one
July 7th, look east.
Wen Chan fiddled with the piccolo in his hand boredly, scratching it with his nails for a while, pulling at the tassel for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh, "Why don't you come?"
The man on the side looked at him and greeted him, "Brother Lang, you were also forced to come here by your wife, right?"
Wen Chan froze for a moment.
"Women nowadays like these." The man continued, "My mother-in-law has been looking forward to this for a long time. I just happen to be free today, so I'll come play with her."
Wen Chan smiled and said, "I forced him to come here. He wasn't interested in this at first, but I just thought it was fun."
The man also laughed, "The young man must be a good husband who loves his wife."
Wen Chan grinned, "Yes."
July 7th is Qiqiao Festival, which is considered a relatively grand festival in Dongwang.
In fact, people in Dongwang like to celebrate festivals, especially the emperor, who took the lead in extravagance. Taking the Qiqiao Festival as an example, the emperor specially gave a day of rest to let the people in Dongwang have fun.
Dongwang folk customs are much more open than Xiliang. On this day, whether it is a girl who is waiting in a boudoir or a widow whose husband has died, she will go out dressed up and go out with a brocade handkerchief or a handkerchief that she embroidered in advance. For other gadgets, if you see someone you like, you can give them away.
Under normal circumstances, men will pick up the things. If they like it, they will visit the door with the things in two days. If they don't like it, they will let it go.
When Wen Chan heard it for the first time, he became very interested in this festival. He also heard that in some places in Dongwang, it is common for men to fall in love. This alone made him fall in love with Dongwang.
And Dongwang people are very smart, they thought of many ways to make money in the Qiqiao Festival, such as the one Wen Chan is playing now.
This is a house composed of multiple rooms. Two people who love each other will enter one first, and there will be one person guarding each door. He will take out the questions prepared in advance, and then ask the person who entered first to answer. After the door, you will go to the innermost room.
The next step is for the other party to enter the door. His answer must be the same as the previous person's or almost the same before he can pass the door. If he is wrong, he cannot enter the door.
Only after answering all the doors can the person inside be brought out. The longer you stay, the more money you will spend.
Only four people can enter at a time, and no one has a separate door, but the last door may be divided into two people in one room because they are afraid that the people inside will be too boring.
It's been a while since Wen Chan entered the door. He thought about the answers he gave, and they were all relatively simple. Liang Yanbei couldn't enter so hard, right
After sitting for a while, the door behind him finally heard a sound, Wen Chan and the man looked back at the same time.
I saw Liang Yanbei standing at the door with a smile, "I'm here."
Wen Chan breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you take so long to come, I've already waited for two people to leave."
"The question you gave is really difficult. I've thought about it for a long time." Liang Yanbei watched him approaching, wrapped his arms around his neck, and leaned against his head and said, "It's not fun at all."
"It's obviously very simple. I'm afraid you won't be able to answer it, so I specially lowered the difficulty."
"It's so simple?" Liang Yanbei pouted, "One of the doors has the question 'what's his favorite sound'. I've been thinking about the answer to this question for a long time."
"The sound of the flute!" Wen Chan spread his hands, "You love playing the flute so much, don't you like the sound of the flute? What's your answer?"
"Sound of cicadas." Liang Yanbei complained.
Wen Chan frowned, "Why didn't I know you liked the sound of cicadas? And the cicadas are so loud, what's so good about it?"
Liang Yanbei smiled after hearing this, and rubbed the back of his head, "Okay, let's go out, it's my fault for making you wait so long, I'll treat you to something delicious."
"That's about the same." Wen Chan muttered, and before leaving, he greeted the man behind him, "Brother, I'll take a step first."
The man looked at them, nodded with a smile, "Go, young man."
Wen Chan's mood became very good all of a sudden, he blocked Liang Yanbei's waist with his backhand, and the two of them went out with their shoulders crossed.
"I just saw Mohele sold on the side of the road, let's buy one each."
"it is good… "
two
"This storm is so fierce that it will take half an hour." An old man said.
Wen Chan glanced at the yellow sandy sky outside, and shrank his head back into his collar. Liang Yanbei, who was in a deep sleep, was woken up by his movement.
He opened his lazy eyes and looked at him for a while, then looked outside the temple, then sat up and covered Wen Chan tightly with the cloak on his body again.
Wen Chan raised his head from his shoulder, "Are you awake? The sandstorm will take some time, let's sleep a little longer."
Liang Yanbei blinked, "Don't sleep, are you hungry?"
He was a little hungry, but he could bear it. Just when he was about to say he was not hungry, Liang Yanbei took out a piece of meatloaf from the package and handed it to Wen Chan, "Come, eat."
There were many people who came and went from south to north sitting in the temple, some were merchants with sufficient food, some were wandering bandits, and some were in twos and threes, whose identities could not be seen.
A few bandits have been eyeing them for a long time. Seeing that they look good and their clothes are expensive, they even took out the meat pie. One person couldn't help it, and said to the people around him, "Brother , shall we do it?"
Liang Yanbei heard these words clearly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw those gangsters staring at them with malicious intentions, and smiled at them.
He was already handsome and extraordinary, but when he smiled again, several people couldn't hold back immediately, holding the knife ready to move, "Brother, I see that the two boys have a lot of money on them, even if they don't have money, just their thin skin and tender flesh It's also great to enjoy it."
"Yeah yeah."
The gangsters didn't know if they were used to being domineering, they spoke without any fear, and their eyes were even more intense, staring straight at Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei.
Attract the attention of those who avoid the sandstorm in the temple.
"You guys should think about it, don't do anything stupid." The old man sitting in the corner said suddenly.
The old man raised his face, his whole face was wrinkled, black and blue, very ugly, he looked very old, but his voice sounded like he was forty or fifty years old.
One of the bandits said, "You old man, don't meddle in your own business."
Several people laughed and walked towards the place where Liang Yanbei and the other two were, while other people in the temple watched quietly.
Wen Chan was eating meatloaf, when he saw those people walking towards this side, he secretly tugged on Liang Yanbei's sleeve, "Someone is coming."
Liang Yanbei took a look, smiled and said to him, "They must have come to you to ask for meatloaf."
As he said that, he inserted his hand into the package and fumbled for a while, and took out a dagger inlaid with rubies.
"I won't give it, there is not much." Wen Chan said, "And this person is not a good thing at first sight."
Those people approached and saw Liang Yanbei holding a dagger in his hand, they all laughed at him, stood in front of Wen Chan, and said condescendingly, "Young master, can you lend me a bite of the meatloaf in your hand?" ?”
Liang Yanbei laughed out loud, "Look, I told you so."
Wen Chan was a little helpless, "I'm just this one..."
"Don't be so stingy." As the man said, he bent down and wanted to touch Wen Chan's face, but just as he stretched out his hand, he felt severe pain in his wrist. He screamed and quickly stepped back, looking intently at Wen Chan , his entire hand was cut off at the wrist, bleeding profusely.
However, no one saw at all how the handsome young man in front of him drew his sword.
Wen Chan glanced at the bloody palm that fell to the side, and frowned in disgust, "I can't eat anymore."
Liang Yanbei wiped his eyes, "Then don't look."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, twirling the knife that had just been unsheathed at his fingertips, throwing out a little drop of blood, and the previous arrogant bandits backed away in unison.
The man with the broken palm almost fainted from the pain, screaming one after another.
Liang Yanbei frowned and looked at the man, "You are really noisy."
As soon as he turned the blade, he was in front of the man in an instant, without giving him any chance to react, he wiped his neck directly, and the blood gushed out all of a sudden, causing the people in the temple to cry out at the same time.
As soon as Liang Yan withdrew extremely quickly, his clothes were still a little stained. He shook his sleeves and became irritable, "Why are there always such desperate people like you?"
The few bandits who were committing all kinds of crimes realized at this moment that they had gotten into a big trouble. Looking at their companions who were still twitching on the ground, they unanimously chose to run away, regardless of whether there was a sandstorm raging outside.
Seeing that several people wanted to escape, Liang Yanbei quickly grabbed one of them by the back collar, with great strength, he pulled him back directly.
"Grandpa, please forgive me! I'm a dog who doesn't know a hero, please don't argue with me, Grandpa!" The man was trembling with fright, begging for mercy repeatedly, and was about to kneel down as soon as his knees were bent.
Seeing his appearance, Wen Chan couldn't help laughing, thinking that Liang Yanbei would recognize a bunch of grandchildren wherever he went.
However, Liang Yanbei himself was not satisfied with this grandson. The handle of the knife hit him on the head, "Who is your grandfather? I don't have a grandson like you."
"The hero is right, you are not my grandfather, you are a god, you are..."
"Okay, shut up." Liang Yanbei let go of him, pointed at the corpse on the ground and said, "Bring this man out and put him here to block my eyes."
"Yes, yes, yes." The man didn't dare to struggle at all, immediately picked up the person on the ground, and rushed out of the temple in a hurry, only feeling that he had just walked through the gate of hell.
Traveling all over the years, the two have also encountered many such villains. At first, they would teach them a lesson at will, but after many times, Liang Yanbei prefers to use the most direct method. If he is scared away, he will not chase him. If he does not leave , Liang Yanbei will kill them all directly, leaving none of these scourges behind.
After expelling a few bandits, the temple became clean again. Liang Yanbei sat back and wiped off the blood on the handkerchief. Yan Bei's mouth.
Liang Yanbei opened his mouth to bite, chewed slowly, closed the scabbard, and put it back into the package. The temple was silent for a long time.
The yellow sand gradually receded, and it was no longer a mess.
People in the temple left one after another, and after the sandstorm receded, the evening glow was revealed, spanning half of the sky.
Liang Yanbei packed up his things, and the two of them arranged their clothes and planned to continue to set off.
Wen Chan put on the cloak, turned his head, and found that the ugly old man sitting in the corner was staring at him. He looked at the old man for a while, and suddenly showed a sweet smile.
Smiling, Liang Yanbei touched his head with his hand, "What are you smirking, let's go."
"I'm so silly." Wen Chan muttered, walking beside him, and the two left the temple together.
The old man was still staring at the two leaving backs. Under the sky full of red clouds, the two talking and laughing went further and further away. When the backs could not be seen, the old man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and shook his hands like chaff General, hurriedly took out a packet of powder from his sleeve, tore it open, and poured it into his mouth.
She panted for a long time before she gradually calmed down. There seemed to be a small bug swimming under the skin on the left side of her face, and it got into her chin, and then disappeared quickly.
As Wen Chan was walking, he suddenly said, "That old man looks familiar..."
"Who is it?" Liang Yanbei asked casually.
"A bit like Situ Zhoulan..."
"You can see that?" He raised his eyebrows, "Situ should be only twenty-three this year, and the old man is seventy or eighty, could it be her?"
Wen Chan looked up at the glowing sky, his eyes curved, "Maybe it is..."
As soon as he smiled, Liang Yanbei wanted to laugh too, thinking, doesn't it, what does it have to do with me
Liang Yanbei stretched out his hand to hold him, "You say yes."
Under the red clouds of the desert, the shadows of the two were stretched extremely long, leaving behind a series of footprints that would be covered by the wind.