"Old man, the food and wine you asked for are here."
Chen Sheng knocked on the door.
"Come in, don't freeze."
The old man opened the door a crack and let Chen Sheng squeeze in. Then he closed the door and bolted it.
"You won't let me get a drink if I'm afraid of freezing."
Chen Sheng said angrily. He opened his blind eyes and faced the old man. He really rolled his eyes!
"Hey hey hey, isn't this because I'm greedy?"
The old man laughed, couldn't wait to pour a glass of wine, drank it, then picked up a fried peanut and threw it into his mouth, his expression was so beautiful.
"We have wine and food, but why can't we have fun with Qu'er? Sheng'er, if you pull Qu'er, just pull your two springs reflecting the moon!"
Chen Sheng:......
No, do you really think this is a wine shop?
The moon is reflected in the second spring, and this tragic song is played on a snowy day. Are you not afraid of sending you away?
Chen Sheng was speechless, but he still followed the old man's instructions, fumbled for the erhu hanging on the wall and started to play it.
He learned the erhu skill from an old man when he was a child. With his skill, he can make a living anywhere.
As for Erquan Yingyue, Chen Sheng figured it out bit by bit based on his memories of previous lives.
A pipa for a thousand years, a zither for ten thousand years, and an erhu for a lifetime.
Blind Man Bing's Erquan Yingyue can be said to vividly embody the sadness of Erhu.
Green ant new fermented wine,
A small red clay stove.
It's snowing in the evening,
Can I have a drink?
While eating and drinking, the old man shook his head and listened to Chen Sheng's music, feeling very uncomfortable.
The song ended, and the lingering sound lingered.
"Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, sad, heartbroken, where can I find a close friend in the world!"
He drank the last sip of wine in the glass, laughed loudly, and hit his head heavily on the table, lifeless.
Chen Sheng:......
Really, send it away.
A few days later.
The snow stopped, and a lonely grave stood beside the forest.
Chen Sheng cremated the old man's bones before placing them in a coffin for burial.
In this feudal era where the body, hair, and skin are all influenced by your parents, this is considered a treason.
But there was no way. As soon as he left, the wild dogs with green eyes in the mass grave would surely follow his scent and come to dig at him.
Even sometimes those who come to dig may not be wild dogs.
The wine fell into the bowl, forming slightly green foam.
Chen Sheng placed the bowl in front of the monument, and his thoughts went back to the past.
…
Why is it so dark? Who turned off the lights?
It hurts, it hurts, my eyes, my eyes!
Chen Sheng could feel maggots crawling on his eyes.
When I touched it subconsciously, I found it was wet and smelled fishy.
Maggots pupated in his eyes, and he pupated like maggots in the dirt.
Chen Sheng kept wailing and asking for help, hoping that someone would find him and help him.
But the only thing that responded to him was the panting of a wild dog.
Those beasts that ate people were so cruel that they were waiting for Chen Sheng to take his last breath, and then they divided the food effortlessly. They first tore open the stomach, took out the soft internal organs and feasted on it, and then started to eat the limbs.
But unfortunately, their plan failed.
When Chen Sheng was dying and his consciousness was about to turn black like his sight, an old man who sang songs came.
"You evil beast! How dare you eat people? Come on!"
The old man seemed to be possessed by the god of war. He swung his erhu and beat the tiger to the wind. He drove away the wild dog with three strokes, five divided by two.
Well, these are all Chen Sheng's thoughts after he woke up.
In short, his fate was in the hands of the old man.
The old man first used a horse brush to brush off the rotten flesh on Chen Sheng's wound, then cleaned it with salt water and bandaged it.
Perhaps God felt that he, a time traveler, did not deserve to die so useless.
In this world without anti-inflammatory drugs, Chen Sheng miraculously recovered without any symptoms of inflammation.
Then he began a ten-year wandering career with the old man, selling and singing wherever he went.
Finally, I returned to the old man’s hometown, used some of the money I had saved to settle down, and confirmed a strategic partnership of seven and three with the owner of the town’s wine shop.
"So, old man, did you already know that your birthday was coming, so you made all the arrangements for me to make a living?"
Chen Sheng showed a wry smile, picked up the wine gourd and touched the tombstone, and took a swig.
"Ahem...the wine in this world is so muddy."
"But old man, I still have a great revenge that I have yet to avenge, and I will never be able to follow the path you arranged."
After drinking the last sip of wine from the pot, Chen Sheng patted his butt and stood up. Today was his last night in the town.
If possible, Chen Sheng would also like to live a mediocre life. Being ordinary is not a sin.
Without the old man, the small house seemed a little empty.
Chen Sheng took out the straw from his pillow and poured out a money bag. This was the money he and the old man had accumulated from singing and singing for many years. He weighed it, no more, no less, five taels of silver was just right.
Well, his hands were not that precise. In fact, the sound of the old man counting money every night was clearly heard by him who was "sleeping".
Lying on the hard Tukang bed again, there was no obscene sound of the old man counting money as he fell asleep. Chen Sheng, who was tossing and turning, could only count money to lull him to sleep.
"One penny, two penny..."
While counting, he didn't know when he fell asleep.
The world in the dream was completely blank, except for a blind middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time with a staff and knife. There were two long and narrow scars on his eyebrows.
Chen Sheng couldn't help but shudder. Every time he saw him, it was like seeing his middle-aged and destitute future self.
Yes, in this dream world, Chen Sheng is not blind, he can see everything.
This is his golden finger, well, if chopping each other with a blind uncle in a dream can be considered a golden finger...
"Awaited."
Chen Sheng bowed slightly towards the middle-aged uncle and saluted, and a staff sword condensed in his hand.
He had fantasized about heated weapons countless times, hoping to show his uncle what Ashina's swordsmanship was.
But it's a pity that the dreamland has banned hot weapons. Even if you want to break your head, you can't get an AK47.
As for magical weapons such as relying on heaven and slaying dragons, they cannot be manifested. They can only condense ordinary cold weapons.
Both of them put their hands on the hilts of their respective knives.
At this moment, Chen Sheng closed his eyes.
Because if he doesn't close up, with his current strength, he can easily defeat this uncle.
After all, he had already "died" tens of thousands of times at the hands of his uncle, and he had already figured out the sword skills.
In reality, he is blind, and people are always bullying him and taking advantage of him that he cannot see.
In the dream, he relied on his ability to see to bully the blind uncle.
After "hacking" the uncle to death tens of thousands of times, Chen Sheng finally realized that he was too bored. He closed his eyes and became a "blind man" in his dream, and he and the uncle once again hacked each other passionately.
After thousands of failures, Chen Sheng had a strong premonition that he would definitely defeat the blind uncle today.
Then, without being able to see, he hacked the uncle to death a thousand times!
