The two of them seemed to often tell stories and sing in this teahouse, and as soon as they sat down in the lobby, the tea customers instantly became energetic. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info began to coax as soon as the spirit began, and one shouted, "The big girl sings "Second Sister Liu's Husband" today, right?" The other shouted, "What's the fun of Sifu, it's better to talk about the second master of Guan first, pass five levels and kill six generals!" ”

In the midst of the noise, the scholar opened his mouth and said with a smile, don't embarrass my sister, today I will tell you a story, this story is not far or near, let's not talk about state affairs, don't distinguish between truth and falsehood, but want to be happy......

What the scholar said was really good, everyone's eyes and ears fell on him, Qian Yi saw that Xia Yejin also listened carefully, and couldn't help laughing, "I didn't expect you to like to listen to this in addition to watching Kunyan Southern Opera." ”

Xia Yejin was almost immersed in it, listening blankly without answering.

After a while, Qian Yi seemed to be attracted by the plot, sighed, and said, It turns out that Zhu Gaoxu is so powerful, if I could be born two hundred years earlier, I would definitely follow him, ride a horse with a knife, kill people like chopping melons and vegetables, and beat those invading foreign tribes. Where can you be so aggrieved as you are now?

Hearing him sigh so emotionally, Xia Yejin, who had been silent, laughed and tilted his head to look at him, "With your three-legged cat's kung fu, even if you were born two thousand years earlier, you will still be aggrieved." ”

"You don't believe it?!" Qian Yi crossed his eyebrows, and he had the strength to immediately kill the Quartet to prove his strength.

"Believe believe in it. How dare you not believe the words of Master Qian? Xia Yejin smiled helplessly, and then Qian Yi saw that her eyes darkened, and she was about to propose to go for a walk elsewhere, when she heard the other party's low voice, "Actually, I'm here to come back here because of an old friend." ”

As for who this old man is and what it has to do with her, before Qian Yi could ask, he found that Xia Yejin was attracted by the dried meat shop diagonally opposite Bamboo Street.

The whole street is sluggish, but there is still a queue in front of this shop.

"Are the two little ministers going to buy dried meat?"

The guy greeted him very warmly.

Xia Yejin was stunned and looked up, "The owner of this shop is surnamed Xiao ......."

The guy seems to often meet diners who come to admire, and he is not surprised at all when he asks this, and he said with a smile that the little minister has a good eye, we are here is the well-known Xiao family's preserved meat, the two little ministers are not from this house, our family's dried meat tastes like a must, and even the mothers and masters in the palace are very praised. After speaking, he pointed to the long queue next to him, and said that you see that these guest officials are all from all over the world.

The guy was gushing about the introduction, but Xia Yejin didn't listen much, all her energy was attracted by the glazed lacquered gold plaque hanging in the middle of the lobby.

The two words "victory" in the plaque are crooked and completely out of order, but they have been carefully framed with elegant silk.

She saw it so seriously, so seriously that it finally caught the man's attention.

"Xiao Xianggong has good eyesight, this character was given to the ancestor of the Xiao family by the King of Han back then, and it is almost as long as our shop." Seeing that Xia Yejin was listening carefully, the guy said more and more, "At the beginning, it was said that the ancestor of the Xiao family wanted to let an old man see it, so he framed it and hung it in the shop. Later, slowly, the next few masters felt that the meaning of this word was good, so they took care of it carefully, and offered it like a family heirloom, and it has been hanging until now......"

After the heavy snowfall, the sky is clear.

The warm sun of early spring reflected the snow on the edge of the fence, but it was still cold.

The word...... It was written by Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han? Qian Yi, who had been biting seriously and giving him a taste of dried meat, couldn't help but speak. The so-called words are like their people, dignified Han King, and this word is too cold.

Xia Yejin's heart chuckled, and he turned back to look at Qian Yi suddenly, but heard the guy answer with a smile, "What Xiao Xianggong asked, but the history is too long, and it is impossible to test whether it is the handwriting of the King of Han or not." It's just that the ancestors of the Xiao family left it behind, but it's true. ”

The two bought a few packets of dried meat and walked back.

The delicate dried meat is wrapped in thick oiled paper, and the familiar flavor starts from the tip of the nose and penetrates into the internal organs. The Baoding Mansion of the Golden Iron Horse and the vivid and bright faces suddenly appeared in front of me, like the slow motion of the movie, so that everything was covered with a montage of artistic conception.

"This dried meat tastes really good."

Qian Yi said suddenly.

A horse-drawn carriage drove into a street stall in a hurry, causing a quarrel.

"yes." Xia Yejin smiled.

"But you didn't eat ......," the other said again.

"Huh?"

"But you haven't eaten it, why are you so sure that this dried meat tastes good?" Qian Yi turned his head and stared at her without blinking, his big eyes trembling with iris, full of bright smiles.

Xia Yejin was furious by him, and subconsciously reached out and touched his nose, saying Seeing that you eat so fragrantly, it should taste very good.

"Xia Yejin."

Qian Yi stopped.

The quarrel not far away was getting louder and louder, but Xia Yejin could hear every word and every tone of the person in front of him very clearly.

"Actually, you're not from here, are you?" He looked at her calmly, which was inconsistent with his usual frizzy and long-winded temperament towards Xia Yejin, "I mean, you don't belong here." Right? ”

The sunlight suddenly became violent, Xia Yejin couldn't help but squint, and wanted to reach out to block it, but saw that the fine light was cut by the thin cold, and then fell into the shining eyes of the person opposite like gold leaf, stabbing her almost to tears.

Seeing that the other party lowered his head and did not answer, Qian Yi laughed again. He said, I have read your words, and the person who can write the word "victory" with that ghostly look is the only one in the world, Xia Yejin.

"I'm called distinctive."

Xia Yejin was annoyed by what she said, and reached out to give him a punch, but in mid-air, she still retracted her strength and just patted him lightly on the shoulder.

I just wanted to withdraw my hand but was caught.

The quarrel ahead became very fierce, and the carriage and the stall owner did not give in to each other. The dispute attracted pedestrians to stop and watch, and the originally spacious Yangmeizhu Street was blocked by more than half.

He clenched so tightly and so hard, as if he had staked all his net worth and his life on it, for fear that if he was not careful, the person in front of him would disappear without a trace like a bubble phantom.

But she will eventually leave, just as the seasons change, and time passes.

So Qian Yi finally let go, he just gently buckled the chain made of old silver on Xia Yejin's wrist, which complemented the red dot.

"Anyway, you have also helped me a lot, thank you for your kindness, this little thing is not worth much, and it should be kept as a souvenir." (To be continued.) )