On the third floor of the restaurant, the people sitting by the window have been staring at the small courtyard in the alley.

The colorful flags in the courtyard dance gently with the early winter wind.

If it weren't for the noisy crowds and the long distance, you might have been able to hear the movement in the courtyard while sitting at the window.

When there was a little bit of appetizer left on the plate, the weather suddenly turned cloudy.

Dark clouds from the northwest pressed against the sky above the capital.

Pedestrians walking on the street seem to feel the chill, seeing that about half of the people on the originally noisy and lively street are missing.

Even the business of the restaurant has been affected.

The running hall in the restaurant has passed through the aisle of the table three times.

I didn't think that when the business was at its best, there were more than half of the customers who had lunch at this moment, but the window was still sitting as steady as a rock.

Looking at the other party's clothing and appearance, it can be inferred that it is probably not a person from the capital of Zealand, but more like a traveler who came here from outside.

Especially the other party's face, obviously blowing more mountain wind and sunning more complexion, dark and swarthy, the skin is still rough and tight.

The coachman turned around, this time meeting the running hall that was looking at him, a trace of hesitation flashed in the driver's eyes, thinking about asking him for news, thinking for a moment, or suppressing this thought.

He beckoned, ran to the hall to observe the words and look very clever, and after catching a glimpse, he walked quickly to the table by the window and said with a smile: "Guest officer, do you want to add food or wine?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the two leftover vegetables on the table, there were very few peanuts, and only half of the cooked meat on the plate was left. Running the hall has a number in his heart.

The coachman nodded and said, "Then there are two more vegetarian dishes, as for the wine, you don't need it, you can add me a few steamed buns."

This picks!

Ran Tang scolded in his heart, but he still had to show a professional smile on his face, and said crisply: "Okay."

After a while, two steaming stir-fried vegetables and vegetables, plus three large white steamed buns, were placed on the table.

Coachman this time. Obviously ate faster.

He had been absent-mindedly waiting just now. There is no intention of being full at all.

Ran Tang was suspicious, guessing that the guest had never left the street outside the window with a pair of eyes from beginning to end. Isn't Mo waiting for someone?

This thought swirled in his heart for a moment, and he couldn't help but want to go up and talk about it with a little gossip.

Being able to chat with customers is also a skill for people who work in restaurants.

Besides, there are fewer customers on the third floor at the moment, so I'm in a hurry to have lunch. Also mostly downstairs on the rush to solve.

As soon as this thought came to him, he walked to the window again.

Across the aisle. He saw the guest suddenly poke his head out of the window, as if he was attracted by some pedestrian on the road, or waiting for someone he had been waiting for.

The footsteps of the running hall were taken back.

Of course, the coachman's eyes never left the small courtyard, and he just watched the weather change. He saw that the people in the small courtyard had put the equipment and flags under the trees and shelves into the house.

This is to prepare for a sudden change in the weather.

Seeing the crowd busy, the coachman didn't expect them to get out of this yard. So when he came over, he added vegetables.

Even if this trip is only half completed. You have to fill your stomach first.

He was eating and drinking, and the rain couldn't fall for a while, but he saw the small courtyard move again.

The coachman bit the mouth of the steamed bun and suddenly stopped chewing, and his eyes were fixed on the door of the small courtyard, without blinking.

The courtyard door facing the street slowly opened, and two people came out of it.

Guan Zhi is about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a beautiful face, very much like a junior apprentice in the troupe.

One hand straddled the basket, the other carried a muslin baggage, and the gate came out dozens of steps into the street, and the soldiers went in two different directions.

It was also because of this movement that the running hall that approached again found a topic.

He looked up and down at the guests near the window, and said with a smile: "Didn't you also come to see the new troupe?"

The coachman's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the running hall with no expression on his face, which caused the latter's body to tremble, and he felt that this master was in a very bad mood, and was thinking about whether he had found the wrong topic, when suddenly there was a piece of loose silver on the table.

A hint of joy crossed his eyes, it turned out that the lord still had two money, he quickly wiped the table with his sleeve, and took the piece of broken silver into his pocket.

Those who have been in a restaurant for a long time are all elves, and they can figure out the intentions of customers in a few words.

The running hall lowered his voice and said: "That troupe just arrived yesterday, and it is said that there is a big man in the national capital who is going to celebrate his birthday, and he asked them to sing a few times."

"I saw the head of the troupe yesterday, and the man who came to our private seat for a meal looks more delicate than the girl, and I heard that he is the pillar of the troupe."

"It's not just you, but people have also come to us to inquire." After running the hall, he added.

The coachman was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "What kind of person is it?"

"Who else can there be, it's our poor master who patrols the streets here."

"It's better to ask the shopkeeper directly." Ran to the hall to take a look. [,！ Seeing that no one came up to the wooden staircase on the third floor, and there were only two or three scattered guests left on this floor, his voice raised slightly, "Ask the shopkeeper about the movement of the troupe in the courtyard."

"I was just going down, and I heard the official asking, so I listened attentively."

"Their courtyard was rented for them by the people in the yamen, so they had to take care of it before they came."

The coachman stared at the running hall with a surprised expression and said, "Is this true?"

"It's true, never dare to be fake."

After running to the hall, he asked cautiously: "Guest officer, are you an old acquaintance with the people in the troupe, or?"

The coachman frowned, still digesting the news that shocked him just now, and thought about it. Instead of answering what ran the hall, he stood up and said, "What you just told me"

"We didn't say anything." Ran Tang squeezed his eyes at him and said, "You go slowly."

On the way back, the coachman walked very fast, went out of the restaurant to the west, turned the stone bridge down, and then turned and ran to the small courtyard where he lived.

This news must be told to the Lord as soon as possible. Don't delay!

He walked so fast. On a cold day, I ran out of a hot sweat and waited until I reached the mouth of the alley where the house was located. I happened to meet an old man who was picking his teeth.

The old man in tattered clothes, the expression on his face was very pleasant, and he was burping all the way.

"Boy. Where did you come from, so anxious and roaring? Where are you going?"

The old man stopped the coachman and asked lazily.

"You," the coachman replied honestly, pausing to look at him with a little timidity. I just got some news on the street, and I'm about to go and report it to the Lord."

"What news," the old man paused. Then he said excitedly, "Tell me about it. Did you hear from my girl on the street?"

Along the way from Huguo to Sealand, the coachman has heard the name no less than a hundred times, often as soon as it is mentioned, the two people in the car will quarrel, and now I hear it again, naturally I feel very normal.

The old man paid special attention to the little disciple of the closed door, and heard that the girl was in the capital of Sealand, and this was confirmed by the Lord.

If you want to talk about superfluous news, there is really no news at all!

The Lord probably knew, but as soon as he mentioned this, his mouth was like a stuffy gourd, and he refused to show his mouth, and if he was in a hurry, the old man would teach the Lord a lesson in the car.

The kung fu of the two people is very good, and they can't let the carriage fall apart, so they are all shallow.

"No, it's something the Lord is looking after, I'm in the restaurant"

The old man stomped his foot, waved his hand impatiently and interrupted the coachman: "It's boring, it's not interesting, I don't want to listen, you go and sue that stinky boy."

"I'm in a hurry to go to the street for another half a day's work."

After that, the old man pushed him away and walked to the mouth of the alley on a detour.

The coachman was delayed for a while, and immediately ran into the small courtyard.

The man in blue was leisurely reading under the tree, heard the sound of banging on the door, turned his head and saw the sweaty coachman, and said with a smile: "It's better to hurry up and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes."

"Didn't you come back later? Have you ever met him in the alley?"

The coachman didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly stepped forward to the man in blue to explain the details he had heard in the restaurant one by one.

He stumbled with his heart, but he didn't see the slightest change in the smile on the face of the man in blue.

When he was all done, he looked at the expression of the man in blue before he remembered and asked, "Could it be that the Lord already knows?"

"I'm very happy," the man in blue stretched out his hand and patted the coachman's shoulder, and said with a tone of approval, "It's rare to let you go out on the street, and remember to inquire about the news, it's really beneficial!" "

"I'm very happy."

The two compliments made the coachman hang his head in frustration, but after thinking about it, he still raised his head and asked the blue-clothed man: "Lord, why does the Yamen of the national capital rent a small courtyard for the people of the opera troupe?"

"What do you say?" The man in blue raised his eyebrows and glanced at the coachman, with a bright smile on his face.

"This" the coachman looked embarrassed, and was speechless for a while.

"I'm going to enter the palace in a few days, can you not prepare a place for them to live?" The man in blue stood up from the side of the chair and paced back and forth under the tree with his hands behind his back, "Besides, I have to rehearse and rehearse, so that I can be comfortable when I enter the palace."

"The big man who ran the hall said, could it be that he is a person in the palace?"

"You just know, stupid, very stupid!"

"If you come out to run the rivers and lakes, learn to be smart, otherwise you don't know how you planted it one day."

"It's a small loss to eat a little, and you put yourself in, so the gains outweigh the losses."

"Yes, the Lord has taught me."

The man in blue smiled and made a gesture, and the coachman nodded suddenly. (To be continued)