Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 24
The gate of the Town God's Temple was crowded with people.

Some people smirked like crazy, and some people exclaimed: "Hey! It's snowing, and it's snowing again."

In the terrestrial lights like broken stars, fine snow fell again one after another.

Song Ciwan was squeezed to the side again, and the young man who was crying and laughing just now with the talisman in his arms followed her closely subconsciously.

People became even more anxious: "Hurry up! Let it go, it's snowing, I want to go home!"

Some people are still persistently rushing to buy talismans, and some people have already bought talismans, so they just want to run home as soon as the snow is still not heavy.

Why do you seem to be afraid of the snow?

In fact, what people are afraid of is not the snow, but the evil disaster that happened in the night snow just like last night!

Song Ciwan naturally didn't fight against the crowd, she walked quickly, more and more sideways, she didn't know how long she walked, and it seemed as if she only walked for a while, the crowded crowd gradually thinned out, and suddenly there was fine snow in front of her, and the long street was wide open .

The young man who was following her was still rushing forward, seeing her suddenly stop, he exclaimed: "It's about to hit, it's about to hit, ouch!"

Song Ciwan made a sideways move to avoid him, but the young man couldn't stop, and fell flat on his back with a bang.

At this time, fresh snow had just fallen on the street, and the ground was wet. The boy lay on the ground like a frog that fell into the water, raised his head, and grinned silly at Song Ciwan.

Facing such a gaudy smiling face, Song Ciwan couldn't hold back immediately, and burst out laughing.

The young man laughed and said, "Sister Yueniang, I, I just invited the Baojia Talisman, so happy."

His address made Song Ciwan raise his eyebrows, and after thinking for a moment, he finally remembered that this young man was also a child of a small official family in Jishanfang, and they should have known each other when they were young.

It was also a while since I saw him, and because his face was too dirty, Song Ciwan couldn't recognize him immediately.

"Are you Xuan from Uncle Yang's family?" She stepped forward and stretched out a hand, ready to pull Yang Taixuan who was lying on the ground up.

The naive boy Yang Taixuan hurriedly put his right hand behind his back, and after drying his wet hand with the clean clothes on his back, he grabbed the hand handed over by Song Ciwan and borrowed her strength to stand up. up.

"Thank you, Sister Yueniang." Yang Taixuan was in a mess, and thanked him silly.

Song Ciwan withdrew his hand and said, "Aren't you afraid of me? They all avoid me."

While talking, Song Ciwan opened an oil-paper umbrella.She was exposed to the rain once, and she has developed the habit of carrying an umbrella with her since then. At this time, the snow is falling, and she also has an umbrella to support.

Yang Taixuan bowed his back and walked on the same road as Song Ciwan.Song Ciwan's umbrella tilted slightly to cover him from the snow.

Yang Taixuan's lips trembled slightly, and he said excitedly: "Sister Yueniang, when I was young, I was beaten by my father, everyone laughed at me, only you comforted me..."

He added: "A few days ago, my father died."

With such a sentence, the turning point was a bit unexpected.

Song Ciwan didn't know how to answer the conversation anymore. She remembered that some time ago, several small officials in the fast class died. She didn't pay much attention to who they were. It turned out that one of them was Yang Taixuan's father.

She wanted to say "sorry", but she heard Yang Taixuan say: "Sister Yueniang, if you want to say that fate is hard, now my fate is as hard as yours, of course I am not afraid of you."

This is not a good thing, but Yang Taixuan laughed again and again while talking: "My father is dead, and no one beats me and my mother day and night. They all told me to mourn me, but Actually, I’m not sad at all, and there’s nothing to be sad about.”

Yes, Yang Taixuan's father is a full-fledged domestic violence man, he will seize any opportunity to beat his wife and children to death.

At first, the neighbors in the neighborhood would stop and persuade them when they saw it.

Later, I found out that no matter how much he stopped or how much he persuaded, Yang's father never changed his habit of beating his wife and children, and every time he finished beating someone, as long as he cried and confessed to his wife, Yang's wife would always forgive him.

Gradually, the neighbors stopped dissuading them, and they all regarded this incident as a sideshow, not only getting used to it, but sometimes even having fun watching it.

Song Ciwan didn't look for fun. Although her family and Yang's family were in Jishanfang, they were two streets away. She had heard about Yang's father's domestic violence, but she had hardly seen it with her own eyes.

She had only seen the injuries on Yang Taixuan's body, and she seemed to have given him medicine when he was a child.

Seeing Yang Taixuan talking about her father's death with a smile on her face at this moment, she couldn't help but think that this young man might have been driven crazy by the day-to-day domestic violence.

But that's okay, you can't ask a person who was bullied as a child to show kindness to the abuser.

Song Ciwan said quickly: "It's not necessary to say mourning, it's better... Congratulations on getting out of the sea of ​​suffering!"

Yang Taixuan's arched back straightened slightly at this moment. He turned his head to look at Song Ciwan, and said in surprise and joy: "Sister Yueniang, don't you persuade me that the dead are the greatest, and let me cry more for him?"

Song Ciwan said: "Some people die, and their sins disappear. But even if some people die, their sins still cannot be erased. Since I have never suffered from you, how can I persuade you to let go?"

Yang Taixuan looked at Song Ciwan and said not to cry just now, but now two lines of tears fell from his eyes.

Tears washed over the dirt marks on his face, revealing a very fine and fair skin.

He wiped his face indiscriminately, but the tears grew more and more.

"Hehehe, hahaha..." He cried with eyes and smiled, "Sister Yueniang, those people, while persuading me to mourn, they seemed to be not sad when they saw me, but they blamed me for not being sad! Hahaha, Tell me, aren’t these people funny?”

"You are the first to tell me that even if some people die, their sins cannot be erased... I am so happy! I just don't want to be sad for him. In my heart, he will always be guilty!" Yang Taixuan wiped again Go face tears.

He said: "But he is dead, I can't cry anymore, I will laugh in the future, I will laugh, haha, hahaha!"

Smiling and laughing, his tears really stopped, he looked at Song Ciwan, he opened his mouth and smiled with white teeth, his eyes washed by tears were illuminated by the roadside lights, bright as falling stars .

The scale of heaven and earth appeared at this time, and a ball of air with a white background and transparent blue light lay on the scale pan.

This is the first time Song Ciwan has seen such a color of qi. Most of the things he usually sees are grayish white, or greenish black. It seems like this kind of white background with blue light, it doesn't look like qi, it looks like a ball of green and white jade!

[Human desires, joy, anger, and sorrow, five catties and seven taels, can be traded. 】

Yang Taixuan's emotions were so turbulent, he weighed five catties and seven taels!

This is also the first time that Song Ciwan has collected such a quantity of seven emotions and six desires. Is it because of this that the qi has a sapphire-like color?

She put away the scales, looked at Yang Taixuan and smiled slightly.

The two walked together in the snow, and while walking in the direction of Jishanfang, Yang Taixuan opened up the chatterbox and began to chatter about his future plans with Song Ciwan.

"Sister Yueniang, I want to find a martial arts gym to practice martial arts. My father died, and the Yamen gave me 50 taels of pension, and my mother took [-] taels of silver to bury him."

"I need to keep some money at home, and I still have 30 taels to use for martial arts training. The first month of admission to the Zhang Family Martial Arts Center is only five taels of silver. I'm going to practice hard, and when I can find a job to earn money, everything will be fine in the future." .”

That's really good, Song Ciwan said: "Not bad, very good."

Yang Taixuan added: "Actually, I can inherit my father's position, but my mother is afraid that I will be killed by a demon like my father, so she won't let me go."

Yes, the position of a low-level official can be hereditary, like Song Ciwan, if she is not a girl, then Song Youde's job as a small official can also be inherited by her.

But she is a girl, so the original Song Ciwan could only be forced into the washing room.

At this time, Yang Taixuan said again: "Sister Yueniang, how much debt do you still owe? When I can earn money, I will help you pay it back. Don't go to wash the house anymore. It is not a long-term place to go."

Song Ciwan was taken aback by what he said.

But she reacted very quickly, and immediately raised her eyebrows and asked Yang Taixuan, "Ah Xuan, do you look down on me working in the laundry room?"

Yang Taixuan panicked immediately, he stammered and explained: "No, I'm not, I..."

Song Ciwan interrupted him and said, "Ah Xuan, what is the world of warriors like? When you go to the martial arts hall, can you talk to me about it?"

Yang Taixuan was interrupted, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, he hurriedly said: "Of course!"

While talking, the two walked all the way, and saw a familiar scene in front of them. It turned out that it was Song Ciwan who had arrived at home.

And just at the gate of the Song family's courtyard, there was a young man who was braving the wind and snow.

This person is tall and thin, dressed as a scholar, his face was a little flushed by the wind and snow, he is Song Ciwan's ex-fiancé, the Wang Yi who once traded Song Ciwan's emotional value for the first layer of the Zuo Wang Xin Sutra !

As soon as Wang Yi raised his eyes, he saw Song Ciwan and Yang Taixuan coming together under the same umbrella, his expression changed instantly.

He stretched out his fingers and pointed at the two of them, tongue-tied, half-surprised and angry: "You, you..."

Song Ciwan tilted his head, and when he saw this emotional treasure boy, he smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)