The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 55: ：Rouxiang is a tomb
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I don’t know since when, Liu Mu has never been drunk, and drinking to the point of losing consciousness is unique. The number of wine jars in the corner was decreasing sharply, and Song Qingqing was already flushed and drunk. Although Liu Mu was drinking from behind, Song Qingqing greedily sucked the wine flowing out of Liu Mu's mouth. She was already crazy and didn't know what she was doing. She was just following her instincts.
Song Qingqing's ditties are very flavorful, soft and sweet, just like the plum wine, not strong, but slowly turning to the bone. This is a chronic poison, and taste may not help. Maybe they all knew the power of this poison, but no one paid attention to it. Only when you are drunk will you know the strength of the wine. The belts of their clothes gradually widened and they never regretted it, not to mention that under the influence of alcohol, their clothes fell off piece by piece, and they finally faced each other frankly. It was like drinking from a clear spring, everything was so natural. Under Song Qingqing's guidance, Liu Mu fought like a warrior, and the drunkenness gradually came to his head until he lost consciousness.
When the last ray of sunset fell, Liu Mu opened his eyes, and everything became clear. Glancing sideways at the woman in his arms, Liu Mu smiled bitterly. He didn't know if he was ready to accommodate a woman, or if he was just taking it one step at a time. After shaking the chaotic thoughts out of his mind, Liu Mu's body was throbbing a little. Having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, he felt that his body's resistance was getting worse and worse. Not wanting to think about it, Liu Mu began to sort out his routine, going through everything that happened in the past two days in detail, while his hands unconsciously rubbed under the quilt.
"Hey!" The lazy Song Qingqing avoided Liu Mu's hand in her sleep and woke up after trying in vain.
Looking at Liu Mu who was meditating crazily, Song Qingqing felt that life was perfect at this moment. She admired her courage and bravely took a big step forward. She couldn't help but feel itchy, and gently raised her hand to touch Liu Mu's broad chest. There are many scars at the beginning, winding and twisting, like ugly earthworms. Song Qingqing couldn't help but feel distressed, wondering what the man in front of her had experienced. She doesn't want to know the glory that outsiders say, she wants to know the sadness that is unknown to others.
"Where did these scars come from?" Song Qingqing's loving touch awakened Liu Mu.
"Left from the bloodbath!" Liu Mu looked down at the scar and said calmly.
This was the first time Song Qingqing heard about the **** field, and she said like a little woman: "What is a **** field?"
Liu Mu's long-lasting memories and Song Qingqing's curiosity became clear in his heart. His eyes gradually became hollow, as if he had flexibly traveled back into the time tunnel.
That winter was very cold, and Liu Mu was not called Liu Mu. He only had one easy-to-make name, Gou Shengzi. He hadn't picked up anything to eat for several days, and even the tattered clothes he was wearing couldn't cover his entire body. He was still lucky. The top was pulled off a corpse yesterday. Although it only covered half of the body, it was better than nothing. He stamped his numb feet, ready to look for something to fill his stomach. He hadn't eaten for two days and his whole body was weak and weak.
Cursing God, Liu Mu staggered towards the other side of the street. The scene in front of him stopped him in his tracks. He was a middle-aged man wearing very beautiful clothes. . What made Liu Mu stop was that this man was holding two **** heads in his hand, and the long knife in the other hand was still dripping blood, which was as clear as the sound of raindrops hitting the roof tiles.
Just as the man walked by, Gou Shengzi said out of nowhere: "Uncle, is there anything to eat?"
After saying this, Gou Shengzi even shocked himself, but he was so hungry that he would die if he was hungry for one more day. He wanted to be a starved man. The man had walked more than ten meters. When he heard what Gou Shengzi said, he immediately stopped in confusion. Cheng Zhong was a little confused. Could he really be so harmless? Anyone who sees a man holding a steel knife and holding a **** human head would never think that he is a food seller, right? After a while, Cheng Zhong, looking at Gou Shengzi's desperate eyes, slowly turned to him and said, "If you want to eat, come with me!"
Infinite surprise suddenly appeared in Gou Shengzi's eyes, and he struggled to follow Cheng Zhong towards the Jinyi Yamen in the city. On weekdays, Gou Shengzi never enters the inner city here. He is afraid that if he is not careful, the adults passing by will be crushed to death like ants. His shrinking neck curled up in Cheng Zhong's strange eyes. Watching the Jin Yiwei running back and forth warily.
Cheng Zhong did not let Gou Shengzi wait long before he handed in his errand. He was too lazy to change into casual clothes. When he went out, he saw Gou Shengzi hiding behind the stone sculpture. He waved to Gou Shengzi and walked towards the noodle stall not far away. passed.
"Yangchun noodles, more green onions." Cheng Zhongzhong sat down on the stool of the noodle stall and ate the noodles without waiting for Gou Chengzi.
After finishing two bowls of noodles, he looked at Gou Shengzi, who was squatting on the ground like a dog, with some unfinished thoughts: "Don't you want to eat? Why don't you come over and eat noodles?"
"Just have some noodle soup, little one!" Gou Shengzi's throat kept rolling back and forth, but he said it against his will.
As if he had encountered something interesting, Cheng Zhong said to Gou Shengzi with interest: "Do you want to eat noodles every day?"
"Sir, do you need some errands to do?" Gou Shengzi said a little doubtfully.
Cheng Zhong straightened up the waist he had bent down just now, sat upright and ate noodles again, without saying any more words to Gou Shengzi. After finishing one bowl of noodles, he asked the boss to bring another bowl of noodles, and placed the bowl with only a little bit of soup base in his hand on the ground in front of Gou Shengzi, as if feeding a dog. He then placed the boss's new bowl of noodles on the other side of the table and then said, "Which bowl do you want to eat?"
Gou Shengzi's expression changed from gloomy to bright, and he fell into deep thought. Cheng Zhong was not in a hurry and slowly allowed him to be more serious with himself. Little people are always a little angry, especially those at the lowest level. Gou Shengzi wanted to eat the bowl of noodles on the table. There was dignity and satisfaction there, but it was also dangerous. This was evident when he saw Cheng Zhong carrying his head across the street. The leftover soup on the floor was eaten by others, and the amount was not enough to satisfy oneself. Gou Shengzi didn't want to have the few tattered clothes on his body stripped off early tomorrow morning.
If you are not ruthless, you cannot stand firm, especially to yourself. Gou Shengzi straightened up, walked step by step to the table and sat down. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles with some unfamiliarity. This was his first time eating Yangchun noodles. It was very fragrant, very fragrant!
"What's your name?"
"Gou Shengzi."
"It doesn't sound good. Let's change it. There was a guy named Liu Mu who died yesterday. There is no need for a name after he dies. You will be called Liu Mu from now on!" The gloomy voice echoed in Gou Shengzi's head again and again. In his ears, he knew that he had a name, Liu Mu.
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From then on, Liu Mu never saw that Cheng Zhong again. What followed was a series of fights with peers. There was no pity or sympathy. They killed each other if they wanted to live. With time, the scars on his chest began to wrinkle day by day. The only thing that remained unchanged was the bowl of noodles he still missed.