Chapter 29 Chapter 5 is another helpless love

Walking into the forest, the bitterness reached the depths of Yang Zheng's heart again. The plum blossoms are still standing upright, the leaves are flying, the sunlight penetrates through the gaps in the leaves, and beams of light are projected on the slightly damp soil.Passing through the plum forest, the small bridge is still there, the flowing water is long, and the waterfalls and leaks echo. Yang Zheng's reflection in the water rippled with the waves. Although the cabin was rebuilt, it still retains familiar memories. All kinds of sweetness in the past have become sharp needles in the memory, piercing the sleeping emotions one by one.

Opening the wooden door, he walked in step by step, and the cold wind blowing in along with Yang Zheng made the curtains flutter non-stop. Opening the curtains, the sun immediately poured in, and opening the window, the cold wind rushed in quickly. In early winter, the wind is colder. There is no sound, only dead branches and decaying grass are left low in the wind. Yang Zheng sat down, sitting at the only table, staring at the table, and slowly reached out to touch the table, as if stroking "her" hair.After a long time, he turned his head and looked at a wooden board on the ground in the corner.

——There used to be a rusty iron box under that board. He walked over and squatted down slowly.Knowing that there would no longer be a rusty iron box underneath, he couldn't help but lift the wooden board.When the wooden board was lifted, Yang Zheng immediately saw a rusty iron box. Tie Jing was familiar to Yang Zheng. ——How did this iron box get here?Is there also the parting hook in it? There is no parting hook in the iron box, only a lock of hair. The hair is very ordinary hair, black, very long, neither fragrant nor smelly, just like the hair of thousands of ordinary people in the world.Yang Zheng stared blankly at the lock of hair.

——What is so special about this hair? Can't see it, no one can see it. Yang Zheng's face was very heavy, but his eyes were already a little red. He had never looked like this before, and even when he was drunk, his eyes were still bright. ——How did he become like this? His hair was already on the table, but Yang Zheng was still staring at this bundle of hair. - "Whose hair is this?" No one answered, no one can answer, anyone could have hair like this. ——"Such long hair must belong to a woman." Of course Yang Zheng himself knew that this judgment was not correct, because the man's hair was also very long.

"Body, hair and skin, received by parents, should not be damaged." Whoever cuts his hair short is unfilial. People often tell stories about a woman who disguised herself as a man and was suddenly discovered to have long hair, and others immediately discovered that she was a woman.People who tell such stories must not have a very developed brain, because such stories can only deceive children at best. ——The strange thing is that there are still people who want to tell this kind of story, not only say it, but never change it. "Anyway, it's just a few hairs, so why not?"

The voice came from behind Yang Zheng, and it was a woman's voice. Yang Zheng was not surprised at all, as if he already knew who this woman was and that this woman would come here.Without looking back, he said, "Yes." "What?" asked the woman. "Strange." Yang Zheng still looked at the hair on the table. "And it's weird." "What's so strange?" "There are many points." Yang Zheng said lightly, "How did the hair stay in the iron box, and how did the iron box end here? Who put it back? What's the purpose of doing this?" The woman seemed to be stunned. Now, she silently walked to the chair opposite Yang Zheng, sat down slowly, and stared at him with a pair of dark and bright eyes.She is obviously a black girl.

The black girl was also looking at the lock of hair on the table, and she sighed. "If my guess is correct, this must be Di Qinglin's masterpiece." Yang Zheng suddenly looked up at Hei Niu. "Di Qinglin?" Hei Niu said, "What is he doing this for?" "Just so I can see this lock of hair." "But what's so special about this hair? Even if you see it, it won't do anything. Isn't it funny for him to do this." Even though she said that, she suddenly felt something was wrong in her heart, very wrong. People like Di Qinglin, of course, would never do ridiculous things.

"I left Wu Sanxian alive just to let Di Qinglin know that I'm here waiting for him." Yang Zheng said, "Even if Wu Sanxian didn't pass the news to him, he was sure that I would definitely come here, so Just put this iron box back under the wooden plank." Hei Niu stared at Yang Zheng, and suddenly remembered something, her voice seemed to be shaking. "Do you know whose hair it is?" Yang Zheng was silent for a long time before he let out a long sigh. "I know." "Can you be sure?" "I……" "You can't be sure." The black girl asked, "Is it?"

She didn't wait for Yang Zheng to speak, and then said: "Di Qinglin did this to make you think that this hair belongs to Lu Suwen." The black girl's voice was a little excited. "If you think she has fallen into his grasp, if your mind is not stable, if your mind is not stable, he will have a good chance to kill you." The black girl looked straight at him. "Why did you fall for his tricks?" Hei Niu continued, "If Miss Lu really fell into his hands, why didn't he simply threaten you in person?" "Others can, but he can't." Yang Zheng sighed , "Because he can't do it."

"Why can't he?" "Because he is Di Qinglin." If anyone in the world knew that Di Qinglin used this method to defeat Yang Zheng, they would be ridiculed today. "But now he doesn't say anything, he just shows you a lock of hair," Blackie said. "That's what makes him so clever." "The hair may not be hers." "Maybe not, maybe it is." Yang Zheng looked at the distant sky outside the window. "No one can be sure." "Then if you don't pay attention to it at all, it's as if you didn't see it at all. Wouldn't his scheming be in vain?"

"Unfortunately, I have already seen it." "It's because he didn't say anything that you doubt it, and it's because he's sure that you will doubt it, so you do it." Hei Niu said, "You also know his intentions, but you still want to fall into others His trap." "That's how it is in the world." He smiled, and said lightly, "Even if you know you are being fooled in some things, you still want to be fooled." "You are already suspecting that this lock of hair is Miss Lu. Yes, your mind is already messed up, if you fight with someone now, even if the opponent's martial arts is not as good as yours, you will definitely lose." Even if he loses, what can he do? Di Qinglin's purpose is to make Yang Zheng confused, no matter whether Yang Zheng believes or doubts, as long as he thinks about this matter, Di Qinglin's purpose has been achieved.How could Yang Zheng not want to? That was the person he dreamed of, when had he forgotten her? Even though he knew it wasn't her hair, he still couldn't help feeling worried and confused. It's because Di Qinglin has picked her out of Yang Zheng's memory, because Di Qinglin has reminded him of her. A stone house, a stone table, a Di Qinglin, a white woman. There is still wine on the stone table. Di Qinglin took a deep breath, looked at the white woman, and said softly, "The question is not whose hair it is, but what kind of person Yang Zheng is?" The white woman was speechless. "This plan was designed to target Yang Zheng." Di Qinglin smiled. "If it is used on others, it may be completely useless, because others will never think about it" so much, so far. "He looks deeply at the white woman." Because others will not be as passionate as him. "Yang Zheng was still sitting quietly, but his eyes moved from the window to the hair on the table." You must think about it? "Yang Zheng didn't answer. Sometimes if you don't answer, you answer." Of course you want to. "The black girl answered for him." Because you don't want to be more uncomfortable than you want to be. "She stared at him." Because you are so affectionate. "Sometimes being passionate, isn't it also ruthless? When the country's love is strong, it will turn into "nothing." Di Qinglin may appear soon, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?Maybe longer? "The black girl said: "If he doesn't show up for a day, you will be upset for a day, and if he doesn't show up for ten days, you will be upset for ten days. " Hei Niu sighed, and said: "He waits for work with leisure, but you are here worried, the outcome of this battle is no doubt." Yang Zheng was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Some things you don't care Even if you know you can’t do it, you must do it.” "Is she really that important to you?" Hei Niu said, "More important than your own life?" The black girl's eyes seemed to be wet. Why is she doing this? "Is there no one else who can replace her in your mind?" Yang Zheng remained silent for a long time before raising his head and staring at her. The black girl avoided his gaze. "I just want you to understand one thing." Yang Zheng said slowly, "If you changed me, you would definitely do the same thing, if she changed you, I would do the same to you ’” The black girl didn’t move, as if she didn’t hear him at all. But her tears were already shed. The two remained silent like this for an unknown amount of time, as if it had been ten years, and the black girl said to "Suddenly: "I was only twelve years old when I met you.This is where I first saw you. "The black girl's voice seemed to come from the past. "That day was just as cold as today, I shivered by the wooden door, it was getting late, snowflakes were falling from the sky, and my body was getting stiffer , The cold wind still came in mercilessly from my thin clothes. At that time, I really hated, hated the world, hated everything, everyone, why the winter of orphans is always so cold? " Her voice also seemed to come from the icy sky. "At this time you appeared, and you appeared in front of my eyes like the 'Prince Charming' in the myth." The black girl murmured, "You brought me here and put on your unique clothes for me." A robe to keep out the cold, and give me the delicious food that you want to enjoy alone that night." She finally turned her head and stared at him with a pair of affectionate eyes. "From that moment on, you have broken into my 'dream'." She said: "Five years later, one day you suddenly told me that one of your powerful enemies has escaped from prison, and he may He will come back to look for you anywhere, as long as he comes, it will be a life-and-death struggle, you ask if I would like to do something for you?" Of course she would. "You want me to leave, you want me to open a shop and sell things." She said: "Then tell me some secret words, if one day someone suddenly speaks these secret words, you want me to kill the people who were present at that time, and then come here Waiting for you, because it must be your life and death at that time." There was guilt in Yang Zheng's eyes. "I pray every night, praying to the gods to bless this day from coming." The tears on the black girl's face were still wet. "When she came yesterday, I wished I could fly here immediately. I waited for you all day, but I didn't expect to see you like this." Yang Zheng was speechless, he didn't know how to speak.Facing the black girl, facing her pure love, his heart was twisting again.If a woman really falls in love with a man, she hopes that she is the only woman in his heart, and will never allow a third party to join in.But no matter what, Yang Zheng already had Lu Suwen in his heart. The black girl looked at him obsessively, feeling sour in her heart?Is it bitter?Is it sweet?Still have no choice but to ask? "I suddenly realized that I was really an idiot. You recognized her before me. Before I met you, many things happened between you. I joined later, so I should be angry. It should be the land, not me." She suddenly smiled, although the smile was very bitter, painful, and helpless, but she always smiled. "This is something you have to do, just think about it and do it!" She stared at him. "But I'm going to tell you something, there's something I must do." "What?" "You miss her here, and I miss you here." There seemed to be a layer of mist in Yang Zheng's eyes. A layer like autumn fog, desolate, desolate, but helpless. Why is the thing of "love" always so helpless? This sentence sounds cheesy, but it does have its eternal truth. The wind is howling outside the window, and the fallen leaves are flying.The old is westward. "There is one thing that I have always found strange." Hei Niu suddenly changed the subject: "No more than ten people know about the place where Di Qinglin was imprisoned, and the place where his acupoints were tapped can only be done with the acupuncture points on the peak of Mount Huangshan." The thin spikes made of millennia-old cold iron can only be solved, and less than five people know this secret, so why would anyone be able to rescue him?" Yang Zheng was listening. "According to the scene after the disaster, I told those who died later that it was a woman who rescued Di Qinglin." Hei Niu looked at Yang Zheng. "Who is this woman? Why do you know these secrets?" Who can answer this question? "At first I thought it was Yinjing Xiaodie, but it turned out that it wasn't her." She said, "The woman who saved him must be someone who knows you well, or someone you trust." "A person who meets these conditions, as if Only you." Yang Zheng was laughing. "Yes." She actually replied like this. "Everything shows that the most suspicious person is me." She looks at him. "But I believe you will never suspect it is me." Yang Zheng still could only laugh. What does this smile represent? deny?Or do you believe? "If it's not me, then who would it be?" "Maybe the person who rescued Di Qinglin was not a woman." male? ""possible. "" If you can find out who the person who rescued him is, you will know where Di Qinglin is. "The black girl said: "Then we don't have to wait here, we can go to him directly. " "No need." " "What does it mean you don't have to?" "No need means that if you know his hiding place, you don't have to look for him." "why?" "Because he forgot one thing." "What's up?" "He forgot that although I was worried and distracted here, he was also suspicious." "Do you suspect that you are as he imagined?" Yes. "——When you want people to wait for you, don't you also wait for yourself. There are many things in the world that are like the double edge of a sword.——When you want to hurt others, you will often be hurt in the same way. Sometimes you are hurt even more than the other person. If a person has been used to loneliness and loneliness for a long time, then for him, waiting is no longer a pain. Hei Niu let out a sigh of relief, she finally knew that Di Qing There are also weaknesses in Lin's vicious strategy. In this battle, Di Qinglin did not have any advantage, and Yang Zheng may not be defeated. The twilight outside the window is getting darker, and the sky is already covered with silver-white snowflakes. Wushiwu There is no window, so I don’t know what the weather is like outside, whether it is day or night. There is still a pot of lotus seed osmanthus porridge on the copper stove, and the mist is rising. Di Qinglin seems to have fallen asleep in the mist. The white woman concentrates I have known and worked with him for so long, but I still can’t understand what kind of person he is? Gentle, considerate, and understanding, but he often gives you a knife with a smile on his face. High martial arts, good family background, and Hereditary first class, but let these glory and wealth not enjoy, and step into the rivers and lakes with many grievances and grievances. What kind of mentality is this, the white woman gently poured a glass of wine, raised the glass and was about to drink, suddenly I heard Di Qinglin's voice." I have been wondering about one thing. , "What's the matter?" The white woman toasted and still didn't drink. "Because Jing Xiaodie is not only the head of the 'March' of your Azure Dragon Club, but also a first-class talent." Di Qinglin looked at her. "Why did Qinglong Society put her to death?" The white woman didn't answer, but just took a shallow sip. "She betrayed?" The white woman shook her head. "Because her identity was exposed?" "no." "She's useless anymore?" Di Qinglin stared at the white woman, "Still know some secrets that she shouldn't know?" "Why do you suddenly have these thoughts?" The white woman didn't answer, but asked him such a sentence instead. "It's not sudden, but these thoughts have been obsessing me." He said: "Although Jing Xiaodie has exposed her identity, with her martial arts and intelligence, she can definitely get out of danger. Even if she can't, Qinglong will save someone. It's a very easy thing." He stared at her and asked word by word: "Why didn't Qinglonghui save her? Why did he kill her?" Di Qinglin's voice was as cold as a blade. "What is the meaning of what Jing Xiaodie said before he died?" "Before he died?" asked the white woman, "What words?" "She said: Your actions and plans are just pawns on someone else's chessboard." Di Qinglin said: "What does she mean by this sentence?" The white woman was thinking, looking at her, as if I also don't understand the meaning of Yinjing Xiaodie's words. "I don't understand." The white woman said suddenly. "You don't understand?" He asked, "You don't understand what she said?" "I don't understand why the superior wants to kill her?" She said, "This has never happened before, just as you said, Rijing Xiaodie is a rare first-class talent, why did the superior kill her? " Di Qinglin originally wanted to find the answer to this question from the self-colored woman, but he didn't expect to get anything, so she asked her back instead.He was smiling bitterly, and he could only smile bitterly. "I was originally asking you this sentence, but now you are asking me." "Because I, like you, don't understand why the superiors killed Yinjing Xiaodie." The white woman said: "As for the words she said before she died, it seems that only the people above understand it." This sentence is nonsense, saying it is equivalent to talking in vain. But Di Qinglin seemed to accept the white woman's words, he nodded happily. "Yang Zheng's hook is for reuniting with the one he loves, that's why it's called Parting Jun." The white woman asked, "What's the name of your paper-thin knife?" The corner of Di Qinglin's mouth emerged again. With a smile, his hand was holding a wine glass, but it suddenly turned into a knife. A very thin knife with a light blue light on the blade. "There is no shadow, there is no substance, it is as fast as electricity, and as soft as hair." Di Qinglin looked at the knife in his hand. "This paper-thin knife is called gentleness." "Gentleness?" The white woman was also looking at the knife in his hand. "This murderous knife is actually called gentle?" "Yes." Di Qinglin said, "Because when this knife kills people, it is like a lover's embrace, not only gentle but also full of romance." "It is said that this knife and Yang Zheng's parting hook were both made by Shao Kongzi .” "yes." "Your knife is still there, but Yang Zheng's hook is no longer beside him." The white woman looked at him. "Now that you have tenderness and parting, who is your opponent in the world?" Di Qinglin's left hand was empty, but suddenly there was a hook. A parting hook. He carefully looked at the odd-shaped hook, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened. "Do you know why Yang Zheng's hook caused so many people to part with this world?" ""Because the move of the hook itself is parting. "The white woman said: "The secret book that Yang Hen used to practice the farewell hook move is a mutilated and damaged martial arts secret book. " "no." "No?" She asked: "Then do you know why?" "Although the parting hook's move comes from that incomplete cheat book, the most terrifying thing is Yang Zheng's quickness." "Quick?" "This is the most terrifying thing. Being able to strike later is definitely more terrifying than striking first." Di Qinglin said: "When the opponent hits with one move, he will not be able to attack." His strength is weakest, and Yang Zheng's hook hooked at this moment. Hold the opponent's lifeline. "Then the other party bid farewell to this world?" ""yes. ""If this parting hook is in the hands of others, can others do it?" " "cannot. ""why? "Even if other people's martial arts are higher than him, even if they have parting hooks in their hands, they still can't "wield the strengths of parting hooks." "I understand what you mean." The white woman said, "That moment is fleeting, and except for Yang Zheng, few people can catch it." "It seems that your martial arts have improved again." The white woman is laughing. What does she mean by this smile? Di Qinglin is also laughing, his smile is joyful. "Do you want to try how fast Yang Zheng's shots are?" "In no mood." "You know you are not his opponent?" "As far as I know, there are probably only three or five people in the world who can restrain him." "One of them is the leader of the Dragon Club?" "yes." "The other one is me?" "yes." "Wrong." Di Qinglin said slowly: "No one can stop him, the most I can do is kill him." ——Because Yang Zheng's person is like a parting hook, you can break it, but you can never bend it. "But I don't want to kill him just yet." ——"Because you still have scruples." The white woman didn't say that. "Now I just want him to kill people." Di Qinglin said, "The more kills, the better." ——"Let him kill people? How long will he kill? Kill until everyone wants to kill him? Kill until he goes crazy?" The white woman stared at him. "Who are you going to arrange for him to kill?" "Of course there are some very interesting people." Di Qinglin said: "Now I have thought of the most interesting one." snowy night.night residual. The night is getting darker and the snow is getting heavier. Yang Zheng leaned against the window and looked at the plum blossoms. Snowflakes are flying and falling on the plum petals. The petals bend under the weight of the snow. The more snow there is, the more it bends, but it will never fall off because of the weight of the snow. Shouldn't a person be like a flower petal? The greater the pressure, the more you have to bear it. Don't let a little bit of setback lose your fighting spirit and confidence.The color of snow is desolate, and the flowing water is rippling. Yang Zheng walked out of the cabin and sat alone by the river bank among the plum blossoms. The snow was thick, the earth became a piece of silvery white, and the water flowed silently in the night. The desolate river, the desolate snowflakes. He was listening to the running water, the sound of snowflakes falling, and his own breathing. The sound of running water is as soft as the breathing of a dying person. The running water will never stop, but human breathing may stop at any time.What a bleak irony is this? Death is neither terrible nor sad. The scary and sad ones are those who live in the world where "life is better than death". There is wind blowing. He brushed off the snowflakes on Yang Zheng's face. He stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes. He stared at the snow on his hands, the silver-white snow. The snow is white because it is pure. What about people? Like snow, is it as pure as snow?The wind blew again, blowing the snowflakes in Yang Zheng's hands into the river like a silver ribbon. ——How many people in this world know what is far more painful than death? lonely. A wise man once said such a sentence - the most hateful and painful thing in this world is loneliness. Yang Zheng had heard this sentence and knew what it was like. Loneliness is sometimes more unbearable than death, otherwise how could there be so many in this world. People die because of loneliness? The wind goes and comes again. The wind brought bursts of bitter and clear fragrance, maybe it is the fragrance of tea?Or medicinal fragrance? A lone boat, a small fire, a lonely old man punting, appeared from the end of the river alone, and floated over alone.Yeben is lonely, why are people also lonely? The old man on the boat sat cross-legged on the bow, wearing a green hat, a green coir raincoat, and white hair like snow. The small copper pot on the stove has already boiled water, and the bitter and clear aroma is even stronger, as thick as blood. "Is this tea? Or medicine?" "It's tea, it's medicine." "Whether it's tea? Medicine? I don't want to drink it." "I don't want you to drink either." The old man turned his head, looked at Yang Zheng on the river bank, and suddenly smiled, every wrinkle on his face contained a smile. "The person who makes the tea is not necessarily the person who drinks the tea." Yang Zheng was also laughing. "I am neither a tea maker nor a tea drinker." "What kind of person drinks my tea?" "People who are dying." Yang Zheng said, "There is another kind of people who drink too." "Which kind of person?" "A debtor." The tea is piping hot, but the cup is cold. The old man served the tea and drank it himself. "This is tea, old tea." The old man tasted the embalmed tea after tasting it. "I know." "you know?" "Although you can make Wumasan, the medicinal materials are hard to find." Yang Zheng said with a smile, "Besides, there are no dying people here today, so why do you cook Wumasan?" The old man suddenly stopped talking, and he A pair of old-hearted eyes stared quietly at Yang Zheng, and after a long, long time, he bent down and took out a black sword from the fire.The scabbard was pitch black, as was the hilt. It was as black as the deepest and most distant piece of black in the sky. "It's been a long time." Yang Zheng was also looking at the pitch-black sword, and suddenly said such a sentence to it. "How long has it been since you saw it?" asked the old man. "Eight years." Yang Zheng sighed. "Eight years and eight months and eight days." "There are still eight hours." The old man said, "The last time I saw it was dusk, and now it is midnight." "You have a really good memory." The old man smiled sadly. "Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every month, every year, I pray that you can sleep peacefully." "You got your wish." Yang Zheng said, "I sleep peacefully every day." "My debt to you—" "It has been paid." "Paid it off?" ——What kind of debt, "Yes." Yang Zheng said. ——In the same night, in the same place, the old man cured the poison in Tibetan flowers. The old man finally raised his head slowly and stared at Yang Zheng. His face was expressionless, but there was a strange expression in his pupils. He didn't know whether it was the joy when he was close to liberation, or the helpless sadness. , Yang Zheng was also staring at him, with an indescribable expression in his bright eyes. The eye contact between the two seemed to trigger a series of invisible sparks. "I'm here." The old man said suddenly. "I knew you would die." "Of course I will come, of course you know." The old man looked at him. "Otherwise, how could you let me go more than eight years ago?" Yang Zheng's eyes fell again, and he stared at the sword in the old man's hand again. It took a long time before he let out a breath.