In this world, there may be wicked people, even many wicked people, but there will definitely be good people.

Like those who died against the martyrs.

Such as the innkeeper in front of him, and the young shopkeeper.

Ling Xiao thought for a while and said, "It's better to live in this inn first, it's close to the City Lord's Mansion, and there are a lot of people. ”

Sheng Shou nodded in agreement.

When the two came to the door of the inn, the young shopkeeper came out and greeted them warmly.

The two entered the lobby of the inn and sat down, and ordered two bowls of noodles casually.

"The two guest officers are a bit of a face. ”

A young and beautiful young woman with a gentle temperament walked out from behind the counter of the shopkeeper, holding a pot of wine and placing it on the table with a smile.

She is the hostess of this inn.

The young proprietress had two mountain peach blossoms pinned to her thick black bun, a jade bone hairpin as green as ink was loosely tied behind her head, her blue eyes were like a clear spring, her body was slender and slender, and her moon-white skirt was covered with a yellow gauze robe, and the hem of the dress was embroidered with the outline of a few pale pink peaches.

Ling Xiao's heart moved, and he said casually: "I just came to the city today, but I didn't expect that the Flowing Wind Giant City, which used to be known as the city that never sleeps, would become like this. ”

"The world changes, the vicissitudes of life, there is no eternal giant city. ”

The young proprietress said lightly.

I don't know why, Ling Xiao vaguely felt that there was a faint guard in her tone.

The pasta ordered came up quickly.

The young proprietress turned to leave, went to the counter, and said something to another young man behind the counter.

And the young man guarding at the counter should be the owner of the inn, with a fair complexion, elegant appearance, and a rather extraordinary temperament, with three strands of white hair in the bundle of hair interspersed with black hair, holding a three-finger and wide wolf-thick pen in his hand, while talking to the proprietress about something, while bowing his head and writing something on the bamboo board.

In the lobby of the inn, in addition to Sheng Shou, there were about thirty or forty people, a little more than expected, all of them looked full of sadness, talking about something in twos and threes, like frightened birds, their expressions were full of vigilance.

Ling Xiao carefully observed his surroundings, and although everything seemed normal, he always felt as if something was wrong.

A bolt of lightning flashed through Ling Xiao's mind.

He suddenly realized something.

Ling Xiao suddenly realized that the last time he came, the boss was obviously a kind big fat man, and it was only more than two months since now, how could he have been replaced?

But when I think about it, business changes are normal, not to mention the current panic in the world, and the situation is also earth-shaking, and it is not a strange thing for this change.

Ling Xiao sat quietly in his seat, looking at the people inside and outside the inn, thoughtfully.

Time passes.

Occasionally, when he looked up, a pair of father and daughter singing on the opposite side attracted Ling Xiao's attention.

The white-haired messy father looked like a vicissitudes of life, sitting quietly on the bench, a pair of brown eyes sunken in the eye sockets, an empty trouser tube was tied in a knot at will, empty hanging on the ground, the most striking thing is his fingers, ten fingers slender, fingers like green onions, nails like white jade, but not at all like the ordinary old man fingers of the thin and wrinkled yellow, he is holding a shiny mahogany erhu in his arms, the cylinder surface is a clear color, uniform scales python skin, the piano rod is smooth and flat, is the best mahogany whole root.

This erhu looks very old, and it should have been passed down from ancestors.

Jianghu artists regard their musical instruments as their lives.

But now the erhu in my father's hand has broken a string, and after a few plucks, the tune is no longer as complete and melodious as it used to be.

In Daddy's arms, there was a little girl who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old.

The little girl's face was plastered with pot ash, dirty, slightly dry waist-length hair slightly tied behind her head, a few strands of hair scattered on her shoulders, the flaxen-colored cloth skirt was now stained with mud and dust, and she held a palm-sized four-cornered hanging sachet with an apricot blossom pattern in her arms. This sachet seems to be something she cherishes very much, no matter how dirty it is on her face, hands, and clothes, the sachet is still as clean as new.

The little girl sniffed it lightly from time to time, and a sweet smile appeared on her face, as if she could still smell the faint fragrance of apricot blossoms faintly coming from the sachet.

Perhaps because the temperature was too cold, the little girl shrunk in her father's arms like a kitten, emaciated and haggard, with shabby clothes, a pair of big eyes and black eyes empty and blank, as if looking at the unknown space in the void, and her delicate and gentle voice hummed an unknown song like a mosquito and a fly.

"She's a blind girl..."

Ling Xiao poured himself another cup of tea, and explained to himself while blowing the hot steam of the tea soup.

Sheng Shou on the side retracted his slightly puzzled gaze, and also picked up the teacup, just holding his hand in the air, as if thinking about something.

The father and daughter Ling Xiao had met, when he and the old fish spirit had just arrived in Liufeng City, passing by the door of the store.

The old fish spirit heard the sound of the little girl singing, and had to pull Ling Xiao in to listen to the music and eat.

So Ling Xiao has an impression of this father and daughter.

At that time, the city was full of people, and the inn business was booming, so the business of the father and daughter was not bad.

Especially this little girl, who is lovely and delicate, can often make the guests laugh by saying two words of childish words after singing.

Now that the war has changed dramatically, people are panicking, no one comes to listen to the music, and the father and daughter just rely on each other and sit in the corner.

And looking at their appearance, it is obvious that they have no money to eat, and they sit there in a daze, miserable and pitiful.

The sad and desolate appearance made Ling Xiao unbearable.

"Little Er, come here. ”

Ling Xiao beckoned slightly.

"Here, guest officer, what do you need?"

The young Xiao Er was wiping the table the side, and when he heard the voice, he immediately ran over with a smile on his face.

Ling Xiao flipped his fingers, took out a thick piece of clothing, handed it to Xiao Er, ordered two bowls of noodles, and ordered Xiao Er to send it over.

Xiao Er nodded again and again, trotted over the clothes, and then ran back to the back kitchen, and after a while brought out two large bowls of hot noodles.

After serving the noodles to the father and daughter in the store, he pointed to Ling Xiao and Sheng Shou before returning to the back kitchen.

The singing father held his face, nodded to Ling Xiao's side again and again, and after thanking him very much, he sat on the edge of the table and devoured it.

window.

"It's snowing!"

The guest sitting under the eaves of the window suddenly whispered.

Everyone looked out the window.

In the sky, snowflakes rose again.

The drifting snow, which could often be seen in the Hongwu Realm, actually made Ling Xiao's heart feel a little chilly at this time.

"Flowing Wind City has been like spring all year round for thousands of years, and flowers are always blooming, but now the seasonal climate is completely disordered..."

Sheng Shou let out a faint and foul sigh.

"This heavy snow, I don't know how many people will freeze to death..."

Someone in the inn suddenly sighed.

At present, the people sitting scattered in the inn are not like the eunuchs and nobles, but like the people who have been trapped and can only protect themselves.