Anthology of Gulong: Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword

Chapter 15: A Gentleman (2)
Most people have several different faces, and when they change faces, it is like an actor changing masks, or even easier than changing masks.

If you change your mask a lot, you will gradually forget what kind of face you used to be.

After wearing the mask for a long time, I no longer want to take it off.

Because they have discovered that the more masks they have, the less they will suffer.

Luckily there are still people who don't have a mask, just a face, his own face.

No matter what happened to them or how much they suffered, this face would never change.

They cry when they want to cry, laugh when they want to laugh, live when they want to live, and die when they want to die.

They are unwilling to change their true colors, the true colors of men.

The true colors of men.

If there were no such people in the world, life would really be like a play.

Then, the world will not know what will become.

Here comes the wine.

Director Lu poured the wine, raised his glass, and said with a smile, "Drink, drink a lot, and you will realize that all the women in the world are the same, let alone take it seriously."

Ah Fei gritted his teeth, stared at him, and suddenly said, "It's different."

Director Lu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Then who do you want?"

A Fei's eyes were bloodshot, and he said word by word: "I want your wife!"

night.

night market.

The night market is always lively, and there are always all kinds of different people in the night market.

But Li Xunhuan felt as if he was the only one left in this world, and no one else existed at all.

Because the people he loves are far away from him, too far away, as if they have become very ethereal and illusory, and he can hardly feel their existence.

He had heard news about Long Xiaoyun and his son, but—what about Lin Shiyin?
There is no trace, no news, only thoughts, eternal thoughts.

"The sky lasts forever, and sometimes it ends, but this hatred lasts forever."

Although the words of these two poems are simple and close, the emotions contained in them are as deep as the sea.

But if you are not an infatuated person, how can you experience the bitterness in it?
In the distance, there is a night flute singing a sad song.

Desolate night flute, like thinking like admiration:
Why be passionate?

Why be infatuated?

If the flowers are affectionate, they will wither early.

If a person is passionate, haggard, haggard... If you are at the end of the world, why not haggard. When the wine is in the golden bottle, why not get drunk. Drunk eyes see others in pairs.

It is also better than playing lovesickness tears in no one's place... "The people who sing are already miserable enough, why should they use this kind of desolate singing to make people cry?"

Li Xun Huan drank a full glass of wine, then suddenly knocked on the glass with his chopsticks, and murmured along with the desolate night flute:

Even if the flowers and trees are ruthless, they will wither sooner or later. A ruthless person will always wither one day.

If people are ruthless, what is the taste of life?
Even if there is no one to shed tears of lovesickness, it is still several times better than having no tears to shed.

The sound of the flute was still low, but he suddenly burst out laughing.

But what is it like to laugh?
Where's Ah Fei?
For a long time, Li Xunhuan has been searching and inquiring.

No one knew where Ah Fei had gone, and no one had seen such a person.

Of course, Li Xunhuan never expected that A Fei would arrive at the headquarters of the Money Gang.

Even if he thought about it, he didn't know where that place was.

The lamp swayed in the wind, and the wine swayed in the glass.

Muddy wine, dim lights.

The place where he drinks is just a small noodle stall.

This row is full of small stalls, and the people who come to this kind of place are all very ordinary people, no one knows him, and he doesn't know anyone else.

He likes this kind of sentiment, which is a little sad, a little lonely, but also a little free and easy.

The honor and disgrace of the world, the joys and sorrows of life, are nothing in the eyes of these people, as long as there is a cup in hand, it is enough.

Here, there are neither long triumphant laughs nor generous elegy.

The night was so calm, so indifferent... Suddenly, there was a commotion in the calm.

Someone was shouting and scolding.

"Drunkard, shameless, steal alcohol, even if you drink it, I will make you spit it out!"

Li Xunhuan couldn't help turning his head.

He turned his head to look, maybe just because he heard the word "drunkard".

I saw a person holding a wine jar, although he was beaten to the ground, he still refused to relax and drank desperately, stretching his head to drink.

An old man with an oilcloth around his waist was cursing and beating his hands.

Li Xun Huan sighed secretly, walked over and said, "Let him drink, it's my money."

The commotion stopped immediately, and so did the hands.

Money can not only seal a person's hand, but also stop a person's mouth.

The person lying on the ground didn't even have time to stand up, holding the wine jar and pouring it into his mouth, the wine was poured all over his body and face, and he didn't care.

He seemed to prefer drowning himself in wine.

"If there is no sad thing, how can a person become like this?"

"If you are not a passionate person, how can there be sad things?"

Li Xun Huan suddenly felt sympathetic to this person, and said with a smile: "Drinking alone is the most boring thing, I still have food to go with the wine, why not go and have a few drinks together?"

The man swallowed a few more sips of wine, jumped up suddenly, and cursed: "What are you? You deserve to drink with me, even if you buy me another three hundred jars of wine, you don't want me to accompany you... "

After scolding here, his voice suddenly stopped, as if he was suddenly strangled by a hand.

Li Xun Huan also seemed to be stunned, and said in a broken voice, "You...is that you?"

The man suddenly threw the wine on the ground with a "bang", turned around and ran away.

Li Xun Huan immediately chased after him, and shouted: "Wait a minute, wait a moment...doesn't it mean that brother doesn't recognize me?"

The man ran faster and shouted: "I don't know you, I don't drink your wine..."

One of them was chasing, the other was running away. In the blink of an eye, they were both out of sight.

Whoever it was, couldn't help thinking there was something wrong with them.

"The person who stole the wine turned out to be a lunatic. He dared to steal the wine even though he knew he was going to be beaten, but he ran away when someone bought him a drink."

"The person who bought the wine was even crazier. He spent money, was scolded, and called him brother. I have never seen such a person."

Of course he has never seen it, because there are not many such people in the world.

Who is running away?
Why did he run away as soon as he saw Li Xun Huan?
Naturally no one else knew the reason for this, and even Li Xunhuan himself never expected to meet him in this kind of place and under such circumstances.

The first time Li Xunhuan saw him, it was under the eaves of a long street.

There are many people on that street.

His white clothes are like snow, and he is like a crane among chickens among the crowd.

He himself obviously doesn't bother to be in the company of others, even if all the gold in the world is piled up in front of him, he doesn't bother to say a word to those he despises.

But now, just for a jug of wine, dirty wine, he did not hesitate to endure the ridicule, insult, and whipping of others, and he even did not hesitate to be beaten and rolled in the mud like a pig.

Li Xunhuan couldn't believe it was the same person, and couldn't believe it.

But he couldn't believe it.

The person who is rolling in the mud now is indeed Lu Fengxian who was so tall in the past.

What made him change?The change was so fast, so big, and so scary.

The lights are already far away, but the stars seem to be closer.

Lu Fengxian stopped suddenly and didn't run away anymore.

Because he is the same as A Fei, the only one who escapes is himself.

There may be many people in the world who want to escape from themselves, but absolutely no one can escape.

Li Xun Huan also stopped far away, bent down, coughing continuously.He has noticed that although the frequency of coughing has decreased recently, once he coughs, it is difficult to stop.

Isn't this just like "lovesickness"?
When you miss a person less often, it doesn't mean that you have forgotten him, it's just because the lovesickness is deep into your bones.

After he finished coughing, Lu Fengxian said word by word: "Why don't you let me go?"

He tried in vain to appear calmer, despite his best efforts.

His voice trembled like a rabbit just picked up from a glacier.

Li Xun Huan didn't answer, for fear that his answer would hurt him.

Any answer could hurt him.

Lu Fengxian said: "I don't owe you anything, I don't have to do anything for you, why do you have to force me?"

Li Xun Huan finally let out a long sigh, "I owe you."

Lu Fengxian said: "Even if you owe me, you don't have to pay it back."

Li Xun Huan said: "I owe you, I can't pay it back, but you should at least let me buy you a drink."

He smiled, and continued, "Don't forget, you invited me too."

Lu Fengxian's hands were shaking all the time, so much that he couldn't even hold the wine glass steadily.

He held the bowl with both hands to drink, but the wine kept splashing from the bowl, from the corner of his mouth, splashing all over his body and face.

Just a few days ago, this hand was a "killing weapon"!
Whatever had changed him, it had hit him terribly.

Li Xunhuan couldn't imagine it.

Lu Fengxian stretched out his hand again to pour the wine.

With a sound of "dang", the jug fell from his hand.

His face suddenly contorted, staring at his hand without blinking, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly roared and stuffed the hand into his mouth.

Desperately stuffed, desperately biting.

Blood, the wine stains running down the corner of his mouth.

No matter what he did, Li Xun Huan was unwilling to stop him, but now he had to hold his hand.

Lu Fengxian yelled: "Let go of me, I want to bite it off, chew it into pieces, and swallow it!"

This hand is what he is most proud of and cherishes the most. When a person is in real pain, he wants to destroy the thing he cherishes the most, the thing that destroys his whole being.

Because the only way in the world that can relieve this pain is destruction.

Total destruction.

Li Xun Huan said sadly: "If someone else did something wrong to you, he should be the one to die, why would you torture yourself?"

Lu Fengxian hissed: "Damn it to me, myself..."

He desperately tried to break free from Li Xun Huan's hand, but he himself fell off the stool.

He didn't get up again, just fell on the ground like this, and burst into tears.

He finally told his story in fits and starts.

What Li Xun Huan listened to was his story, what he saw in his eyes was his people, but what Li Xun Huan thought of was Ah Fei.

Li Xun Huan's heart felt cold.

Did Ah Fei suffer the same blow?
Has Ah Fei also become like this?

Li Xun Huan couldn't bear to say anything to Lu Fengxian, but now he had to say: "Why are you still here?"

Extreme grief is often followed by numbness.

Lu Fengxian's people seemed to be numb, and he said blankly: "If you don't stay here, where are you going?"

Li Xun Huan said: "Go back, go home."

Lu Fengxian said: "Home?..."

Li Xun Huan said, "You seem to be suffering from a serious illness, which can only be cured by two medicines."

Lu Feng first said: "Two kinds of medicine?"

Li Xunhuan said: "The first is home, the second is time, you just need to go home..."

Lu Fengxian suddenly said loudly: "I'm not going home."

Li Xun Huan said: "Why?"

Lu Fengxian said: "Because... because that is not my home anymore."

Li Xunhuan said: "A home is a home and it will never change. This is the value of a home."

Lu Fengxian was trembling again, and said: "Even if I never change, I have changed, I am no longer me."

Li Xun Huan said: "If you are willing to stay at home quietly for a while, you will definitely return to your original self."

He wanted to continue talking, but there was someone behind him who said slowly: "If someone has no family, will this disease never be cured?"

(End of this chapter)