"The interest of a slap...wait for me to get it."
She smiled, patted Mrs. An's face at an angle that was invisible to everyone, and then stepped out of the door.
The setting sun in the front shot warmly, and the surprised eyes of the people in the back hit coldly on the back. She was in the middle, and her back was thin as she turned back.
But never looked back.
Don't look at my brother without a guilty look, don't look at the bitterness in my mother's eyes, don't think about the betrayal of my relatives, don't think about what I'm about to face outside this door.
She just stepped into the huge round of sunset almost peacefully, and took a deep breath in the golden light that hit her face.
Say to yourself.
"I will be back."
The warm sun in winter sinks one by one, and the wind carries the chill of the night, rising layer by layer.
The sky was gloomy, there were few pedestrians on the street, and the watchmen were clapping their clappers, it sounded desolate.
With a squeak, the waiter at the tavern on Tianshui Street put down the bamboo frame that supported the window, and smiled at an even darker corner of the dark shop: "Guests... the shop is closed..."
In the corner, a small group was sitting against the wall, with several bottles of cheap beer wine on the table. Hearing the waiter's confession, he gave a soft "hmm", stood up slowly, put down a piece of broken silver, and wiped the undrinked wine on the table. Take away the remaining two bottles of wine.
The waiter looked at the thin back of the man wrapped in a thin padded jacket, and shook his head silently—these people who stayed outside late at night are all homeless, right
Walking out the door, facing the wind, Feng Zhiwei pulled the thin padded jacket tighter, leaning his fingers on his lips, exhaling like frost.
Carrying a jug of wine, she walked aimlessly against the crowd, gradually crossing Dongcheng District where the poor gathered, and walked towards the city.
After walking for a while, I suddenly saw a river in front of me, reflecting the blurred lights, and the unmelted snow was dotted on the bluestone on the river bank, which looked like crystal ice jade.
Feng Zhiwei sat down on the snow-covered bluestone, facing the river.
She fumbled and took out the wine in her bosom, and drank it slowly from the mouth of the bottle. Soon there was not much wine left, so she poured it with her head up to her mouth.
The rough pottery jug was poorly made, with uneven rims, and clear wine leaked out, pouring down on her face and down the corners of her eyes.
She wiped it carelessly, her finger was wet, smelled of alcohol, and there were some other liquids, she looked at her finger absentmindedly, after a long, long time, gently raised her hand and covered her eyes.
The snowy night is silent, the cold wind blows, the river flows silently, the girl's figure is lonely on the bluestone, and the blindfolded fingers glisten in the night.
The fragrance of rouge in the distance is dense, and the faint smile comes over the waves, and when it reaches this corner of the quiet river bank, there are only a few trees left.
But a voice suddenly broke the desolate silence at this moment.
"Young master..."
The voice was delicate and soft, with a long coquettish ending, followed by the sound of footsteps as someone approached.
Feng Zhiwei put down her hands, frowned, and then noticed the shadows of lights and flowers reflected in the river—if I remember correctly, this place seems to be the Yanzhi River in the city, famous for its ten miles away from the Rouge Brothel, stretching on both sides, full of people making jokes.
This is probably some guest's whim, and brought Nightingale to the river to find wild fun.
Feng Zhiwei sat still - guests are not afraid of being looked at, but she is afraid of looking at others
As the footsteps approached, the woman called out coquettishly, "Oh, someone..." She didn't care too much in her tone, she turned her head and continued to act coquettishly to the man next to her: "Master...you said you wanted to show Yin'er something new..."
Someone vaguely gave a faint "uh", and the guttural voice could be heard to be slightly cool, and the tone was somewhat familiar.
Feng Zhi rubbed the wine pot slightly, and caught a glimpse of a corner of the elegant silver-patterned brocade robe, and on the dark black cloak, pale golden Moko mandala flowers fluttered almost flamboyantly in the corner of her eyes.
The rings jingled, the colorful dress turned around, with his back facing the river, he walked up to the man in the brocade robe, put his arms around the man's neck, and smiled coquettishly: "Then... Yin'er wait."
The man didn't seem to move, and there was a bit of a smile in his tone, and he said: "I saw a good show today, I really think it's wonderful, I can't bear it if I don't share it with others."
Feng Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head away.
Immediately, he saw the elegant man in brocade robe, with a smile as cold as frost and snow in the snowy night, he glanced at her lightly, then, with a slight smile, he put his arms around the woman, and took a step forward, another step forward.
Go straight to the river.
Na Yin'er was so intoxicated by the masculine demeanor that she didn't realize that she was facing the river, stepping back step by step.
will go to the river.
The man lowered his face and smiled slightly.
The woman snorted and moved her lips closer.
The man stretched out his hand gently and pushed gently.
"Plop."
Feng Zhiwei held her head and groaned.
Actually... that's true.
Yin'er never dreamed that she would be pushed into the water, and she was so shocked that she forgot to struggle. Fortunately, the river is not deep. This is a landscape river, but her face and lips turned pale in an instant. She didn't know whether she was scared or was frozen by the river. .
She stared blankly at a man and a woman by the river. The man smiled and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, without even looking at her. The woman holds the pot, elegant but persistent, just drinks her own wine.
Yin'er felt that she was about to collapse.
There are still such people in the world, one pushes people into the water for no reason, and the other refuses to rescue them when they see them fall into the water.
After shaking in the water for a long time, she struggled to get closer to the shore, and begged the man to stretch out her hand, "Master...Master..."
The outstretched fingers were blue and white from the cold, trembling pitifully like a flower about to fold.
The man looked at her fingers, slowly put his hands into his sleeves, and said with a smile, "No, your hands are dirty."
Feng Zhiwei, who was sipping wine, suddenly coughed.
"My lord... Yin'er knows it's wrong... Yin'er will never bother you again..." The woman cried in the water, "Yin'er knows... I shouldn't like you..."
Tears washed away her gorgeous makeup, revealing her youthful features. This woman is still very young. Because of her young age, she didn't know how to measure herself. Now, after soaking in cold water on a winter night, she suddenly remembered that the legendary person was ruthless and didn't like to be restrained. .
She was soaking in the river on a winter night, shivering, but she didn't dare to ask for help, and she didn't even dare to get out of the water by herself.