long night walk

Chapter 239
In the study, there is no longer that young scholar who sweeps away the dust.

In just six days, the bookshelves were covered with thin dust, and the edges of the books turned slightly yellow, which seemed to be somewhat outdated.

The teenagers and girls who were still a little poor and bitter during the day came to the study room to learn to pray in the midst of laughter.

But these few days, the study has been deserted, revealing a bit of loneliness, as quiet as a tomb.

Mr. Meng is probably old and a little lazy. Without Ji Ting's part-time job, he can't even clean the cobwebs under the corner of the house.

Early in the morning, the winter snow starts again.

There were very few pedestrians on the street. When someone hurriedly passed the study, they would cast a suspicious look at Yunrong and Bailian.

They didn't dare to look more, and after a quick glance, they withdrew their gazes, lowered their heads and continued on their way.

Bailian came to Mr. Meng who was pruning the branches and leaves in front of the window sill, and said politely and softly, "Mr. Meng, I've been bothering you for the past few days."

The old man seems to be a little deaf. After all, it is normal for the elderly to be blind and deaf.

He continued to hum a little tune, and the old withered hands that were trimming the flowers were a little unsteady and trembling.

Accidentally, the not-so-sharp scissors scraped a piece of flesh on his fingertips, and dark red, black and sticky blood seeped out from the wound.

Not waiting for the blood to drip into the flowers and soil, the old man took two sips with his guarding fingers tremblingly.

Bailian didn't care whether the old man could hear him clearly or not, he took out a silver note from his bosom and put it on the case on the windowsill, saying, "We have been disturbing for a long time these days, although Ji Ting does not charge rent, but after all Mr. Meng, you are the owner of this shop."

Mr. Meng's eyes were dim, he squinted at the brand-new silver note on the windowsill, and there was a deadly azure in his turbid eyes.

He rolled his eyes, opened his wrinkled eyelids a little, and watched Bailian shake his head.

The old man shook his head, but he accepted the brand new silver note without saying a word.

Bailian was not in a good mood today. He lost the desire to continue reading. He said to Lord Fourth Sword, who was still squatting in the small corner, "Miss Yunrong, I want to go back earlier today, how about you?"

As the fourth sword-sama who reads books and waits for the rabbit every day, he will not leave this study so early.

Bailian left the study quickly, but did not return to the inn immediately. He went to the Bashu noodles opened by the old woman opposite, ordered two bowls of non-spicy hot noodle soup, and returned to the study.

A copy was placed at Yun Rong's feet, but she didn't get a half-point response from her.

Bailian smiled and gave another hot noodle soup to Mr. Meng Lao.

Donghan, he knew that the old man's hands and feet were cold, so he opened the food box for him, arranged the chopsticks and spoons, and carefully instructed: "Sir, it's cold, you have to eat on time, otherwise the stomach cold will be very uncomfortable."

Mr. Meng's hunched figure sitting in front of the window lattice looked a little cold, and his turbid eyes were much clearer under the fumigation of the hot noodle soup.

He didn't move the bowl of hot noodle soup in front of him, as if he couldn't hear Bailian's words, he quietly stared at the void, expressionless, and hummed a little tune that was out of tune.

Just when Bailian left the study for the second time, the old man's voice behind him sounded slowly, like sand flowing in an ancient river: "It's been a long time since a child bought hot and fresh noodle soup for this old man. ."

He has opened this bookstore for 40 years, and every day, there are bitter-cold teenagers who can't afford to go to school to read and study here.

Those young children who have no money usually curl up in the crowd, bullying them into being old and stupid, and reading these books for nothing.

It's just that some books of sages are too mysterious and obscure to be deciphered.

Seeing that these children from bitter cold backgrounds were in difficult conditions, he not only had no complaints about them reading books for nothing, but also patiently explained the mysteries of the classics to them.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, those children gradually saved their copper coins from their homes. When everyone gathered up a bowl of noodles, they would bring a bowl of hot noodle soup to the old man every morning.

Thousands of books are difficult to create a momentary joy, but a meal can lead to a lifelong feeling.

Over time, the young people gradually get used to accepting the good of the elderly.

The selflessness of the old man, under the leisurely teaching of the old man, most of these teenagers with bitter cold have entered the school and become students full of economics. In the bitter cold, it is considered a success.

Those who have achieved success are full of glitz and flamboyance in the border town.

Who would have thought that there was an old man in Jiuzhai in the old city who was teaching at night by lighting a lamp.

For the students of the border city college, although life is far better than that of the common people in the border city, it is far less than that of a sweeper in the inner city.

They knew that the old man came from the Baimu Academy in the inner city, and even though he was full of glory, he didn't want to come back here to make himself humiliated.

Anyway, the elderly should have no less than them.

And the remaining few people were disappointed when they fell off the list, watching the fame of the villagers who were proud of the spring breeze, and they were blessed by the school, but they were still bitter and poor.

In contrast, there is a gap in the heart, and there is a trace of blame and complaints towards the old man.

They are all taught by you, and they all save their own rations and spend the same money to buy hot noodle soup for the elderly every day.

Why can others be able to walk smoothly, and I will suffer from hunger and cold.

You are partial, you teach something.

Such young people who feel that their fate is unfair and the elderly are unfair, they are reluctant to save money to buy noodle soup every day.

And some young people who sincerely study and repay the old people, but because they are single and weak, they are so poor that they can buy a few green onions.

Over time, in this old study, it is rare to see a bowl of hot noodle soup brought by the fresh young man Lang.

Bailian walked out of the study, and at the other side of the window, there was a small sound of snorting and eating noodles.

The old man finally stopped humming and murmured.

Just after leaving the study, at the corner, Fang Geyu was wearing a white crane feather cloak, leaning against the wall with his sword in his arms, and his voice was as arrogant as before: "You still run here every day."

Bailian said: "Tomorrow will not come."

Fang Ge was quiet for a moment, and then said: "On the night three days ago, Meng Chengzhi fell to his death under the imperial monument in the inner city."

Bailian's expression was not surprised at all, he just gave a light hum, and then asked calmly: "Fugui? Because of Ji Ting's disappearance?"

"Yes and no."

The heavy snow and the wind blew a bit cold and biting on people's faces.

Fang Geyu got under his glazed umbrella and said indifferently: "The reason is that Lan Xiaodie wrote an arrest warrant, and she has a close maid beside her who has been missing for three months. found her body.

Later, in the border town, there are always young teenagers and girls missing, and the three brothers and sisters of Ji Ting's family are among them.

Lan Xiaodie looked down this clue and found Meng Chengzhi's head.On that night three days ago, Meng Chengzhi was cornered by three thousand defenders in the inner city. He pleaded guilty and fell to his death. "

(End of this chapter)