Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 12: 　Even if a dance is ecstasy

February 22.

Luoyang.

The sky is full of wind and snow.

Sima Chaoqun, wearing a hat, a blanket, and a fast horse, braved the last wind and snow of this winter, rushed out of Luoyang and headed for Chang'an.

He knew that Zhu Meng might have arrived in Chang'an now.

Although the strength of the Escort is strong, its strength is scattered. The first-class players under the Escort are mostly powerful magnates, but they will not easily leave their bases to Chang'an.

The people Zhu Meng brought to Chang'an this time were all dead men who were ten years old, and they didn't plan to come back to Luoyang alive.

Zhuo Donglai will definitely see this, and will never fight head-on with Zhu Meng.

But he must have a way to deal with Zhu Meng, and the method he used must be extremely effective.

Cunning, cruel, and despicable, but absolutely effective.

No one knows Zhuo Donglai better than Sima Chaoqun.

He only hopes that he can rush back in time to prevent Zhuo Dong from doing something that will definitely make him feel sorry for the rest of his life.

He has climbed high enough, already feeling very tired.

He really didn't want to step on Zhu Meng's body to climb to a higher floor.

What method will Zhuo Donglai use against Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao? Sima Chaoqun hadn't thought of it yet, nor had he thought about it seriously. Snow flies all over the sky, just like flying butterflies.

His heart sank suddenly, because he already knew what Zhuo Dong didn't use.

The same day, Chang'an.

Changanju.

The first floor of Chang'an Residence is in a lot of cold fragrant plum blossoms.

There is no fire upstairs, so it is vulgar to light a fire. It is colder to appreciate plum blossoms.

Of course, this kind of thing is understood only by those who have never known what hunger and cold are when they drink alcohol. Of course, people who can't eat and drink all the year round will not understand.

"Unexpectedly, the two came earlier than me."

When Zhuo Dong came upstairs, Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao were already sitting on the top of the building, and only half of the jar of wine was left.

"Extending the head is also a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife. Since it's decided, why not come early, and drink the good wine that doesn't need money here first."

"Yes, Hall Master Zhu said, it's better to come early." Zhuo Donglai smiled: "The earlier you come, the more you see."

He pushed open all the windows upstairs: "Except for this full garden of plum blossoms, what else did Hall Master Zhu see?"

"I saw a lot of shit." Zhu Meng grinned, "I don't know where the wild dog came from."

Zhuo Donglai's expression remained unchanged, and he was not angry.

"I don't know much about this." He said, "It's just that I can guarantee that the wild dog is definitely not an ambush I laid, nor is it from the dart board."

"How do you know that it is not from the dart board?" Zhu Meng sneered: "Have you asked about it? Have you talked about it?"

Zhuo Donglai is still smiling.

"There are some things that you don't need to ask." Zhuo Donglai said: "For example, if Hall Master Zhu saw a pile of shit, he knew that it was a dog shit, and there was no need to ask if the **** was a dog. Yes, neither dog nor **** can speak.

Zhu Meng laughed.

"Okay, well said, I can't tell you." He laughed and toasted, "I can only drink with you."

"I will accompany you when you drink."

Zhuo Donglai also toasted and drank: "It's just that you and I must understand very well in my heart."

"What's the matter?"

"Hall Master Zhu is willing to come here, of course, not just to drink a few glasses of water and wine."

"Oh?"

"Hall Master Zhu came here just to see what trick Zhuo Donglai wants to play?"

Zhu Meng laughed again: "This time you are right again, it's really **** good at all /

His laughter suddenly stopped, and a pair of bloodshot eyes shot out a sharp light like a telegraph, and asked Zhuo Donglai sharply: "What trick do you want to play?"

"In fact, there is no trick. Even if there is, it is not me who plays the trick."

"Isn't who you are?"

Zhuo Donglai poured another glass of wine, took a shallow sip, and then said word by word in his unique tone:

"I asked Hall Master Zhu to come here tonight, just because someone is going to dance for you tonight/

Zhu Meng's face suddenly changed.

At this moment, how did he feel in his heart?

No one can understand, and no one can describe it. Scratching, acupuncture, and burning are not enough to describe.

Zhuo Donglai has already raised his glass to Xiao Gao.

"The dance of the butterfly dance is the best in the world. It is definitely not easy to see. You and I are not shallow today.

Xiao Gao was silent.

Zhuo Donglai smiled: "It's just that I invited Brother Gao to see tonight, and I didn't perform this dance."

"What do you want me to see?"

"It's a person." Zhuo Donglai said word by word: "A man Gao must really want to see."

Xiao Gao's face also changed.

——A woman who doesn't even know her name, a relationship that the Ministry of Immortality cannot forget.

Zuo Donglai smiled leisurely: "Brother Gao must have guessed who I am talking about by now."

With a sound of "wave", the wine glass in Xiao Gao's hand shattered, and the fragments pierced into the palm of one person.

Zhu Meng suddenly roared a tiger, stretched out the big hand raised with blue veins, and grabbed Zhuo Donglai's skirt, "Where is she? Where is the person you are talking about?"

Zhuo Dong didn't move. He looked at his hand coldly, and waited until this hand relaxed his shirt, then he slowly said, "The person I'm talking about will be coming soon."

He seemed to have said this sentence to Zhu Meng, but his eyes were looking at Xiao Gao.

At this time, a shiny black painted carriage stopped outside the gate of Chang'anju.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestras faintly spread in the Yuanlin. The sound of music is poignant and sings with the rest sound, singing the joys and sorrows of life, and the singing is full of helpless sadness.

"Spring goes and spring comes, the flowers bloom and fall;

When it's time to leave, who can stay? "

Die Wu sat in the carriage idiotically and listened idiotically. A long dead leaf was blowing in the wind from nowhere, and it fell gently on the snow like a butterfly.

She pushed the car door and walked down, picked up the fallen leaf, and looked at it foolishly, not knowing how long it was.

I don't know where to drop a drop of water on this fallen leaf. I don't know if it is tears or rain? But it looks like the crystal dew on the green leaves when the flowers are in full bloom in spring.

Leng Xiang was full of hugs, and the cold wind was all over the building, but Zhu Meng stretched the skirt of his clothes more open, as if he wanted to let this blade-like cold wind pierce his heart.

Neither he nor Xiao Gao spoke. The sweet, thick, sour and bitter thoughts have blocked their throats.

A spontaneous old Zengmu touched the ground with a bamboo stick and slowly walked upstairs.

A little girl with a big braid, holding the corner of the old man's clothes, followed him.

The old man is holding a hole and the girl is holding a lute. It is obviously a musician who is going to accompany the butterfly dance. Although the old man’s wrinkled face is completely expressionless, each wrinkle is like a tomb, and there are counts buried in it. Unclear suffering and sorrow.

He has seen most of the sad things in the world.

The girl has never seen anything, because she is also a blind man. She was born blind. She has never seen the light at all, and she has no idea what the joy of youth is like.

How can two people like this achieve happiness and joy?

The old man walked up silently, silently walked to a corner he knew and sat down.

It's not the first time he has been here, and every time he comes here is a tragic song.

Sing tragic songs for some people who usually laugh a lot, and use songs to provoke some secret pain in their hearts.

These people are also willing to let him do this.

——Humans are really strange animals, and sometimes they treat sadness and pain as a kind of enjoyment.

There was another footstep downstairs.

Very light footsteps, light and shaking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Gao's people had skimmed over the table, rushed to the stairs, and rushed down.

Zhu Meng did not move.

His whole body seemed to be stiff, turning into a corpse that had turned into rock. The body of a dead person in ancient times.

A woman who doesn't even know her name has a relationship that will never be forgotten in life.

Xiao Gao thought he would never see her, but now she is in front of him.

Is this a dream?

She saw him too.

She looked at him obsessively, wondering whether she was surprised? Is it joy? Do you want to meet? Still want to escape?

Xiao Gao didn't let her choose.

He has rushed up, grabbed her, and grabbed her hands with two hands.

This is not a dream, nor an illusion.

The feeling in his hand is so warm and full, and the feeling in his heart is so warm and full.

"Why did you leave that day? Where did you go? Why did you come here?"

Xiao Gao didn't ask these words.

As long as they can meet, nothing else matters.

"You are here, you are really here, this time I will never let you go again."

He pulled her back, stepped back up the stairs, his eyes couldn't bear to leave her face anymore.

Suddenly, there was an unexpected change on her face.

Her pupils suddenly shrank due to fear, and then suddenly expanded, and her whole person seemed to collapse and collapse.

——What did she see?

Xiao Gao looked at her in surprise, and wanted to look back immediately to find out what she saw.

But suddenly there was a terrible change on his own face, as if suddenly thinking of a terrible thing, after a long, long time, he dared to look back.

He turned around and saw Zhu Meng.

The expression on Zhu Meng's face looks like a beast, a beast that has fallen into the trap of a hunter, sad, angry, and desperate.

The person he was looking at was the person Xiao Gaola came upstairs.

Die Wu.

Suddenly Xiaogao understood completely.

Die Wu.

This woman that he will never forget is the Die Wu that Zhu Menghun will never forget.

——Why is fate so cruel!

It's not fate, it's not a coincidence, it's definitely not.

Zhuo Dong came to look at them, with a smile in his eyes as if an evil **** was looking at the sacrifices made by fools for him.

Hands are cold.

Everyone’s hands are cold.

Xiao Gao let go of Die Wu's icy hand, and then began to step back, retreating into a corner.

Zhu Meng's eyes are now fixed on his face, and his big bloodshot eyes seem to have become a spear.

A **** spear.

Xiao Gao is dead.

Although his people are not dead yet, his heart has been stabbed to death under this **** spear.

But death is not free.

——What will Zhu Meng do to him? How should he treat Zhu Meng?

Xiao Gao didn't dare to think about it and couldn't think of it. He can't think at all.

The only thing he can do is "go."

Unexpectedly, when he was about to leave, someone suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute/

Xiao Gao was surprised to find that Die Wu had completely recovered his composure, and he was no longer facing him.

"I know that you are leaving, and I also know that you have to go." Die Wu said: "But you must wait a while before leaving."

Her attitude is calm and determined, and there seems to be a power in her eyes that can make no one refuse her.

A person can only develop this power when he is fearless about everything.

Die Wu turned to face Zhu Meng again: "I remember you once said that when I was about to dance, no one could go.

Zhu Meng's double fists were clenched in purple, as if he was about to crush the world in his palms and destroy everything.

Zuo Donglai laughed, and asked Die Wu with a gloomy smile: "Can you still dance?"

"Have you ever seen a silkworm spinning?" Die Wu said: "As long as it is not dead, its silk will not be exhausted."

She said: "Me too, as long as I am alive, I can dance."

Zhuo Donglai shook his palm: "That would be great."

The foxcloak fell, and the dance clothes floated up.

The bald-headed musician who had been sitting silently in the corner suddenly stood up, and his haggard and tired old face looked like a pile of crumpled yellow paper.

"I am a blind man, old and blind. I have not thought of something that makes me happy for a long time, so I always play some sad music for the uncles." He slowly said: "But today I have to make an exception."

"Make an exception and play a happy tune for us?" Zhuo Weiwei asked.

"Yes/

"Did you think of anything happy today?"

"No/

"If not, why make an exception?"

The white head musician stared into the darkness with a pair of blind eyes that could not see anything at all. His voice was hoarse and sad: "Although I am blind, old and blind, I can still feel the sadness here today. It’s too much/

With a sound of "Zheng Cong", the pipa sounded, and the first sound of the old man moved the pipa like a thread.

A single thread has become countless, and the strings of a pipa are like beads falling on a jade plate.

Every thread, every bead, is light and joyful, and what he plays today is no longer the helpless sadness in life.

What he played was the joy of life.

The butterfly dance is dancing.

Her dancing is just as light and cheerful, as if she has forgotten all the suffering in her life.

Her life has been integrated with her dance, and she has integrated her life into her dance.

Because the only thing left in her life is dance.

Because she is a dancer.

At this moment, she is no longer the woman who has experienced vicissitudes and sufferings, but a dancer, so noble, so pure, so beautiful.

She danced her joy and youth, and her youth and joy disappeared in the dance.

"The sword is ruthless, and Chuang Sheng has no dreams;

Yiwu for Jun, turned into a butterfly/

The old man playing the pipa suddenly shed tears.

He played joyful music, but tears shed in his empty blind eyes.

He can't see the people in the room, but he can feel it.

——What a sad person, how dark.

The joyful music he played only made the sadness look sadder. The joyful music he played seemed to have become not a piece of music, but a kind of irony.

It's another "Zheng" sound~IndoMTL.com~The pipa string breaks.

The dance is also broken.

Die Wu fell on Zhuo Donglai's feet like a fallen leaf, and suddenly drew a knife from Zhuo Donglai's boot.

A dazzling jewel-like knife.

She raised her head and glanced at Zhu Meng, then turned her head and glanced at Xiao Gao.

The short knife in her hand has fallen, and it landed on her knee.

Blood spattered.

As soon as the blade fell, the blood spattered.

Her legs became like two pieces of rotten wood under the blade of this knife.

As soon as the blade fell, she was no longer a dancer. There will never be a dancer with a broken leg in this world.

Such beautiful legs, so light, so dexterous, so beautiful.