The Rise of Phoenix
Chapter 9

"Slap flowers .. wait for me to get it."

He laughed, patted Aunt An's face at a corner no one could see, then stepped out of the door.

The sunset on the front was shot warmly, and everyone in the back was shocked by the cold look on the back. He was in the middle, and his back was thin.

But never look back.

Don't look at the unabashed expression of the younger brother, don't look at the bitterness from my mother's eyes, don't think about the betrayal of your loved ones, don't think about the betrayal of your loved ones, and don't think about what to face outside this door.

He had just entered the great sunset almost peacefully, taking a deep breath in the golden light of his face.

Tell it to yourself.

"I'll be back."

The warm sun in winter sinks slightly, and the wind brings the cold of the night, rising one layer at a time.

The sky was dark, and only a few people were walking down the street. The hitter beat the clapper, and it sounded lonely.

With a squeak, a bamboo frame from the window was placed in the bistro hall on Tianshui Road, and smiled at the gloomier corner of Youshang's shop: "Guests ... The shop is closed ..."

In the corner, a small ball sat on the wall. On the table, a few bottles of thin wine sounded. He heard the curse of guilt. He shouted softly, slowly stood up, laid down the broken silver corner, and gently dropped the table. Get rid of the two bottles of wine.

Tang looked at the skinny back of the man who was wrapped in a thin cotton jacket, and shook his head silently — all of these became homeless all night, were they homeless?

Exiting the door and facing the wind fiercely, Feng Zhiwei slightly tightened the thin cotton jacket, leaning his fingers to the lips, breathing like ice.

Carrying a bottle of wine, he walked aimlessly against the crowd, and gradually crossed the Dongcheng District where the poor people gathered and walked towards the city.

After walking for a while, I suddenly saw the river ahead, reflecting shadows of light and shadows. The restless snow on the blue rocks on the river bank looked like crystal ice cubes.

Feng Zhiwei sat on the snow-covered blue stone, facing the river.

He fumbled for wine in his hand, and taking it by mouth, he drank slowly, and not much wine was left.

The pot jug was poor workmanship, with an uneven tip, and a clear liquid came out, flowing into his face and flowing in the corner of his eye.

He carelessly wiped them, his fingers wet, with alcohol, and some other liquids. He saw his fingers daydreaming, and after a very long time, he gently raised his hand and closed his eyes.

The snowy night was silent, a cold wind was blowing, and the river was flowing soundlessly.

In the distance, the scent of rouge lingered, and a faint smile flashed across the waves. When it reached this quiet corner of the riverbank, only a few remained.

But a voice suddenly broke the silent silence at this moment.

"Sons..."

The voice was soft, dragging a long centile tail, and then there was a walking sound, and someone approached.

Feng Zhiwei dropped his hand and frowned, and then he noticed the light and shadow of the river reflected in the river - if you remember correctly, it seemed to be the Rouge River in the city. The house is famous for the Red Green House in Shili.

This may be a guest who has imagination and brings a nightingale to the riverbank for wild fun.

Feng Zhiwei sat quietly — the guests are not afraid of being seen, he is afraid of seeing others?

A person weakly messed with it, and the sound of the larynx was slightly cold, and the tone was somewhat familiar.

Feng Zhiwei rubbed the jug and glanced at the elegant silver pattern brocade, the dark black robe, and the pale golden mandala moco flower.

Huan Pei Jing Ding, the colorful dress turned around, returned to the river, walked in front of the Jinpao man, raised her arms around the man's neck, and smiled: "So ... Yiner is waiting."

The man did not seem to be moving, and there was a slight smile on his tone. He said: "I saw a good show today, and I found it very interesting. I can't stand it if I don't share it with others."

Feng Zhiwei moved his head and turned his head.

Immediately, I saw the elegant man in Jin's robes, with a smile like snow and snow on a snowy night, glancing at him faintly, then, with a light smile, hugging the woman and taking a step forward, he said, one more step.

Go all the way to the river.

The yiner was drunk in the man's vulgar style, unaware that he was facing away from the river and stepping back step by step.

Going to the river.

The man leaned over and smiled.

The woman closed her lips.

The man gently grabbed and pushed gently.

"explosions."

Feng Zhiwei held his head and groaned.

Actually ... it is.

Yiner never dreamed that he was pushed into the water and was so shocked that he forgot to fight. Fortunately, the river was not deep. This was a river of landscape, but his face and lips turned white in an instant. I don't know if it was scared or frozen by the river. .

He looked at the pair of men and women by the river. The man smiled and looked into the distance without looking at him. The woman held the pot, graceful yet persistent only to drink her own wine.

Yiner suddenly felt that it was about to collapse.

There are such people in the world, people who push people into the water for no reason, and people who see someone fall into the water will not be saved.

He shook in the water for a long time before struggling to get closer to shore, reaching out to the man and pleading for a hand, "Son ... Son ..."

The fingers stretched out frozen white, and the flower that was about to fold trembled miserably.

The man looked at his fingers and slowly put his hands up his sleeves, smiling: "Don't, your hands are dirty."

Feng Zhiwei, who was inhaling his wine with a small mouth, suddenly coughed.

"Right ... Yin'er knows wrong ... Yin'er will never take you in the future ..." The woman was crying in the water with pear flowers and rain. "Yiner knows ... I shouldn't have liked you ..."

Tears washed away the beautiful makeup, revealing childish eyebrows. That woman is very young. Since he was young, he did not know his size. It is now winter night soaked in cold water. Suddenly reminded me that the legendary man was cruel and cruel. .

He soaked in the river water on a winter night, trembling, but he did not dare to ask for help anymore, or even dared to come out of the water himself.