Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Clues

Meng Xinghun slept very comfortably. If he doesn't sleep, he must sleep comfortably. He had always been able to sleep comfortably no matter when and where, and he had just eaten a good breakfast and slept in a bed that was not too firm. But can he really sleep now? There is still oil and rice at home. Before leaving, Xiaodie stuffed almost all the money into his luggage, but he secretly took out half and put it in Xiaodie's simple makeup box. That amount is not much, but it is enough to allow Xiaodie and Baobao to live for a while. For the past year, their lives have been very simple.

He suddenly thought of the first time he saw Xiaodie. Xiaodie was coming out of a brightly lit restaurant, a group of young and happy boys and girls surrounded her like stars. She wore a bright red cloak and rode in a brand new carriage. Those who saw her at that time would never have imagined that she would become what she is now. Now she is a standard fisherman's wife, with a pair of spring onion-like jade hands that are getting rougher day by day. She did sacrifice a lot for him. Meng Xinghun always hopes that one day he can make up for everything she has sacrificed. can he Before leaving, Xiaodie has been lying in his arms, hugging him tightly.

None of them closed their eyes that night. It seemed that they could no longer bear the loneliness. "You must come back." "must!" How could Xiaodie survive without him?How could she cope with the long and hard life alone! So he swore that he would go back no matter what, he couldn't leave her behind, and he couldn't bear it either. But can he really go back? The sun shines in from the window and shines on the corner of the room. After the bright sunlight passes through the dim yellow window paper, it looks as gentle as moonlight. Meng Xinghun still slept comfortably, but a crystal teardrop slowly flowed down from the corner of his eye and dripped onto the pillow.

The small courtyard outside is very quiet, because most of the people staying in this inn are travelers who are in a hurry, and they often start their journey before dawn. That time was the most chaotic time in the inn, all kinds of people were scrambling for tea and water, and scrambling to harness their mules and horses to the cart first. Meng Xinghun came during that most chaotic period. He was sure no one would notice him at that time. "He goes where others don't go, and comes when others are leaving." Even if Ritsu Kagawa sent someone to investigate the whereabouts of the passengers outside this small inn, he would still sneak out for breakfast during that time!

Because no one would have thought that someone would come to lodge at this time. What about last night? Perhaps no one would have thought of where Meng Xinghun was last night. He just lay on the roof of someone else's house and lay there all night, hoping to see shooting stars. He is still the same as before, full of mysterious fantasies about meteors, that kind of fantasies may be innate in him, and have already taken root in his blood. It is difficult for people to truly change completely. Maybe only women can change. The sacrifices they made for love are by no means what men can imagine.

The tears were dry, Meng Xinghun turned around slowly, before he turned over, he stopped suddenly. The opposite window was suddenly pushed open. Only one person dared to open Meng Xinghun's window like this, absolutely no one else!Meng Xinghun's body became stiff. He was by no means a coward and was never afraid to meet anyone except this one. Because he has always felt sorry for this person. But since this person has come, he can't miss it. "Can I come in?" "Please come in." Boss Gao's voice was still so gentle, and his smile was still so kind.

When she looked at Meng Xinghun, her eyes were still full of emotion and concern. There was only one stool in the room, and Boss Gao had already sat down. Meng Xinghun sat on the edge of the bed opposite her, and the two of them stared at each other, as if they didn't know what to say for a while. After a long time, Boss Gao smiled and said, "How do I look?" Meng Xinghun also smiled, and said, "You are still the same, it seems that you will never change." Boss Gao said sweetly, "You didn't see clearly, but I'm actually much older." She wasn't lying.

Meng Xinghun had noticed that when she smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes were more, and those beautiful eyes were not as bright as before, as if she looked a little tired and haggard. Boss Gao sighed softly, and said, "In the past year, my life has not been very easy-maybe everyone's life will not be easy, so everyone will grow old." Meng Xinghun understood what she meant. Her life is difficult, perhaps more than half of it is because of him. He also wanted to say a few words to express his guilt, but he couldn't - some people seem not to be able to say such words naturally.

Boss Gao suddenly smiled again, and said, "You don't need to say anything, I understand!" Meng Xinghun said: "You...you don't blame me?" Boss Gao said softly: "Everyone has the right to make plans for themselves. If it were me, I would do the same!" Meng Xinghun was even more grateful and moved. He suddenly felt that he owed a lot to Boss Gao, and he couldn't pay it off in his life. It may be more painful to be in debt than to be owed. Boss Gao suddenly asked again: "Is she treating you well?" Meng Xinghun said: "Very good."

Boss Gao showed envy in his eyes and said: "Then you must have a good life. I knew a long time ago that only a woman who really treats you well can make a man like you happy." Men think that women are weak, and think that they can control women's fate, but they don't know that most men's fate is in the hands of women. She can make your life happy like heaven, or make your life hard like hell. No matter how promising a man is, if he unfortunately falls in love with a terrible woman, then he will always be the slave of this woman in his life. His life is over. Gao Laodao: "What I don't understand is, since you have a good life, why did you come back?"

Meng Xinghun said: "You really couldn't think of it?" Boss Gao sighed and said, "If you come back to pay respects to the old man, I'm afraid it will be too late." Meng Xinghun moved, "A step late?...Could something have happened to the old man?" Gao Laodao: "No one knows what happened to him, and no one dares to go to his garden, but everyone knows that something happened to him." Meng Xinghun said, "Why?" Gao Laodao: "Because this place suddenly became very chaotic, it seems that many strangers come and go every day..." She suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe only you can go and see him. After all, your relationship is different from others." Meng Xinghun couldn't help standing up, but after taking a look at her, he sat down slowly again! Gao Laodao: "You don't need to worry about me, I just want to see you, and I can leave anytime." Meng Xinghun said: "Are you... are you going home?" Boss Gao said quietly, "Besides going home, where else can I go?" Meng Xinghun lowered his head, and finally couldn't help asking: "Is the family still the same?" Gao Laodao: "Why is it still the same!" She sighed softly, and continued slowly: "Since you left, Ye Xiang has also left. It is said that he died in the hands of the old man, but no one can be sure. Although Xiao He did not leave, he has been He was beaten until he became an idiot, and even had to be fed." Meng Xinghun sighed and said, "Fortunately, there are still stone groups." Gao Laodao: "The stone group is not there either." Meng Xinghun lost his voice and said, "Why?" Gao Laodao: "Ever since I told him to go to the northwest last year, he hasn't come back, and there is no news." Meng Xinghun said in shock, "How could something happen to him? As far as I know, no one in the northwest can stop him." Boss Gao sighed: "Who knows? Things in the Jianghu may change every day, let alone a year?" She laughed sadly, and then said: "Besides, maybe nothing happened to him at all, but he just doesn't want to come back. Everyone has the right to make plans for themselves, so I don't hate him either." Meng Xinghun lowered his head, as if being stabbed in the heart. Boss Gao said sadly: "Old friends are leaving one by one, and I sometimes feel very lonely by myself, so... so when you are free, you might as well come back and see me." She suddenly smiled again, and said sweetly: "If you can bring her back, I welcome it even more." Meng Xinghun clenched his fists and said, "I will definitely come back to see you... As long as I don't die, I will definitely take her back!" He suddenly felt that Boss Gao was not as strong as he thought before, and suddenly felt that he also had the responsibility to protect her, and he shouldn't let her be so lonely, so lonely. Any smart woman knows that the best strategy for dealing with a man is to make her feel weak. So the woman who seems to be the weakest may actually be much stronger than most men. The garden was very quiet, no one, no sound. The old man's garden has always been like this, but as soon as you walk in, you will immediately see people, and there are more than one people. Someone could suddenly appear around every corner, and everyone could kill you. Meng Xinghun had already walked in, and had been gone for a long time. The chrysanthemums are blooming just right, shining like gold in the sun. He walked for a long time, but still did not see anyone, did not hear any sound. This is strange. Meng Xinghun walked into the flowers, there should be ambushes in the flowers, but now there is only the fragrance of flowers and soil. What about people?Everyone seemed to have disappeared. Meng Xinghun clenched his fists tightly, the more he couldn't see anyone, the more nervous he felt. There must have been an astonishing change here. But what power in the world can drive all the people here? He couldn't imagine it. Even if all the people here have left, the old man should at least stay here. "No one in the world can drive him away, let alone kill him!" Meng Xinghun never doubted this point, but now... he suddenly thought of Lu Xiangchuan. Could it be that the old man has been murdered by Ritsu Kagawa? Then at least Ritsu Kagawa should still be here, why is he gone? There are several exquisite houses in the depths of the flowers. Meng Xinghun knew that this house was the old man's residence, and he had gone in to have dinner with the old man. The eating area is still the same, but a door inside has been smashed. When Meng Xinghun walked in, he saw the shattered bed and the secret passage under the bed. He also saw a small boat moored in the waterway. He already thought that this door and this bed were smashed by Ritsu Kagawa, but he never thought that this boat was also specially left by Ritsu Kagawa for him. "If there is only one person in the world who can find the old man, that person is Meng Xinghun!" Some people seem to be born with a hound-like instinct, and Meng Xinghun is such a person! Anyone who flees leaves some clues behind, for even the calmest of men flees distraught.As long as you leave some clues, he will never miss it! Boss Gao not only understands him, but also trusts him. As long as Meng Xinghun can find the old man, she will have a way to find out. The boat is exquisite and light, and there is a Kongming lantern at the bow. Under the light, the waterway looks more tortuous and deep, and it is unknown how many crises are hidden. Anytime, anywhere ahead, there may be unexpected things that you can't predict, and suddenly kill you. But now that we have come here, how can we go back? "If you don't want to do it, if you want to do it, do it to the end!" Meng Xinghun held the wooden oar tightly, his palms seemed to be covered in cold sweat. Will he make it out of this waterway alive? Where does the waterway end? in hell? Majiayi was originally a post station, only seventy or eighty miles away from the old man's garden. Since the post station was diverted and the post station was abandoned, this place has become more and more desolate. But no matter how desolate the place is, there are people living there. Now there are only sixteen or seventeen families left in this place, and one of them, Ma Fangzhong, lives in the official office of the former post station. Ma Fangzhong is just like his name, square and well-behaved. From birth to now, he has never done anything surprising. When others think they should get married, he gets married; when others think they should have children, he gives birth to two. A son, a daughter. His wife is very virtuous and cooks well, so Ma Fangzhong is gaining weight day by day, and in middle age, he is already a moderately fat man. Fat people are usually very popular, especially those with a virtuous wife. Therefore, there are often many guests in Ma's house. After eating the braised lion head made by Mrs. Ma and playing a few games of chess with Ma Fangzhong, the guests couldn't forget to praise the flowers planted in Ma Fangzhong's yard when they walked out of the yard. For it pleases him even more if you praise his flowers than his children. When her husband was in a particularly good mood, Mrs. Ma would also say a few words to make fun of him, saying that he invited guests to his house for dinner just to hear these words of praise. Ma Fangzhong was always grinning, not denying it. Because planting flowers is indeed his greatest hobby. Besides growing flowers, his favorite thing is horses. There was originally a stable in the official office of the post station. After Ma Fangzhong moved in, he built the stable better. Although he has only two horses in total, both are fast horses from Mongolia. Ma Fangzhong treats these horses as if he treats his own children. Except that on a sunny spring and autumn day, he would occasionally harness the two horses to the cart and take the whole family for a ride nearby, even when he went to the market by himself, he was reluctant to ride the horses. Two horses, and additional money to hire a car. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like his children. Everyone knows that the only thing criticized by others in Ma Fang is that he dotes on his children too much. Even Mrs. Ma thinks that he dotes too much. No matter what the sons and daughters wanted, almost all their requests were met. Even if they did something wrong, Ma Fangzhong never reprimanded them. Now the children are eight or nine years old, and they are gradually sensible. Mrs. Ma sometimes wants to send them to private schools in the city to study, but Ma Fangzhong always firmly opposes it. Because he couldn't bear to leave them even for a day, as long as he was free, he would accompany them to play everywhere, no matter how they wanted to play, he never said "no" once. Mrs. Ma sometimes complains: "Daughter is okay. If your son is illiterate, what will happen when he grows up? Even if you are reluctant to send them to study outside, you should teach him yourself. How can you play with him all day?" Ma Fangzhong always agreed with a smile, but the next time he picked up the book, as long as his son said he wanted to go fishing, he would immediately put down the book and go fishing with his son. Mrs. Ma also has nothing to do with the father and son. But apart from this, no matter what Mrs. Ma said, Ma Fangzhong would always obey her. The old ladies and young daughters-in-law in the village are all envious of Mrs. Ma. They must have accumulated virtue in their previous lives to marry such a good husband. Mrs. Ma herself was of course very satisfied. Because Ma Fangzhong is not only a good father, but also a good husband and friend. No one will deny this.For such a good gentleman like Ma Fangzhong, no one would have guessed that he would have any secrets. Even Mrs. Ma would never have dreamed that her husband would have a secret. There is only one secret. A terrible secret. The weather was particularly good that day, and Ma Fangzhong was in a particularly good mood. So Mrs. Ma specially cooked some of his favorite dishes, invited two of his most welcome guests, and had a very pleasant dinner. After dinner, after playing a few games of chess, the guests left. Before leaving, of course, they did not forget to praise the flowers in the yard. The chrysanthemums are blooming now, and they are blooming just right. After the guests left, Ma Fangzhong was still lingering in the yard, reluctant to go back to his room to sleep. The sky is high and crisp, the wind blows on the body, neither cold nor hot. Mrs. Ma brought out the wicker chair she used in summer, made a pot of tea, and chatted with her husband in the yard. After chatting, we talked about that old saying again. "Xiaozhong is almost ten years old, and he hasn't even finished reading a Three Character Classic. How long do you want him to play?" Ma Fangzhong was silent, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "Maybe I can start teaching him to read now." Mrs. Ma breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Actually, you should have started a long time ago. I really don't understand why you wait until now?" Ma Fangzhong smiled, shook his head, and murmured: "It's better that you don't understand some things." Mrs. Ma said, "What else is there?" Ma Fangzhong said: "It's best for a woman not to even ask about men's affairs. When the time comes, she will let you know." After all, he still doesn't know much about women. The more you tell a woman not to ask, the more she will ask. Mrs. Ma said: "When, what exactly is it?" Ma Fangzhong smiled and said, "Based on the current situation, that time will never come." He took a sip of tea slowly, smiled very special, and said: "The tea is good, after drinking this cup of tea, go to sleep first!" This means the conversation is over. Mrs. Ma took the tea obediently, and just after taking a sip, she suddenly noticed a few chrysanthemums moving in the yard. She thought it was her eyes, but the chrysanthemums moved even more violently. Suddenly, these chrysanthemums jumped up out of thin air, and the soil below them also splashed out, and a hole was opened in the ground in shock. Surprisingly, someone poked his head out of the hole. A head as big as a bucket, with a bald top, without even a single hair, a face that is pale and blue, and blue and white, as if wearing a bronze mask. But it was definitely not a mask, because his nose was moving and he was taking long breaths. Looking at the way he inhales, it seems that he hasn't breathed for a long, long time. Isn't this human?Could it be an evil ghost who just escaped from hell. "Dang", the tea bowl fell to the ground and shattered. Mrs. Ma was so frightened that she almost fainted. In the middle of the night, suddenly such a person came out of the ground. Even a person ten times more courageous than Mrs. Ma would inevitably be scared out of his wits.The strange thing is that Ma Fangzhong didn't even look frightened at all, as if he had expected this kind of thing to happen. Not only did he not run away, but he quickly went up to meet him. Judging from his actions at this time, he no longer looked like a fat man who was full of food all day long and was too lazy to move his limbs. Even Matthew had never seen her husband act so swiftly. The people underground have come out. Ma Fangzhong is not short, but this man is two feet taller than him.In such a cold weather, with his upper body naked, he looked like a giant spirit god. As soon as Ma Fangzhong jumped over, he immediately said in a deep voice, "Where's the old man?" The giant didn't answer, but asked in a deep voice, "You are Ma Fangzhong?" His tone of voice seemed jerky and labored, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long, long time, and he didn't look at Ma Fangzhong when he spoke. Only then did Mrs. Ma discover that he was blind. Ma Fangzhong said: "I am not Ma Fangzhong, but Fang Zhongju." Why doesn't he admit that he is Ma Fangzhong? The giant nodded, as if satisfied with the answer. Then he turned around and pulled a person out of the hole. A woman, a young and beautiful woman, but her face was full of horror and fear, and her whole body was constantly shaking. She was wrapped in a thin quilt, but Mrs. Ma could already see that she was naked under the thin quilt! Women always see women more clearly. "How can such a young and beautiful girl be with this evil giant? How could she come out of the ground?" Mrs. Ma couldn't figure it out! No one can figure it out. No one would have thought that the exit of the old man's secret passage was just under the flower bed in Ma Fangzhong's courtyard. No one could have imagined that such a person in Ma Fangzhong would have a relationship with the old man.