Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 4
A horse, a jug of wine, a spring breeze, and a drunk.

The wanderer makes his home all over the world, wandering in a leisurely way, his clothes are never changed, his hair is always untied, and this bath... Naturally, he seldom washes it.That day, the gunman was walking on the long street with a gun in his arms. A wine gourd was hanging from the end of the gun. It was empty, as if it had been drunk.Bai Dongjun didn't dislike his leisurely attitude, he admired the wine gourd on the gun head very much, so he invited him in for a drink, thanks to this invitation.Although this gunman was poor and unreliable, his marksmanship was really good, and those who came to drive them away were all shot away by him.Since then, the gunman has lived here, drinking for free every day, and only needs to guard the peace of the restaurant.

"It's because we are in Chaisang City. If we are in Gandong City, let's see how I deal with those scoundrels!" Bai Dongjun became angry when he thought of those scoundrels.

The gunman snorted coldly: "They won't go to the East City either, this is Chaisang City after all."

"Do the math, how much money should you give me for the wine you drank from the day you were born to today?" Bai Dongjun said angrily.

The gunman slapped the table: "If it weren't for me, you would have been driven away long ago. This wine shop can still be opened? What's the matter with drinking some wine! I don't drink, so I don't want to leave it like that! By the way, what are you eating today!"

The topic changed rapidly, but Bai Dongjun continued tacitly: "I'm rich today, I don't want to eat steamed buns, I'll go buy some meat!" Bai Dongjun stood up from the steps angrily, took out a few taels of silver from the counter and left. In front of the butcher shop across the street, "Boss, here's half a catty of meat, no bones."

The butcher looked at Bai Dongjun like he was looking at an idiot.

Bai Dongjun weighed the money in his hand with a guilty conscience: "This money...should be enough?"

The butcher said in a deep voice, "Put it down."

Bai Dongjun hurriedly put the silver on the table.

The butcher picked up a piece of the back elbow, swung the machete, and made a deep cut on the elbow. He swung it again, and the machete cut in close to the bone inside. With a "snap", a thick piece of elbow meat fell to the ground, clearly separated from the bone.

"The boss is amazing." Bai Dongjun admired, while reaching out to grab the elbow meat.

"Wait!" The butcher stopped him sharply. He raised the butcher's knife, causing Bai Dongjun to shrink back in fright. He picked up the bone and lowered the butcher's knife lightly. The ground slid on the big bone, and with the sliding of the butcher knife, pieces of meat that were originally stuck to the bone fell down.

At that moment, Bai Dongjun seemed to have an illusion, that is, with the sliding of the butcher knife, flowers seemed to bloom one after another on the long bone.

However, just a moment later, the butcher wrapped the meat in oiled paper and handed it over to him. Seeing Bai Dongjun's astonished gaze, the butcher was a little proud: "Take it."

Bai Dongjun took the oiled paper bag, turned around and ran back to his wine shop, and said to the gunman, "The butcher on the opposite side, this chopping method is really amazing."

"What?" The gunman was already sitting on the steps with a lazy expression on his face.

Bai Dongjun explained what he saw just now, and then sighed: "Chai Sang City is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the so-called practice makes perfect, this butcher must have killed thousands of pigs to be able to do this. "

"Bah!" The gunman looked at him with contempt, "It's not bad to have killed thousands of people! How can an ordinary person have the skill to bloom on his bones. What's more, look at this elbow."

"What's wrong with this elbow meat?" Bai Dongjun was even more confused.

"I said that you, a son of a rich family, have no common sense in life. The meat of this elbow can be braised in soy sauce or made into sauce, and the bone is used for stewing soup. Generally, the store will shave the meat for you and put The bones are cut into several pieces for you to make soup, and the meat on the bones must be kept. If they are all picked clean, the stewed soup will not have the slightest taste. Which butcher would do such a stupid thing? Yes, meat removal is indeed a craft, but it has a special knife, which butcher uses a bone cutter to remove meat, is it crazy?" said the gunman.

"So it's martial arts, so it's not interesting." Bai Dongjun looked disappointed, as if something was connected with martial arts, and it was no fun for him.

The gunman said angrily, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Bai Dongjun still frowned: "Ah? What do you mean?"

"It means, we." The gunman pulled Bai Dongjun over and whispered, "We've fallen into the wolf's den!"

"Wolf den?" Bai Dongjun asked confused, "You mean this street..."

"Since there is something wrong with this butcher, and since this whole street has been so strange recently, it means that there are no ordinary people on this street." The gunman said in a deep voice, "I have been in the world for so many years, this point The sense of smell is still there."

Bai Dongjun sneered: "Then you should take a sniff, why?"

"It's related to Gu's mansion. Those people just now seem to be going to Gu's mansion." The gunman said.

Bai Dongjun suddenly realized: "They are going to steal Gu's money!"

"Fuck!" The gunman put his hands on his forehead, with a helpless expression on his face, "Gu's power frightens the entire Southwest Road, both black and white roads respect him, but you only see money."

"What is that for?" Bai Dongjun left Gandong City and knew almost nothing about the affairs of this world.

"For people." The gunman looked towards the mansion not far from the end of the long street, "Have you ever heard a poem?"

"What poem?"

"The beauty is unpredictable, the song is elegant, the ink is full of words and the clouds are crazy. Liu Yue is peerless, the ink is ugly, and the prime minister is talented and stays unknown." The gunman muttered slowly.

Bai Dongjun pondered for a while, then shook his head: "It doesn't rhyme either, it's not a good poem."

"This poem is published by Bai Xiaotang, not because it rhymes, but because it is appropriate. This poem is written about the eight peerless young talents from Beili, the extremely handsome young masters, the elegant and exquisite Qingge young masters, Young Master Zhuo Mo who speaks three tongues, Young Master Ling Yun who is arrogant and debauched, Young Master Liu Yue who is beautiful, Young Master Mo Chen who is unattractive, Young Master Qing with peerless talent, and Young Master No Name who is temporarily vacant." Gunner explained.

Bai Dongjun thought about it carefully: "Do you want to be that unknown son?"

"I'm not a young master. A young master should be elegant and elegant, and he can stand in the lobby, but I just want to be a wanderer, buy a horse and put on wine, and then ride the horse and whip the whip, and get drunk." The gunman closed his eyes. , as if he was going to be drunk in an instant, but he opened his eyes immediately, "You interrupted me, what I want to talk about is another son in this poem."

"Who?"

"Young Master Lingyun, Gu Jianmen. You are arrogant and debauched. You used to be a bully in Tianqi City. You are much more prestigious than you in Dongcheng City. Later, you returned to Chaisang City with your brother's order, and now you are in that house. "The gunman pointed at the mansion with his gun.

"I only know that the Gu family is rich, but there are people like this? Master Lingyun, the apocalyptic bully, let's go, invite him to drink!" Bai Dongjun was suddenly curious, and got up to leave.

"I have to meet him, but not to buy him a drink, but to find out why this street has become like this." The gunman said quietly.

Suddenly, it began to rain.

The two closed the door of the restaurant, each held an umbrella and walked into the rain. The gunman led Bai Dongjun out towards the opposite place, and finally stopped after walking around for a long time. He said slowly: "Here we are!" .”

Bai Dongjun was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"This is the backyard of Gu's mansion. Do you think we can walk in through the main entrance? I can guarantee that if we walk in the direction of Gu's mansion, then we won't be able to walk out of that street." The gunman sneered.

Bai Dongjun suddenly realized: "Admiration, admiration."

The gunman shook the spear in his hand: "I have wandered in the rivers and lakes for so many years. If I didn't have these thoughts, I would have been buried below. We will climb over the wall from here... Wait, someone!" The guest immediately picked up the spear, protected Bai Dongjun and took a step back.

On the pavilion not far away, there were indeed two women in white clothes standing.They were dressed in white clothes and stood with their backs to them, exuding a ghostly aura. They didn't hold umbrellas, but the rain couldn't hit their white clothes.They opened their hands slightly, as if they were pulling invisible silk threads.

And in the space between the two, a man in black suddenly appeared.The man did not know when he appeared, holding an oiled paper umbrella in his hand, and walked towards the high wall of Gu's backyard, but he did not climb over the wall as he imagined, but slowly disappeared into the in the rain.

Bai Dongjun and the gunman looked at each other, and at the same time whispered: "Ghost!"

(End of this chapter)