The short man had a scar on his face, slanting from his right forehead to his left jaw, like a large centipede lying there with its teeth and claws. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But his eyes were brighter than the bright moonlight, and colder than the green mangs that had been quenched by the ancient sword.

He was wearing a moon-white embroidered moire robe, the material was Shu brocade, which should be worn for the first time, and there were a few neatly folded folds on it.

It was a pity that he was not tall, and sat on a short stool, and the hem of his robe was swaying on the ground, and there was a spilled noodle soup on the ground, which was wet and stained.

He wasn't a, so he didn't pick up the hem of his robe, but he looked down twice, frowned, and his lips trembled slightly.

Looking at the noodles sent by the hunchbacked old man, his low and hoarse voice carried a hint of unhappiness: "I don't eat spicy!" ”

"Old man, bring it here, I'll eat spicy!" At the other table, there was an honest-looking young man who seemed to be extremely hungry and had picked up his chopsticks.

"Okay!" The hunchbacked old man was very satisfied that it could be solved in this way, and stretched out his hand full of cracks to serve the bowl of noodles.

But someone was faster, and the short man's five fingers were spread out and the edge of the bowl was fastened, and a hot breath came out of his fingers.

He looked even more unhappy and snorted coldly: "This is my face." ”

"You're unreasonable!" The honest young man said good-naturedly: "You don't eat spicy, don't you let others eat it?" ”

"It doesn't matter if I eat it or not, this is my noodles, and I won't give it to you if I feed the dog." The short man hummed and laughed, and the big centipede trembled and squirmed as if it had come to life.

Honest young people are really honest, and honest people have a strong temper.

"I'm going to eat your bowl of noodles today." He gritted his teeth, and the two chopsticks in his hand were thrown out one after the other, and the dark wind was fierce, and they were straight towards the short man's bright eyes.

Ruthless, stable and accurate.

The waiter was dumbfounded, holding his breath, only to feel that it was no longer chopsticks, like two sharp daggers, and there was no turning back.

Between the lightning and flint, a white shadow flipped over the low table, and in an instant it swept in front of the honest young man.

Only then did the diner see that the white shadow was the brocade robe of a short man, and the chopsticks inserted into his eyes were actually clipped to his own hand, and he was going to clip the tongue of the honest young man.

The honest young man suddenly changed his mouth in surprise and opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg.

A fresh tongue was pulled out, chopsticks were picked, and thrown into the Luojin Hutong of Hessesen.

The honest young man's mouth was full of blood, and he squeaked and whimpered.

The short man Shi Shiran sat back on his short stool, and suddenly said, "Why don't you go to the Liu family's medicinal herb shop to find Hall Master Liu?" You are blessed to have no tongue, he hates people who talk a lot. ”

The honest young man was originally honest, but at this time he suddenly became more honest.

The hideous and distorted face, spitting blood from his mouth, and not forgetting to bow his hand to the short man, only to melt into the thick night fog in an instant like an arrow off the string.

.......

The full moon is covered by clouds, the willows are shadowed, and the birds are frightened.

The atmosphere became more and more terrifying, and someone stood up sneakily and disappeared into the alley.

The short man now has two bowls of noodles in front of him, one spicy and one not spicy.

He still sat with his hands down, still not satisfied.

"How can you just eat noodles without vegetables? A plate of beef, chopped offal, spicy radish, and dried tofu. He smacked his lips and glanced at the hunchbacked old man as he picked up the bowl of noodles and placed it at a woman's table.

The people ran out.

The woman was the only one left, unkempt and sorrowful, and without a look.

I wanted to run too, but my legs kept shaking.

A mother's love filled her with courage, she needed to eat a bowl of noodles to have the strength to feed the baby in her arms, the baby stuck out her tongue, quietly waiting to eat her mother's milk.

She lowered her head and ate the noodles silently, a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of soup, as if there was no delicacy in the world.

"This guest officer doesn't know, my shop is a small business, only selling glossy noodles, not braised vegetables." The hunchbacked old man's face was full of wrinkles, and he said with a smile: "If you want to eat, you can pass through the Luojin Hukou, and the place where you can shoot is the drunken fairy building, braised vegetables and soju, everything." ”

"Are you laughing at me for not being able to afford to eat the Drunken Immortal Building? What I have is silver! The short man slapped the edge of the table, and the bowl staggered twice, and the russet noodle soup spilled and splashed on the sleeves of his moon-white shirt.

"Also, you said that she only sells glossy noodles, so what is in her noodles?" He pointed to the woman's bowl and angrily accused.

His eyes were bright, and he looked at everything carefully.

Sure enough, there was a poached egg lying in the woman's bowl, white and tender, and it had bitten off its small bite, revealing a little yellow.

The hunchbacked old man smiled and said, "You can't compare with her." ”

He paused, and looked at the woman with a loving expression: "She is my daughter-in-law." ”

The short man was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "I have known you for nearly twenty years, when have I ever seen you have a daughter-in-law?" Your words have already been shattered! Even if she is your daughter-in-law, then she must be stealing people outside and bringing you a green hat. ”

He continued: "She lied to you and made you a joke. I'll take this breath out for you! As soon as the words fell, a chopstick poked at the woman's eyebrows.

Like an honest young man, he used chopsticks to kill people without permission, but it was rare to be like an honest young man, and he didn't succeed.

The chopsticks were lightly grasped by the woman, and she didn't even lift her head, drinking the thick and fresh soup.

The baby grabbed the end of the chopsticks, shook them interestingly, babbling and humming.

The short man's face changed, and the hunchbacked old man also looked solemn, and he watched the woman eat noodles with a good look.

Suddenly, the woman put down her chopsticks, burped contentedly, wiped her lips with her sleeve, stood up and hugged the baby in her arms in her arms, and turned around and walked away while coaxing her.

"Huh! You haven't paid the money yet! The hunchbacked old man suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly in a hurry.

"I'm your daughter-in-law, and you asked me for money? Looking for death, isn't it? The woman's crisp and delicate face was as clear as a pearl falling on a silver platter.

Looking back at him, eating and smiling, there was an indescribable softness on his plain face.

There was silence for a long time.

"She's really your daughter-in-law? If you say yes, I will believe it! The short man stared at the distant back and sighed.

"Who knows!" The hunchbacked old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, he had suffered a heavy loss tonight, and he didn't expect the short man to give half a penny money, and the woman slipped away cunningly.

There are also three bowls of battered noodles on the table.

Whoever can come and eat his three bowls of noodles will grant that person's wish!

.......

"Lao'er, we want to eat noodles, three bowls of noodles!" A very young voice, full of vigor and vitality, will instantly tear open a hole in the dull night fog, making your heart bloom like a spring flower.

The hunchbacked old man looked at the three young people in surprise.

Two guards, one master.

The master was particularly eye-catching, wearing a stone blue panxi carved silk robe, with a burly and tall physique, and a strong chest that agitated and agitated, showing his strong and heroic spirit.

When he came, the short man was leaving.

The two passed by, and he only glanced at the short man, and so did the short man.

There are only three crooked tables and chairs, one with two bowls of noodles and soup flowing in all directions. A stain of blood was dripping with thick blood, and it was still fresh.

He sat down at the table where the woman had eaten, looked at him, and said in a rough and cold voice: "I want to see my lady!" ”