Chapter 13 Chapter Twelfth Even a Dance Is Ecstasy

【one】 February twenty-three. Luoyang. The sky is full of wind and snow. Wearing a hat, cape and felt, whipping a fast horse, Sima Chaoqun braved the last snowstorm of this winter to rush out of Luoyang and head for Chang'an. He knew that Zhu Meng had probably arrived in Chang'an by now. Although the strength of the Great Escort is strong, its power is too scattered.Most of the first-class players under the Escort Bureau are the big tycoons who occupy one side of the world, but they will not easily leave their bases to go to Chang'an. The people that Zhu Meng brought to Chang'an this time were all dead men who were one against ten, and none of them planned to return to Luoyang alive.

Zhuo Donglai would definitely see this, and would never fight Zhu Meng head-on. But he must have a way to deal with Zhu Meng, and the method he used must be extremely effective. Deceitful, cruel, despicable, but absolutely effective. No one knows Zhuo Donglai better than Sima Chaoqun. He only hoped that he could go back in time and stop Zhuo Donglai from doing something that would make him regret for the rest of his life. He had climbed high enough and was already feeling very tired. He really didn't want to step on Zhu Meng's body to climb to a higher floor. How will Zhuo Donglai deal with Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao?

Sima Chaoqun hadn't thought about it yet, nor had he seriously thought about it.Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like pairs of butterflies flying. His heart sank suddenly, because he already knew what method Zhuo Donglai used. 【two】 On the same day, Chang'an. Chang Anju. The first floor of Chang'an Residence is surrounded by thousands of plum blossoms. There is no fire upstairs, so lighting a fire is vulgar.Appreciating plum blossoms should be cold, the colder the more fragrant, the colder the more elegant. Of course, only those who wear sable fur and drink alcohol and never know what hunger and cold are will understand this kind of thing. Of course, those who can't eat enough to keep warm all year round will not understand.

"Unexpectedly, the two of you came earlier than me." When Zhuo Dong came upstairs, Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao were already sitting on the top of the building, and there was only half of a jar of wine left. "It's a knife to stretch your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head. Since it's decided to come, why don't you come earlier? First drink the good wine here that doesn't cost money to your mother's heart." "Yes, what Hall Master Zhu said is that it is better to come early." Zhuo Donglai smiled, "The earlier you come, the more you can see."

He pushed open all the upstairs windows one by one: "Aside from this garden full of plum blossoms, what else did Hall Master Zhu see?" "I also saw a lot of shit." Zhu Meng opened his mouth wide, "I don't know where the wild dogs came out of." Zhuo Donglai's expression didn't change, nor was he angry. "I'm not too sure about this," he said, "but I can assure you that the wild dog was definitely not an ambush laid by me, nor did it come from the Escort Bureau." "How do you know it didn't come from the Escort?" Zhu Meng sneered, "Have you asked it? Have you talked?"

Zhuo Donglai was still smiling. "There are some things that you don't need to ask." Zhuo Donglai said, "For example, when Hall Master Zhu saw a pile of dog shit, he knew it was dog shit, so he didn't need to ask whether the pile of shit was made by dogs. Can't talk like shit." Zhu Meng laughed. "Okay, well said, I can't beat you." He laughed and toasted, "I can only drink with you." "I'll accompany you when you drink." Zhuo Donglai also raised his glass and drank it down: "It's just that you and I must understand one thing very well."

"What's up?" "Hall Master Zhu is willing to honor you by coming here, of course it's not just to drink a few glasses of water and wine." "Oh?" "Master Zhu came here just to see what kind of tricks Zhuo Donglai wants to play?" Zhu Meng laughed again: "You're right again this time, it's so damn good." His laughter suddenly stopped, a pair of big bloodshot eyes shot out a lightning-like stern light, and he asked Zhuo Donglai sharply: "What kind of trick do you want to play?" "Actually, there are no tricks. Even if there are, I am not the one playing tricks."

"Not who are you?" Zhuo Donglai poured another glass of wine, took a shallow sip, and then said word by word in his unique tone: "I invited Master Zhu to come here tonight, just because someone is going to be the king tonight." dance." Zhu Meng's expression suddenly changed. At this moment, how does he feel in his heart? No one can understand it, and no one can describe it. Scratching, acupuncture, and burning are not enough to describe. Zhuo Donglai raised his glass to Xiao Gao. "The dance of Butterfly Dance is the best in the world. It is definitely not easy to see. You and I have good luck today."

Xiao Gao was silent. Zhuo Donglai smiled: "It's just that it's not this dance that I invited Brother Gao to watch tonight." "What do you want me to see?" "It's a person." Zhuo Donglai said word by word, "A person that Brother Gao really wants to see." Xiao Gao's face also changed. ——A woman who doesn't even know her name, a relationship that will never be forgotten. Zhuo Donglai smiled leisurely: "Brother Gao must have already guessed who I am talking about by now." With a sound of "Bo", the wine glass in Xiao Gao's hand shattered, and the pieces pierced into his palm one by one.

Zhu Meng suddenly let out a tiger roar, stretched out his big hand with bulging veins, and grabbed Zhuo Donglai's lapel: "Where is she? Where is the person you mentioned?" Zhuo Donglai didn't move, he looked at his hand coldly, and waited until the hand loosened his lapel before he said slowly: "The person I'm talking about will come soon." He seemed to be saying this to Zhu Meng, but his eyes were on Xiao Gao. 【three】 At this time, a shiny black-painted carriage stopped outside the gate of Chang'an Residence. There is faint sound of silk and bamboo orchestra coming out from the garden, the music is poignant, accompanied by low-pitched singing, singing about the joys and sorrows of life, the singing is full of helpless sadness.

"Spring goes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fall; when it comes time to part, who can stay?" Die Wu was sitting in the carriage, listening to it, a long-dead leaf was blowing from nowhere in the wind, and it fell gently on the snow like a butterfly. She opened the car door and walked down, picked up the fallen leaf, and stared at it for an unknown amount of time. I don't know where a drop of water dripped, and it fell on this fallen leaf. I don't know if it is tears or rain?It looks like the dewdrops on the green leaves in full bloom in spring. 【Four】 The building is full of cold fragrance and cold wind.However, Zhu Meng opened his clothes further, as if he wanted to let the cold wind like a blade penetrate into his heart. Neither he nor Xiao Gao spoke.The kind of sweet, thick, sour and bitter thoughts have blocked their throats. A white-haired blind old man walked up the stairs slowly, tapping the ground with a bamboo stick. A little girl with a big braid followed the old man by the hem of his clothes. The old man is holding a flute, and the young girl is holding a pipa, obviously they are musicians who are going to accompany the butterfly dance.Although the old man's wrinkled face is expressionless, every wrinkle is like a grave, burying countless sufferings and sorrows. He has seen too many sad things in the world. The girl has never seen anything, because she is also blind, blind from birth, has never seen the light at all, and has no idea what the joy of youth looks like. How can such two people achieve happiness and joy? The old man walked up silently, walked silently to a corner he was familiar with and sat down. It's not the first time he's been here, and every time he comes here, it's an elegy. Play dirges for those who usually laugh too much, and use singing to provoke some secret pain in their hearts. These people were willing to let him do the same. ——Human beings are really strange animals, sometimes they treat pain and sorrow as a kind of enjoyment. There were footsteps downstairs again. Quick footsteps, light and vibrating. Hearing the footsteps, Xiao Gao's people had already passed the table, rushed to the stairs, and rushed down. Zhu Meng didn't move. His whole body seemed to have stiffened, turning into a corpse that had turned into rock, the corpse of a dead person in ancient times. A woman who doesn't even know her name, a relationship that will never be forgotten. Xiao Gao originally thought that he would never see her again, but now she is already in front of his eyes. —Is this a dream? She saw him too. She looked at him obsessively, but she didn't know it was surprise?Is it joy?Do you want to go up?Still want to escape? Xiao Gao didn't let her choose. He had already rushed up, grabbed her, and grabbed her two hands with two hands. This is not a dream, nor is it a hallucination. The feeling in his hand is so warm and full, and the feeling in his heart is also so warm and full. "Why did you leave that day? Where did you go? How did you come here?" Xiao Gao didn't ask these words. As long as they can meet, nothing else matters. "You are here, you are really here, this time I will never let you go again." He grabbed her and walked up the ladder step by step backwards, his eyes couldn't bear to leave her face anymore. Suddenly, there was a change on her face that no one could have expected. Her pupils suddenly contracted due to fear, and then suddenly expanded, and her whole body seemed to have collapsed and collapsed. —what did she see? Xiao Gao looked at her in surprise, and wanted to go back immediately to find out what she saw. But a terrible change suddenly appeared on his own face, as if he suddenly thought of a terrible thing, and it took a long, long time before he dared to turn around. He turned around and saw Zhu Meng. The expression on Zhu Meng's face looked like a beast, a beast that had fallen into a hunter's trap, sad, angry and desperate.The person he was looking at was the one who came upstairs from Xiao Gao La. butterfly dance. Suddenly Xiao Gao fully understood. butterfly dance. This woman whom he will never forget is the Die Wu whom Zhu Meng will never forget. ——Why is fate so cruel! It's not fate, it's not coincidence, absolutely not. Zhuo Donglai looked at them, the smile in his eyes was like an evil god looking at the sacrifices made by fools for him. Cold hands. Everyone's hands are cold. Xiao Gao let go of Die Wu's cold hand, and started to back up again, into a corner. Zhu Meng's eyes were fixed on his face now, a pair of big bloodshot eyes seemed to have turned into a spear. A bloody spear. Xiao Gao died. Although his person is not dead yet, his heart has already been stabbed to death by this bloody spear. But even death cannot escape. ——What will Zhu Meng do to him?How should he treat Zhu Meng? Xiao Gao didn't dare to think about it, and couldn't think of it.He couldn't think at all. The only thing he can do is "go". Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, someone suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute." Xiao Gao was surprised to find that Die Wu had completely recovered her composure, and was not afraid to face him anymore. "I know you're leaving, and I know you have to go." Die Wu said, "But you must wait before leaving." Her attitude is calm and firm, and there seems to be a power in her eyes that can make no one refuse her. One can only develop this power when one is completely fearless about everything. Die Wu turned to face Zhu Meng again: "I remember you once said that when I want to dance, no one can leave." Zhu Meng clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to crush the world in his palms and destroy everything. Zhuo Donglai laughed, and asked Die Wu with a sullen smile, "Can you still dance?" "Have you ever seen a spring silkworm spinning silk?" Die Wu said, "As long as it is not dead, its silk will not run out." "Me too, as long as I'm alive, I can dance," she said. Zhuo Donglai clapped his hands: "That's really great." The fox cloak fell, and the dance clothes fluttered. The white-headed musician who had been sitting silently in a corner suddenly stood up, his haggard and tired old face looked like a crumpled piece of yellow paper. "I'm blind, old and blind, and it's been a long time since I've thought of anything that would make me happy, so I always play some sad music for the gentlemen." He said slowly, "But today I'm going to make an exception." "Make an exception and play a happy tune for us?" Zhuo Donglai asked. "yes." "Did you think of anything happy today?" "No." "Since there is no such thing, why make an exception?" The white-headed musician stared at the darkness in the distance with a pair of blind eyes that could not see anything at all. His voice was hoarse and mournful: "Although I am blind, old and blind, I can still feel that there are too many sad things here today. .” With the sound of "Peng Cong", the pipa sounded, and the old man's first sound attracted the pipa like a thread.One thread has become countless, and the strings of the pipa are like beads falling on a jade plate. Every strand, every bead, is light and joyful.What he plays today is no longer those helpless sorrows in life. What he plays is the joy of life. Diewu is dancing. She danced with the same lightness and joy, as if she had forgotten all the troubles in her life. Her life has become one with her dance, and she has put her life into her dance. Because the only thing left in her life is dancing. Because she is a dancer. At this moment, she is no longer the woman who has experienced vicissitudes and sufferings, but a dancer, so noble, so pure, so beautiful. She danced her joy and youth, and her youth and joy also disappeared in the dance. "The sword is ruthless, Zhuang Sheng has no dreams; dance for the king, and turn into a butterfly." The old man playing the pipa suddenly burst into tears. He played joyful music, but tears flowed from his empty, blind eyes. He couldn't see the people in the room, but he felt it. —what a sad man, how dark. The joyful music he played only made the sadness look sadder, and the joyful music he played seemed to have become not music but irony. There was another "pop", and the pipa string broke. Dance is also broken. Die Wu fell on Zhuo Donglai's feet like a fallen leaf, and suddenly pulled out a knife from Zhuo Donglai's boot. A short knife that shines like a jewel. She raised her head, glanced at Zhu Meng, then turned her head and glanced at Xiao Gao. The dagger in her hand had fallen and landed on her lap. Blood spattered. As soon as the blade fell, blood splashed. One of her legs became like two pieces of rotten wood under the knife's blade. As soon as the blade falls, she is no longer a dancer. There will never be a dancer with a broken leg in this world. Such beautiful legs, so light, so nimble, so beautiful.