In the middle of winter, the snow is covered with goose feathers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this moment, this place is a world of snow, and you can only see a piece of white when you look around, and when you look around, there are only few people, only the faint lights ahead, swaying and struggling to light up.

If there are lights, it proves that there are still people.

There is an inn at the light, and there is only this inn within a radius of a hundred miles. The nearest town would have to walk at least a few dozen miles.

To be able to get here, both the walking people and the horses carrying people are already very tired and tired, the snow is thick, the feet are deep, and the road is extremely difficult.

The inn is not big, but it is not small in this desolate territory, and it is fortunate to have a place to rest, and you can also eat a full meal and replenish your strength.

The inn is nameless, because it is called the nameless inn, even if it has a resounding name, it is estimated that few people remember it, let alone spread the reputation from here. The wine is fragrant, but I am afraid that the alley is deep.

In comparison, Nameless is indeed very appropriate.

It's quiet outside, but it's very lively inside.

The inn is made of pieces of bluestone, which is strict and heavy, and is resistant to rain and wind. For the north, a sudden blizzard is the most terrible disaster, which can overwhelm houses and crush people.

At the same time, cold protection is also very important, the inn put animal fur on the bluestone wall, there are many kinds of fur, tiger, leopard, mink............ All kinds of colors, all kinds of shapes, intersect with each other, and connect with each other, but they do not lose a different mood. There is a big stove in the house, placed in the center, and a table is placed around the stove, not far away, the distance is just right, it can not only bake the fire, warm the body, but also not feel too hot, plus the effect of animal fur, the heating in the house can not go out, and the cold outside the house can not come in.

So I saw such a scene, wearing layers of cotton jackets outside, wrapped in zongzi, and feeling cold from the wind, taking off one after another on the inside, about to expose my breasts, still shouting that it was really hot.

The two extremes, the two situations, look incongruous, but they are so harmonious.

In the inn, a hook and loop are embedded in the wall, and a bonfire is hung on the ring, and the room is bright, like day, and the light is reflected on everyone's face, reflecting the red on everyone's face, drunk and excited.

The old wooden door made an old, tired sound, and a cold air suddenly blew, swaying the bonfire and flickering.

Someone came in.

Just in time, the people in the house stopped the noise and looked at the door.

A young man carrying something wrapped in a blue cloth and a young monk with a bald head. It is the Huiyuan and Evergreen that go down the mountain.

Someone teased: "Look, a milky boy and a bald monk." "The person who spoke was strong, with his chest exposed, and a tiger head tattoo on his chest, which looked very piercing in his eyes, and even looked hideous with this person, and he did look very hideous with the word hideous, with ring eyes, leopard head, and the lines when he laughed could not hide the evil spirit.

Changqing couldn't help but look at it twice.

The man slammed his eyebrows and slammed the table, and the necks of the people around him shrunk, obviously afraid of him.

"Boy, what are you looking at?"

Changqing just entered the door and carefully shook the snow chips on his shoulders that had not yet melted, Huiyuan put his hands together and was about to speak, but Changqing stretched out his hand to stop him. You don't have to think much to know what Huiyuan is going to say, it's nothing more than a great reason to advise that person to speak well. What the discerning eye wants is right, but it is right to the wrong person, some people can say this, some people can't say this, some people deserve to say this, some people are not worth saying this.

Huiyuan doesn't understand, Changqing understands.

Changqing didn't speak, and took Huiyuan to find a seat in the corner where no one was around, obviously indicating that he didn't want to cause trouble.

The table is very simple, a pot of tea, four teacups, just corresponding to the east, west, north and south four seats, one cup per person. Changqing held the teapot, the tea in the pot was hot, hot just right, it shows how careful the owner of the inn is, even these little things are taken care of. Changqing poured a cup of tea for Huiyuan, and poured a cup of it himself, the entrance of the tea, not as indifferent as the free tea in the tavern, but the tea fragrance is strong, even people who don't understand the tea can see that this tea is not ordinary.

At this point, Changqing was suddenly very curious about the owner of this inn, it was not easy to open such a small and small exquisite inn in the barren mountains and mountains, and it was even more rare for this inn to exist steadily until now.

The more remote the place, the more dangerous it is, there are many fierce beasts and birds of prey, and there are more dangerous than fierce beasts and birds of prey, that is, people.

The innkeeper is careful and powerful, and he is often not a good type.

The strong man with the tattoo is to deliberately find fault, this snowy weather, it is really boring, half looking for some fun, half wanting to stand up. He likes others to be afraid of his own eyes, and likes to see others show adoring eyes, which greatly satisfies his vanity. Even if he is in a hurry, he is an old man who thinks he has been dominant for so many years, and he is handy and handy in dealing with these two hairy boys.

But obviously he didn't expect the two of them to be so calm, so calm that he couldn't find a reason to pick up the stubble, if he was aggressive, a bit of bullying and bullying, he felt self-aware.

But in terms of his previous performance, isn't it bullying and bullying?

He said silently: It's boring, and he teased helplessly: "It's really two straw bales." ”

Huiyuan wanted to argue before, but when he heard that man's words, he couldn't help but talk to him about the great truth of being a human being.

The strong man's eyes lit up, and there was a play. I was afraid that you would ignore it, so I immediately sneered viciously: "What?

"You" Huiyuan got up, was pressed hard by Changqing, and shook his head to signal not to speak.

In this situation, when the two of them were afraid of themselves, the strong man couldn't help laughing, and his laughter became more and more confident: "If you don't have the ability, don't go to the rivers and lakes, be careful to beat your farts and pee, and go home to find your mother." The laughter faded away, and he measured his fist: "See, the fist of the sandbag, one punch down, crooked melons and cracked dates, your mother doesn't know you.

The vicious words were added, no one stood up to say justice, but there were more unbridled laughter, and those guests who were scared before seemed to have forgotten their uneasy appearance, and they all found the confidence they had lost in the two of them.

The wicked bully the weak, and the weak laugh at the weaker, and this world is not a big class chain, just like the tiger wants to eat the sheep, and the sheep want to eat the grass, but people disdain to be in the company of animals.

Man thinks he is above all things, he thinks he is more civilized,

But they don't know that the erosion of civilization is much more terrible than the barbarism of the beasts.

The corners of Changqing's mouth twitched slightly, and the meaning of everyone's expressions was magnified in front of him, and his smile was even stronger.

He said: "A dog bites a man, but a man can't bite a dog, otherwise what's the difference between a dog and a dog?"

Huiyuan realized, folded, closed his eyes, "Good, good, I am in love."

How could the strong man not hear who Changqing was referring to, he was not deaf and not stupid, and scolded: "I have the ability to stand up, grandpa, my northern blue wolf is not barking in vain."

Immediately, someone whispered to each other, and what caught his ears was a tone: "It turns out that he is the wicked Northern Blue Wolf."

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