Liang Mou thought about it and didn't say anything.

Yang Jibai sat for a while, got up and went out.

"Hey, where is this?" Liang Mou asked.

"It's a small house I rented. Don't worry, no one knows it. I'm doing it very hidden." Yang Jibai said, pulling the door behind him.

Liang Mou sat there all day. The sunlight in the only small window moved with time, shining on the gradually cooled medicine pot, on the green local cloth quilt, on the picture of the lady outlined ink on the wall, on the man's slippers beside the bed, on the small wine pot with crooked corners, and on the mud figurine the size of a palm at the head of the bed. Liang Mou picked up the mud figurine and played with it, and found that it was a female dance figurine, with wide sleeves and wide clothes, long hair in the air, astonished as a geek, as if a man had a beautiful aesthetic, with thin waist and long legs.

But there is no face.

The face of the clay figurine was blank, and they just applied two red faces with rouge. A work with excellent craftsmanship was as naughty as a child at the last step.

On the other hand, there is a title below, "The Fool, Yang Jibai".

She played with it for a while and felt sleepy, so she retracted into the quilt, smelled the scent of the head burning slightly by the sunlight, and fell asleep.

——

Liang Mou supported his body and walked out of the hut, and there was a continuous stream of snow floating in the sky.

Yang Jibai squatted on the roof. No one knew how long he had been squatting there. He held his cheek and looked into the distance, with a smile on his lips, and looked at the corner of his mouth, looking attentive.

"What are you looking at?" Liang Mou asked.

"Look at the Tianqi City, square, like a chessboard. Actually, I have never been to such a big city before, but unfortunately I will leave soon." Yang Jibai lowered his head, "Look, you are almost done, and my favor is over. Lord Ji Bing probably used some means. I was the only one who was wanted, but you were not. I asked someone to send a letter to Yunzhong, and someone will come to pick you up soon."

"Are you leaving?"

"Well, the Emperor's Funeral Ceremony a few days ago, Shen Gonglu has freed up his energy these days, and probably has to clean up the remaining party. I am the remaining party, so I have to leave quickly."

“Where to go?”

"The world is vast, I really don't know." Yang Jibai scratched his forehead.

"Yang Jibai, why did you come to the capital?" Liang Mou decided not to call him Mr. Yang again. Anyway, this familiar Lai Zi never treated her as a "General Liang".

"Because I have many wishes." Yang Jibai said softly.

He stood up, and suddenly shook his sleeves in the snowflakes in the sky, laughing, dancing in the wind, as if a actor appeared on the stage, "I have the art of slaying dragons, wanting to turn the clouds and dragons, wanting to dance; I have the ambition to fry the seven seas and reach the fields; I have a peerless edge, wanting to get rid of the pillar of the sky; I am the primitive jade, wanting to find a magic craftsman to become a craftsman!"

But there is no actor in the world who has his rampantness and talent.

He stopped his dance and smiled, squatted down and looked down at Liang Mou, with a serious expression, "What I said is true."

"Well, I believe this time." Liang Mou said, "Are you very sorry? With the appreciation of King Jian and Lord Ji Bing, you would have ascended to heaven like a dragon."

"Ji Fei? Forget it," Yang Jibai shook his head, "I compare myself to the uncensored jade. I need to use a famous knife to cut jade. Have you ever seen people who use a pig-killing knife to carve jade?"

"Mr. Ji Bing is considered a pig-killing knife? Then you still have to go and recommend yourself?"

"Because I am not young anymore (it's really not young anymore...), I just want to be promoted but I have no way to go." Yang Jibai was calm.

Liang Mou smiled. She was too lazy to think about whether what Yang Jibai said was the truth. This person seemed to have a thousand lies under his tongue at any time. He opened his mouth and only saw which sentence came out first. "Really, I originally wanted to use Ji Feng as a step to enter the palace to meet the emperor. To save him the Great Zhou Dynasty, I think I am the one he is waiting for."

"So confident?"

"Yes. I thought about it for a long time and had a comprehensive plan that I was going to give to the emperor, but he took a gun to win Wuyi's mansion. Shen Gonglu is a Beidi lion. If a person wants to fight with wild beasts, how can he be defeated?"

"He can't stand it anymore, right? Over the years, the emperor has done his best."

"Yes," Yang Jibai nodded, "I don't blame him. His firewood is limited. In this chaotic world, even if he burns himself with fire, he can only illuminate for a while. He will soon be forgotten."

"But you want to be remembered." Liang Mou leaned against the door, and she suddenly found that the cottage had an excellent view, overlooking the entire Apocalypse City.

"Yeah!" said Yang Jibai.

One person is on the roof, one person is under the eaves, two people are watching the snow, and no one wants to speak.

The yards of the Tianqi City are like chessboards, sleeping in a heavy snow, and the time is long on this quiet morning.

"I'm really leaving." Yang Jibai suddenly said.

"Yeah, goodbye."

Yang Jibai stood up, carried his hands behind his back, and walked along the high wall connecting the roof. Liang Mou did not look at his back.

"Hey, what's your name?" After walking a few steps, Yang Jibai turned around.

"Liang Mou."

"Well, my name is Yang Jibai."

"I know, you said it in front of Lord Ji Feng."

"I want you not to forget," said Yang Jibai. "One day my name will shock thousands of miles, and that day will be the time for us to meet again."

One side of the wall collapsed, and he walked down the broken bricks step by step, and his figure slowly disappeared under the wall.

A long time later, Liang Mou looked at the wall silently, and there was no more of him. This unexpected encounter ended in a snowy scene. Many things that happened during the snow made people feel illusory.

"Sir, someone is here to send a gift!" The girl in white dress, holding a wooden box, ran to Shang Leji with a wooden box.
Chapter completed!