The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 9:

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"A slap of interest...wait for me to collect it."

She smiled, patted Aunt An's face gently from an angle that no one could see, and then stepped out of the door.

The setting sun was shining warmly in front of her, and the surprised eyes of everyone behind her were shining coldly on her back. She was in the middle, and her back was thin as she turned back.

But he never looked back.

Don't look at the guilt-free look on your brother's face, don't look at the bitterness in your mother's eyes, don't think about the betrayal of your relatives, and don't think about what you are about to face outside the door.

She just walked into the huge sunset almost peacefully, taking a deep breath in the golden light that hit her face.

Say it to yourself.

"I'll be back."

The warm sun in winter sinks gradually, and the wind carries the coldness of the night, rising layer by layer.

The sky is dark, there are few pedestrians on the street, and the watchman plays his clapper, which sounds desolate.

With a squeak, the waiter of the tavern on Tianshui Street put down the bamboo frame supporting the window and smiled at a darker corner of the dark shop: "Guest... the shop is closed..."

In the corner, a small group sat against the wall, with a few bottles of cheap wine on the table. Hearing the waiter's confession, he softly said "hmm", stood up slowly, put down a corner of broken silver, and put the table on the table. The remaining two bottles of wine that were not finished were taken away.

The waiter looked at the thin figure of the man wrapped in a thin cotton-padded jacket and shook his head silently - these people stranded outside at night are all homeless people, right?

Out of the door, facing the strong wind, Feng Zhiwei pulled her thin cotton-padded jacket tighter, put her fingers to her lips, and breathed out like frost.

Carrying a bottle of wine, she walked aimlessly against the crowd, gradually passing through Dongcheng District, where the poor gathered, and walked towards the city.

After walking for a while, I suddenly saw a river in front of me, reflecting the blurred lights. The unmelted snow dotted on the bluestones on the river bank looked like crystal ice jade.

Feng Zhiwei sat down on the snow-covered bluestone, facing the river.

She fumbled for the wine in her arms, held it against the mouth of the bottle, and drank slowly. Soon there wasn't much wine left, so she raised her head and poured it into her mouth.

The stoneware jug was poorly made and had uneven edges. Clear wine leaked out, spilling onto her face and down the corners of her eyes.

She wiped it carelessly, and found that her fingers were wet, smelling of alcohol and some other liquids. She looked at her fingers in trance. After a long, long time, she gently raised her hand and covered her eyes.

The snowy night is silent, the cold wind is faint, the river flows silently, the girl's figure is lonely on the bluestone, and her blindfolded fingers shine with water in the night.

The scent of rouge lingered in the distance, and a faint smile swept over the waves. When it reached this corner of the quiet river bank, only a few were left.

But a sound suddenly broke the desolate silence of this moment.

"Young Master..."

The voice was soft, with a long coquettish ending, followed by the sound of footsteps and someone approaching.

Feng Zhiwei put down her hands and frowned, and then noticed the shadows of lights and flowers reflected in the river - if I remember correctly, this seems to be the Rouge River in the city. It is famous for being close to the Rouge Brothel, which is ten miles away. The two banks stretch and are filled with smiles. people.

This was probably a guest from a certain family who had a sudden idea and brought a nightingale to the river for fun.

Feng Zhiwei sat still - the guests were not afraid of being looked at, so she was afraid of looking at others?

As the footsteps approached, the woman called out coquettishly, "Oh, there's someone..." but she didn't care much in her tone. She turned to the man beside her and continued to act coquettishly: "Master... you said you wanted to show Yin'er a novelty." of..."

Someone faintly let out a faint "um", a guttural sound that was slightly cold, and the tone was somewhat familiar.

Feng Zhiwei rubbed the wine bottle and caught a glimpse of an elegant silver-patterned brocade robe. On the dark black cloak, pale golden moko mandala flowers were flying in the corner of her eyes almost flamboyantly.

She wore a jingle and a gorgeous colorful skirt, turned her back to the river, walked up to the man in brocade robes, raised her arms and put her arms around the man's neck, and smiled sweetly: "Then... Yin'er is waiting."

The man didn't seem to move, and there was a hint of smile in his tone as he said: "I saw a good show today. I really thought it was wonderful. I can't bear to share it with others."

Feng Zhiwei's heart moved and she turned around.

Immediately, I saw the elegant man in brocade robe, with a smile as cold as frost on the snowy night. He glanced at her lightly, then, with a slight smile, he hugged the woman and took one step forward, and then another.

Go straight to the river.

Na Yin'er was so intoxicated by the man's exquisite grace that she didn't realize that her back was facing the river, and she stepped back step by step.

Going to the river.

The man lowered his face and smiled lightly.

The woman squeaked and moved closer to her lips.

The man gently stretched out his hand and gave a gentle push.

"Plop."

Feng Zhiwei held her head and groaned.

It's actually...that's really the case.

Yin'er never dreamed that she would be pushed into the water. She was so shocked that she forgot to struggle. Fortunately, the river was not deep and this was a scenic river. Her face and lips turned pale in an instant. She didn't know whether it was because she was scared or because she was The river is frozen.

She stared blankly at a man and a woman by the river. The man put his hands behind his hands and smiled, looking into the distance without even looking at her. The woman holds the pot and drinks her own wine elegantly but persistently.

For a moment, Yin'er felt like she was about to collapse.

There are still people like this in the world. One pushes someone into the water for no reason, and the other refuses to save someone when they see him falling into the water.

She shivered in the water for a long time before struggling and slowly approaching the shore. She stretched out her hand to the man pleadingly and begged him to take a hand, "Young Master... Young Master..."

The outstretched fingers were blue and white from the cold, trembling as pitifully as a broken flower.

The man looked at her fingers, slowly put his hands into his sleeves, and said with a smile: "No, your hands are dirty."

Feng Zhiwei, who was sipping wine, suddenly coughed.

"Master... Yin'er knows that I was wrong... Yin'er will never bother you again..." The woman cried in the water until she was full of tears, "Yin'er knows... I shouldn't like you... ”

The tears washed away the gorgeous makeup, revealing the childish features. This woman was still very young. Because of her youth, she didn’t know what to do. Now, after taking a dip in the cold water on a winter night, I suddenly remembered that the legendary man was ruthless and ruthless. Don't like to be tied down.

She was soaking in the river on a winter night, shivering, but she didn't dare to ask for help, or even get out of the water by herself.