Border Town Wanderer Chapter 1 - 1

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Text Chapter 1 A Man without Saber

He did not have a saber.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Fu Hongxue!

There was supposed to be many people here, a variety of people. However, such a man like him shouldn't have come, because he was not qualified to it.

It was a strange place.

It had been late autumn, but it was still as warm as spring here.

It had been midnight, but it was still as bright as the day here.

It had wine, but it was not a tavern.

It had gambling, but it was not a casino.

It had women who could accompany you do anything at any time, but it was not a brothel either.

This place had no name, but it was the most famous place in the surrounding area. In the lobby, there were eighteen tables. No matter which table you chose, you could enjoy the best food and drink - but only food and drink. If you want others, you would have to push the door.

There were eighteen doors around the lobby.

No matter which door you had pushed, you would never be regretted nor disappointed.

There was also a high staircase behind the lobby.

Nobody knew what is on the upstairs, and nobody had been there.

Because you didn't need to go upstairs at all.

No matter what you need, you could find it downstairs.

Before the stairs there was a small square table, a neat middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes was sitting there.

He seemed to be sitting there alone all the time and playing pai gow.

People seldom saw him doing other things, nor saw him stand up. The chair he was sitting on was big and comfortable.

Two bloodwood walking sticks were placed beside the chair.

He never paid attention to the passing people, and even rarely raised his head to have a look at them.

No matter what other people did, looked like it was none of his business.

In fact, he was exactly the owner of this place.

A strange place usually had a strange owner.

A saber was holding in Fu Hongxue's hand.

A saber with a strange shape. The sheath was black, and the hilt was black.

He was eating. He took a bite at the rice, then took a bite at the dish. He ate slowly.

Because he could only eat with one hand.

His other hand was holding a saber. No matter what he was doing, he never gave up his saber.

Black saber, black clothes, black eyes. As black as jet.

Therefore, although his seat was far from the gate, when Ye Kai came in, he saw him and his saber immediately.

Ye Kai never took a saber.

It was already late autumn and late at night.

On the long street, there was only this lamp hanging on the door.

The door was narrow. Dim light was shining on the dry soil in front of the door, and the autumn wind raised a cloud of sand. An incomplete chrysanthemum was rolling in the wind, not knowing where it was from, nor where it would go.

Aren't human beings just like this incomplete chrysanthemum which could never predict its own destiny?

So why do human beings need to be sad and to sigh for its destiny?

If chrysanthemum knew it, it wouldn't complain, because it had experienced its own glorious days, it has been praised and cherished by others.

And this was enough.

One end of the long street was a boundless wasteland; the other end of the long street was also a boundless wasteland.

This lamp was like an only pearl in the wasteland.

The sky reached the sand, and the sand reached the sky. People had been on the horizon.

Ye Kai was like to be appeared on the horizon.

Along the long street, he walked from the darkness slowly to the place with light. He sat in the middle of the street and lifted his feet.

The boots on his feet were made of tanning. Usually, only herdsmen in deserts wear this kind of boot. Just as herdsmen in deserts, this kind of boot could endure hardships.

However, the sole of his boot had been worn into a hole, and his feet had skinned to blood. Watching his foot, he nodded as if he felt dissatisfied - not to his boots, but to his feet.

"How could the feet of such a man like me also be skinned?"

He caught a little sand and poured it into the hole on his boot.

"Since you are so useless, I will make you suffer more."

He stood up and made the sand rub the wound of his feet.

Then he smiled.

His smile was like a ray of sunshine suddenly appeared in the cloud of sand.
正文 第01章 不带刀的人

他没有佩刀。

他一走进来,就看到了傅红雪!

这里本已有很多人,各式各样的人,可是他这种人,却本不该来的。因为他不配。

这里是个很奇怪的地方。

现在已是残秋,但这地方还是温暖如春。

现在已是深夜,但这地方还是光亮如白昼。

这里有酒,却不是酒楼。

有赌,却不是赌场。

有随时可以陪你做任何事的女人,却也不是妓院。

这地方根本没有名字,但却是附近几百里之内最有名的地方。大厅中摆着十八张桌子。无论你选择哪一张桌子坐下来,你都可以享受到最好的酒菜——只有酒菜,你若还要享受别的,就得推门。

大厅四面有十八扇门。

无论你推哪扇门走进去,都绝不会后悔,也不会失望。

大厅的后面,还有道很高的楼梯。

没有人知道楼上是什么地方,也没有人上楼去过。

困为你根本不必上楼。

无论你想要的是什么,楼下都有。

楼梯口,摆着张比较小的方桌,坐着个服装很华丽、修饰很整洁的中年人。

他好像总是一个人坐在那里,一个人在玩着骨牌。

很少有人看见他做过别的事,也很少有人看见他站起来过。他坐的椅子宽大而舒服。

椅子旁,摆着两根红木拐杖。

别的人来来去去,他从不注意,甚至很少抬起头来看一眼。

别的人无论做什么事,好像都跟他全无关系。

其实他却正是这地方的主人。

一个很奇怪的地方,通常都有个很奇怪的主人。

傅红雪的手里握着刀。

一柄形状很奇特的刀,刀鞘漆黑,刀柄漆黑。

他正在吃饭,吃一口饭,配一口菜,吃得很慢。

因为他只能用一只手吃。

他的左手握着刀,无论他在做什么的时候,都从没有放过这柄刀。

漆黑的刀,漆黑的衣服,漆黑的眸子,黑得发亮。

所以他坐的地方虽离大门很远,但叶开走进来的时候,还是一眼就看到了他,也看到了他手里的刀。

叶开是从不带刀的。

秋已深,夜已深。

长街上只有这门上悬着的一盏灯。

门很窄,昏暗的灯光照着门前干燥的土地,秋风卷起满天黄沙。一朵残菊在风沙中打着滚,既不知是从哪里吹来的,也不知要被吹到哪里去。

世人岂非也都正如这瓣残菊一样,又有谁能预知自己的命运。

所以人们又何必为它的命运伤感叹息?

菊花若有知,也不会埋怨的,因为它已有过它自己的辉煌岁月,已受过人们的赞美和珍惜。

这就已足够。

长街的一端,是无边无际的荒原;长街的另一端,也是无边无际的荒原。

这盏灯,仿佛就是荒原中唯一的一粒明珠。

天连着黄沙,黄沙连着天。人已在天边。

叶开仿佛是从天边来的。

他沿着长街,慢慢地从黑暗中走过来,走到了有灯光的地方。他就在街心坐了下来,抬起了脚。

脚上的靴子是硝皮制成的,通常本只有大漠上的牧人才穿这种靴子。这种靴子也正如大漠上的牧人一样,经得起风霜,耐得起劳苦。

但现在,靴子的底已被磨成了个大洞,他的脚底也被磨出血来。他看着自己的脚,摇着头,仿佛觉得很不满——并不是对这双靴子不满,而是对自己的脚不满。

“像我这种人的脚,怎么也和别人的脚一样会破呢?”

他抓起一把黄沙,从靴子的破洞里灌进去。

“既然你这么不中用,我就叫你再多受些折磨,多受些苦。”

他站起身,让沙子磨擦自己脚底的伤口。

然后他就笑了。

他的笑,就像这满天黄沙中突然出现的一线阳光。