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Chapter 6

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the county occupies a small area but is densely populated, and the streets are full of traffic.

The central street in the market is boiling at this time.

The peddler selling candied haws yelled and squeezed between the three of them, and the voice of "selling candied haws" was drowned in the noisy crowd as soon as he picked up the tune.

But the candied haws were very well done, the bright red hawthorn fruit was covered with a layer of crystal clear frosting, which looked especially lovely in the gray cloth.

I don't know what is the excitement at this time, everyone gathers together.Wen Shugeng, however, was not interested in the "hustle and bustle". Seeing that the peddler was just being squeezed close and then rushed away by the crowd, he said softly with some regret: "What a beautiful candied haws."

Gu Zhishi immediately said, "I'll go buy it."

Wen Shugeng didn't have time to speak, so Gu Zhishi strode away.Song Ziyu coughed lightly: "Mr. Gu, it seems that you are too close to us."

Wen Shugeng touched the jade pendant that Gu Zhishi "forced" and then stuffed into him, the delicate jade was pressed against his fingers, warmly pressed, but his eyes were a little complicated: "Ziyu, don't say that Mr. Gu is a little strange." , I think I'm a little weird too."

Song Ziyu looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Wen Shu Geng looked at Gu Zhishi's back from afar, and frowned slightly: "He makes me feel very familiar."

He turned his head again and met Song Ziyu's gaze: "But I really don't know him. It's true that he showed abnormal enthusiasm." Just after he finished his deep thoughts, he reverted to his old ways, and half-jokingly said: "Could it be that you are embarrassing me?" My confidant, would you always be by my side?"

Song Ziyu watched the handsome man pinching two bunches of candied haws without compromising his chic demeanor, then thought of his friend's gold and jade, shaking his head and saying, "Don't scare people with flowers."

It was rare for Song Ziyu to speak so sharply, and Wen Shugeng laughed.

Seeing Wen Shugeng smiling so happily, Gu Zhishi felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.The surroundings were so noisy, his master was laughing happily at his confidant beside him.He seems to be an outsider, without the status of a disciple, he looks like a servant.

Although Wen Shugeng teased him a lot, it was just by nature.Most of the time, he has his own limits when he advances and retreats, even when he smiles, it's only half a smile.

Wen Shugeng glanced over, Gu Zhishi hastily concealed the flash of gloomy thoughts, approached and handed candied haws to him.

Wen Shugeng took it with a smile, waved the bright red fruit in front of Gu Zhishi's eyes childishly, and said, "Buy two bunches?" He waved it around in front of Song Ziyu again, "Look, Yasha eats one bunch, and Xiaoyi eats one bunch." ,you have not."

Gu Zhishi didn't know what he meant, but the sudden "Xiao Yi" made his heart beat like a drum.He turned his back secretly, pretending to look at the people around him, his heart was already full of turmoil: Xiao Yi!When I was young, I was called Xiaozhishi, but now I am called Xiaoyi.Does this prove that I am still a young disciple of Master, he forgot my name, but he still remembers me in his bones?

Suppressing the secret joy in his heart, Gu Zhishi turned around with a graceful look, and said, "I won't eat it. This is for you and Mr. Song."

Wen Shugeng didn't know how twists and turns he had in his heart, and Xiao Yi's call was just for fun, and he stopped when he had played enough: "Fold flowers to give to beauties, buy candied haws to give to Yesha, Mr. Gu is at a loss, and he lost his jade pendant again." Add an unpleasant matter."

Gu Zhishi felt dejected, and stopped calling him Xiao Yi.He said sullenly, "What does Yasha mean?"

Wen Shugeng was overjoyed, and proudly said: "Me."

Song Ziyu was surprised: "You are really a compliment, good or bad."

The two joked with each other, but there was a confidant feeling that no one else could know.Gu Zhi really thought: He is still an outsider.

Even though getting along with the two of them very happily these few days, Gu Zhishi has never been able to find out the origin of the two of them.

Missing for five years, he forgot the past in the blink of an eye.And he didn't seem to be bothered by the loss of memory, as if that time didn't exist at all.Gu Zhishi lowered her eyes, the months-long search under Dengyun Peak failed to find him, and when they met again, he showed another identity.

What is behind all this?

In the bustling city, he isolated all the hustle and bustle, Gu Zhishi stared at a certain place absent-mindedly, but didn't notice that Wen Shugeng had been pulled into the center of the vortex.

Liveliness is nothing more than bizarre, deeply rooted desires, worthy of gossip, entertainment or criticism.

When Wen Shugeng held two bunches of candied haws for children to eat and saw the dirty child on the ground, he felt a sense of dislocation.

Disheveled and skinny, the child in the center of the crowd was blind-eyed, holding a plain wooden hairpin tightly in his hand, kneeling on the hard ground.

Standing next to him was a man with the appearance of a scholar, with a sickly face, haggard appearance, and a look of physical and mental exhaustion, but he said politely: "The child is very intelligent. Although he is young, it is easy to read and write. Writing poems is a blessing." Playful."

Wen Shugeng stared at the piece of paper on the ground: the writing was fluent and full of literary talent.The characters are written in an elegant and ethereal manner, with the style of Wei and Jin Dynasties.

However, no matter how euphemistic and subtle the words and sentences are, there is nothing more than one meaning to go around: to sell a son.

Be a pawn in the street.He looks like a tiger father and dog son, but it is no different from unscrupulous traders yelling and selling, just advocating blindly.

Wen Shugeng snorted coldly.There is such a literary talent, such a wonderful word, but there is no literati style.

An old lady cursed bitterly: "You who are out of date! How can you say that if you sell your son, you will sell your son? You can't get rid of the pot, you go borrow it, you go to work! You are out of date, you sell your son! "

Several benevolent passers-by around agreed, expressing their willingness to help, and quite puzzled by this man's behavior.

The man's eyes were scorched black, he was lifeless, he just smiled back in embarrassment, and didn't argue.

Song Ziyu approached Wen Shugeng and said, "This matter is strange." His finger in his sleeve pointed slightly at the child kneeling on the ground, "The clothes are dirty and yellowed, but they are made of good material, obviously much better than this man's plain shirt .And this person's speech and behavior are quite good, he doesn't look like someone who can do such a thing that is inferior to a beast."

With a cold face, Wen Shugeng stepped forward a little closer: "I would like to know what is his ridiculous reason."

He is thin and thin, standing out from the crowd, with a detached demeanor that stands out from the crowd.

The man with a wry smile looked sideways at this moment, and his figure was reflected in his eyes.

The speed of change is staggering.

Just now, he was barely supporting the man who looked like a scholar, but now he seemed to have lost his soul, and stood stupidly looking at Wen Shugeng, his eyes were hazy like tears.

Wen Shu frowned unhappily, and without any scruples in words, asked straightforwardly: "Are you going to sell your son?"

The man seemed to have never heard of it, and when he heard his voice, he seemed to be greatly stimulated, trembling all over, with great joy in his eyes, he took a few steps hastily, and knelt down at Wen Shugeng's feet .

Wen Shugeng's mind was blanked by his reaction, while Ziyu asked sharply, "What are you doing?"

The man raised his head and looked at Wen Shugeng with tenderness, which was like a lover's gaze, lingering and distant.

This look made Wen Shugeng's whole body numb, and he was about to yell at him when he heard the man's extremely painful and joyful voice: "Ah Heng! You are back!"

Rao is a hard-hearted person, who may cry involuntarily after hearing this sad and moving call.Wen Shu said in a hoarse voice, and looked at Song Ziyu in a daze: This person has admitted the wrong person.

The next moment, the man knelt down on the ground and kissed Wen Shugeng's shoe toe. He was in a state of infatuation, bleak and pathetic, and murmured: "I have seen this, and I will live up to this life. Ah Heng, I miss you so much. "

Gu Zhishi was searching for Wen Shugeng's trace in the crowd, he only walked away for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Wen Shugeng had already walked to the center of the crowd.

Relying on the advantage of her height, Gu Zhishi easily found Wen Shugeng.What made him very angry was that someone dared to do such a lewd thing to his master!

Wen Shugeng was in astonishment, moved by the man's deep feelings, and also puzzled why he could admit the mistakes of his loved ones, and even raped his parents and children.There are so many things going on, and before Wen Shugeng could figure it out clearly, he realized that his wrist was being grabbed.

Suddenly, he was pulled half a step back, while the man kneeling on the ground was swept away by a strong force.

boom!The man was kicked towards a distant wooden beam like a broken boot, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, spitting out blood.

Wen Shugeng opened his eyes wide and looked to the side.

But the creator of all this was extremely calm, without even looking at the man, instead he said to him respectfully and remorsefully, "Did I hurt you?"

Before Wen Shugeng could answer, he squatted down again, and with a handkerchief, he wiped the non-existing "stain" on the toe of Wen Shugeng's shoes, as if he was too disgusted.

Wen Shugeng subconsciously withdrew his foot, Gu Zhishi actually looked at him aggrieved.Wen Shugeng was greatly astonished, and said, "Mr. Gu?"

Gu Zhishi shuddered, suddenly recalling her current relationship with him.For a while, my heart beat with horror.

Since he was a child, he has respected his master very much, and regards Wen Shugeng as his belief, so he can't allow others to tarnish the master he regards as a god.He was so angry just now that he did such a thing without paying attention, and now he regretted it in his heart.Even back then, he didn't dare to easily reveal half of his almost crazy obsession with Master.

That clean and warm person had obviously taught him all the time: gentleness.Excessive love and hatred, in his view, are foolish.

Gu Zhishi obviously doesn't want to be crazy and irrational like a lunatic.But he just became like that.

Standing up anxiously, Gu Zhi was really in a dilemma, but he still didn't want others to tarnish this person, so his eyes were clear, and he simply said calmly: "Dirty."

Wen Shugeng coughed, and seemed to be at a loss for what he said.

And that man, guessing that he had broken his bone, still kept his eyes on Wen Shugeng, even sympathizing with the pain even if he was distracted.

The few onlookers who were pointing just now hurriedly hugged him, hurriedly checked his injuries, and even blamed Gu Zhishi: "You kid, why are you so overbearing?"

The child was still kneeling on the ground, looking cute and cute, but he poked his head to look at his father, his eyes were timid and panicked, but there was real worry.

Seeing this, Wen Shugeng was even more confused.Apparently, although this person has done beastly things that are worse than pigs and dogs, he is not unpopular on weekdays.

Gu Zhishi was furious, the black and white writing in front of the child was clearly the evidence of the ruthless father's betrayal of the child!

The man was cared by the people around him, but he was indifferent. He didn't care about the broken ribs, but pushed aside the people around him, and crawled towards Wen Shugeng inch by inch with his broken body, his thin hands stretched out straight to him.

Gu Zhishi said impatiently, "What is this person doing?"

Song Ziyu said: "Strange. Even if Xiao Geng looks like his wife, he is a man, and his stature must be very different. Why can't this man even recognize his wife?"

Seeing the obsession and sadness in the man's eyes, Wen Shugeng felt sad.He turned his head, not wanting to look any further, then turned around and walked towards the child, stuffed him with the candied haws in his hand, and asked him softly, "Do you know me?"

The child held the stick of candied haws anxiously, raised his head to look at him in fear, then quickly lowered his head, saying in a voice like a mosquito, "I don't know you."

The man was still calling from behind: "A Heng, A Heng..."

Wen Shugeng asked again: "Ah Heng is your mother?"

The child nodded.

"Where did mother go?"

The child raised his head, with tears in his eyes: "Mother is gone, my body is completely cold."

Wen Shugeng felt a chill.The man was still calling him from behind, and the people around were chattering and chattering.

Wen Shugeng roughly deduced the situation from the comments: the man's wife passed away, so he was hit hard, his emotional injury was hard to heal, and his temperament changed drastically for a while.

However, he frowned and looked at Gu Song and the two: "A person who loves his wife deeply can mistake others for his wife?"

Gu Zhishi sneered: "It's nonsense."

Song Ziyu was more euphemistic: "If there is a seven or eight similarity, it is possible under the madness of emotion. But the possibility of wrong gender is very small."

Gu Zhishi looked at the shivering child, recalled the scene of being bullied in various ways when he was young, and felt pitiful and pitiful, he mocked: "The son of a wife can still be a street trader. How can he be sincere to that wife?" ?”

The man still persevered in crawling towards Wen Shugeng.

Wen Shugeng walked towards him, wanting to ask him directly.Seeing him approaching, the man's eyes lit up suddenly, and he crawled towards him with all his might, his clothes were covered with dust and blood.

As soon as he walked in front of him, Wen Shugeng knelt down and was about to say something, but saw the man smile in satisfaction, unknowingly stretched out a dagger from his cuff, and stabbed it straight into his heart!

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