Chapter 284: Whose Needlework Is Broken in Spring Shirts?
The needlework is stopped every year on commune day. How can I bear to see the two flying swallows. Today is half of the spring in Jiangcheng. I am still there, deep in the chaotic mountains, beside the lonely stream bridge.
Whose needlework is worn in the spring shirt? The little lines are full of tears. The sunset is undressing the grass bank. No one wears flowers, no one persuades me to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness.
——"The Sapphire Case: Stopping Needlework Every Year on Society Day" Huang Gongshao (Song Dynasty)
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Bai Fu was in a state of despair, stumbling and walking aimlessly. He lacked the elegance and calmness of the past, and his eyes were empty and confused on his pale face.
There was a blur in front of me, passers-by, street lights were in a trance, I don't know if it was the snowflakes covering my eyes, or my heart was wandering, with nowhere to rest.
The wine flag was flying, and Bai Fu stopped. His eyes were fixed on the wine shop. How to relieve his worries? Du Kang was the only one. He needed wine, and he needed to get himself drunk, so that his chaotic mind could calm down for a moment.
He rushed into the wine shop with Feng Xue, pointed to the wine jar, took out a silver coin and threw it to the bartender, shouting: "Waiter, the strongest wine, ten pounds!"
The bartender was used to this kind of fierce look. It was the look of a person who wanted to drink himself to death. The bartender neither stopped nor asked questions, and quickly filled two large wine bags with ten kilograms of soju. He handed the wine bag and the broken silver to Bai Fu. Bai Fu took the wine bag, tied it with a hemp rope, used the wine bag as a sash, and put it on his shoulders one after the other. With a wave of his hand, he tipped all the broken silver to the bartender. .
The bartender was overjoyed, but immediately apologized. On this cold day, if you were drunk and fell on the roadside, it would be fatal. Just as he was about to remind the guest, Bai Furen was nowhere to be seen.
Bai Fu spent a lot of money and was targeted by several pickpockets when he was in the liquor store.
The leader made a gesture, and the other followed Bai Fu. The other two came from across the street and bumped into Bai Fu. Bai Fu was like a copper wall, and the person who came was knocked backwards and fell on the snow. , yelling loudly. The pickpocket behind Bai Fu took the opportunity to take away the money bag in Bai Fu's arms. Bai Fu's eyes were blank and he didn't realize it.
After Bai Fu left, the two pickpockets went to help their accomplice who fell in the snow and said, "Brother, stop scolding. The fat sheep have gone away and the money is in hand." But the man couldn't get up and frowned. .
The older pickpocket pressed his hand, and the man screamed in pain. It turned out that several of his ribs were broken, as if he had been hit hard by a hammer. The pickpocket leader hurried over to inquire, thinking: "What a weird thing, how can such martial arts be done?" Will we take over? It's not a good place to stay here for a long time, and you don't have to risk your life for a few coins." He waved his hand and waved the brothers to evacuate.
After the pickpockets evacuated, the pickpocket leader turned around the corner of the square wall alone. A carriage had already stopped here. The pickpocket leader respectfully reported something to the people in the car. Then, a big bag of money was thrown out of the carriage, and the pickpocket leader caught it. Holding it in hand, he left happily.
The curtain opened, and a homing pigeon flew out of the car, spread its wings, and flew to somewhere in the city. The curtain closed, and the carriage started slowly, calmly, and continued to follow Bai Fu.
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Bai Fu's heart felt like a knife piercing it. It was a kind of breathless pain. He took two steps and took a sip. The wine entered his heart and made him even more depressed. The more Bai Fu coughed, the more he drank. The more he drank, the harder he drank. He walked faster and faster, just like a horse. The horse broke free. He crossed the streets and alleys, galloped all the way south, and soon came to the city gate.
At dusk and morning bell, it was the time for the city gate to close. A dozen soldiers pushed the heavy wooden door covered with copper nails and iron to slowly close. The few soldiers who closed the door felt their eyes blurred, and a gray shadow flashed past like a white horse passing through the gap.
Bai Fu rushed to the edge of the Qujiang River and stopped. It was freezing cold and the Qujiang River had already frozen. The river was vast, heavy snow was flying, and there were no traces of birds and animals. There was a small boat in the middle of the river, and a fisherman on the boat, wearing a raincoat, was alone.
Boat, fishing in silence.
This situation is just like Bai Fu's "Picture of Snow and Mountains in Streams". If we look back at the past, Bai Fu would stop and admire it, and be fascinated. But at this time, no one can understand the sadness of the most sad person in the world. Right now.
As the saying goes, why is Piao Piao suitable? The sky and the earth are just like a sand gull.
Bai Fu collapsed on the river, as helpless as a child. His tears couldn't stop falling, dripping on the ice, and instantly turned into ice beads, rolling away into the distance.
Weeping silently is more heartbreaking than crying loudly.
Everything from the past reappears scene after scene.
On the Qingcheng Mountain Road, a girl fainted on the roadside and almost rolled off the cliff, but she was rescued by herself.
When he was being driven down the mountain, a junior sister who had just started her career mustered up the courage to say to herself: "Brother Fu, don't be sad, it will all get over."
On the Ghost Oath Platform, in order to save one person, he risked his life and death and jumped into the abyss.
In the Netherworld Valley, the brother and sister who survived the catastrophe burned pottery to make bowls, piled earth for stoves, picked fish and hunted, and were very happy.
In the Xuantian Cave, the junior sister was full of smiles, and for a moment, only a wisp of fragrant soul was left. The beauty in her arms was found and lost, and lost and found again. In one day, there was a mixture of sadness and joy.
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"Enter my lovesickness door and know that my lovesickness is painful,
I miss you for a long time and remember each other for a long time, but I miss you for a short time forever.
If I had known that it would be so disturbing to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place?"
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Did he really not know what Hu Shaner said? Did he really not notice all the clues in the past, as smart as Bai Fu?
He just doesn't want to know, doesn't want to believe, doesn't dare to face...
Bai Fu's mind went blank, her limbs had no strength at all, and her heart seemed to have left with her.
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Just when Bai Fu got himself drunk and the world was spinning, several figures came up quietly, wearing black clothes and covering their faces, with fierce eyes and weapons in hand, surrounding Bai Fu.
Bai Fu's drunken eyes were blurred, and he barely held himself up with the scabbard of his sword. His body was swaying and teetering. Bai Fu's smile was bleak, and his pale and slender fingers tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, with murderous intent aroused. With the sword in hand, he had no fear of life or death.
Only the long sword can never betray.
The leader in black waved his hand and whispered, "I want to live."
A man in black took the lead in launching an attack. He raised his hand and a fishing net came out from the sky, covering Bai Fu. Bai Fu did not retreat but advanced. With a kick of his foot, he made a baby swallow jump into the forest and slide from the ice.
It hit the opponent with such speed that the person holding the net was caught off guard, and it also caused the two men in black behind them to make a mistake in their judgment.
Bai Fu's long sword was unsheathed, and it was unparalleled. A cold arrow shot out without any bias, stabbing the throat of the man holding the net. The man covered his throat with his hands and fell slowly. He didn't understand until his death why Bai Fu had drawn the sword.
It will be so fast.
Bai Fu did not slow down, his body turned sideways in the air, his long sword was like a waterwheel gear, and he struck the necks of the two men in black twice in succession. The two men fell slowly like a puddle of mud.
Three men in black clothes with swords surrounded Bai Fu in a cross-shaped formation. They roared in unison and attacked together. Bai Fu rushed towards the man in front of him and was about to stab him with his sword. Bai Fu was so drunk that he couldn't control his body. His hands and feet
His coordination was slow and he slipped and fell to the ground.
The man in black avoided Bai Fu's killing move, straightened his sword, and stabbed Bai Fu's left rib. The man was overjoyed, and was about to slash with the knife again. Bai Fu's abdominal muscles contracted sharply, and the blade slid past Bai Fu's left rib.
There was a trace of blood, but fortunately the blade was not deep. The moment the knife penetrated the flesh, Bai Fu rolled continuously on the ice to avoid the fatal blow. The three men were chasing after him, and they were murderous. They had already given up the order to capture Bai Fu alive.
The back of the head.
Bai Fu's hands and feet were out of balance, making it difficult to perform his extremely light martial arts, and dangerous situations occurred frequently.
At this moment, Bai Fu's heart was filled with despair and he looked down upon life and death. Instead of running away, it would be better to fight and die!
When the three men came to attack, Bai Fu took a step forward. He was about to sacrifice his life to attack and die with the enemy. Unexpectedly, he staggered and stepped into the blind spot of the three people's weapons. All three people's weapons failed.
At the moment of life and death, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred, and the legendary art of escaping armor from Taifu Xu entered Bai Fu's mind.
Bai Fu no longer struggled with being drunk and slow, and followed the trend, using stumbling steps to create a strange Dunjia arc.
In the eyes of the enemy, Bai Fu's pace at this time cannot be inferred by common sense, and every position he appears is incredible. And Bai Fu's sword speed is fast and slow, with no regular rhythm to be found. It is more difficult than ordinary masters.
After pondering, the three of them complained secretly.
Bai Fu's center of gravity was unsteady, and he was about to fall. Suddenly, he took advantage of the slippery ice and slid behind a person. Bai Fu snorted coldly, stabbed out the long sword from his armpit, and killed the person in the back with one strike.
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Bai Fu slid forward and fell to the sky. He swung back his carbine and stabbed with two swords, cutting off the ankles of the two men who were chasing after him. The two men threw away their weapons and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
The white carp straightened up, jumped up, stopped suddenly, turned around suddenly, its eyes were cold. Reflected on the ice, it looked like the dark god of death chasing souls and killing people on a snowy night.
Everyone shuddered. Although they were all tough men, under the pressure of Bai Fu's momentum, no one dared to challenge alone.