"Come on, come on!"

There was a shout from the shop, and the door was soon opened, revealing the face of a smiling middle-aged woman. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're here, please come in."

The room is very small, and the layout is very simple, only two tables are set up, but the floor is very clean.

It was already past lunchtime, so there were no other guests.

Mo Fuxing followed Bai Langxing to sit on the table on the left, and Bai Langxing asked with a smile, "Xiao Luo, what do you want to eat?" ”

"It's okay, Mr. Bai just looks at it and orders."

"Hehe......" Bai Langxing stroked his beard, looked at Mo Fuluo and said seriously: "Do you remember, when you were a child, you liked to eat oily ginger glutinous rice cakes, which is the craftsmanship of the owner of this shop." ”

Mo Fuluo's hand tightened, and he said coldly, "I don't remember." ”

"It's okay, let's try it today."

Bai Langxing reported a few names of dishes, and the proprietress informed her, so she went into the back room to prepare the dishes.

"It's been open for more than 20 years." Bai Langxing said suddenly.

Mo Fuluo was stunned for a moment, as if he felt something.

"Originally, I came with him." Bai Langxing said again.

"Later, he became prime minister...... Bai Langxing seemed to remember something, and at this time, the proprietress brought a plate of vegetables and interrupted him.

Mo Fuluo tightened the fist hidden in his sleeve and bit his lip hard to control some of the overflowing feelings.

"Try this dish." Bai Langxing picked up his chopsticks and pointed to the plate.

"Don't you really know what happened eight years ago?" Mo Fuluo looked at Bai Langxing and asked again.

"I don't even know what happened after he died, let alone eight years ago?" Bai Langxing picked up the dish and handed it to his mouth and chewed it twice, and slowly muttered: "This taste is not as good as before, everything will change - just like you and Xiao Yu." ”

Mo Fuluo's tight string was torn off with a "yo", she shook her head in self-pity, released her clenched fist and picked up the chopsticks.

It's really delicious.

Even though there were all kinds of delicacies on the table, she couldn't taste them now.

Mo Fuluo knew that Bai Langxing would not say anything else, and she risked being recognized by Li Youge when she asked him to be a teacher at first, but in the end she still failed to get anything from him.

That's it, since this path can't be taken, let's change it.

"Xiao Luo, eat more, you are too thin."

Bai Langxing's words were extremely loving, just like when she was young, Ran Xutu sat opposite her and coaxed her.

Scold......

Mo Fulu couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart, can Bai Langxing be the same as Ran Xutu?

"I'm full." Mo Fuluo replied lightly, put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up, and bowed to Bai Langxing.

"Thank you Mr. Bai for your teachings today, and I will come back to you another day for advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Fuluo turned around and walked out of the small shop without looking back.

Behind him, Bai Langxing slowly put down his chopsticks, and after a long time, he sighed faintly: "It's a pity." ”

......

When Mo Fuluo came out of the shop, he seemed to have experienced something more laborious than a near-death fight.

I was stunned for a while, thought about it a lot, and didn't find the answer. I lowered my head and touched my bulging belly, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

She didn't know what the significance of Bai Langxing's appearance was to her.

Just a kind old man I knew when I was a kid? Or is it Teacher Ranju who is going to teach her the rules now?

At first, when she heard the name Bai Langxing in Rancurie, she had an inexplicable surprise. In my memory, this is a gentleman who is full of poetry and books, gentle and elegant, far away from politics, and lives freely and chicly. The officialdom is deceitful and politically plotting the imperial power is not as good as making a good pot of tea and watching a good painting.

He has always lived a life far away from power, intrigues, and all kinds of strife......

Mo Fuluo froze suddenly, and seemed to finally understand Bai Langxing's thoughts.

After so many years of suffering, those who know her can still know her. But this person who knew her was unwilling to confide in her the rights and wrongs of the past. Just because, he won't ruin his light life for someone. Therefore, she should understand him too.

Like, she is Mo Fuluo, she is destined not to live a dull life, but Bai Langxing can.

So what should she do next?

Mo Fuluo wanted to walk as he could, but unconsciously walked to the gate of the city.

When she came back to her senses, she found that the sun had sunset half of it, and half of it had disappeared into the mountain stream. The sun is shining, spilling out more and more faint shadows. A gentle light shone on her, obliquely reflecting a mottled spot on the ground.

At this time, a cold breath suddenly swayed behind him, Mo Fuluo's footsteps were sluggish, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Why does this smell feel so familiar to her?

Slightly closed his eyes and quickly passed in his mind, Mo Fuluo's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart sank: This is the person who followed Zuo Feng before!

It turns out that this person's target is not Zuo Feng, but her?

Although this breath was as fleeting as before, it was still captured by her.

Could this person be sent by Li Youge?

Or was it sent by the Sect?

Mo Fuluo's eyes moved, and he walked to an apricot grove outside the city gate without hurrying, broke a branch, and returned to the city.

The man's breath suddenly disappeared again.

The flow of people in the city was still noisy, and many stall owners in front of the stalls were shouting hard, and Mo Fuluo was strolling around casually, when suddenly, a flashing yellow figure in the crowd caught her attention.

Isn't that Yucui? How did she get out into the street? Looking closely, Yucui was still carrying a food box in her hand.

Mo Fuluo was puzzled, and just wanted to catch up and ask what was going on, but another familiar figure walked quickly past him.

"How are you?" Mo Fuluo rushed forward in a few steps and grabbed the man's arm.

The person who was pulled reacted very quickly, turned around and slashed, but was dodged by Mo Fuluo. The man couldn't help but snort coldly, and turned his face to see that it was Ize.

"Why are you here?" Ize looked at Mo Fuluo, and immediately showed a ghostly expression.

"That's what I should ask you." Mo Fuluo let go of the hand holding Yi Ze, glanced at him coldly, and asked, "Say, why are you following Yucui?" ”

"Who's stalking her!" Izawa was in a hurry, and his originally dark face turned out to be two flushes. Then he hurriedly explained: "I saw her go to the street alone, afraid that she would be in danger!" ”

"Oh?"

Mo Fuluo looked at Ize's expression at this time, and felt inexplicably interesting.

"Then what do you have a weak heart?"

When Yi Ze heard this, his face turned a little redder, and finally he shouted at Mo Fuluo: "You think everyone is like you, and you haven't even noticed that the people under your hands are abnormal!" ”

"Yucui is abnormal? Where is the anomaly? ”

Mo Fuluo collected the interest of amusing Ize, and instantly became positive.

"Isn't it abnormal that she has come out with a food box every day for the past two days?"

After listening to Yi Ze's explanation, Mo Fuluo's brows were full of melancholy, but when he looked at Yi Ze, he was still cold and indifferent, and then let out a cold voice: "Then it won't be your turn to follow her." ”

"Who stalked her? Mo Fuluo, why are you unreasonable! Izawa let out a muffled roar.

"Why should I reason with you?" Mo Fuluo floated out a sentence lightly, and an arrogant coldness appeared on his face.

"You ......" Ize's whole face was flushed, but this time he was angry with Mo Fuluo.

During the time when the two were arguing, Yucui had disappeared.

"I'm home."

Mo Fuluo dropped such a sentence and walked past Ize.

"Yucui, don't you care?" The sound of Izawa's hurried jumping feet rampaged through the alley like a cannonball.

"Of course I have to take care of Yucui's affairs." The sound of Mo Fuluo gradually disappeared into the alley.