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On the street, a little doll stood on tiptoe, holding a bowl of paste in his hand and handing it up, another one who was older than him, like a brother, was standing on a small bench, crookedly giving a "fu" Paste the word backwards. Both of them were wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets, round and red, childish and cute.

"It's crooked." The younger brother was anxious, "It's crooked!"

The elder brother agreed, sucked his nose again, and went straight. The younger brother was already anxious, and he had to take over when he went up. Push and push the two little dolls, making a lot of laughter, finally bringing a touch of life to this quiet and bleak winter street.

Xiao Lan stretched out her hand to pick up her brother who fell to the ground, and gently placed it on the steps: "Go back, it's time to eat."

Seeing that it was a person in black clothes, the two dolls were startled at first, and then saw that he didn't have a knife in his waist, unlike the bad guys in his parents’ mouths, they also smiled and waved, jumping and jumping. Back to the small courtyard, only the inverted "Fu" sticker on the wooden door was left.

It's the twenty-eighth twelfth lunar month... Xiao Lan continues to walk alone. There have been too many things recently, and he forgot that it is almost the end of the year.

In fact, it is not just him. The people of All Frost City feel that this should be the most quiet and desolate year. They dare not visit relatives or rush to the market to buy new year goods. They can only sit around the fire by the fire, and they don’t know. When can the people in the city who kill, slash and slash the rivers and lakes leave?

After most of the shops on the street were closed, Xiao Lan walked four streets before finding a ready-to-wear shop that was still open—the location was too far, so you might miss it if you didn't pay attention.

"The son wants to buy clothes?" It was an old couple watching the store, who was making tea while guarding a small stove, smelling the sweet smell.

"Yes." Xiao Lan nodded.

"Wait, I will measure for the son." The old woman put down her teacup and stood up, but Xiao Lan said, "It's not me, I bought it for someone."

"Help," the old woman asked, "that son brought the size?"

Xiao Lan shook his head.

The old woman was embarrassed: "Then it is not easy to buy, there must be one tall, short, fat and thin. If there is no size, then the son will probably talk about it.

Xiao Lan thought for a while, stretched out her hand and said, "The waist is probably this thin."

The grandfather on the side just laughed, probably the first time I saw someone buying clothes like this.

"Girl's house?" the old woman asked.

Xiao Lan shook his head: "No."

"I said, the waist of the girl's house is a bit thick." The old woman poured a cup of tea for him cheerfully, "How about tall, short, fat and thin?"

"It's shorter than me, neither fat nor skinny." Xiao Lan said, "Also, he likes to wear white."

"I see, wait." The old woman patted his hand, turned around and went to the room, and took out her clothes after a long while. "My son, take a look, are these still satisfactory? It's just a bit more expensive, but the material is better. ."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Sure."

"I didn't even look at it, how could it be "successful"." The old woman taught him, "Since it is used as a gift, it is natural to give the best fit, otherwise it would be a joke."

"I'm buying clothes for people for the first time, and I can't see the good or bad." Xiao Lan said, "He has a good-looking life. He wants to wear nothing ugly. Just this."

"But according to the figure that the son said, the two pieces are almost the same, then I will help the son to wrap it up." The old woman said again, "If it doesn't fit, you can change it at any time even if you take it back."

Xiao Lan thanked him and asked as he paid the money, "Is the business doing well recently?"

"Well, for so many years, this is the best year for business." Grandpa said, "The big shops on the street are afraid to open, for fear of being smashed by those with swords and swords. Instead, my remote shop It's cheap."

When the two were talking, a carriage stopped at the entrance of the store, and the two guys came down to say hello, then carried a few large bags of clothes and sent them in the back, familiar with the road.

Xiao Lan said, "Is this a new purchase?"

"These are the rest of the clothing shops in the city. Everyone dare not open the door, but they can't help but send them to me to sell them." The old woman handed him the wrapped clothes. "Otherwise, my little one The shop also sells some coarse cloth buns on weekdays. Wherever you can get such slippery, slippery, white and translucent materials, they are all sent by other people."

"So it's like that." Xiao Lan said again, knowingly, "Just don't worry, the old folks will not stay in the city for long."

The old woman responded, sending him to the door: "The son, go slowly."

Xiao Lan asked again: "Which porcelain shops and tea shops are still open in this city?"

"That's really not there. Everyone has to wear new clothes for the New Year to open this small shop. But no one has to change the bowls and plates, the porcelain smashed up and smashed into pieces, and no boss dared to open the door. "The old woman returned to the house and took out a small clay pot from the cabinet beside her, "I don't have tea here, only the persimmon peel and sweet wine stuffed. The son will take it back and drink it."

Xiao Lan's heart was warm, and he just put down some money before leaving with the sweet wine and clothes. All the way I was thinking about the little shop just now-quiet alleys, half-opened wooden doors, dappled light, sweet jujube tea cooked on the small stove, old couple talking and laughing around the fire, making some small money, so Day after day, year after year, a whole life passed away in a blink of an eye.

that's nice.

Xiao Lan smiled, feeling a little better in her mood. After looking for the inn to put down the things in his hand, he went out of the city gate and went to the dense forest outside the city.

There was still silence there. When Xiao Lan came back, Qiu Peng groaned: "I have no conscience, where did I go? I still know how to come back."

Xiao Lan sat opposite him: "Li Mansion."

"What's so good there." Qiu Peng sat up and stroked his cheek with embroidered wide sleeves. "A bunch of stinky men are making a lot of noise, so it's better to come back and see me."

Xiao Lan said, "You really don't care about Li Mansion?"

"Why do you care? It's bothersome. The only useful thing there is the secret murder road. Now that it is destroyed, the Li Mansion is even more useless." Qiu Peng said casually.

Xiao Lan said, "Don't you worry that Li Yin will confess you?"

Qiu Peng walked his fingers around a strand of hair and shook his head.

Xiao Lan said again, "It's also because of the Three Corpse Pill?"

The corner of Qiu Peng's mouth curled, and Hong Yanyan came up: "Today is the day when the Three Corpse Pills in Li Yin's body broke out. For so many days, he has been holding his teeth tightly, just because I am afraid I will not give him the antidote."

Xiao Lan continued: "Did you give it?"

"Why would I leave him alone? I sent someone to take care of him this morning." Qiu Peng sat back upright and flicked the white jade cup with his nails. "But since he is useless, why bother to waste my explanation. Medicine, it's better to leave it for you." As he said, his eyes were beaming, and he just wrung the water snake's waist out of the water.

Xiao Lan asked, "You killed him?"

Qiu Peng said: "Yes."

Xiao Lan said: "There are so many people in the rivers and lakes guarding Li Yin, the leader is really good."

"Overwhelmed." Qiu Peng chuckled. "Those are just a mob. No matter how many people are, they are like buzzing flies in my eyes. I bet they haven't found Li Yin dead until now."

Xiao Lan asked again: "So this time the leader came to Wushuang City, but he didn't do anything, only killed a dispensable Li Yin?"

"Isn't this meeting you yet?" Qiu Peng stretched his waist. "This forest is very happy, it's much better than that noisy city."

Xiao Lan looked at him: "It is said that when the people in the rivers and lakes opened up the secret passage of Li Mansion, there were venomous worms buzzing from the inside, and the stench was like an underworld. Who are you trying to deal with?"

Qiu Peng raised his eyes: "You have a lot of problems."

Xiao Lan said coldly, "Ask a few more questions to make sure I didn't follow the wrong person, and didn't eat the three corpse pills for nothing."

"Okay, okay, I know that you are angry, am I not giving you the antidote on time?" Qiu Peng sat up to coax him, "Since last night, there have been rumors that Lu Chairen is in Frost City. Have you heard of it?"

"You passed it on?" Xiao Lan frowned.

"It's not me, and I don't know who it is, but this person helped me a lot." Qiu Peng said, "I built that tunnel to deal with Lu Zhui's father Lu Wuming. If you are lucky, maybe you can kill Hai by the way. Bina bitch."

"The Lu couple are still alive?" Xiao Lan asked.

"I'm alive, and I'm alive and comfortable." Qiu Peng blew his nails, "but it won't be long."

"It is rumored that Lu Wuming murdered invisible and was number one in the world." Xiao Lan reminded, "No one can be an enemy of him."

"Just bragging, where can a killer be clever? It's nothing more than taking advantage of a lifeless face, looking scary." Qiu Peng raised his eyebrows and said casually, "He also sold his life for me back then. The killer, whoever has the money, listens to whoever is."

"Who to kill?" Xiao Lan asked.

Qiu Peng "poofed" smiled: "It's a coincidence that he killed the family named Xiao in this city."

...

The sky seemed to darken in an instant, and perhaps dark clouds covered the lingering sun.

"Kill the door overnight." Qiu Peng tsk tsk, "That said, it's actually quite powerful, isn't it?"

Xiao Lan said indifferently: "Yes."

Qiu Peng giggled and leaned close to him, his carefully drawn eyes looked like ghosts, even his eyes were slightly red.

The wind was violent in the forest, and the rolled up blades of grass and gravel almost covered his eyes.

It wasn't until he walked out of the woods that Xiao Lan remembered that he had forgotten what Lu Zhui had told him, and he wanted to inspire Qiu Peng to go to Wushuang City, so that the Eagle Claw Gang would also be involved in the turmoil.

It was dark early in the winter, and Xiao Lan lay on the bed of the inn, staring at the top of the bed in a daze.

Lu Chai was three years older than himself. If according to the time, when he was full moon, it was indeed driven by Aunt Lu Wuming Gui, when he started to kill—As for why he was involved with the Eagle Claw Gang again, he did not ask today. I don't want to ask either.

The persimmon peel liqueur is still in front of the window, although it is sealed, there is still a hint of sweet fragrance wafting out. The faint sound of dog barking and firecrackers pierced the cold winter night, bringing a little New Year's breath.

In the small courtyard of Qingcang Mountain, Lu Chai wrote the couplet under the dimly lit yellow light, and drew his hands to let Ah Liu paste it. Then he sat down around the fire, baking sweet potatoes while discussing what to pack dumplings for the New Year.

And in another inn next to the Chinese Academy of Education in the city, Yue Dadao looked at the two turtle shells on the table and said listlessly: "What did you figure out this time?"

Tao Yuer said: "Happy event."

Yue Dadao put his hands on his cheeks and said, "This has accounted for seven or eight times, how come back is a happy event?"

"It's okay to have a happy event?" Tao Yu'er put away the turtle shell, "Looking at you crying, you have been right with me all day, what is it that you are upset?"

"Nor." Listening to her saying this, Yue Dadao became embarrassed again, and sat up straight and said, "I don't want to offend Madam, but it's really uncomfortable in my heart, so I will faint a little."

Tao Yuer asked: "What are you uncomfortable with?"

Yue Dadao said: "I can't get married anymore."

Tao Yuer laughed: "A good girl, why can't she get married."

"The day after tomorrow is 30 years old, I haven't met the grandfather yet." Yue Dadao leaned back on the table again, "but think about it carefully, the people in this city are worse than the others, fierce and troublesome. If you really want me to marry, then, that won't work."

"Let's go," Tao Yuer stood up, "If you don't want to sleep, then let me go for a walk."

"It's all so late." Yue Dadao followed her behind, "Where is the madam going?"

Tao Yuer said: "Go and see Lan'er."