Chapter 100: Crying on the road

The snow fell silently, and the floor was covered with a thin layer of snow particles. Officials who came to mourn one by one passed by Shen Yan, and thick soap boots crunched on the snow. The hall of Mr. Dai's house was too small, and the condolences officer could only insert a joss stick in front of the spirit, and then hurriedly exited. But no one dared to stay in the yard in front of the church, because Shen Min was kneeling there.
Bai Xue fell on his head and shoulders, as if his hair was white overnight. There seemed to be a icy tide surging quietly around him, completely separating him from the others, no one dared to approach, and even forgot to say "the factory grief." They had never seen the appearance of Shen Yun. He seemed to be high all the time, and when he swept his eyes, he saw the sword lightsaber, and the fire was stunned. But at this moment everyone suddenly discovered that he was just a young man in his twenties and his own children.
Now that his husband is dead, in this world, finally, no one will call him kindly and sternly: "Shock."
Xia Houyi and Fanzi searched around, and the cellars and in the capital were turned over. He even copied two gambling houses and brothels with unknown backgrounds, and then turned over the floor tiles of Jingshi. No Tang Seventeen was found, and no assassin was found. The man who was sometimes insidious and sometimes awkward just evaporated, and there wasn't even a piece of clothing left. Xia Houxi was restless, but there was nothing he could do.
Shen Ye was still kneeling in Mr. Dai's house, but he could not go with him. Xia Houyi felt like burning charcoal in his chest, roasting his heart.
Snow was still falling, and Fanzi sent out team by team came back and accused him of nothing. Today the snow was heavy and there were not many people on the street. The dustpan turned over rolled on the ground, and the empty stall was full of miscellaneous things. Some beggars are turning east and west, hoping to find something to eat. Suddenly, Xia Houyi's heart seemed blank. Galan seemed to be a illusory illusion. He seemed to be dreaming for no reason. Galan's assassination only happened in the dream. Otherwise, as soon as the sky was bright, the assassin evaporated with the moonlight. Disappeared without a trace.
Xia Houyu ran for a long time, from morning to night. The sky was getting darker, the setting sun rose from behind the distant mountains, and a thin red, like the faded window paper cut by poor people, was pasted at the end of the sky, and the rain could fall off. There are fewer people on the street, the weather is cold, the traffickers are dead, the business is bleak, and the thin shadows fall on the snow, one by one, they are all lonely.
"I'm rich, I'm rich!" A man rushed out of the oblique stab, his hair spread, and in cold weather, he wore only a single shirt with a slightly open neckline and a pale chest.
Xia Houyi stopped his steps. Fanzi stopped behind him and looked at the man silently.
An old woman came out of the alley with a cane and pulled the man in pain, "Oh, son, go home with your mother!"
"A lot of gold, a lot of gold, I want to pick up gold! Hahaha, it's all mine, it's all mine, I'm rich!" A man is mad to carry the snow on the ground into his arms, and the snow particles are full of clothes. He didn't even feel cold.
"My son, go home with your mother! Oh my God, how can this be so!" The old woman took the man's hand, and the old tears crisscrossed.
A fan whispered, "It's a bliss. That guy has served bliss, and he's lost."
Xia Houyi frowned slightly. Although we have vigorously investigated the goods entering Beijing, there will still be missing fish. In order to bring blister fruit into the city, some foreign vendors did not hesitate to cut a hole in their body and sewed the pill into the wound. Others simply hide the medicine in the pickled place and carry it into the city. If no one had injured his body as a result, and died at home, the autopsy revealed the clues. They would not know how to do this.
Xia Hou sighed and said, "Come, take him back to his house, tie it up, don't let him run away again."
"Yes."
Shen Ye was still kneeling.
The setting sun covered the whole body, and the snow on the body was changed one after another, and then new snow fell, and the coldness slowly penetrated into the body. The heavy body was cold and wood, like petrified, covered all over the body, even the fingertips. All turned into icy stones. The condolence man was finally gone, and no more new people came. The large hall and small courtyard finally left him and the gentleman lying in the black coffin.
Suddenly his thoughts became very light, and there were scenes of childhood in his mind. After a while, Mr. Dai burned a charcoal stove while teaching him and Xia Houyi in Wangqing Pavilion, and Xia Houyi skipped classes again. He was alone. Listen to Mr. Dai's story about a ghost story with a human face on his arm.
Everything seemed to be happening in his last life. He stared at the snow in front of him silently, far away, across a layer of the setting sun. He saw the skinny old man shaking his head, and the boy underneath thought and thought.
"Brother Jinglan."
He looked up, and Mr. Dai's boy didn't know when to stand in front of him. This child is only fifteen or sixteen years old, with tears on his face. He may have encountered such grief for the first time. He has not had time to react and was caught off guard, but after all, it will be like Xie Jinglan of the year. Strongly grew up without a doubt.
He was holding several books in his hands, all of which were solidly wrapped in oiled paper. He knelt down in front of Shen Wei and handed the scroll to Shen Wei.
"This is the last draft of my husband. It is the hard work of his life. He has not had time to cut and pay, I think, he will definitely give them to you, and you will finish it."
Shen Huan lowered his head and looked at the manuscripts stacked in his hands. The manuscripts were heavy and pressed on his elbows, like a huge stone.
He said bluntly, "I don't deserve these manuscripts. You give them to others."
"Brother," said the boy, pressing the book in Shen Ye's hands, sucking his nose, and said, "You don't know something. Actually, I know that you are still alive, sir is very happy. Do you know, when in Luling My body is not very good anymore. I was sick for a while, and I did n’t see it for ten days and a half months. After I arrived in the capital, I was coughing in the middle of the night because of the car and car, and I could only eat a little bit of food. Alive, sir can eat half a bowl of food. Sometimes I often wander to the bookstore and find a few books to come back to see. Occasionally when I hear the neighborhood talking about you, sir can't move. "
Shen Yan lowered his head and slowly grasped the scroll.
"Last time in the trial of the third division, the husband suddenly fainted, and then the doctor came out. I heard them say that although he is weak, he has not yet reached the point of fainting. You said that you want to see the sir. I saw him turning over the test post poems you wrote when you were a kid. "The boy looked at Shen Yan deeply. Man. But he also has selfishness, and this selfishness is for you. "
The boy got up from the ground, and made a long 揖 for Shen Yun, "The post is delivered to the brother, the last wish of the gentleman. Brother, treasure."
The tide of sorrow in his heart generally surged up, drowning him completely, as if a disaster. A tear dripped from his tears, dripping onto the scroll between his elbows, printing mottled ideas. He bent down deeply, his forehead rested on the icy snow, and his whimper overflowed his throat, gradually unable to suppress it. Like a helpless child, he burst into tears.
Pulling him up with both hands, his head was pressed into a warm embrace. He heard Xiahou's low voice, "Sorry for being late, Master."
Xia Houyu's warm breath enveloped him, and the snowflakes between his hair fell, and his body felt warm again. He seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and grabbed Xia Houyi's plaque, his tears seeping into Xia Houyi's collar. Xia Houyi patted his back gently, saying nothing, just holding him like this.
Shen Huan calmed down slowly, and Xiahou Huan took him home. He knelt in the snow for too long, and he was so sad and sad that he started to burn as soon as he returned home. Shen Wenxing said that he didn't enter the granules all day, and Xia Houyi forced him to drink porridge and medicine, and took care of it until midnight. The people below were so tired that Xia Houyu let them go to rest, leaving only Shen Wenxing and two little eunuchs guarding outside.
There was only one lamp in the room, and a faint candlelight illuminated a small square of the earth, and the drowsy Batu Bed was in the bright place, and a dim shadow was seen in the account. Xia Houyu opened his account and sat against the bed post, and explored his forehead. It was not hot anymore, and reached into the quilt to touch his limbs. It was no longer hot, but his clothes were sweaty and had to be replaced Yes, lest you catch cold again.
Xia Houyi found a clean bedclothe, got into the bed, and closed his account to prevent cold wind from coming in. Taking a closer look at Shen Yan, he still closed his eyes and frowned unconsciously. He was so good-looking at first, his face was pale, and the paper was like a human. Pulled him out of the bed and let him sit on his own. Xia Houyi took him off his clothes and put on a clean one.
The feng shui in the palace is good, and he is a natural beauty. The silk material and his skin don't even know which one is more delicate. However, Xia Houzhen was so indifferent that he helped him clean up, wrapped the person in the quilt, and was horned around the neck.
Shen Zheng was awakened by tossing, staring at the carvings on the bed for a long while with his eyes open, waiting for Xia Houyi to throw his dirty clothes back. Xia Houyun took off his clothes, and just when he wanted to sleep on the couch, he heard Shen Yan said, "Come here."
Xia Hou entered the account, sat cross-legged into bed, reached out and touched his forehead. "What's wrong? Are you still uncomfortable?"
Shen Yan didn't speak, he just sat up wrapped in a quilt, opened one hand, and asked Xia Houyu to sit in.
Xia Houzhen was wrapped in the quilt with him, and the two were sitting side by side against the bed.
"Can't you sleep?" Xia Houyi turned his head to look at him. Under the dim light, his eyelashes were long, and his eyes were draped over his eyes. There was an inexplicable haze. "So, what do you want to talk about?" Xia Houyi asked.
Shen Ting said something for a while, and her voice was hoarse because she was ill, listening low, "Ah, I'm not the same as you."
Xia Houyi didn't figure out what he wanted to say, and said, "Of course we are different. You are Shen Ye, I am Xia Houyi, how can we be the same?"
Shen Zheng glanced at him, and looked down at his hands, and said, "I'm a bad person. Since I was a child, you and my husband have misunderstood me. On that day, Wang Qingge paid homage to the teacher, and my husband asked me why I was studying, and I replied ' No shame, no regrets, no complaints.
These are all deceptive and deceptive beautiful words. What I really want is to deceive everyone in the Xie family and deceive me. Stepping under my feet, I want to see them crying and sorrowing, and regret it at the beginning. I want Xie Jinglan to stand high and never have to look at anyone's face again. "
"I know," Xiahou said, "I didn't want to help you step on them at the time? As a result, they were destroyed by Galan before they could step on them."
"But sir doesn't know. He always thought I was beautiful and talented, but he didn't know that I had reached this point. It was all my own choice." For several major crimes, Benbo College excitedly discussed and used his own body to fight against the entire party. He was for the people of the world, for the injustice of Xie's, and for Xie Jinglan, for such a despicable and inferior person, I. "
"Stupid. Why do you say that to yourself. You are mean and inferior, then I'm a curse to the country and the people." Xia Hou Lara pulled his sleeve, and said, "Master, I don't care about that, you are the best in me anyway."
"But if," Shen Min said with eyes down, "I lied to you too?"
Xia Hou stunned, "What did you lie to me?"
Shen Min's heart narrowed slightly, and her breath was choking. He shook his fist, and finally said, "Ah, I lied to you three things."
"Which three?" Xia Houyi asked him.
"First, the first night when you were injured in the palace and was rescued by me, I saw your mother, but I didn't tell you."
"Did you not say this?" Xia Houyun touched his shoulder. "I blame you."
"Second, I told you that I was sold into the palace by an old beggar. No, I entered the palace myself." Shen Yan said.
Xia Houzhen said nothing, but asked, "What about the third one?"
Shen Yan looked at him with certainty, deep in the candlelight. He paused, saying, "I'm not a eunuch."