"I don't like to be strong." I whispered.

"You didn't tell him?"

The shopkeeper turned his head to the young man who was watching the tea by the stove, and asked in a faint tone after looking at it for a moment.

"No, I don't know what to say, Doctor Wu and you know each other," the young man said to the shopkeeper, "It's not good to talk about his eldest brother's affairs." “

The young man paused and said, "Therefore, when he asked earlier, I thought that it was better to wait for you to come back and say it yourself." ”

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, as if he was pondering whether to speak or not.

I sat across from him, waiting for the next step, a little anticipation in my eyes.

At this moment, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the distance from the corridor of the inn.

It wasn't loud, but it was better heard in the middle of the night, so several people in the lobby heard it.

In addition to me, the innkeeper and the young man looked towards the wooden staircase to the northwest of the lobby.

The man who came down was dressed in a dark robe, but strangely enough, it seemed to be a little ill-fitting.

From the angle from which I was sitting, the robe looked a little bigger.

The man walked into the lobby in silence, and whispered hoarsely in the direction of the innkeeper, "Please serve me a pot of tea."

The young man immediately greeted him warmly, and took him to the big kitchen, where he took snacks and tea and brought them to the man's table.

The guests who came were seated with their backs to us.

He came down the stairs very quickly, and it was silent for a moment, and I glanced at his back. Then he withdrew his gaze.

Right now, I don't know whether or not to ask the shopkeeper about this, because there's an unrelated person here.

Thoughts together. I was depressed and had to put down the doubts in my mind for a while.

I first played with the cup in my hand, then sat down at the table and exchanged glances with the innkeeper, lowered my head and slowly drank the tea in the cup, taking small sips.

I think the man shouldn't have been delayed too long after drinking tea and eating snacks.

I want to think about it, but I also feel a little anxious.

I wasn't going to wait too long in the inn lobby. If you have inquired about the matter and you have not been seriously involved with me, the plan is to go back upstairs and rest earlier.

But. The guests coming down from the upper floors seemed to be patient, silent and resilient.

Tea and snacks were served for him, and he sat there without hurry. There is no meaning to talk to people at all.

All signs point to it. This man is a man of few words.

The young man walked up to our table again, whispered a few words to the shopkeeper, and the two of them made a gesture.

That guest was safe to stay here, and no one would rush to bother, let alone rush to rush someone, so the only way was to wait.

Wait for him to finish eating and then go back upstairs to rest.

Time passed minute by minute, and the man had no intention of leaving.

I turned my head to look at him, though the robe looked awkward. The back is also slightly rickety, but his appearance. It's like I've seen it somewhere.

I secretly said in my heart, I am a cup bow snake shadow, why when I arrived in Nanhua Town, everyone who saw it felt a little suspicious?

Could it be that Master Wang's approach to this side of the realm made me too nervous?!

I sighed, calmed down, and sat there without speaking.

For a while, the inn was extremely quiet, except for the stove where tea was boiling on the side, there was no other sound.

The innkeeper finally spoke first, breaking the deadlock of silence.

He talked to me about the customs of the northern part of Sealand, because he heard some information from the little fellow, and it was kind of indirectly helpful to me.

The topic has been revolving around the affairs of the Northland, and as for the person from the martial arts family I asked, the shopkeeper still didn't say anything.

The guests coming down from the upper floors were firmly occupying their positions in the lobby with their backs to our tables, and seemed to be intending to stay as well.

Could it be that he can't sleep and is a night owl?

Doubts flashed in my heart, and in desperation, I thought about asking about the martial arts family without medicine, but how can I say it so that I can be safe and not make people suspicious?

Or to put it simply, I don't want the audience to pay some kind of attention, it seems to be quite difficult!

There was silence for a while in the middle of the conversation, and the person sitting in the corner of the lobby suddenly turned his head to look at me.

Coincidentally, I was also looking at him, and after a brief eye contact, I could see his face clearly, and there was a slight look of surprise on his face.

But soon, I caught another layer of meaning in his eyes, which was indescribable complex emotions.

He doesn't look very old, his face is not very good, and he seems to be sick.

The man's facial features couldn't tell that something was wrong, and if he thought about it, it seemed to be related to his complexion.

He immediately regained his composure, and after only a few seconds of eye contact with me, he calmly looked away.

At first glance, I thought he knew me, but his reaction didn't look very similar.

While I was observing the man, the young man and the shopkeeper were also watching him.

The innkeeper was closer to me, and he lowered his voice and said, "The guest who came back earlier was still wearing a hat at that time." ”

A strange look flashed in his eyes, and he looked at me for a few seconds and said, "It's wearing the same hat as you." ”

I looked at him in slight surprise and didn't react for a moment.

The young man went to the fire, removed the boiled water from the fire, and went to the guest's table to refill his tea.

There was silence for nearly a quarter of an hour, and there was something eerie about the silence in the room.

On such a cold night, in a different inn, the cold atmosphere seems to come up instead of tea, but wine.

I don't know if the guest has the same idea in his heart, and thinks that the light tea is not enjoyable, so he has been silent and has no intention of leaving.

I gestured to the young man, who stood on the edge of the table and ran his fingers across the table.

When I wrote a line, I immediately understood.

Could it be that the guest regretted that he did not make it to the previous gathering? An opportunity to have a drink and chat with the merchant in the inn lobby, so come here?

His temperament does not quite match this kind of conjecture, but it is clear that there is something in his heart.

Thinking about the next words in my mind. I looked at the shopkeeper of the inn and asked, "If you don't mind what I mentioned to you earlier, I would like to ask him." “

By I'm talking about the innkeeper.

Time has passed, I plan to go back to rest after asking earlier, and Ming'er will have to go to the southeast of the town for an interview about the caravan hitchhiking.

The shopkeeper hesitated, and judging from his expression, he was really considering whether to let the young man explain to me.

Because the meaning of the words just now is that they are a little taboo. But the lad is not ignorant.

He hesitated, considering the innkeeper's feelings.

After waiting for a while, the innkeeper finally made a few gestures to the young man. The latter nodded knowingly.

I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, knowing in my heart that this was done!

At least the guy will tell me something inside. "Is there still a snack in the big kitchen?"

I asked the guy in a relaxed tone, "Less than a snack." Fatigue leads the way. I'm going to check it out, and I'm going to make a bowl of hot soup that I made last night. “

These words are not surprising to others, and everyone knows that the guests in the inn can use the kitchen.

As soon as the words fell, the young man looked at me for a while, and immediately answered, "I'll take you there." “

At this moment, the uninvited guest who had been staying in the corner like an old monk suddenly stood up and looked at me. His voice was hoarse and stiff: "Where is the big kitchen?" “

My heart moved, and in an instant I exchanged glances with the young man. Facing the strange-looking man, "You're going to get some food, so why don't you ask for it first?" “

I didn't expect the method to be solved here, I knew it would be like this, so I opened up to the guy earlier. "Guest, if you want to do it, I'll take you first," the young man glanced at before he stepped down, and then walked over to the man, "I'll lead the way." "It's not the first time he's been back," the young man said politely to me, pointing at me, "You may not be familiar with what is on the shelf over there, and the ingredients, I can help you make a fire." "No," the man's tone sounded unpleasant.

This refusal sounded too blunt, and it simply made the young man's enthusiasm seem a little too much to get off the stage. "Well," I said, "I can get more food anyway, would you like to have one?" You don't have to do it. “

I didn't think I would hear a third answer before I opened my mouth.

In my opinion, there are two kinds of answers, one is good, then the young man and I go to the big kitchen, get some food and come back, enough time to talk.

The other is refusal, he is still willing to do it himself, since he still doesn't like the little guy to help, at most guide him, and the little guy can quickly return to the lobby.

It doesn't affect our conversation at all.

However, although I thought well, things went beyond my expectations. "You go get it," the man said to me first, his voice hoarse but as stern as a superior.

Then he didn't even look at the young man, but stared at me and said, "I'll go with you." ”

Emma! What is this called? How could anyone be like this.

I was so shocked that I stared at him and didn't know what to answer.

The young man reacted quickly, and hurriedly said, "Okay, you two are going to be chefs, and I'll help make the fire." ”

"Eventful!"

It's not me who speaks again, no!

I looked at the young man, subconsciously shook my head and said, "Let this master please first, we are not in a hurry." ”

"That's it, you go!"

As I approached the kitchen, I wondered how this happened.

The young man was at the front, and I followed him, and the man was the last to follow.

The three of them walked into the big kitchen in turn, and the young man started to make a fire, and I turned my head to look at the young man and said, "I'm going to get something, go back upstairs, please wait." ”

In the next second, the eyes of the person next to him lit up.

I immediately changed my mind and said to the young man, "No, I'll just get the ready-made ingredients here." ”

I was worried that as soon as I said I was going upstairs, the next moment that person would follow.

He's a stalker? It doesn't seem right, how can there be a casual violence, revealing the whereabouts of the reason in front of me, the person being followed.

What is his origin, is he just a guest with not very high emotional intelligence, but how to explain that inexplicable familiar feeling?

It's been too brain-burning lately, so many things have to be thought about, one question has not been answered, and the next one is facing the next, how can I sort it out?

I suddenly felt irritable

Temporarily put down your worries, and propose to make hot soup with snacks to drink, can you not fill the hole you dug?

As soon as I focused on one thing, I immediately forgot about my worries.

The innkeeper had seen it a long time ago, and he wasn't too surprised.

But the strange man who appeared out of nowhere stood with his hands in his hands, leaned against the door, and watched my actions the whole time.

As I said before, his appearance actually looked a little disobedient, and even his back was a little rickety, but when he stood by the door, he inexplicably had an indescribable temperament, could it be

I swallowed the word, shook my head, and sighed to myself.

It was a little far away, and the little man was close to the fire, and as I checked the fire, he whispered, "Don't go upstairs with him alone." ”

It turned out that it wasn't just me, even he could see the strangeness of that person, so I immediately nodded and said, "Don't worry, the ingredients are taken here." ”

The person leaning against the door looked at the two figures by the fire from a distance, and a familiar feeling came to his mind again.

Isn't it too close, it's simply unreasonable!

Even if he already knew tomorrow's plan and knew the next steps he had arranged, the young man's heart still felt depressed.

That feeling of being stuck in my throat is so uncomfortable!

That's it, tolerate it for one more night, and starting tomorrow, everything is under control!

I was constantly busy by the stove, and when the hot soup came out, my eyes habitually swept over the door.

My eyes widened instantly, huh! When did that person leave.

I was overjoyed, and looked at the young man and asked, "Go and see, is that strange man gone?" ”

He followed my voice and looked at the door, more directly than me, and walked directly out of the door to look.

The young man came in and said to me, "There's no one in the whole backyard." ”

"You go to the lobby on the ground floor to take a look, is he talking to the shopkeeper, it's too cold here, maybe people can't wait."

The door of the large kitchen was facing the backyard, and it was not closed tightly, and the cold wind came in one after another, freezing people.

Especially on winter nights, it is actually reasonable to say that the person couldn't stay up cold and went to the lobby.

The young man pursed his lips and said to me, "You wait, I'll go over there and have a look." ”

I urged him and said, "Hey, go and come back quickly, if he leaves, we will talk in the lobby later, and ask the shopkeeper to drink a bowl of hot soup." ”

"The conversation that was interrupted just now can continue!" (To be continued.) )