雨还在下，巷子口的风刮得呜呜响，像是要把这破败的巷子给拆了。楚寻欢把脸埋得更低，雨水在脸上蹭出冷意，但比不上心头的寒。匕首在手里沉得慌，他知道，这一路走过来，从别院杀出来，每一步都踩在刀尖上。

身后有没有人跟着，他不敢确定，但那股子若有若无的脚步声，像跗骨之蛆，钻得人心里发毛。楚寻欢心里骂了一句：“南宫卿雪，你他妈到底想干嘛？”南宫卿雪，这个名字像毒蛇一样，钻进他心里，每次想起都让他火大。

他加快了脚步，雨水打湿了他的头发和衣服，但他毫不在意。他只有一个念头，那就是摆脱这个跟踪者，找个地方喘口气。

走了没多久，楚寻欢 came upon a small tavern , the sign above it flickered ominously in the wind, as if it were about to fall off. He hesitated for a moment, but the fatigue and fear overwhelmed him, and he walked in.

The tavern was dimly lit, the air filled with the smell of alcohol and tobacco. There were several people drinking at the table, talking loudly.楚寻欢 found a corner booth and sat down, ordering a cup of wine.

He took a few sips, his mind still on the trail he was running. Suddenly, a voice next to him said, "You seem familiar with this place?"

楚寻欢 looked up, and saw a man sitting across from him, his eyes bright and his expression sharp. "Who are you?"楚寻欢 asked, his voice cold.