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"Uncle?"

Mo Ye tilted his head and called softly. She didn't understand what Wu Shu had found when he stared at a dusty brush that made him so interested.

Wu Shu didn't look back at her, nor did he not hear her call, he responded quickly, and only said calmly: "After copying, read it again for yourself, don't make a mistake or omission." ”

At this moment, Mo Ye suddenly had an illusion in his heart, and at this moment, Wu Shusha had changed from a midnight thief to a strict master in the academy.

Mo Ye wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh after glancing at the fire fold left in Wu Shu's hand, and with a smile, she squatted down again and began to review the "Qianzhao Sutra" that she had just copied.

……

The process of checking was faster than the process of copying, and before the fire in Wu Shu's hand was completely burned out, Mo Ye really completed all the copying work - to be precise, her behavior was tantamount to stealing books, and stealing was not an ordinary book.

Wu Shu took Mo Ye out of the hut, but instead of putting her on the roof as he had done, he took her to the ground. According to Wu Shu's advice when he left, what he meant was that if he didn't come back after returning the book this time, she could go back to Ye's house on her own.

As soon as Wu Shu said this, Mo Ye's heart became more and more worried.

She originally thought that after copying the book, it would be over, but she didn't expect that it seemed that troublesome things were still to come.

All but two of Kyoto's commercial districts allow shops to stay open late, and all other districts of Kyoto have curfews. If you don't have a certificate of residence in Kyoto, or you don't have the relevant receipts for the all-night merchants that are allowed by the yamen, you can walk down the street in the middle of the night, and you will be in trouble if you run into a patrol party.

Mo Ye didn't want to go back alone, it was best to have Wu Shu lead her away, so that she could go back quickly not to mention, with Wu Shu's some professional experience. He is also very adept at avoiding all the patrolmen he might encounter.

In addition to being jealous of this reason, Mo Ye was also worried about Wu Shu's safety.

Where does such a practice come from? Since he can have such an exercise that Wu Shu will be cautious about, the owner of the "Qianzhao Sutra" is likely to be a martial arts master, if the two sides meet, will Wu Shu be in danger?

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The process of returning the book by Wu Shu took twice as long as the process of stealing the book, and Mo Ye, who insisted on standing under the eaves against the root of the wall and waiting for him to come back, stood sore, but fortunately, he finally waited for him to come back.

Seeing that Wu Shu did not use his swift-like body, but approached step by step like an ordinary person. Mo Ye let out a long sigh of relief, but at the same time, his heartstrings were slightly confused.

From Wu Shu taking her out of Yefu to steal books, to Wu Shu returning after returning the books, more than two hours have passed unconsciously. By this time the moon had sunk. There is less than an hour left, and the morning sun is about to break through the fog from the clouds of the East China Sea, and the night is at this hour, but it is the darkest time.

As if noticing Mo Ye who was still waiting in place, Wu Shu walked a few steps away from Mo Ye. His steps paused slightly, and then he continued to approach, and said in a very soft voice: "You haven't left yet?" ”

"Didn't you come back here too?" Mo Ye said happily, she had also walked out of the eaves and approached Wu Shu, and at the same time said, "Are you okay?" ”

Wu Shu did not answer. He just stopped and waited for her to approach, and then led her to turn and walk towards the street in the other direction.

Walking on the main street, Mo Ye found that there were already a few shops selling breakfast on the street. Under the tarpaulin shed. The fire in the wood stove is blazing, and the oil soup in the huge clay pot is slowly rising, and it seems that it is not yet fully boiling, but it is estimated that when the dawn comes, this pot of oil soup boiled from the bones of the tube will be ready to scald the noodles.

These small breakfast shops are limited in scale. But it is a necessary composition of shops for people's livelihood. The perennial early business shop has a very good grasp of the hour, carrying bags in the land warehouse, carrying bags at the dock, woodcutters, blacksmiths...... Many laborers with limited income eat a simple, affordable, but hot and oily breakfast here. It's just time to start work early.

Walking past an early stall, Wu Shu, who was walking beside him, suddenly said: "I remember that you seem to like eating wontons very much." ”

Mo Ye was slightly stunned, she looked sideways at Wu Shu, and was about to speak, but she saw the lights that had been laid earlier falling on Wu Shu, reflecting his sweat, and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"You just did it with someone?" Mo Ye asked worriedly, not knowing what to do.

In fact, she lay on the roof for half an hour, and stood under the eaves for more than an hour, and in the late spring night, she felt the slightest cold. At this time, she suddenly saw Wu Shu, who usually traveled through the city, and probably didn't pant heavily, was sweaty, the contrast was so great, she didn't know what happened in that hour just now, of course she would be uneasy.

In the face of Mo Ye's concerned inquiry, Wu Shu did not answer or explain anything.

Seeing this, Mo Ye hesitated slightly, then she took Wu Shu's arm and took him into the morning stall on the side of the road. She didn't want to eat breakfast, but wanted Wu Shu to take a break for a while.

Seeing that there were customers entering the store, although the noodle soup had not yet been cooked, the owner still greeted him with a smile before it was time to officially start making a living. The shopkeeper's gaze quickly swept over the two of them, and finally stayed on Wu Shu's face, and the shopkeeper said with a smile: "The two guest officers came really early, and there are still some trivial matters in the shop that have not been dealt with, if the two of you want to use the breakfast, you may have to wait a little longer." ”

Wu Shu's gaze gently brushed over the shopkeeper's face, and for ordinary people, his attitude was very kind: "Don't blame the shopkeeper, we came too early, 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 tandoor next to the big stove where the noodle soup was cooked, and said, "I want to eat rice dumplings." ”

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 seeing that it doesn't have to wait for a long time, since he sits in someone's restaurant, he doesn't order some snacks first, so it doesn't seem appropriate to sit like this. 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 affection. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ventured to take Mo Ye to steal the book tonight.

You must know that such a thing as overstepping his superiors would not have been thought of before, just because of Ye Zhengming's construction. Now he does it.

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

Herbal tea is a pre-meal aperitif that Kyoto residents often drink in the summer, but it is usually drunk before lunch, and it has the effect of cooling off the heat and stomach, so 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, when the shopkeeper saw the sweaty appearance of the customer sitting at the table, he was indeed thirsty and needed to drink water, after all, his need was normal!

After boiling the tea and serving it to the table, the shopkeeper greeted him twice, and then went back to the kitchen to continue kneading the dough. Every morning, in addition to cooking the flavored noodle soup, the kneading of the noodles 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 was as cold 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 gaze cast by the shopkeeper, and he did not show any other expression.

It is Wu Shu's habit to be vigilant about the body, 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.

Mo Ye seemed to feel a little familiar with this dress, but the face of the young man in this dress was still very unfamiliar to her.

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