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Xiao Xiao slowly took out a yellow piece of paper from his sleeve, handed it to Huang Shengfeng, blinked and asked, "Uncle, can I go play with them?"

Huang Shengfeng held the piece of paper in his hand and said with a smile: "Go." Xiao Xiao jumped up and left.

Huang Shengfeng then spread out the piece of paper, and there was only one word written on it - "Su".

He sighed deeply, crumpled the paper into powder, sprinkled it lightly on the ground, and strode out of Tianshui Lane.

When the sky darkened, Huang Shengfeng had already finished all the wine on the table.

The wine was home-brewed in an ordinary tavern, but he drank it with great taste and satisfaction.

The tavern is opened by an old man who is over fifty years old.

A head full of silver threads was tied tightly behind his head, and the wrinkled carving knife chopped the youth into pieces on his face. The owner and waiter of this tavern was slowly clearing away the tables, chairs, and benches. The day's work was over. An old man like him couldn't

Time to rest.

He was slowly and carefully wiping a clean and bright table. He glanced at Huang Shengfeng from the corner of his eye, and then said casually: "The wine in the shop is not good, but the guest is so kind to me. I'm so old."

I can’t thank you enough.”

Huang Shengfeng looked at the wine jars on the table and said: "A good wine is a wine that is comfortable to drink. The old man's wine is very comfortable to drink."

The old man continued to clean his table and said: "The business of the shop has always been slow. Every time the guest comes, he gives more money for drinks. He takes great care of the old man. It's really..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Huang Shengfeng had disappeared. Between the wine jars on the table, a few taels of broken silver shone in the candlelight. The old man stopped, shook his head and said, "Life is like autumn, so why rush?"

Huang Shengfeng didn't hear what he said. He passed the day with wine, just waiting for the endless and lonely night.

The night of the winter night city is as beautiful and ethereal as the night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night, but it is also as mysterious as the night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night flower.

After a few ups and downs, his black figure had already passed through several houses, and the night wind blew him awake.

Although the strong drink was intoxicating, his hands remained steady and calm.

He took a deep breath, hid his hands in his new robe, and felt the warmth for a moment.

Tonight's night has become even more solemn because of the loss of the moon's care. There are no stars, and only a few human lights are lonely against the ancient capital on a winter night. Huang Shengfeng slightly shook the hand in his robe, and his nerves relaxed.

Stretched together, it seems that an ominous omen is about to become a reality.

The dark house passed by his brisk footsteps just like the bumpy road under his feet - isn't life also a walk in bumps?

However, Huang Shengfeng was not in the mood to take a stroll at all.

At least, someone wouldn't allow him to do so.

This man was sitting far away on a cornice, wearing clothes as dark as night, with long hair tied tightly, and...

A mirror.

Huang Shengfeng stopped and stood still a few feet away from the mirror, feeling unprecedented pain in his heart.

The person on the eaves opposite completely ignored his feelings. He just lowered his head and stared closely at an ancient and worn mirror in his hand in the dark night.

It was an ancient bronze mirror, and the rusty mirror surface vaguely reflected the man's pale and cold face.

This man in black, who looked like an old monk in meditation, was looking at the mirror in his hand, as if he wanted to see his past and present lives, and as if he was looking at himself in pity. He never raised his head to look at Huang Shengfeng, nor did he move, as if the whole world

There was nothing left but him and his mirror.