Chapter 1434

When sikongyun drank tea, he was just like drinking wine. He had an outlet to vent, and his eyes slipped past a drop of clear tears.

Standing at the cashier's desk, the landlady looked at a man sitting in a corner window crying sadly. She couldn't help but walk over and handed him a paper.

Sikong Yun looked at the paper, hurriedly turned his face and wiped his tears with his hand.

What a shame it is for a big man to be seen crying by a woman.

"What are you doing?"

Sikong Yun disdains to pick up the paper towel handed by the landlady.

"You cry?"

The landlady took out the sketch board and wrote these words on it.

Then hand it to Sikong Yun.

After seeing it, Sikong Yun hissed at the corner of his mouth: "cut, who is crying? I am lost in the sand."

The landlady calmly wrote on the sketch board: "the climate here is humid, and there has never been sandstorm."

This hard words pierced the end of Sikong Yun's hard mouth.

His mouth slightly offended, looking at the landlady displeased: "do you mind your own business?"

The landlady shook her head and left with the sketchpad.

He never took care of Sikong Yun again.

Sikong Yun finished his tea and went to the front desk to check out.

After settling the account, he asked the owner's mother Meng Zhi about her specific home address.

In this small town, the house and the house are all intricately connected. They are almost the same in length. It's impossible to tell which building is Meng Zhi's hometown.

"Madame, do you know where this place is? You've been here for a long time. You should know. "

Sikong Yun is very polite now.

The landlady took a look and shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

"Well, is there a hotel nearby?"

It's going to be dark. If he can't find it again, he must find a place to live.

This kind of place looks like a private residence, and there is no commercial high-end hotel at all.

"My second floor is the hotel."

The landlady wrote on the sketch board.

In fact, the town has not been developed, and everything is still the most natural living condition.

Every family has its own house, no one lives in a hotel at all.

But her little teahouse opened.

Some people will chat and play cards here, and there are several rooms for temporary stay and rest.

"That's good. I'll stay here tonight and get the best room for me."

"Follow me."

The landlady got up and went upstairs with him.

Then open the door of the largest room for the reference of Sikong Yun.

When Sikong Yun saw the room, he looked awe inspiring.

"Is this the biggest room you have? Are you kidding me? "

This room is only a dozen square meters, only a bed and a bathroom, nothing.

I dare say this is the biggest room.

The landlady saw that he didn't believe it, so she opened other rooms for him.

Although other rooms are not smaller, they are packed with two beds, which makes the space smaller.

Thinking of this kind of rural town, I dare not think of the high-end five-star hotel presidential suite in Yuncheng metropolis.

So sikongyun stayed.

Have a rest in the room for a while, and it's completely dark.

I touched my shriveled stomach.

Sikong Yun went downstairs to look for food.

The owner's wife is cleaning the counter. Sikong Yun goes to the counter and asks, "do you have a restaurant here?"

He doesn't expect a fancy restaurant. He can only ask if there is a small restaurant.

Otherwise he could starve to death here.

“……” The landlady shook her head.

"None of this?"

This completely subverted Sikong Yun's imagination. What a backward place it is.

"It's all private, no one's running the catering business."

The landlady wrote all she wanted to say to Sikong Yun.

It can be said that she is the only one to open a shop here, and her shop doesn't make money at all.

Not many people are willing to come here to spend money.

She opened her shop for peace.

"Well, what do you eat at night? Give me one, too. I can pay for it. "

The landlady turned to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of noodles from the kitchen and put them on the table.

"Just this bowl of noodles in clear soup?"

He is really

"Well."

The landlady nodded.

At last, Sikong Yun had no choice but to eat this bowl of noodles. He felt that the taste was very good, and the taste was familiar.

I don't know if I Miss Meng Zhi too much. When I came to her hometown, I even felt like eating a bowl of noodles.After eating noodles, Sikong Yun took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the owner's wife: "this is my meal fee. The housing fee will be paid when I leave."

When he had enough to eat and drink, he went out for a walk.

In Jiangnan, peach trees are everywhere.

Sikong Yun wanders around alone, wandering around in front of these ancient buildings, trying to find the figure of Meng Zhi.

Walking, the sky was drizzling.

The cool rain sprinkled on his face, a wave of cool.

He rubbed his arm and trotted all the way back.

But walking, he got lost.

Damn it, he's such a smart man that he's bewildered in such a place and doesn't know where to go.

At last, he had to walk under the eaves of a house to hide from the rain, and then took out his cell phone to call the landlady.

When he left, he specially looked at the service phone on the counter. He simply remembered it and asked her if anything happened.

After dialing out the phone for a while, the landlady got through.

"Hello, Madame, I'm lost. Can you come and pick me up?"

Sikong Yun shakes his body and begs the landlady.

PATA -

the phone is hung up, there is no reply from the owner's mother.

"Shit? Don't you care about me? "

Sikong Yun thought that the landlady didn't want to take care of him.

So he continued to drive around in the rain.

In the complex ancient town of bluestone steps, Sikong Yun saw a woman in flowing clothes, holding a transparent umbrella, slowly coming from afar.

Her body looks so like his zhi'er.

Sikong Yun ran happily. When he got closer, he found that this man was not Meng Zhi, but the owner of the teahouse.

She did come to him and found him.

Stop your steps, stop your eyes.

The light from someone else's room reflected on her shadow.

She is more like a fairy from heaven.

Sikong Yun involuntarily extended his hand and touched her face gently.

"Meng Zhi, is that you?"

Before his hand touched her face, he was shaken off by the landlady.

Those eyes burst with anger, as if they felt violated.

Sikong Yun had just returned to God. It was his own fault.

"I'm sorry to mistake you for my wife. I'm sorry."

Sikong Yun's eyes were dim and he walked forward with his head down.

The woman on the opposite side was silent for a few seconds, then caught up with him, grabbed his wrist, and handed him a folding umbrella.