The boy’s name is Luo Changfeng.
Luomen was slaughtered overnight three years ago.
No bones, no pain, but a numb heart, which is quietly revived in the fire.
Three years later, a teenager came to Luoxia Mountain. He was the one who should have died after Luomen, but lived three years longer.
Mountain is the way to go, mountain is the sworn enemy.
After three years of mourning, it’s time to complain.
"My parents, grandpa … my uncles and uncles, you can rest assured that my blood will not flow in vain, and my debts will not be repaid. I have learned the mystery of my country’s mountains and rivers for three years, and now I have made a big rise. I will not let go of those who have fantasized about this day …"
……
At the foot of the sunset, there is a traveler’s inn. The shopkeeper is a warm-hearted person. He often helps those fallen vagrants and beggars, even if it is a bowl of water and a steamed bun … Then he will warn those travelers who drank a bowl of water and ate a steamed bun. Lang Ke said that the whistling sword in the flag wind was returned to the sheath.
It sound like that tone of a retired elder who has been through the Jianghu.
As usual, Luo Changfeng will come to this inn with a gun at the beginning of each month. Three years ago, he fainted in front of the inn, not only drank a bowl of water, but also ate a steamed bread. That was the process of his innkeeper’s acquaintance. Since then, he has been living in Houshan. At the beginning of each month, he will send some mountain beasts to the inn in exchange for the daily needs in January.
Sota is very familiar with the innkeeper.
"Old wine head …" Luo Changfeng came to the inn and chose the old position by the window.
The old wine head is the nickname of the innkeeper, which is taken from the first word of his mantra of seeing through the world of mortals.
The chubby middle-aged man behind the counter stopped his abacus and saw Luo Changfeng’s figure, which made me feel a little strange. Why are you here today?
"I’ve come to leave …" Eyes full of gratitude Luo Changfeng looked at the old wine head sitting opposite and hesitated for a moment and said.
The drunkard’s smile gradually froze.
"Are you looking for your enemy?" The wine head doesn’t know the real identity of Luo Changfeng, even his name. For three years, he has called Luo Changfeng the first day, which is the name he gave him.
There are two things that he is most proud of in his life. The first thing is the name of this inn, and the second thing is the name of Luo Changfeng. He feels that he is very good and artistic. Every time he thinks about it, he can’t help but have a little wine to show off in an ostentatious manner.
They seldom talk, but three years of dribs and drabs of those dialogues can also make the sentimental traveler innkeeper guess a rough idea.
Thought of here, thought of leaving the old wine head and filled himself with a glass of wine to drink off.
He felt something was wrong, so he wanted to pour a glass for Luo Changfeng.
"I don’t want to drink today" Luo Changfeng shook his head.
"Then what do you want to eat? I’ll let the kitchen cook it for you."
"I want a bowl of water and a steamed bun," said Luo Changfeng seriously.
It’s hard to know whether he will live or die. Maybe he will never return to this inn in his lifetime. He will never call the kind name’ Old Wine Head’ and never taste the water and steamed bread.
The wine head froze there.
How can a bowl of water and a steamed bun be full? When he saved the boy three years ago, he also wanted a bowl of water and a steamed bun.
It’s been three years before you know it, and the 13-year-old boy has grown up. The 16-year-old boy is one head taller than him.
He should be very pleased. What is so sad?
Is it because of parting? Traveler’s Inn has witnessed too many farewells. Sometimes farewells are life and death.
The wine head got up and quickly turned away. He didn’t let Luo Changfeng see his eyes. He patted the boy’s shoulder and smiled. "You sit down for a while, and the wine head will be ready for you."
A bowl of water and a steamed bun don’t need to be prepared. He needs to be prepared because of his own emotions. I’m afraid I don’t know where I will be drunk when I turn around.
Luo Changfeng’s white eyes looked at that figure with tears in their eyes and pressed the bottom of my heart for three years. Finally, I couldn’t help but blurt out, "My name is Luo Changfeng, not the first day."
"It’s good to be called the first day." The wine head was dazed and seemed to think of a tragedy in Luohe County three years ago, and then he thought of the situation where the teenager was lying in front of the inn three years ago. He expressed a long sigh of relief
In front of the Monkey Inn, the wine beckons, the flag is whistling, and the old wine head looks up at the word "Monkey" and sighs a pot of wine and keeps pouring it.
Today, the little guy will get drunk without him! He hoped that he didn’t ask someone to erect a monument when he woke up.
……
Cher and Linger successfully got rid of Yan Lingwei’s fifteen-year grounded life, and finally drew a full stop when the sun went down.
They didn’t think about who the married man was. Of course, even if they knew the name of Jiang Manlou, they wouldn’t know what kind of family Bai Jianggu was, and they wouldn’t know what kind of family Yu Wen had come forward, and they couldn’t dispel the misunderstanding between the two sides.
Obviously, Jiang’s parents are unwilling to dispel this misunderstanding because they have never touched dust on their soles since they were children in Dalian.
Even if it is really a misunderstanding.
Because the whole Luohe people saw the threat of robbing relatives.
He won’t let it go easily, otherwise others will really buy his reputation as a Luohe bully by relying on his own powerful family.