- Wu Shu's gaze gently brushed over the shopkeeper's face, and he showed a very kind attitude towards ordinary people: "Don't blame the shopkeeper, we came too early and bothered, we have to ......"

When Wu Shu was about to order, Mo Ye, who was sitting on the side, suddenly spoke, pointed to the much smaller clay stove next to the big stove where the noodle soup was cooked, and said: "I want to eat broken rice dumplings and kill Zhu Menshu, and read the full text of the shocking female khan." ”

Rice dumplings are small doughs made of cooked rice, minced meat and crushed radish as the accompaniment, covered with a layer of flour on the outside, skewered with bamboo skewers, fried and eaten crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, the taste is similar to meatballs, but the cost is much cheaper than pure meatballs.

Normally, the main ingredient of this type of dumpling is leftover rice overnight. If you cook leftover rice, the taste will be much worse, but making this kind of dumpling is another way to eat and flavor. in Kyoto. This snack is served with a bowl of white porridge and is the subject of many people's breakfast tables. Of course, the same recipe will have different ways to eat, and the big families eat what they eat are freshly made in the guy's room, which is very troublesome, and ordinary people can't afford to spend this man-hours, so most of them can only eat this kind of 'leftover rice ball' on the breakfast bed.

Although many people know that this kind of dumpling is made from leftover rice, it is cheap because it tastes good. You don't have to wait long to eat it, you can take it and eat it while you go, no matter how prosperous Kyoto will be in the future. This snack will probably never be abandoned by the market.

Now Mo Ye wants to eat this kind of dumpling snack, but he doesn't have to wait long to see it, since he sits in someone's restaurant, he doesn't order some snacks first. It doesn't seem appropriate to just sit there. However, Mo Ye's words had just come out. was rejected by Wu Shu.

Not for anything else, just because Wu Shu knows the origin of Mo Ye's life experience. Although Mo Ye is still living like a street child for various reasons, Secretary Wu has the long-term friendship between himself and Ye Zhengming, and he will try his best to protect her no matter what. This protection has gone some way beyond the appointment given to him by the group, and has become a personal emotion. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ventured to take Mo Ye to steal the book tonight.

You must know that something like this that oversteps his superiors would never have been thought of before, just because of a suggestion from Ye Zhengming. Now he does it.

Wu Shu refused the rice dumplings and asked for two bowls of herbal tea.

Herbal tea is a common pre-meal aperitif for Kyoto residents in the summer, but it is usually consumed before lunch. It has the effect of cooling off the heat and clearing the stomach. No one wants to drink this tea early in the morning. It's almost summer. So I have already stocked up on this kind of tea as soon as possible. Although the restaurant was strange about the dining habits of the two first customers who came to the restaurant, for someone like him who has been in the small business for many years. As long as there is money to be made, he is willing to do a small sesame business.

What's more, the store saw the customer sitting at the table sweating profusely. It is true that thirst needs to drink water. After all, in fact, his needs are normal!

Brew the tea and serve it to the table. The shopkeeper said hello twice, and then went back to the kitchen to continue kneading the dough. Every morning, in addition to boiling the noodle soup with a flavored taste. The kneading of the dough is even more indispensable.

Maybe when the business is too busy, the owner's relatives will come to help, but at this time, the sky is not yet bright, there are no diners on the stall who need to be greeted, and the owner is the only one in the whole breakfast stall who is the first to get up and be busy.

When the shopkeeper entered the house, the breakfast stall outside the façade returned to the same chill as on the street. The large soup pot on the side was boiled by the firewood in the stove, and the soup noodles began to bubble up, and then exploded one by one, making a slight noise, but the fragrance gradually dispersed.

On this same street, there is another breakfast shop not far away, doing the same business. After stirring the aggregates in his soup can with a long-handled spoon, the shopkeeper casually glanced this way, and this scene fell into the eyes of Wu Shu without any mistakes. However, although he was accustomed to being vigilant, his face was calm at the glance cast by the shopkeeper, and he did not show any other expression.

It is Wu Shu's habit to be vigilant about everything around him, but this does not mean that he is hostile to all the people around him. Although the people in this urban area are not familiar with Wu Shu, since he is a native of Kyoto, this is his hometown, and the people in his hometown can not be familiar with him, but he has feelings for every inch of his homeland.

Mo Ye smelled the mellow aroma of bone broth between his nose, his appetite had been opened by the herbal tea, and his stomach had gradually begun to flood with sour water, afraid that if it was a mouth, the saliva would also fall.

Turning her head to the side, and quietly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Mo Ye turned her head and looked at Wu Shu, who was looking at Wu Shu who was not far away in a daze, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what did you do just now?" I'm a little scared when you come back sweaty......"

"You don't have to be afraid." Wu Shu suddenly turned his face back and interrupted Mo Ye's words, "The person who is afraid should be me." ”

Mo Ye, who was puzzled, was stunned and said, "What can make you feel scared, won't I be afraid?" ”

Wu Shu wanted to speak and stopped, suddenly sighed, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Actually, I came back just to see if you were still waiting there stupidly, and I couldn't take you back with me." ”

Mo Ye's heart sank slightly, and he asked very bluntly: "Why?" ”

"It's very simple, I was found by the owner when I was a thief." Wu Shu's skills were very clumsy and made a joke, this was the first time he had joked in front of Mo Ye, but it made her feel a little wrong.

"Didn't you run out?" Although he had realized that things were not simple, Mo Ye still asked confidently.

Wu Shu seemed to want to answer Mo Ye's question seriously, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally ended the conversation with a "hehe" laugh, and he stood up and left the long table.

"Uncle ......"

Mo Ye also stood up, and subconsciously followed Wu Shu's gaze, and she saw the figure of a young man in cloth gradually appearing clearly under the reflection of the stall lights in the night.

This dress, Mo Ye seems to feel a little familiar, but the face of the young man in this dress is to her. It's still very unfamiliar.

"Old Five." The young man in cloth who walked slowly with steady steps said calmly, "You should go. ”

Seeing the young man in cloth coming, Wu Shu's eyes became stricter, but he didn't say anything, just arched his hand at the person, and then walked away from the table and walked in the direction where the man came to conquer the game: The wild little wife is difficult to tame Read more.

His back quickly left the range that the lights of the breakfast stall could illuminate, and disappeared into the boundless darkness on the eve of the end of the night, and the young man in cloth who had seen him leave lowered his hand and turned his face to look at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye faintly felt that Wu Shu was going to leave at this time. No one seems to be able to stop it. It's even more delusional to want to do it yourself. So she could only keep her eyes on his figure, hoping to look at him a few more times.

For some reason, although the young man who came behind had a cold look on his face, he did not contain the slightest hostility. But Mo Ye saw Wu Shu go away. There was always a feeling of insecurity in my heart. I don't think I'll ever see him again.

It seems that tonight's theft of books has finally leaked his tracks, and Wu Shu will definitely be punished for it, and this punishment may not hurt his life. But in the future, he will never have the opportunity to meet with him, all because of the reason why he broke the rules tonight, and the blame is really herself.

Mo Ye's speculation was quickly confirmed.

When Wu Shu left, he didn't look back at her and say goodbye to her as Mo Ye expected. He walked straight into the darkness, his gray back blending into the deep night.

At the end of the gathering, Mo Ye let out a sigh of silence, and when he was about to turn his eyes to look at the strange young man, he suddenly found that the other party had already walked within three steps of his side. The lightness of his steps made her feel a little frightened.

Mo Ye subconsciously took a step back, didn't check for a while, and his back was against the edge of the long table, causing a muffled sound on the long table.

The shopkeeper who was still standing next to the board in the store kneading dough had already noticed that there was an extra customer under the cloth shed outside the store, and he didn't immediately come over and greet him with a smile like Mo Ye and Wu Shu did when they were seated just now, because he knew that he was probably a practitioner. And the intention is unknown, and he is a small business and does not want to cause trouble.

At this time, he saw that the young man who came later seemed to be persecuting the child at the table, and he was a little unbearable, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes again. However, after struggling with his eyes for a while, he finally chose to close his mouth, withdraw his gaze, and continue to knead his dough with his eyes down. Despite this, the movement of his hands kneading the dough had begun to be slightly messy, and the slap marks on the dough became deeper and lighter.

The store has a seven-year-old child. Later, he'd get up and help the shop with some of the work at the breakfast stall. Because there is a child at home who is close to the age of the lonely little customer at the long table, the store will naturally be more concerned about her safety at this time. However. It is precisely because he also has a wife and children to support, and in the face of many things, he must choose patience and indifference.

In the face of the responsibility and pressure of survival, the shopkeeper can only pray in his heart, even at this hour. The curfew is about to be lifted, but if you can run into the city patrol team, at least don't let this kid suffer too much!

The slight rise and fall on the shopkeeper's face did not escape the young man's attention, but he did not explain anything. When a person's identity reaches a certain level, there is a sense of self-confidence that they do not need to explain some minutiae to others.

The strange young man only sighed when he approached Mo Ye's side: "I'm afraid that the fifth child will be grounded this time." He looked at Mo Ye with his hands behind his back, acting like an elder. But he is not pedantic, which may have something to do with his tall and thin body and natural posture.

Seeing that Mo Ye, who looked a little panicked, hit the edge of the table with his back. She couldn't help frowning, his face softened, and his tone was gentle, but it was a little like he was talking to himself, and said: "According to common sense, you are not even afraid of the fifth child, how can you be afraid of me?" ”

Only then did Mo Ye realize that he had read the full text of the memo in the bustling city when he faced this young man who was likely to be 'walking' with Wu Shu. The reaction was a little intense, after a dry cough. She said with some difficulty: "I...... I recognize ......"

As soon as she said this, she didn't even believe herself.

"Actually, we've met before, but although I still remember you, you quickly forgot about me." The young man moved his hand behind his back to his side, but pressed two copper coins on the long table, and deliberately knocked out a sound to prompt the shopkeeper to settle the bill.

Lowering his hand to his side, the young man said again: "The fifth child is not worried that you will go back alone, so I will give you a ride, let's go." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man no longer cared about how Mo Ye felt, he had already walked outside the early shop.

Alone, doing their own thing, a group of people really have a similar style of behavior. Mo Ye watched the young man's unquestionable behavior, and she muttered to herself, but she was no longer as afraid of him as she was just now.

The young man said "go", and he really used "go" along the way. Mo Ye followed him unhurriedly, at first she felt a little uncomfortable, after walking for a while, she gradually got used to this strange face walking in front of her to lead the way, and at the same time she gradually realized a problem, if this person also carried him to the wall like Wu Shu, she really had to feel embarrassed!

Only two people walked out of one street, and at the intersection of the other street, they were blocked by a team of city patrol soldiers. To be precise, it was the young man who was stopped by the commander of the patrol group. Before the two of them could get closer, the young man had turned back to signal Mo Ye to stand still, and the captain of the city patrol in light armor didn't let his team follow too closely.

At this time, the sky was slightly dark, and Mo Ye could clearly see the equipment of the team members. Thirty percent of the team members wore light armor and armed with tasselless spears, while seventy percent of the team members wore tightly tailored uniforms with wide knives diagonally across their waists. Except for the fact that she couldn't remember their faces clearly, this group of people was basically the same as the group of city patrol soldiers she had met when she first came to Kyoto.

Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she turned her eyes to look at the captain and the young man in cloth who were approaching each other, and secretly wondered: both of them should belong to the official office, and they should be fine if they meet.

Although Mo Ye's guess is biased, it is probably correct.

In terms of official rank, the young man in cloth is like Wu Shu, and he does not have the official title specified in the text. However, the commander of the city patrol team is in an important position among the military generals of Kyoto Prefecture, and it is now a time period of transition between night patrol and day patrol, so he will lead the team.

Still, the commander could not despise the young man in cloth who did not have any rank. Or that there is now a group of people in the capital who hold glorious positions, such people often walk between different countries, rarely stay in one place for a long time, generally do not deal with the government, but occasionally can secretly meet the emperor, in the capital, but all the bureaucrats who have a certain status in the capital, know that this kind of people do not move, of course, their own self-discipline is also very good-

(To be continued......)