A song of cold spring breeze is a song of blind Abing expressing his deep lament for the oppressed and his infinite yearning for a better life through his description of the cold wind in his early spring. Some of them are his bumpy life struggles. In general, this is a sad song. If ordinary people listen to it, they will have at most some insights in their hearts. A sentimental person may sigh, and the rest will basically be nothing.

However, Chang Kunla's song was so vivid and artistic. Not to mention anything else, even Wang Zan next to him remembered the days when he was dependent on his mother for the first twenty years, he had no father.

Wang Zan was also in love with the scene. He wiped the corners of his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "This guy, he has too much skills, right?"

That's not all. After listening to the narrator, the middle-aged man's eyes were dull, showing a state of loss of consciousness and despair. The cold sweat on his forehead disappeared, and instead he was a dead gray expression.

After the cold spring breeze was pulled, several sighs came from all around, and many onlookers shouted "Okay", while at the same time, the middle-aged man lowered his head, turned around lonely, and walked towards the distance.

Chang Kun frowned and said, "It seems like he is going to be a bad thing. Is he in a bad mood?"

"What am I telling you? I'm not telling you. Don't play such a sad song. It's entirely possible that you will give his life with one song..."

After saying that, Wang Zan stood up, took the kitchen knife on the ground into his bag, followed towards the middle-aged man not far away, and Chang Kun followed him with his erhu.

After a while, the other party walked to the Nanhu Lake.

The wind blows the willows and the water waves ripples.

Chang Kun said speechlessly: "Get into the river?"

"Swish" Wang Zan suddenly took a step forward and reached out to pull the middle-aged man. The other party turned around in a daze and stared at him blankly.

Wang Zan said, "This is a death sentence. What a big deal. Besides, it doesn't matter if you die. Will you leave your wife and children at home?

When the other party heard Wang Zan's words, his eyes turned red, and his clenched lips were covered with tooth marks.

What you can hardly imagine is that a man with a particularly tough temperament would have such a helpless scene. After the disheartened and dead expressions of this man falling from above all came out, Wang Zan and Chang Kun next to him felt that he had no attachment to life at all.

"Take this..." Wang Zan took out a kitchen knife from his bag and handed it over, and said softly: "You are not afraid of death, what else are you afraid of? You take this kitchen knife. If you are desperate in two days, it will not be too late to die again. But before you die, take the kitchen knife and go to the place where you just now to see me. Maybe I can try to pull you out of dire straits."

The other party looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and looked a little confused, but he still took it over.

"Remember, when I was looking for me, I brought this knife. If you don't, it's useless if you look for it!" Wang Zan turned his head and left, regardless of the other party's reaction.

Chang Kun glanced at him, followed Wang Zan's footsteps, and then asked, "Only sell it for credit, don't sell it, the person who sells it for credit?"

Wang Zan said in surprise: "Do you know too?"

"Why didn't I know? I've heard of it before. I think you're doing this these days, but I don't have the nerve to ask if you haven't opened it. Anyway, I've tasted it now." Chang Kun paused, and then asked, "What's wrong with that person?"

"When did you suddenly talk so much?"

"curious"

"Then don't ask, you're here all these days, and you'll know when he comes to me the day after tomorrow."

Chang Kun asked, "How did you know that he would come to you?"

Wang Zan said softly: "That person just now, even if he had already entered a desperate situation, he would not give up easily, especially when he was indifferent to life and death. When he was trying to seek death before, I said that it was because of the situation. Many people who wanted to commit suicide had their determination at that moment, and as long as they were interrupted, they would usually not seek death again. If you don't believe it, look back."

Chang Kun turned around and saw that the middle-aged man had turned around and had retreated from the riverside.

To be honest, there are many people in this world who are determined to die, and there are often reports on the news that some people jumped off buildings and jumped into rivers. In fact, at least about 80% of the people who did this were the courage to come at that time, which is what the saying goes, and as long as someone pulls them back at this time, these people will basically be clear about it afterwards.

In fact, to put it bluntly, if they really die sincerely, they can find a place where no one is. For example, if they go to the mountains to stab their artery, they will definitely die completely and they will not even have the chance to save them.

"As for why he came to me? It's very simple. He treated me as his straw..."

"I realized, I realized." Chang Kun nodded, then touched the money in his pocket and said, "Thank you for your love, we are apart today, so drink some more?"

Wang Zan said speechlessly: "You are very diligent in your wine."

Chang Kun scratched his head awkwardly and said, "It's hard to fall asleep in the long night. I'm going back too early and I have nothing to do. Why don't I drink?"

After two days, Wang Zan still sat in front of Nanhu with his arms in his arms, setting up a stall near Nanhu, but it was completely symbolic. He still didn't even have a kitchen knife on credit.

Chang Kun asked him curiously about this. The day before yesterday, the other party obviously didn't come to find you, but you took the initiative to hand over the kitchen knife. You have been here for more than half a month, and there are so many people coming and going, why did you just pick him?

"We don't have any fixed definitions for giving kitchen knives, it all depends on fate..." Wang Zan thought for a while, then spread his hands and said, "If you ask me why I was picking someone to give them, I can't explain the specific reason. In general, I think it will make sense to send this knife out, so I did it, and it has nothing to do with who the other party is. This knife may be given to a beggar, nor will it give to a billionaire, mainly because of my feeling at that time."

In the past, people who used to make knives were walking around the streets and alleys, walking in the mountains and forests, and then they were given out whenever there was a major event. For example, the entire land was in vain that year, and wherever people passed by, they usually left a prophecy, saying that the country would be prosperous and the people would be safe after many years.

For example, after those three years of natural disasters, after the knife-maker’s credit, you will leave a sentence: In three years, you should be able to eat and wear warmth.

But now, this situation will definitely not happen unless the world is in chaos.
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