Chapter 87

Autumn in Wufang town is colder than other places.

There was a piercing moisture in the white fog, and it seemed that there were countless ice flowers of the size of needle tips, which melted immediately when they came to the skin.

In front of the pond is a small tributary of the WAN River, both sides covered with tufts of cattail, higher than the knee, like the earth's dense and dry hair.

The leading group always takes short cuts to drill into the jungle and wasteland. There is not even a decent stone bridge in the pond, only a few sharp stones are exposed on the top.

"Ah Sheng," Mu Yao looked back and was slightly surprised, "this It's not an underground river. "

It's just a Ordinary, shallow, no dangerous small pond.

Mu Sheng carried a half asleep girl on his back and stepped into the water without raising his head: "she can't go."

Mu Yao was dumb for a moment.

Ling Miaomiao put his arms around his neck, his eyes almost closed. He was willing to carry it, and she didn't want to wet her skirt, so she let him go.

Dangling legs shaking, she suddenly leaned over, Mu Sheng slightly side head, from her point of view, see the radian of his eyelashes.

"What's the matter?"

"My shoes..." She raised her right foot for a moment, vaguely revealing the slender wrist under her skirt, "it's going to fall."

She shook her ankle to ask him to hook it.

“……” He paused, backhand quickly took off a pair of her shoes, and into a pair, conveniently put into his arms, "can't drop."

“……” Ling Miaomiao shamefully curls up a pair of barefoot and hides it in her skirt. She doesn't want to talk to him any more.

His hand is down again, hold her right ankle to rub twice, Mou son black, "cold?"

"It's not cold." She shrunk her leg, broke away in a rage, and stepped on his hand before he could take it back.

Young suddenly let her step on a foot, eyelashes tremble, quietly catch her knee, obediently no longer speak.

As soon as he calmed down, Ling Miaomiao immediately fell asleep.

He noticed that the girl's breath on her back was gradually flat, her warm body was soft, and her hand around his neck was becoming looser and looser. His arm tightened and he called her: "don't sleep, you fall down."

Ling Miaomiao suddenly woke up, subconsciously hugged him, his eyes couldn't open, patted him twice on his clavicle, and grunted impatiently: "I can't fall down, I can't help you."

“……” Mu Sheng stepped on a slip of stones, and the corner of the robe was already immersed in the water. Her pomegranate red skirt was kneaded, like a handful of soft petals, tightly pressed under his sleeve.

As he walked, the boy looked at the flowing stream. He thought, he may be crazy, even this casual words, he also felt dizzy happiness.

Mu Yao had already crossed the river and stood patiently on the bank waiting for mu Sheng to come slowly. He carried the man across the river and gently put her down. Instead of carrying her on his back, he carried her to a big banyan tree and sat down in the shade.

The boy raised his eyes and looked at Mu Yao with dark eyes: "sister, have a rest."

The sentence pattern of discussion is in a plain and decisive tone.

“…… Good Mu Yao looks complicated and sits on one side, looking at him lowering his head, patiently helping her put on her shoes and playing with the girl's hair beside her temples.

*

Ling Miaomiao woke up from her dream and saw the gorgeous sunset all over the sky. A line of wild geese condensed into a small point and flew south.

Her watery apricot eyes looked at the sky dully, then turned and saw the stagnant twilight in the sky.

She found herself lying in the arms of Mu Sheng, and his fingers were still tickling around her hair.

My back is aching because I keep one movement for a long time.

She was still a little confused. She clearly remembered that when she went out, the sun was still in the sky

She suddenly sat up, blushing, frightened and frightened: "I I sleep till night? "

The Black Lotus let her fall asleep and didn't wake her up.

As soon as I look back, I can see Mu Yao leaning under the tree not far away, looking at them motionlessly and lovelessly, as if he had become a watchman's stone.

For her own sake, she has delayed the investigation progress of the whole leading group.

“……” Ling Miaomiao's remorse overflowed into a river. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Sheng Hun doesn't care and reaches out his hand to help her straighten the sleeping hairpin on her head.

"Who's talking to you!" Ling Miaomiao pats his hand and gets up with his hands and feet. He is very depressed. "Sister mu, it's me who's bad..."

"It's OK." Mu Yao had no choice but to smile, with a gentle and pitiful tone. "Miaomio may also be tired these days If you're sleepy, take a rest. It's the same with going late. "

*

it was almost dusk when we came to Wufang Town, and the lanterns on the street were lit one by one.

Mu Yao stopped the passers-by who hurried home: "do you know where Huazhe is?"The man suddenly laughed, as if to hear a joke: "see these lanterns?" He pointed to the bright lights of the roadside wine shop, and spoke with a southern accent. "If you follow these lights, you will find them naturally."

"Is it?" Mu Yao looked back at the street, as if in doubt.

The man sneered, not satisfied with her expression: "people in the town may not know where the imperial city is, but restaurants and restaurants must find it."

Three people thank him, pull foot to walk toward the deep street.

Wufang town is a small town. There are not many people in the whole town. Even the wharf is very bleak. However, there are restaurants and restaurants in the whole street, with bright lights and singing every night.

This city, hidden in the fog, is self absorbed and intoxicated.

All the way along the lanterns on both sides, Mu Yao suddenly stopped and pointed to the plaque on his head: "here we are."

Ling Miaomiao looked up. Sure enough, he saw two flat official script "Huazhe" on the old plaque. The door was open and there was not even a door to welcome him. But from time to time, people in twos and threes surrounded each other and stepped in. The business was very good.

The three story building is a circle larger than the buildings on both sides. From the undamaged carved columns, we can see how magnificent it was in the old days. It's just a little too shabby.

The paint on the gate and the plaque is peeling, and the metal is rusty. The lion carved on the two stone pillars at the gate is covered with moss. It looks like it hasn't been repaired. Even the hanging red lanterns look darker than the shops nearby, like the old antiques of the former dynasty on the new street.

Muyao and Miaomiao looked at each other and said, "go in."

The place Liu Fu chose was really extraordinary.

Along the winding main corridor, the north and South patios cast a desolate night. The lights on the corridor are shining and flickering, extending into the distance, and the eyebrows of Mu Sheng frown slightly.

It seems that on the side of the main corridor, there should have been countless people shaking, wearing fragrant clothes, singing and dancing, and flowing brilliance.

But look again, only the silent night, cold door.

"What's the matter?" Miaomiao looked at his face.

"Nothing." He took back his eyes and looked at her. The yellow candle reflected in her eyes, which was very soft.

Wonderful meal, but also lowered his voice: "uncomfortable to speak ah."

His eyes moved. For a while, he looked at her and nodded.

The scene along the way is quiet and desolate, which looks like the miserable situation before the collapse of the wine shop due to lack of funds. Until in the hall, Ling Miaomiao's impression has changed -

the first floor of the wine shop is full of people, noisy and full of wine and vegetables, which immediately dilutes the desolation before entering.

The tables and chairs in the hall have been saturated. When people pass through the tables, they have to walk sideways. When the diners twist, they may rub the back of another table at any time.

There is only one sophomore, with tray in both hands. I wish I could hold one more on my head. I have to deal with too many people in this maze like hall. I don't even have a smile on my face. I'm impatient.

"Brother Li, this restaurant is good. It's hard to hear the word" discount "in its name." Behind a table two people to drink, need to speak loudly, can let the other party hear clearly.

"You don't know that this building was originally the largest Qin Lou Chu hall in Wufang town. The meaning of the" flower fold "is" if you have flowers, you can fold, you must fold "and" if you have wine tonight, you can get drunk tonight " How many princes and nobles came all the way from the capital to Wufang town to bow down for flowers. " "What do you think we are all here for? We are here to have a look at this" fold "style

"Is there a girl in this building?" The man leaned forward, apparently interested.

The person who answered the question shook his chopsticks and didn't lift his head. "No, it's long gone. There are four or five bosses here. It's not a brothel for a long time."

"Oh..." He took a sip of the wine with some disappointment.

"But there's a reserved program." The childe laughingly sold a pass, "I don't say, you will know in a moment."

The scene has been in chaos, and the people in the hall are eating like a raging fire. When the leading group sees that little two can't wait, they find an empty table to sit down and pour the tea. Muyao picks up the recipe on the table and hands it to Miaomiao.

Miaomiao looked at the menu, a dense version of small characters, or vertical row, the first faint, then the menu to Mu Sheng: "you order."

Mu Sheng pauses, droops the long eyelashes: "what do you want to eat?"

She couldn't think of it for a moment. He had already read it in a very intimate whisper Salted duck, assorted vegetable, sweet scented osmanthus cake, iced wine, red bean Lantern Festival... "

"This one." She called to stop.

He stopped: "which one?"

"Red bean Lantern Festival."

"Well." He nodded, put the menu together and handed it to Mu Yao.

Ling Miaomiao stopped his hand, black and white apricot eyes looked at him, "don't you order?"Mu Sheng is tiny: "need not."

Miaomiao blinked: "don't you like to eat?"

His black eyes were dim, a little dazed under the water light.

"Then I'll order another one." Ling Miaomiao looked at him. He grabbed the recipe impolitely, and looked at it with an affectation, "apricot cloud cake." Then he squinted at him, intending to observe his reaction.

…… Sweet.

In the memory fragments, aunt Rong brought a plate to him, saying that it was something he liked to eat when he was a child.

Mu sound hears speech, the eye does not rise billows, just some doubts: "I just did not read apricot cloud cake."

Ling Miaomiao's affectation was torn down, and his face flushed with red, he stuffed the recipe to him. Crispy said, "I really want to eat it, so you can find out if it's on it."

Mu Sheng lowered his eyebrow and looked down at it at a glance. He actually found these three words in a row of cakes. The word "apricot" had a round dot on it, which must be the meaning of recommendation.

There was a faint smile in the young man's eyes - she could eat. His fingertips rested on the dot: "yes."

"That's the point."

Mu Yao suddenly let out a burst of exclamation, Miaomiao raised her head, and there was a lot of black Liufu clothes on the table. It seemed that she was driven by the dust and was so thirsty that she drank three cups of tea.

After drinking it, he looked at Mu Sheng with condemnation: "ah Sheng, I burned all the communication symbols for you. How can you ignore it? I'm running so fast that I break my leg. "

"Ah Sheng?" Mu Yao turns to see Mu Sheng in surprise. The young man's eyelashes are half drooping and turns a deaf ear. The radian of his eyes is cool and charming under the lamp, with a hint of ridicule.

Ling Miaomiao was very excited: "brother Liu, are you and sister Mu going to get married tomorrow?"

"Ah?" Liu Fuyi almost choked his throat with a mouthful of tea.

Mu Yao's eyes turned to Ling Miaomiao again, and they looked at each other in shock.

Suddenly from behind came the clear sound of Bangzi, and immediately the hall was quiet as if it had been pressed the mute button.

An old man with a red nose, dressed in a ragged robe made of colored cloth, stood in the middle of the hall, banging with one hand and stroking his white beard with the other: "everyone, meet again."

The people did not eat, put down their chopsticks, clapped their hands and cheered.

"Today, we are going to tell the story of Murong family in Wufang town and Zhao family childe," he said with a smile

The voice did not fall, the hall even sounded a wave of applause and whistles, like a big star voice.

The table behind him lowered the voice of the drinker. Tone with a proud smile: "see, this is the reserved program."

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