The singing voice is faint and ordinary, but it contains an indescribable flavor. It is difficult to describe what kind of feeling it is. It may be a bit of desolation after experiencing the prosperity, but it may also seem like a feeling of desolation after experiencing ups and downs.

Some peace...

It is easy to feel lonely in an environment of solitude. The sound of singing is like a catalytic medicine, which magnifies people's thoughts infinitely. They can't help but look back on their miserable life. As they listen carefully, they unknowingly

The corners of my eyes were already a little moist.

When a song enters people's hearts, it is often because they don't know what the song means when they first hear it, and when they hear it again, it's the end of the person in the song.

It is easy for people to become addicted to such resentful emotions and become unable to extricate themselves, until they force themselves into a blind corner with no room for change.

I don't like this feeling. In comparison, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I think I should fight for it with the knife in my hand. Therefore, after a brief moment of losing my mind, I quickly woke up.

"It's such a powerful method, it makes people fall into it without even realizing it."

I struggled to sit up and stared at the river with some fear.

This is not a trick that monsters like. They rely on their emotions to infect others, until they dig out all the bad things in the invisible corners of their hearts, and force others to not let go of themselves. This is for all kinds of reasons.

The best method of manipulating people's hearts.

The Qinghe River is quiet, with a little mist floating on the river at night. Under the moon, there is an indescribable mysterious beauty. It reminds me of a poem - smoke in a cage, cold water in the moon cage in the sand...

A little red light loomed on the water, and it wasn't until it slowly emerged from the mist that I could see clearly that it was a building boat.

Two big red lanterns were hung on the bow of the ship, swaying and throwing out a soft red light, as if something festive was being arranged above, and big red flowers tied with red cloth could be seen everywhere...

However, this is the territory of the Yi people. I have only seen Ayi and the others operating bamboo rafts. Where did the bamboo rafts come from?

This kind of thing is like an old antique. Nowadays, I'm afraid it can only be found in some scenic spots in the south, allowing tourists to have a taste of the ancient style.

The singing came from the flower boat, but due to the light and distance, the singer could not be seen.

I didn't run, and I knew that if I ran at this time, I would be at a disadvantage. Apart from showing cowardice and letting the other party take advantage, I didn't leak anything.

He simply stood up, quietly awakened Tian Guan Ren, and waited for the other party quietly.

The flower boat was not satisfied with its speed and sailed close in the blink of an eye.

A muscular man appeared on the bow of the boat, wearing only a pair of shorts. He was busy making the boat moored slowly by the water.

The man never said hello to me, he just turned and smiled at me.

"This is a person."

I have a clue in my mind.

Although Heizhugou is not as desolate as in the north this month, the temperature at night is not beautiful after all. I feel a little shivering even wearing single clothes, but this man seems not afraid of the cold, and he exhales a stream of white breath from his mouth and nose.

…

After the boat was set, the man nodded to me and left, and the singing stopped abruptly.

Not long after, a swaying figure appeared on the bow of the ship.

This is a charming woman.

This kind of charm is completely different from the charm of Mao Yao. The charm of Mao Yao is like a poppy flower, beautiful and deadly. You can only look at it from a distance, but you dare not get close. There seems to be something in your body reminding you that you are getting closer.

She will die, but the woman in front of me is the kind of woman I feel pity for.

Wearing an ivory cheongsam, she outlines her curvy figure. She has bright red lips, gentle eyes, and a slight smile. Her teeth are white, and there are two small dimples on her face...

The wind blows, and the corners of the skirt are slightly raised, revealing a touch of snow-white.

Somehow, I suddenly felt a little cold.

"Another unlucky person."

The woman suddenly spoke and said softly: "The mountains and rivers of the Yi people all have a gentle flavor. My brother has scars on his face. He is standing here with a knife and his killing spirit is fierce, but it is a bit disgraceful. Killing is forbidden in Wenwen Township.

Why is it so cruel to destroy this softness? It would be too cruel to destroy this softness and leave the whole world with only cold people eating people."

Rather than speaking to me, these words seemed more like her self-pity.

Maybe I was a little immature after all, and couldn't understand what her intentions were in her words. As she said, maybe I was really just a martial artist who brought trouble to the scene, and I didn't have so many twists and turns in my heart.

Asked: "Who is my sister?"

The woman smiled slightly: "Just like you, you are an unlucky person who has fallen into this world."

I frowned and asked again, "What are you doing here?"

"Where do so many purposes come from in this world? Come along casually, see some scenery, and when you are satisfied, go to other places along the river. People who are like duckweeds will naturally accept their fate and live like duckweeds.

"

The smile on the woman's face became even wider, and she said: "We are both fallen people from the end of the world. How can we meet each other before? Since we are both people whose lives are as thin as paper, we don't need to be wary of each other. Brother, why don't we get on the boat and have a drink?

bar!"

There is no need to be wary of each other. This is bullshit.

At most, it’s just... I can’t help myself!

It's me who can't help myself, but not her.

I glanced left and right, shook my head and sighed helplessly, and climbed up the ladder lowered from the bow of the ship.

A low table had been placed at the bow of the boat, and the woman sat at one end. I sat down at the other end and looked at her intently.

Squeak!

The door opened, and the man who was driving the boat came out with a plate. On the plate was a jar of something that looked like wine, and two earthenware bowls were placed on the other side.

The plate was placed in front of him, and the man opened the jar. As expected, there was wine inside, and waves of intoxicating aroma wafted out.

"A good man doesn't drink wine that has no spine. Then I thought that my little brother wouldn't like the idea of ​​drinking from something exquisite, so he boldly made a decision and gave you this pottery bowl."

The man filled me up with wine. During this period, his hand holding the jar kept trembling...

It was a pair of hands with calluses on the palms and backs, swollen like steamed buns...

A pair of... almost useless hands.

Seeing this, I sighed secretly in my heart - I am a knife-sitter and I am a fish-meat!

After staying with Wushuang for a long time, I have gained some insights. This man's hands have become like this. This is a typical horizontal practice. While soaking his hands in the concoction, he abuses them in this way desperately.

My hands, until I can no longer feel the existence of my hands, can't even hold the dishes and chopsticks, and have to be fed by others to eat. Even if it is done, these useless hands have become murder weapons, including breaking gold and cracking stones.

.

Such a ruthless person, even when I am in the best condition, it is difficult to survive once I am approached, let alone now? To put it bluntly, if these two people have evil intentions, I will not be able to get off the boat today!

Since my life was no longer guaranteed, I no longer had so many taboos. I picked up the pottery bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine is not strong, but it has a strange aroma. It burns in the stomach and dissipates the cold air from the body.

"Okay, little brother is not a coy person!"

The man said hello, filled me again, and then turned around and left.

The woman was looking at me all the time. When she saw that I was so single and even put the Baipi Sword on the table, she smiled and said: "The Baipi Sword was made by Wei Wu and named Baipi to ward off bad luck and deter treachery."

, when this thing comes out, demons and ghosts will retreat when they see it. Rumor has it that there are five in total, dragon, tiger, bear, bird, bird. The tiger sword should be held by the tyrant, like a tiger or a tiger, the king of beasts, the leader of generals, and the bear sword is

It is owned by a brave man, and as for the birds and the like, it is not worth mentioning. My brother is holding a dragon sword, could it be that he has the intention of reaching the sky in ninety-five years?"

"Sister, as long as you have some peanuts, you won't be so drunk."

I shook my head and laughed. Now that I have put aside life and death, the so-called fear no longer exists. I joked: "What age are we in? We are still in the 95th year. People like Yuan Datou can only do 83 days."

It was a spring and autumn dream, and then it rolled down in disgrace, leaving a legacy of infamy for eternity. Who am I? Why fly? The 32 policemen from the township police station just pressed me down..."

The woman didn't care at all and said seriously: "Three hundred and sixty rows, there are real dragons in the rows. The reason why dragons are dragons is because of their nature. When they lie on the ground, all beasts will be silent."

My smile gradually faded, and I looked deeply at the woman, secretly trying to figure out the meaning behind her words.

But the woman didn't say any more, and directly changed the subject: "I'm afraid the injury on your face hurts a lot, right? Sister, I have some medicine here, maybe it will work?"

As she spoke, she took out a small brown bottle from the small bag on one side, stood up and leaned over.

Waves of fragrance hit my nostrils, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she held my shoulder, and then she dipped her cold fingers in the medicine and gently rubbed my face.

This wound always hurts no matter what it touches. However, after being stained with the woman's potion, it doesn't have that burning feeling. Instead, it feels indescribably relaxing and comfortable.

The woman was too close to me, and I became increasingly uncomfortable, so I lowered my head slightly and stared at her feet.

Her ankles are very delicate, thin, not with clear bones, and the arc is like a goose neck.

Most men have an inexplicable affection for the so-called jade feet. Of course, this aesthetic perception is definitely different from the pursuit of the three-inch golden lotus by those perverted scholars in ancient times.

In the eyes of scum like Lao Bai, jade feet and high heels are the way to go, and anything else is heresy.

I think this is purely a bad aesthetic formed after watching too many Japanese movies. In contrast, I think traditional Chinese embroidered shoes are the best match. They are the rich beauty with five thousand years of history.

There is the beauty of culture, rather than the simple and crude flesh-and-blood business of island countries.

Obviously, women’s knowledge in this regard is similar to mine.

The moon-white embroidered shoes are simply embroidered with some flowers and birds, but they are not made by a crude machine. The stitching is even and smooth, and the flowers and birds are graceful, intimate and expressive.

This is a typical feature of Su embroidery.
Chapter completed!