It was a chilly night, the air was full of winter and night sounds, and a little girl wearing cotton wool and a silver fox around her neck was building a snowman in the snow as if she had just stopped. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

How can it snow in the current season?

She is not afraid of the cold, and since she was born, she has a stubborn disease, which is very difficult to cure, especially afraid of the cold, her father has no son, only such a daughter, so she is absolutely not allowed to run out of the house on a snowy night, but her current personality is very similar to her father's childhood, very rebellious, the more the family does not let them do anything, the more they want to do it, and they also took out a few things from the house for building a snowman.

Now, the appearance of the snowman is basically done, what is still missing is embellishment, she uses a curved red pepper to make a mouth, carrots to make a nose, two hazelnut kernels to make eyes, picked up a few leaves to make hair, a small wooden basin to make a hat, and when the snowman is "dressed", she looked at it, and took out a small piece of charcoal and dotted two black dots on the hazelnut kernel, then she appreciated her masterpiece, the more she looked at it, the more she was happy, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

At this time, a young man came, not a man's wife, because he was not a woman, but he had a more heart-beating beauty than a woman, but he was by no means a yin and yang person, let alone a sissy, he was a man, an absolute man, and sometimes even like a jackal.

At this time, he saw this morbid and beautiful girl like Xi Shi, which was very similar to his flexible and beautiful side.

"Little girl, you are so beautiful, the splendor of your smiling face beats the fragrant stamens. The boy didn't say anything, but was singing, and the tune seemed to come from the prairie.

The girl looked at him, gave him a look of disgust, ignored him, and continued to look at her snowman.

"Little girl, you are so beautiful, you are more enchanting than the fairyland of the heavenly realm. ”

This time the girl glared at him, already starting to be unhappy.

But the young man was a little uninteresting, "Little girl, you are so beautiful, I will dedicate my heart to you, even if you are a wolf's heart and dog's lungs." ”

As soon as the boy sang the last line, the girl turned around and was about to leave, and the boy followed a few steps. This angered the girl, who turned around and pushed him hard with both hands. The boy was pushed and stumbled towards the snowman, but the girl's masterpiece was not completely destroyed, he actually embedded the snowman, and it was at this time that his last word had been sung.

The girl first worried about her snowman, and screamed "Ah", and then saw that he was embedded in the snowman very funny, and then heard his last song, and covered her mouth with the back of her right hand and "giggled", but she gradually stopped laughing, and found that he did not come out of the snowman, but looked at her.

"What are you looking at?" the girl scolded.

"Beauty is meant to be appreciated, and when you looked at the snowman, he asked you what you were looking at?" said the boy, still embedded in the snowman.

The girl's anger softened slightly, "But I built the snowman, and I can look at it however I want." ”

"But you were born to your parents, I don't think they would let you run out of a girl's house in the middle of the night, right?"

The young man's question really stopped her, and she didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"Then you come out in the middle of the night to bully me, and your parents will let me. But she came up with something that could be said back.

"Little girl, the word 'bullying' is not to be used casually. The boy said a little solemnly.

"I'll just use whatever I want. "She's starting to be unreasonable.

But instead of being angry, the boy laughed vigorously.

"What are you laughing at?" "You look good when you're unreasonable." ”

The girl was about to have a seizure again, but she saw that he was always embedded in the snowman, and she didn't come out to talk to herself, so she laughed again, "You look good in the snowman too." Aren't you cold?"

"Of course it's cold, it's almost freezing me, but if you don't pull me, I won't come out. "You can't come out if you love it, and you can save it if you're cold." "Then I'll really freeze myself to death. "Then you can freeze slowly, and if you don't come out, I'll leave." ”

As she spoke, she turned again.

"Don't go. The boy immediately stopped her, "Can't I come out?" he said, but the snowman dispersed with the boy's movement.

"You pay my snowman. The girl was angry again.

The young man immediately untied the single knife on his waist, "This is for you." ”

"I'm not a martial artist, what do I want a knife for? We girls like beautiful things. ”

"Aren't weapons and fists beautiful?" he continued, "and the tricks of weapons and fists are different in beauty. The sword, the noble and gorgeous beauty, the gun, the beauty of the smart sky, the soft whip, the gorgeous and colorful beauty, the fists and feet, the beauty of movement and stillness. My favorite is the knife, the cold and bleak beauty. ”

"How I didn't see how beautiful it was. The girl's gaze swirled back and forth on the single knife.

"It's beautiful when you move. With that, he took a few steps back and turned around, drew a single knife and drew a silver rainbow in the vast night, and then the knife trick pinched and danced, and a wild aura was revealed, which made the girl dizzy and excited.

But suddenly, the boy stopped in a knife move with his right foot too hard, and his face was painful.

The girl was immediately startled, and when she looked down, she saw that the area behind the ankle on his right sock was stained a blood-red color.

"You're hurt. The girl asked with concern.

"Just now I had a fight with the 'Ground Knife' master 'Rolling Turtle', and I killed him. ”

The girl had heard her father mention the man nicknamed "Rolling Turtle", and she knew that Beken was a big villain, though she didn't know what the flower thief was for.

At this time, she immediately helped him to sit down and took off his shoes and socks, although the young man even said, "I'll come by myself."

The girl took out a piece of Luopa that was close to her body, folded it corner by corner, then folded it down, then folded it again, folded it into a long strip and bandaged his wound, "Your injury is not serious, put on your shoes and socks yourself." When we meet here tomorrow, don't call me 'little girl'. Then, she walked over and grabbed the young man's ear, "My name is Xi Yanxue, I belong to the sheep, and my nickname is 'Little Sheep'." With that, her cheeks turned crimson and she ran away as fast as she could.

Originally, the young man at this time should be happy, but he couldn't help but burst into tears, "Little sheep, don't go, don't go, come back, little sheep, little sheep......" He called the name of "little sheep" repeatedly, but instead of chasing, he crawled in the snow and cried.

"I told you it was a game. This is Jeon Hee-ji's voice, "People are so stupid to come to me and spend a lot of money to play this kind of memory game, in exchange for more pain, instead of happiness, gratification, and satisfaction." Because people who don't value emotions will never spend a lot of money to play this kind of game, including those who have more money to burn buns. ”

"But the pain was well worth it. Lang, who stopped sobbing a little, said to himself.

Quan Xizhi was silent for a while, and when Lang Ziban was completely able to control himself, he handed over a thing and said, "I brought you the puppet you bought from me just now." ”

When the enclosed set of this real "snowy night" was dismantled, it was nearly noon, and Lang was accompanied by a warm and difficult lunch, and the lunch was shared with the whole shopkeeper.

After lunch, he talked less, said goodbye to Quan Xizhi and left Xiaoquju, and Lang went to other traders on this street to find him.

Gu Yunxuan is the most famous jade shop in Lanzhou City, and Lang Ziban selected a round ancient jade in the store at this time.

"Little brother has good eyesight, this jade is not only of high quality, but also has the effect of driving away evil spirits and avoiding disasters, if it is best to give it to the girl to wear. The old Longzhong's dark-skinned shopkeeper greeted him personally.

Lang Ziban felt more satisfied after hearing this, and put his hand into the old shopkeeper's sleeve to negotiate the price, but with the old shopkeeper's old and slow movements, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, frowned slightly, and took out the price offered by the old shopkeeper from his arms and left Gu Yunxuan.

But Gu Yunxuan's guys looked at the copper coins on the table and the three taels of silver made up of silver "slag", and they all looked at the old shopkeeper with inquiring eyes.

The old shopkeeper smiled but didn't see it, picked up the bowl of freshly brewed ginseng tea, and smacked the taste one by one.

The oldest guy in the store spoke, "Shopkeeper, usually that piece of jasper sells for ten taels and makes little money, but why did you sell it for three taels today? ”

"It's a good loss. The old shopkeeper's voice at this time was much louder, "Compensation for this person, it is worth the loss." ”

"Could it be that he is some kind of dignitary?"

The old shopkeeper smiled, "Have you heard of the 'King Knife Chop' Bu Hu?"

"Isn't that the one who claims to be the first in the world? I heard that he is dead. "Yes, long dead. However, this person was quite beautiful in his life, relying on the 'king knife slash' to split people in half from the mastery, martial arts for decades, and especially women like it. He has a wife, two maids, and a famous heroine who is willing to be his mistress, and I heard that they all love him to death. Once, he challenged a rising star who made a knife in a war letter, and the two were not verbose when they met, and Bu Hu came up and used the 'king knife to chop', wanting to split the other party like this. But no one thought about it, and they inserted a single knife between Bu Hu's left arm and neck, cut off his head with the blade, and pulled back the single knife between Bu Hu's right arm and neck. ”

The older man listened and pondered.

"So, is Bu Hu slow to make moves?" asked a guy who knew a little bit of martial arts.

"No, both of them are as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder. Bu Hu's knife had already slashed at the top of the opponent's head, and if he didn't split him in half, he would have to die. But what Bu Hu didn't expect was that a man who was so good-looking practiced the horizontal kung fu of "Golden Bell Jar" and "Iron Cloth Shirt", and Bu Hu's big scimitar only cut off a few hairs of other people. But the more unexpected thing is behind, not long after his death, his wife remarried with two maids, and the famous heroine found a new love, not to mention his previous good friends outside. The strangest thing is that although Bu Hu has no heirs and children, no one is willing to avenge him. I can't help but ask, doesn't Bu Hu have friends, senior brothers, junior brothers, and relatives?"

"Then this person is the one who competed with Bu Hu just now, and the shopkeeper admired his knife skills, so he bought it cheaply?" the old man asked.

"This person's sword skills are certainly worthy of admiration, but what the old man admires him more is that since his sweetheart died of illness, he vowed not to marry, and he also practiced the 'Tongzi Gong' that is not allowed to marry for the rest of his life to remember his intentions, at that time his age in the eyes of the world should not yet know what 'love' is, and he can pay a promised price for his love at a young age, and he can be respected by the world. The old shopkeeper said meticulously, and then, "The knife cutting method is vainly exaggerated." A little love is said to be a false hair. The second cause is that self-pride hurt him. Hustle, Heaven, Zhang Bu...... Hoof, in the end, hand scattered. The knife, the meaning of the flower still occupies the flower...... "This old shopkeeper loves opera, especially Xu Sheng, and can also make up and sing, but his voice is a little special."

There is a garment shop in Lanzhou City, called "Tiancai Garment Shop", the craftsmanship of the seamstress in the shop is not generally good, at this time Lang walked in with his companion.

"The guest officer is here. The seemingly weak seamstress greeted her with a smile, "Your clothes are ready." Manifest purity. She shouted to the back of the shop, "Take out the clothes of Tianzige and show the guest officer if it fits." ”

A girl in the back agreed, and after a while, she took out her clothes.

"If there is a place that does not agree, the guest officer just says, the slave family is changed. The seamstress said as she handed over the garment.

It was a green and lotus white girl's clothes and pants, and Lang looked at it carefully and quickly.

"The owner was really good needlework, the stitches made it impossible for me to find fault. Lang said as he folded his clothes in a regular manner.

The guest officer complimented. Xianchun wrapped the clothes for the guest officer. ”

The girl named "Xianchun" didn't say a word, lowered her head and pulled the paper wrapped clothes.

"The guest officer didn't buy it for his sweetheart, did he?"

Lang was stunned, "The boss has good eyesight." How can you tell?"

"I'm not a good eyesight, and the age of the guest officer should have been married a long time ago. It's for Madame, isn't it?" guessed the seamstress.

Lang smiled bitterly with his companion, "I bought it for a friend." As he spoke, he handed over the money for the clothes.

"Xianchun, hurry on. ”

Xianchun took it, still keeping his head down.

"Yo, the guest officer's sleeve is torn. Show pure, quickly sew for others. ”

She did so.

After the sewing was finished, Lang Ziban's face showed an expression that although it was densely sewn, the dress was obviously not cut and sewn by the person who sewed the sleeves, and then thanked and left.

"Of course you didn't buy it for your sweetheart. The seamstress looked at the door and muttered, "Are you going to burn it to her?" ”

Qiang Miaowa looked at Xianchun at this time, and said with a smile: "Hey, Xianchun, his nickname is 'Lonely Jackal', and your nickname is 'Mad Dog'." Wolves are the ancestors of dogs. You said that if you talk about it in detail, are you relatives?"

Lai Xianchun just wanted to get angry, but he suddenly pressed it down, "Sister Miao, don't make fun of me." She still didn't look up.

The smile on Qiang Miaowa's face retracted, "I remember that at the beginning, you were drunk in a tavern. As soon as I entered, you teased me and said don't be a woman. Now are you so scared that I taught you a lesson, and I don't even dare to talk back. But if I want to say that you are indifferent, no wonder you don't even go to worship when your mother Shasha died. Is it because she found you a stepfather? It is certainly respectable to be as dedicated as Lang Zibai, but it is shameful for a woman to remarry for the happiness of most of her life?"

"Sister Miao, don't say it. Lai Xianchun's face was like a knife, and he stopped it.

This made Qiang Miaowa pity her, "When I have the opportunity, I should take you to meet ...... 'lover' and let him enlighten you." Alright, let's get to work. ”

When Lang arrived here with his companions, he was a little surprised to see the owner of the woodware store, "When did you open a woodware shop?"

"Even if a person like me doesn't open a coffin shop and touches his head, it's better to be closer to the carpenter and the wood, which is convenient. After speaking, the owner of the sick seedlings coughed a few times, and seemed to be very sick, as if he was about to die, "You can pick whatever you want, and let the guys get it for you if you pick it, the price is easy to say." "Although the owner is sick, it has not even reached the point where he has forgotten the politeness of the merchant.

Lang Ziban didn't waste much time in the carpentry shop, picked a tall and small wooden flower pot, paid the bill with the guy, and left in a hurry.

The sick proprietor stared at the back of Lang Zi's companion with a kind of dying man's eyes that saw through the world and coughed twice, but if it was a dying man's cough, it would never be so powerful.

The restaurant where Xiao Ranjing and his sister had a good meeting earlier also belonged to the property of Jiang Daboss, and the trade name was "Mintian Big Restaurant".

"Mintian" is taken from the meaning of "the people take food as the sky", and a local official who has just taken office once "thinks" Only Jun Ke is the sky, insisting that Boss Jiang is suspected of being a light gentleman, but in fact he wants to make money, and Boss Jiang did not show his illustrious family background and relationship in the DPRK and China, and second, he did not show his profound martial arts intimidation, but just let his guys all stop working, at first the official felt nothing, and then found that the tax money could not be collected, and only after checking did he know that all the big local business had dealings with Boss Jiang, and as soon as Boss Jiang's business was closed, none of them could make money, to ensure that there will be no more crooked thoughts in the future.

The northeast direction of Mintian Restaurant is Xiaoquju, and the northwest direction is a wonton restaurant, the name "Hezhong", although it is not far away, but it has not disturbed its business because of the big restaurant, it can be seen that the boss's wontons are genuine, and the signboard can stand here without falling.

No, Lang did not enter the Mintian Restaurant since his companion, as soon as he walked in, the first thing he saw was the shopkeeper's big belly that wanted to ask "a few months", but the shopkeeper was a man, his surname was "Zhuang", called "Zhuang Yunfu", and now he came forward to greet the guests warmly.

"Three bowls?" Zhuang Yunfu asked, taking the insulated pot with a holster in Lang Zi's hand.

Lang Ziban nodded, and while looking at the shopkeeper Zhuang who didn't use the guy to serve the wontons himself, he said to himself: "I remember that Xiaocui and I came to you to buy wontons for the first time, and you only have one wonton pick." Cui said she would take it back to her dad to try, but we only had money for a bowl of wontons. I said I'm not hungry, let her eat a little, and bring it back to her father. She said she wasn't hungry either, just had some soup. You heard what we said, and you didn't have time to wash the bowl and borrow it from another store, but you went to buy a big bowl that could hold three bowls of wontons, and filled a big bowl for us, but only charged for one bowl of wontons. Lang paused for a moment, "Moreover, he pretended not to lose money." I know you don't want us to see that you're giving us alms. Right?"

The shopkeeper of Zhuang held the wontons, as if he hadn't heard anything at all, and when the lid was full, he handed it forward, "The guest officer has taken it, and the business of the small shop will be expected to be taken care of in the future." ”

Lang went out of the United Wonton House with him, and once again saw the melancholy son, and he exchanged salutes silently and sincerely......

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