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“好劍！”
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模糊的日光掩映下，叢林近處，走出一個人。
依舊是那破草鞋，那半截褲腿，那個搖著酒葫蘆的乞丐。
“我打了斤半好酒，今天就著這雞，先吃個飽再說。”
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瞥了他一眼，想問些什麼，頭又劇烈的痛起來。
這從未開過葷的劍，沒想到第一個竟然用來切了雞頭、、、
世間最難以言明的事，便是明明期待的最神聖的，到最後都以極其難以接受的方式完結。
“我欠你兩條命了、、、”
我從不會虧欠別人，除了人命。
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“說過了，不是我救的你。”
他不耐煩了。
“你欠我一直胳膊，或者，一身功夫。”
我從不虧欠別人，也絕不會讓人虧欠我。
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“你兒子的命，先記著，待我找到圓圓，自然由你處置，你不必整日跟著我，我會去找你的。”
我心裏始終放不下的，還是圓圓。
他愣了，沉默半天。
“來，先喝酒。”
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自從失去了圓圓，每天和我相伴的就隻有酒了。
今天不錯，還有隻烤雞。
尷尬的沉默絕不是喝酒的氣氛。叫花子把酒倒到我葫蘆裏一半的時候，眼神透露出極其的可憐和不忍心。
“你的劍是哪裏弄到的？真不錯。”
他打開了話題，在這個節骨眼，我沒必要去算計仇恨。
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“我師父，他仙逝好多年了。”
自從下山，還從未到師父的靈前祭拜過。上次生死未卜，在武當住了幾天，想去祭拜，又覺得對不起師父。沒想到，那以後，就再也沒有了機會。師父說過的話，到現在，才知道是對的。
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“這長沙城根本沒鬧瘟疫，全是謠傳！！！！”
叫花子憤憤的說了一句，眼神戀戀不舍的離開了我收起來的劍。
我詫異的看了他一眼，順手扯下個雞腿，叼在嘴裏，從叫花子手接過酒葫蘆。
“我今早出去買酒，整個長沙城多了一倍的兵，大街上，到處都是巡邏的，還在驅趕著那些進城的人。”
“如果真的鬧瘟疫，怎麼沒見到城南到處橫屍遍野？怎麼兵反而多了起來？難道他們不怕死？”
一口酒下去，肚子又暖和了。
張開嘴的時候明顯感覺到嘴角的開裂，像是樹皮漸漸掙開了紋子。
這雞肉的味道不錯，可是每咀嚼一下，兩側的太陽穴都向外凸起般的一股一股的作痛。
我也在懷疑這其中有什麼不可告人的事。來這城南，不是單單的為了尋死。
“獨孤前輩，可否告訴我昨天是誰救了我？”
反正是頭痛，再香的肉吃起來都沒什麼欲望，我放下手中啃的差不多的雞腿，眼睛盯住了他不放。
“這個，我不知道、、、、”
他盡力說的不遮遮掩掩，可是語氣還是擦過了一絲難以琢磨的猶豫。
我盯著他仰起頭，酒順著油油的嘴邊，咕咚咚的流進。他尷尬的不敢拿下傾斜的葫蘆。一個勁的灌著、、、
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身後，突然，冒出一個熟悉的聲音，久遠的像是兒時賣包子大叔的吆喝。
“是我救的你！、、、、”
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