"What, quit?"

At noon, Li Qinglian came to the noodle stall brother to eat noodles, but she heard such news as soon as she came.

"Why, why is this noodle stall doing so well, why don't you say you won't do it?" he asked him, puzzled.

In the past six months, he has become accustomed to coming here to eat noodles every two days, and he is already very familiar with this place, and he has feelings for the taste here.

Now that he suddenly said that he would not do it, then where would he go to eat noodles in the future? Wouldn't life have lost a little meaning, and he felt uncomfortable when he thought of it.

Seeing his reluctance, the boss sighed and said, "Qinglian, I understand your feelings, in fact, I am reluctant to you and the friends around me, and I am reluctant to give up this noodle stall." But there is no way, news came from my hometown that my mother is seriously ill and in danger! You say that as a child, how can I not go home? What can I do?"

"You're doing the right thing!" he spat out the words.

Looking at the tangled face of the big brother of the noodle stall, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Give me again, make the last bowl of oily noodles!"

The big brother of the noodle stall looked at it, Heyo's face trembled, and a few tears slowly flowed down, "Okay!"

As always, the noodles are made quickly. It's just that this time there is more noodles and more chopped green onions, and the dishes in the pot are fresher and the flavor is stronger.

However, he ate slowly.

"Is anyone reluctant to give up on a bowl of noodles? I'm afraid I'm a fool!" he said with a sneering look at himself.

"It doesn't matter what other people think, but I'm happy. The big brother of the noodle stall sat down, wiped his sweat with a rag, and sighed as he looked at the crowd of people coming and going and the familiar street.

"I've been in this place for six years, and at first I was trying to make money, but I didn't really make much, and then I just didn't give up here. In the past six years in Chang'an, I have seen a lot, met a lot, and made a lot of friends. Now there is someone who remembers me and misses the noodles I made, at least in my heart, these six years have not been in vain. ”

"Qinglian!" He turned his head to look at Li Qinglian, patted him on the shoulder and said, "This may be the last time you and I will see each other, I have nothing to ask for, so I hope for ...... I can eat a bowl of oily noodles you made for me. ”

"Do you want me to make it? But it's not delicious!"

"It doesn't matter if it's good or not, the important thing is that I want to eat it. Although I am a cook, in fact, people like other people's cooking, I have been in Chang'an for so long, although you are not the longest I have known, but you are my best brother. Parting, I want to leave a taste in my heart, the taste from Chang'an. ”

Looking at the sincere eyes of the noodle stall brother, Li Qinglian nodded and agreed to him.

"Okay, I'll do it!"

In the end, the big brother of the noodle stall still left, and left after eating the noodles he made. It seems that he has already prepared everything, and the last trip here is just to wait.

The parting was painful, but he left with a smile. At least what Li Qinglian saw was the silly smiling face of the big brother of the noodle stall.

Sitting in front of the noodle stall, looking at the noodle stall in front of him, he recalled what the noodle stall brother said.

"What about the noodle stall?" he asked.

"You can do it yourself, and I hope you can keep it alive. After eating your noodles, I have a lot of confidence in you. The big brother of the noodle stall gave him a thumbs up.

Can it really be done? he hesitated.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of noodles!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, looking at the guests who were sitting down, and his originally chaotic mind became clear in an instant.

"Okay, right away!"

The opening of the noodle stall lasted until the afternoon, and it was a handover ceremony without cheers, like a relay race, and suddenly it was in hand.

I didn't think much about it, I just ran forward.

After a busy day, after tidying up the stalls, he pulled the rack car and slowly walked towards the direction of Thirteenth Lane.

White silk surrounds the sky, the sound of suona blows non-stop, from the street to the end of the street, the whole street is entangled by white silk, and wreaths are placed in the corners of each house, one is bigger than the other, one is more gorgeous than the other, and each one is written 'Mourning Ye Mo Yingshi on the house of so-and-so'.

The old men wore white silk on their heads, neatly entering and exiting the Ye family's compound, and the scene was very spectacular.

"It's time to act!"

Cheng Yaoxue dressed up as a rich young master in gorgeous costumes and successfully blended into the Ye family.

As soon as he entered, he watched the movement in the courtyard. Di Renjie said that if Ye Mo really intended to bring the flowers back, then some people would definitely come to make trouble, and the target was likely to be Ye Mo's corpse.

In order to make the fish successfully hooked, he found an empty seat in the courtyard and sat down, waiting quietly.

Soon, it was dark.

There are more and more people in Ye Mansion, because I heard that the young lady of Ye Mansion has come back from study, so most of the people here are for this so-called Ince's sister.

"I heard that Ye Yingshi's sister Ye Zitian is a cultivator, she has been learning martial arts with his brother since she was a child, and she was fortunate to worship in the Sword Pavilion six years ago, and her future is limitless!"

"Sword Pavilion, is the residence of Ye Qing, the sword god known as the number one swordsman in the world?"

"So what, my Great Zhou's Sword Immortal Li Bai is known as the number one in the world. ”

"It's a pity, Li Bai died ten years ago because of the night change in Chang'an, otherwise ......"

In the chat, the ones who heard the most were Ye Zitian and Ye Qing. In everyone's opinion, if it is related to Ye Zitian, it is not only related to Ince, but also to Sword Pavilion and Sword God.

It sounds unreliable, but how many people are willing to try their luck here.

So in this white silk crowd, there are inexplicably more handsome men.

"Ah Li, Ah Li......"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, which did not match the surrounding chatter, and he recognized it instantly.

Not far ahead, a man in a green robe was bending down to look for something, looking very anxious.

"Is this also for the woman?" he thought to himself. just felt that the other party was a little different, so he stopped paying attention.

The person who bowed his head and bent down to find something was Li Qinglian, not long after he came here, Ah Li in his arms was squeezed out because the crowd was too crowded, so he was so anxious to look for it.

As for why he came here, the reason is actually very simple.

Give it for nothing!

"I wanted to eat and drink, why did this guy lose it?" he looked around anxiously.

Finally, he found the rabbit in the corner of a yard. When he found it, this guy was curled up in a corner, trembling terribly. As soon as I saw him, I rushed over excitedly, rubbing in his arms, and my pink tongue kept licking his hands.

"Tell you to run away, now you know the consequences!" he reprimanded as he stroked it.

The little rabbit understood what he meant, and obediently stayed in his arms and rubbed his hand flatteringly, making a coquettish squeak.

"By the way, how did I get back here?" but he looked up and realized that before he knew it, he had arrived in the backyard, where the coffin was placed.

"Let's hurry up!" he shuddered at the eerie atmosphere around him.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly there was a noise behind him.