Chapter 3919 Extra Story: The End and the Beginning

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one year later,

The sun is shining and the breeze is not dry.

"Old man, I'm back!"

The bright girl pushed open the wooden door, holding a jug of wine in her hand, her voice was waxy.

"No matter how big or small, call him father." Orion was cleaning his shotgun, with one leg bent and stepped on the stool, unkempt, tough and at ease, reprimanded angrily, with a soft smile in his eyes, put down the shotgun, keenly smelled something, He moved his nose, leaned closer, and immediately smiled: "It smells like wine, hey, my little padded jacket understands me."

"Am I still young?" Li Weijiu asked triumphantly, holding up the wine to Li Kuo, lifting her fair chin.

"My precious daughter is the most caring!" Li Kuo laughed heartily.

"Huh." Li Weijiu puffed up his cheeks, and muttered, "Drink less wine, drink so much every day." Then he held his face and sighed: "Then Chu Zhouzhi guarded me like a thief, and put the Jiujiu was abducted, leaving me alone, and I was so angry."

Li Kuo hugged the wine jar, sitting in a very rough posture, and worried about it when it came to this: "You said you child, if you have time to compete with the master of Xue Su Palace, you might as well think about your own lifelong affairs!"

"I don't, I want to live with Jiujiu." The little girl said with a smile.

The wooden table is missing a leg and is still in use now. There are several meat dishes, a plate of peanuts, and a jug of wine. The sun shines in from the window, dancing mottled all over the place.

Li Kuo smiled, drank heavily, ate meat, and had deep and peaceful eyes.

That girl had a good life, not like in her previous life... He felt relieved, and Li Kuo looked down at the purple-gold cigarette stick in his hand.

The sunshine outside the cabin is just right.

It has been a year since the last martial arts conference. Lu Wei did not become the leader of the martial arts alliance. He gave up this position himself. He felt that he was not worthy of this position, and he didn't want to care about the grievances of the world. For this reason, he argued with the Patriarch of the Lu family for a long time, and the Lu family was furious, but in the end they had no choice but to give up because of Lu Wei's stubbornness.

Once again, I dreamed about something from my childhood, the little girl chased him in the dream and sweetly called him Big Brother Lu, with gentle and beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes.

Suddenly,

The light in the girl's eyes was gone, and it was deserted.

She asked, "Brother Lu, why did you give up on me?"

Lu Wei woke up from the dream, sweating profusely, his face was wet and cold.

Waking up from the dream, everything is empty.

Lu Wei opened his eyes and was stunned for a long time before slowly feeling it. When he closed his eyes, tears dripped silently. Regret and guilt surrounded him all the time, airtight, unable to breathe, living in the In pain, in this big net woven with regret, he was wrapped into a cocoon, unable to break free.

Never go back to the beginning.

later,

Lu Wei traveled around the rivers and lakes, wandered around, met many people and many things, his eyes were still gentle, but his heart was empty, and many girls showed love to him, and his family reminded him many times, Lu Wei refused one by one, his There is a person hidden in my heart, which has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow for a long time, and I can't pretend to be anything else.

In a place where beggars gather, the sun can't even shine. The tall figure is curled up into a ball, nestled in a dark corner, his legs are twisted at abnormal angles, his muscles and bones have been broken by life, he can't speak, he can't make a sound, he can only Barely surviving by scrambling for food, his eyes were filled with tears, even crying silently, he slowly closed his eyes.

Not breathing.

On that day, the bride had a bright red wedding dress and a phoenix crown and Xiapei.

It became Liang Junshang's unattainable dream in his life.

In a small town, the morning light is bright and gentle, shrouding the human world with fireworks.

Outside the clean and simple steamed stuffed bun shop, a little boy of seven or eight years old was passing by. His clothes were worn out, with a lot of patches sewn on them. He had just been evicted by others, and his face was still bruised and bruised. He looked embarrassed and pitiful. The pace stopped, and the eyes stared straight at the steaming steamed buns, the longing that could not be hidden in the eyes,

Can't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Suddenly, two big buns were wrapped in oiled paper bags and handed to him. His fingers were slender and pale, and there was a red string tied around his wrist, which looked a bit old.

The aroma of the steamed stuffed bun rushed towards his face, the little boy was stunned for a moment, and foolishly followed the steamed stuffed bun to see the person in front of him, with a stern face and delicate eyes, he was too timid to answer, "Give it to me?"

"Here." The owner of the bun shop tried to soften his tone.

"But I don't have any money..." The little boy lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone, his voice became lower and lower, and his face turned red.

"It's okay." The man said, "You don't need money, just eat."

The little boy swallowed again without disappointment, his stomach was growling, and he was extremely hungry, so he picked up the bun and ate it in big mouthfuls, gobbling it hungrily, with clear eyes: "Thank you, brother!"

"Come here when you're hungry in the future, and I won't charge you any money." The boss said, wanting to raise his hand to rub the little boy's head, but moved his fingertips, hesitated for a moment, put it on it, rubbed it stiffly, then withdrew his hand, Before withdrawing, he was held by the little boy, his body temperature was warm, the boy's brows and eyes were immature, and the appearance of biting the bun looked a little funny, but also made people feel sad. He choked up tears and said to him: "Brother, you are so kind, I've been hungry for a long time, I, I..."

The little boy is not good at words and speaks incoherently.

Fifteen's eyes were a little dazed, as if he saw his young self, but he seemed sharper.

He wiped away the little boy's tears, and packed some buns for him to take away.

After the little boy left, the doctor at the pharmacy next to him couldn't stand it any longer. He sighed and said to the boy earnestly, "You will lose money if you do this. You will lose everything you don't make."

Speaking of which, the owner of this steamed stuffed bun shop is also weird. He came to settle in the small town three years ago and opened a shop. There are not many customers. Dressed in black, he is taciturn and walks alone. He never sees anyone in contact with him. Only when he faces children will he be a little softer, blinding his pretty face for nothing.

Many girls bought steamed stuffed buns here just to see him, but this man was too incomprehensible, and finally ran away in anger.

Like Kuaimu, he sells steamed stuffed buns in a small town, always earning a loss.

No one knew where he came from, who he was, and what he liked, only that his name was Shiwu.

Some people also advised him that there was no future for him, he might as well go for the imperial examination, even if it was a journey into the rivers and lakes, while he was young, he could walk more, there was no need to waste time in a small town.

At that time, the young man was quiet for a while, and calmly said: "I have broken through the rivers and lakes, and I owe a lot to one person, and I want to make amends."

The person who proposed was stunned, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and didn't understand what the young man said, and felt even more weird.

Thinking back on this, the doctor simply hated iron and steel: "Sooner or later, you will close the shop."

Fifteen shook his head. He was still not good at communicating with people, but he would no longer keep people away from thousands of miles away. He said in a stiff voice, "I'm not afraid of losing money."

"..."

What a weirdo.

The young man pursed his lips, stopped talking, lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the old red rope on his wrist, his eyes were slightly soft, his brows and eyes were a little blurred in the morning halo, a little less cold and hard, but also a little like a young man Qingjun.

Today's sunshine is just right, kind of bright and gentle, adding a third of spring to the boy's smile, soft and quiet.

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