The most famous restaurant on the bank of the Fu River is the antique Jinguan Building. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The afterglow of the sunset has not yet dissipated, and the Jinguan upstairs is already full of guests. Three floors of the four-story restaurant have long been full, and only a few elegantly decorated private rooms are still empty on the fourth floor. The private room is accessible by the window and the view of the water, and usually only accepts platinum VIP customers of the restaurant, and needs to be booked one week in advance.

However, the best of these private rooms is the largest one, but it never accepts reservations and is idle all year round. The old employees in the store all know that it was reserved by the proprietress Han Qingmei for the largest shareholder of the restaurant. The mysterious majority shareholder comes over every month to sit and sit without meals and drink tea, usually for no more than an hour.

Every time he came, Han Qingmei would put aside everything in her hands, personally serve him tea and water, and then chat with him lightly. New employees always can't help but be curious and privately inquire about the identity of this shareholder, but the old employees only answer one sentence: he is the patron saint of Jinguanlou and the boss.

Regarding the matter between the mysterious major shareholder and the charming boss, the employees of Jinguanlou are always secretive and reluctant to talk about it. The proprietress is a good woman who is hardworking and kind, and they can't bear to speculate on her character with malice. But this can't stop the gossipy people from using this matter as an after-dinner conversation, and the Jinguanlou by the Fu River has an extra crimson scenery.

At dusk, the mysterious majority shareholder walked into the private room.

"Excuse me, what do you want?" asked the young waitress as she respectfully followed him into the private room, smiling.

"Two bottles of Wuliangye and a few signature dishes. He took off his coat and hung it on a hanger, the middle-aged man commanded.

"Okay, please wait!" the waiter replied.

"Manly, it's a good match for Sister Mei!" Before leaving, she secretly glanced at the guest and praised in her heart.

"Xiao Lin, remember to put more tea!" Han Qingmei stood at the top of the stairs, looked at the waiter who came out of the private room, and admonished.

"Sister Mei, I was looking for you!" Xiao Lin trotted over, "That gentleman didn't ask for tea." He ordered two bottles of Wuliangye and ordered a few of the store's signature dishes. ”

"Oh?" Han Qingmei frowned, "Just do as he says!"

"Okay!" Xiao Lin nodded, and as she walked downstairs, she informed the front desk and kitchen preparations in the intercom.

"Why did he suddenly want to drink, could something have happened?" Han Qingmei was a little anxious in her heart. Thinking of his usual calmness and composure, she faintly felt that something was wrong with the situation, and she couldn't help but be a little faster.

"Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. A low and magnetic voice came out of the private room, and Han Qingmei, who walked to the door, stopped in surprise.

It's poetry and drinking, is this person really the same Kong Biao who spends most of the year in the rain of bullets? She smiled bitterly and walked in.

"I heard you want to drink?" she asked, looking at the tall background in front of the window.

Kong Biao turned around.

"Today I suddenly got interested. He looked at her and smiled. The gloom in Han Qingmei's eyes that couldn't be concealed made him feel very warm and in a better mood.

"Shall I drink with you?" Han Qingmei asked softly. She doesn't know how to drink, but she doesn't want him to drink alone, because it's easy to get drunk.

"When did you learn to drink?" asked Kong Biao with a frown.

"Not all the time. Han Qingmei's face was a little hot, "But I can learn now!"

"Don't learn it. Kong Biao smiled with relief, "Someone drank with me today." ”

"Good. Han Qingmei responded, feeling a little lost. In this private room, no other guests have ever been to this room except him and her. Who will drink with him? What will change his habits? Will this change make the peaceful days disappear?

"Don't worry. Kong Biao noticed her abnormality, "I'm here, you're here, Jinguanlou is here, everything will not change." It's just that I suddenly feel a little tired, and I want to try to let go of the burden on my shoulders! But you know my character, if you don't drink some wine, your blood won't be hot. ”

"Your blood has never been cold. Han Qingmei walked to his side, looked at Fuhe outside the window and whispered.

"Do you know the origin of those two poems just now?" Kong Biao's gaze fell on the graceful figure beside him, with inexplicable feelings.

"Yes. Han Qingmei nodded, "This poem is called "Spring Night Rain", which was left by a great bard during the medieval civilization when he traveled to Jincheng. ”

"What a beautiful poem, what a great poet. Kong Biao sighed, "Because of such poems and poets, this beautiful city has been created." ”

"It seems that you are a staunch inheritor. Han Qingmei looked up at him, "Do you really believe that the development of human society to this point is completely dependent on the inheritance of medieval civilization?"

Kong Biao nodded: "It can't be said that it is completely dependent. However, every big step taken by human society since the beginning of the new era can see the shadow of medieval civilization. I have had the privilege of seeing several ruins left behind by medieval civilizations, and it is no exaggeration to say that we were just toddlers in front of the giants of medieval civilizations. ”

"Such a glorious civilization finally disappeared silently in the long river of time. What was the reason for its demise?" After listening to his words, Han Qingmei sighed leisurely.

Her question has plagued human society for thousands of years, and countless scientists are trying to find the answer. This answer is extremely important to mankind, because after thousands of years of development, the new civilization is getting closer and closer to the glorious medieval civilization. Pessimists believe that the new civilization is very likely to unwittingly follow the old path of the collapse of the medieval civilization.

The answer has always been sealed in the depths of history, and when human society entered its glory, it faced huge hidden worries.

"I believe that one day we will find the answer, and the world will not repeat the tragedy of medieval civilization. Kong Biao said. It's just that this answer is destined to be wrapped in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. History has long proven that the slightest clue about it can lead to a frantic contest of powers. For example, in the last hundred years, some people have put forward the theory that the secret of the destruction of medieval civilization is hidden in the last wasteland, so every wasteland will be accompanied by blood and rain when it appears.

Han Qingmei was silent, and she suddenly lost interest in talking. Civilization is destroyed or something, it's too far away from her, she's just an ordinary woman, she just wants to live an ordinary life. If this chaotic world is going to perish, let it perish, all she wants is to keep the people in front of her before she perishes, and keep a peaceful life.

"Why hasn't the person you invited come yet?" she took the initiative to change the subject.

"That kid doesn't have a car, so he guess he's running on the pedestrian street by the Fu River!" Kong Biao said with a smile.

"Then I'll go see how the dishes are prepared. You haven't drunk in a few years, don't drink too much today. Han Qingmei admonished.

"Okay!" Kong Biao nodded.

Ten minutes later, the dish was delivered upstairs.

After a few more minutes, Han Qingmei walked in, followed by a young man with gauze wrapped in his palm, holding a bottle of Wuliangye in one arm.

"If no one is injured, you will let people drink with you?" Han Qingmei put the wine on the table, looked at Kong Biao and complained.

"This kid can punch through a wall, and he's as strong as a cow, so you don't have to worry about him! Kong Biao smiled, beckoned Qin Tian and beckoned, "Don't stand stupidly, come and sit!"

"The environment of this restaurant is really unusual!" Qin Tian sat down and looked around, "Boss, are you sure you invited me, right?"

"Today I have a treat, and I can order whatever I want. Han Qingmei was happy, "But you have a wound on your hand, so you have to drink less!"

"You kid is crazy and poor, 50,000 yuan a month, and you can't afford to eat a meal?" Kong Biao scolded with a smile.

"I've been really poor lately, I'm really going crazy to be poor! In the morning, I saw a silver tiger on Shuiyun Street, and I almost couldn't help but touch porcelain. Qin Tian said with a smile.

"Silver Tiger?" Kong Biao frowned. There are only three cars in Jincheng, and he knows all the owners, and it will only be one person who may appear on Shuiyun Street. This kid's eyes are poisonous enough, and he actually caught a key person so quickly, he sighed in his heart.

"Then why don't you touch it? Maybe you can make a lot of money. He looked at Qin Tian with a special meaning in his eyes.

"The driver who was driving was skilled, and a sudden brake stopped in front of me. Otherwise, it really happened. Qin Tian said.

"You talk, I'll go out first. After Han Qingmei poured the wine for the two, she put the wine bottle in front of Kong Biao, smiled at Qin Tian and left the private room.

"Boss, are you married?" Qin Tian suddenly asked after she left.

Kong Biao shook his head: "Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, just thought the hostess was nice. Qin Tian's pun made Kong Biao's invulnerable old face suddenly redden.

"Don't talk nonsense!come, drink!" He glared at Qin Tian and raised his wine glass.

"Thank you boss lady for a treat!" Qin Tian raised his glass.

"Are your hands alright?" asked Kong Biao with a slight tap of the wine glass.

Qin Tian smiled and gently untied the gauze, revealing his palm. There is not a single scar on the palm, and it is smooth and white like a baby's skin.

Kong Biao couldn't help but be moved. It's only been three days, and this kid's injuries are all healed! Thunder Leopard dared to send me a demonic beast?

"Then how do you drink this wine?" After a brief moment of surprise, he looked at Qin Tian and asked with a smile.

"Boss, you say. Qin Tian smiled bitterly.

"I'm a soldier in the '90s. Kong Biao said lightly.

"I'm a soldier in '09. The recruits respect the veterans, raise their hands and drink three cups!" Qin Tian drank three cups in a row.

"I'm the boss. ”

"Wage earners drink!" Qin Tian drank three more cups.

"I am comrades-in-arms with Thunder Leopard......"

"Leopard Head's soldiers drink!"

"I was a major when I changed jobs!"

"Captain, drink!"

"I've killed one hundred and twenty-one. ”

"I've only killed two of them!"

"Let's eat some food, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Seeing Qin Tian eat half a bottle of wine, Kong Biao took a sip of the wine in the cup with a smile.

"There's no need to rush the dishes. I'll have three of you, and four glasses, let's drink it first!" Qin Tian got up and filled him with wine, and then guarded him like a guard.

Kong Biao reluctantly drank four cups in a row.

"Boy who will repay you, no wonder Colonel Ge of Guoan will stare at you!" Putting down his wine glass, he glared at Qin Tian and scolded with a smile.

"Ge Feidong?" Qin Tian looked at him in surprise, "Where is he?"

Although he had only met a few times, Ge Feidong had a very bad impression on him. In his opinion, the colonel of Guoan was like a dog with bared teeth ready to bite at any time, and he would never let go until he was beaten with a stick.

"In Jincheng. Kong Biao said lightly, "The employer I told you last time was him." ”

It's him?

Qin Tian had a bad premonition in his heart. Guoan actually noticed Sima Yan a long time ago, and now Ge Feidong is eyeing him again, is the aftermath of the 75A incident not over?

"Yesterday, he revealed to me a piece of news that I felt I should tell you. ”

"What's the news?" Qin Tian asked anxiously.

"Sima Nan's body is missing!" Kong Biao said. As he spoke, he carefully observed Qin Tian's reaction.

Sima Nan's body is missing!

Qin Tian stood up as if he had been struck by lightning, and then turned into a cold sculpture.

(Resume two shifts a day, 3,000 words per chapter.) Ask for a recommendation ticket!The second watch is expected to be around nine o'clock. ）