Chapter 47 It's not that enemies don't get together
Chongen frowned and said, "I am calm by nature and don't like lively."
"You're talking nonsense." Ziwei Xingjun laughed distractedly: "Don't forget, I, Ziwei Xingjun, are asking around in the world! Well, if it weren't for your little winged bird Xiaobai, you would be indispensable in the fun place."
By accident, he hit Chongen in the pain. He closed his eyes, snorted coldly and turned his head away.
The song came out, and when Chongen looked unhappy, he immediately became nervous: "What's wrong?"
Ziwei Xingjun patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, go to the song."
He passed by without a smile in his eyes.
She was so nervous that she couldn't bear the little bit of unhappiness of him. How could she bear the storm she had to face next when she was singing like this?
Ziwei Xingjun did not walk away. Someone was making a loud noise at the entrance of the Bagua Tower. Everyone looked over there. He turned his head and saw a little clarity flashing in his eyes. He looked at Chongen, tilted his head, and said frivolously: "There is a hustle and bustle, let's take a look! Although the mortal world is dirty, there are also many wonderful things."
"Let's go." Chongen raised his hand.
Shangge stood there motionless. When Ziwei Xingjun saw her, he pulled her to follow Chongen: "Let's go, why are you stunned!"
The song was unknown, so I followed him passively.
Before she could reach the gate, she heard a familiar voice. After careful analysis, she knew that the person who came was the old lady of the Zhan family: "I already knew that she was back, where is the person? Let her come out to see me!"
Chongen was stunned. Why did this voice feel particularly familiar?
Shangge's face turned pale, and he stood there and refused to take a step forward. Ziweixingjun urged her, but she did not move, but instead retreated: "I...I think, I'm going back."
Ziwei Xingjun pinched her arm: "Go and have a look."
His tone was an order, not a negotiation. He grabbed Shang Ge's hand, almost dragging it, and pulled her out of the backyard. Chongen frowned and looked at them. Shang Ge's frown was really pitiful and his heart was soft. He immediately stepped forward and held Ziwei Xingjun's hand: "She doesn't want to go, why bother to force others?"
"You are not a turtle, and it will not do you well to hide in your own shell." Ziwei Xingjun said sternly.
Shangge was shocked and raised his head suddenly.
The voice of the old lady Zhan at the door became more and more sharp: "Let me in! What's the point of stopping me, an old lady? Can I still eat her? I just wanted to ask her clearly, why can she come back? My son and Prince Bai can't come back? Why, it's not OK?"
Song Ziyi's voice was very aggrieved: "Mrs. Zhan, don't make things difficult for me..."
Old Mrs. Zhan cursed: "When did I feel embarrassed for you? When did I see your master, it would be difficult for you? Everyone should give me some comments!"
Someone around him agreed loudly, and it was very noisy for a while.
Ziwei Xingjun looked at Chongen and Shangge, waved his hand suddenly, and the three of them were already standing on the corner of the street. From here, you can see the scene outside the Bagua Tower.
A large group of people surrounded an old lady, standing in front of the door of the Bagua Tower, her crutches constantly knocking on the bluestone floor in front of her. Song Ziyi stood in front of her with a smile, and was scolded by her nose so she didn't dare to speak out. There were many people watching the fun around her, and her face was very cold.
Around the three of them was an old man from fifty years old selling melon seeds. Ziweixingjun smiled slightly, picked up a bun of melon seeds, and asked while paying, "Old man, what's wrong there? It's so lively?"
"Oh, it's a sin!" The old man's eyes were not very good, but he also understood the gossip in Nanyang City: "Then is the mother of Constable Zhan in Nanyang Prefecture, and is asking the shopkeeper of Bagua Building. It's not surprising that I always see this two or three times a year, once on Constable Zhan's birthday, and once on his death day. His mother would come to Bagua Building every year."
"Why?" said Ziwei Xingjun.
The old man shook his head and sighed: "The boss of Bagua Building is a little girl, who was once the sweetheart of Constable Zhan. One day he was caught by the criminal. Constable Zhan and the little prince of the Bai family went to save her, and both died. Mrs. Zhan was so angry that on the day the body was sent back, he humiliated the girl in front of Quan Nanyang City. Later... Everyone in Nanyang City knew that the girl was a god. On the day when Constable Zhan died, he returned to heaven."
Shangge's face became paler and he looked ahead without blinking.
Chong'en heard it strangely, and it was even more strange when he swept the song from the corner of his eyes.
But although the sound ahead was sharp and unpleasant, it made him feel more and more familiar. He walked forward unconsciously, walked out of the street corner, and walked over there.
I was going to pull him on the song, but I didn't expect that he was very fast and I was outside the crowd in a blink of an eye.
Shangge and Ziwei Xingjun looked at each other and hurriedly chased after him.
When we got closer, we realized that Mrs. Zhan is much older now, with white hair and wrinkles on her face. Compared with the energetic old lady four years ago, it is really incredible.
Everyone knows people in Nanyang City. We have lived together for a long time. As soon as the song approaches, someone immediately recognized them.
Everyone exclaimed and made way for her.
Old Mrs. Zhan turned around and immediately saw the song.
Her whole body was shocked, and her face changed instantly. She was barely angry at Song Ziyi just now, and now she was just trying to eat people.
With a "pa" sound, Shangge was unprepared and was slapped by her again.
Old Mrs. Zhan was trembling all over, and her hands were shaking with crutches. Shangge's hair was dissipated by her. She seemed to feel that it was not enough, so she raised her hand and wanted to slap again. The hatred in her eyes was not much greater than in the past four years, but more cruel!
She actually understood her very well when she was singing. Her son died and her corpse was gone, and she was all hurt by herself. She didn't have the strength to move, and she could still bear this slap.
But the slap didn't hit her in the face.
Chongen grabbed Old Mrs. Zhan's hand and slapped the slap in the face.
He looked a little impatient, holding Mrs. Zhan's wrist in his hand and looking at Shangge. Her eyes were dull and she didn't know where the focus of her eyes was. Song Ziyi looked at her face nervously, but she was still at his mercy, and she seemed to have a lot of thoughts in her heart.
He watched Shang Song, then looked at Old Mrs. Zhan, and gently put down her hand.
"Who are you? Why are you here to care about other people's business?" Old Mrs. Zhan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into a loud roar.
Chongen opened his mouth and wanted to speak again.
Shangge suddenly pushed him away, stood in front of him, and shouted: "Mrs. Zhan, it is my fault for Brother Zhan. Please don't take your anger on others! How can you forgive me?"