! Damn it, I'm going to teach that bad guy a lesson and rescue her..."
Xu Zhuchen interrupted: "Where is the three-year-old child? Will you take care of it?"
Shi Song was a little frustrated. He turned to Han Ling: "Old Han, am I right?"
Han Ling shook his head pretending to be profound: "No. The dancer disappeared not because of bad people, but because she fell in love with someone. Guess, who is this person?"
"I know!" Shi Song replied quickly, "Martial Arts Leader!"
Han Ling stretched out his hand and gave him a blow. He bared his teeth and said, "You idiot! The leader of the martial arts alliance is my father! How could my father go to Gele and have a child with Wu Ji? Shi Song!"
Shi Song held his head and screamed for a while. After a while, he realized that he was at fault. Afraid of losing face in front of Xu Zhuchen, he rubbed his forehead and stopped making trouble.
Han Ling made a strange look at him, then turned to Xu Zhuchen: "Zhuchen, what do you think?"
Xu Zhuchen was so happy to see them jumping up and down, when she was suddenly asked this question, she leaned back in her chair and thought for a while: "Well, I think he should be a knight with strong martial arts skills. It is best to be very good-looking."
Han Ling clapped his hands: "Correct answer!"
"He was a handsome man with a long sword at his side, a graceful demeanor, and a very superb martial arts. The man has been traveling in the world for more than ten years and has long been accustomed to wandering around the world. For him, there is wind in his blood. Yuchen is destined to never rest.
"But when he saw the woman in Zixun Tower, he stopped for the first time."
Xu Zhuchen looked at Han Ling with disdain. He held a small notebook in his hand, which was filled with stories told by the storyteller Mr. Shang. Han Ling read the words just now from the script.
She didn't like to hear stories about talented men and beautiful women who were full of sorrow. When she heard the cliche beginning, she folded her hands and closed her eyes to fall asleep.
But Shi Song's face was full of happiness and he said: "Wow, what a beautiful story." As he said this, he secretly looked at Xu Zhuchen with his peripheral vision.
Han Ling smiled proudly, cupped his fist to Shi Song and said, "Thank you so much for this guest!"
Seeing that Xu Zhuchen didn't care, he became a little more competitive and continued to read:
"When they met for the first time, Mai Ji didn't see the knight in the crowd. When they met for the second time, the knight used Qing Kung, flew to the stage, and blocked Mai Ji's sword with his own sword.
"They have never rehearsed on the same stage, but they have quite a tacit understanding. The dancer swings the sword, and the knight follows her. When the dancer turns around, the knight follows her and swings the sword. Every word and every action is so in tune, the audience The audience saw it and thought it was a new trick in the show, and couldn't help but applaud.
"At the end of the song, everyone dispersed and the whole house was empty, but the dancer kept the knight behind."
"Sir," Han Ling pinched his throat and said sharply, "do you know what my sword dance is about?"
Xu Zhuchen still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't care about the answer to this question, but his ears perked up. Shi Song was sweating in his heart, and his expression was tangled - they had listened to a lot of stories, and they all knew in their hearts that this was a matter of deciding whether to stay or go.
"I know." Han Ling lowered his voice again, pretending to be deep.
"Your dance is too sharp and lonely.
"I also know that if no one in the world can understand your dance, you will keep dancing until the end of your life or be replaced by other lives.
"After hearing this, the dancing girl smiled slightly. Although she smiled, two lines of tears fell from her eyes."
Shi Song was in a daze: "This? What are they talking about?"
Xu Zhuchen lowered his eyelashes, thoughtfully.
Han Ling pretended to be profound: "The things here are very mysterious, you have to understand them yourself. In short, after the knight said this, the dancer took him to her room."
Shi Song blushed - at his age, when he hears trivial things, he often associates them with unknown places.
Han Ling noticed his changes and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He said, "... took him to his room and danced for him all night."
Han Ling turned over a page in the book and continued: "That night, the dancer seemed to dance tirelessly, and the knight also watched silently. It was dark, and the red candles were dripping with candle tears. The candles burned out, and the two of them still Not aware of it.
"The next morning, when the first ray of morning light pierced the sky, the dancer finally stopped. Her feet were already red and swollen, and they were bleeding everywhere. She sat on the bed, looked at the knight, and found-"
"What did you find?" Han Ling had been waiting for so long, and Xu Zhuchen finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Han Ling smiled proudly: "If you want to know what happens next, please pay two chestnut cakes, egg yolk cakes, and rose cakes."
Shi Song opened his backpack and was really looking for it, but Xu Zhuchen pulled him up. Xu Zhuchen is the tallest among the three, followed by Shi Song. The two stood majestically in front of Han Ling, forcing him to tell the second half of the story.
Before the intimidation tactics worked, a burst of laughter was heard outside the door.
An enthusiastic female voice came into the room: "The shaft of our carriage is broken, so we have to walk a little longer on the road. I didn't expect you to have fun by yourself?"
Xu Zhuchen threw himself into her arms with a smile: "Aunt Zhuo, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Her father Xu Yin walked in, waving a fan: "Look at our daughter, she doesn't recognize her as her mother when she sees her, Aunt Zhuo."
Mrs. Lan smiled and followed Xu Yin: "My daughter is old, so don't talk nonsense."
Not to be outdone, Shi Song ran to his mother's arms in a few steps. Mrs. He rubbed her son's head and asked with a smile, "Did you have fun with your brother and sister?"
Shi Song nodded vigorously and leaned into his mother's arms. His mother was pregnant, and it warmed her heart to see Shi Song being very affectionate to her future brothers and sisters.
Han Ling saw that his mother was occupied and Mrs. Lan was too weak, so he could only pretend to be a young adult and invite the distinguished guests to sit down on his father's behalf. When he behaved like this, Mrs. Zhuo snorted her hair severely.
After they were seated, Han Boli and Shi Baichuan, who had tied up their horses, entered the room.
"The three of us haven't been together for a long time, and I'm afraid we might get estranged when we meet. I really worry too much." Shi Baichuan chuckled, walked to Mrs. He, and pulled Shi Song out of his mother's arms, "Go, go, how old are you?" He has become a man, and he still needs to be held by his mother."
Mrs. He narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Cousin Shi, I remember..."
Shi Baichuan quickly stuffed Shi Song back into He and his wife's arms. He Xiang stood up and hugged Han Ling and Xu Zhuchen who were sitting next to him.
"When the baby in Auntie's belly is born, it's up to you three eldest children to name it, okay?"
Han Boli laughed loudly and slapped the table and said: "Sister Xiang, you don't know that these three people don't read books by saints and sages. They go to Jin Mantang every day to listen to Mr. Shang's stories. I'm afraid, after your baby is born, you will end up like someone in a novel. name!"
He Xiang pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother Han, so you want to name this child?"
Han Boli shook his head: "If you ask me, Xiaolan is the most educated among our group. Xiaolan, what do you want to name the child?"
Mrs. Lan pursed her lips and smiled, then spoke gently:
"Han Ling."
"Han Ling, Han Ling."
"Don't be afraid, Han Ling, don't be afraid...it's me."
Who is speaking? Who is calling his name in the distance?
Han Ling had a splitting headache. The laughter in front of him also gradually faded away, making his heart twist into a ball unconsciously.
no no!
Don't take them away!
I don’t want to wake up yet…
Han Ling felt anxious and clenched his fists unconsciously. He would close his eyes again and return to his sweet dream.
"It's me, I'm Zheng Yu."
Zheng Yu?
Like a ray of light splitting open the dark prison, Han Ling's eyes lit up and he was enlightened.
The person calling him was Zheng Yu!
Han Ling calmed down and almost couldn't wait to open his eyes——
The sight was ruined. The ground was covered with broken blades of grass and broken trees. A lifeless woman lay on the ground, with a long and thick steel gun at her hand. A blood hole opened in the woman's body and blood was gurgling.
Grass blades, blood, and torn trees, isn't this the most secret pain in Han Ling's heart?
Han Ling looked at his hands in disbelief:
I...killed someone?
He looked around blankly, and was horrified to find something broken in the distance. It was Zheng Yu's broken wheelchair.
And Zheng Yu in his arms was paler than the woman on the ground.
Han Ling was so horrified that he lost his soul. He wanted to say something, but he saw Zheng Yu slightly raising the corners of his bloodless lips.
"Han... Ling," she said with difficulty, "I... made the right bet..."
"Relax...you...didn't...kill anyone."
Zheng Yu pointed at the woman on the ground. Only then did Han Ling realize that Zheng Yu had made the final decision on that woman.
His arms felt hot, he vomited another mouthful of blood, and completely lost consciousness.
Han Ling looked at her and felt cold all over, and his arms couldn't stop shaking. It was as if a heavy hammer had hit his Tianling Cap, causing his limbs and bones to tremble with pain.
Reason told him that he was a wanted criminal and had to wear a mask to enter the city.
But it's too late, it's too late, Zheng Yu can't wait any longer!
Han Ling picked up Zheng Yu, used his remaining inner strength, and rushed towards the town as if fleeing. At midnight, the moon was hidden behind heavy clouds, and the town was already asleep. Han Ling looked at the dead town, feeling a burning confusion in his heart.
He could not wait to knock on the door from door to door, kneel and kowtow from door to door, begging them to take Zheng Yu in, begging them to save her.
Han Ling hugged Zheng Yu tightly, her clothes were covered with her blood, and the temperature in his arms was getting colder and colder. His lips trembled, and a desperate thought gradually emerged in his burning heart:
He rushed into the house and did whatever he wanted to do to the homeowner, as long as he could save Zheng Yu.
As long as I can save her.
Han Ling stretched out his hands tremblingly. He hugged Zheng Yu tighter and pressed his forehead against hers, as if begging her for forgiveness.
His hand only reached halfway, and a hand knife suddenly struck the back of his neck. Han Ling had already lost consciousness before he realized it.
Before losing consciousness, he firmly protected Zheng Yu's head.
