The morning air was a little humid, perhaps because of the rain last night.

"Ring, ring, ring."

The door to the tavern was pushed open, and the wind chimes hanging from the door made a crisp sound.

The waiter walked out and changed the sign at the door from open to closed.

"Meow."

A soft voice came from the side of the road.

The waiter looked sideways and saw a black kitten sitting behind a flower pot in front of the store.

It's raining and hasn't dried up yet.

The waiter looked at the kitten faintly.

"Actually, this street is just for people who have nowhere to go."

She inexplicably remembered this sentence again.

Looking at the cat, he asked, "Do you have nowhere to go too?" ”

The cat stood trembling without making a sound, as if shivering from the cold.

She nodded, as if answered.

Walked back into the tavern. When she came out again, she had a can of yogurt and a plate in her hand.

Pour the yogurt onto a plate and place it in front of the cat.

The cat walked to the plate and licked the yogurt eagerly, looking hungry for a long time.

The waiter squatted in front of the kitten, hesitated, stretched out a hand and touched its head.

The kitten did not resist, and a rare smile appeared on the waiter's thin face.

"I said, what are you doing here?" A voice suddenly sounded beside her.

The smile on the waiter's face didn't go away, and he looked up calmly.

It was an elderly woman, or rather an old woman in her fifties, dressed in her usual everyday clothes with an old-fashioned haircut tied around her head.

It feels a little oppressive, how to say, this feeling is somewhat strange in a woman.

The waiter stood up, looked at the store lightly and said, with some laziness in his voice: "Boss, I have finished my night shift from seven o'clock in the evening to seven o'clock in the morning." ”

"That's it." The old woman took out a cigarette from her bosom and lit it for herself: "Then you go back first." ”

"yes, okay." The waiter nodded and slowly left down the street.

A month ago.

The door to the tavern was suddenly pushed open by a man.

It was a young woman, dressed in black, and carrying a bag on her back, which I don't know what it contained, and it looked like a stick.

The woman ordered a glass of milk in the tavern and sat for a long time.

When she was about to leave, she found that she had no money on her, and sat there in embarrassment.

The old woman, who is the owner of the tavern, found out, but looked at her and said.

"You're new to the city, and if you don't mind, I'm short of a waiter."

"Whew."

The old woman boss spit out the smoke ring in her mouth, and her eyes fell on the kitten who was licking the yogurt by the door.

There is some change on the bar counter in the store.

"I thought it was just a wandering guy."

"It's surprisingly a gentle person."

Merely.

The boss's eyes looked at the distant back.

Why does it give people a sense of loneliness?

Lonely and gentle, it's really a contradiction.

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"Click."

The wind blew from the hillside, and a figure in a white robe sat in front of a stone tablet, with long black hair hanging down and the figure swaying slightly in the wind behind him.

Gu Nan sat on the ground, stretched out his hand and gently rested it on the stone tablet in front of him.

The stone was cold and cold, and there was no temperature at all, and there were a few simple handwritings carved on it.

Bai Qi died thanks to the world, and there was no way to hold a big funeral, so she was simply buried here that year.

Gu Nan didn't say anything, just sat in place and watched quietly, in a daze.

It took a long time before he let go of his hand from the stone tablet.

"I haven't been here for a long time, and after this time, maybe I won't be here for a long time."

With a light smile, Gu Nan placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the stone stele.

Before putting down the flowers, she saw another thing in front of Bai Qi and Wei Lan's tombs.

There are a few simple things on it, and there is some ash on it, and it looks like it has been around for a while.

Before she came, there were others.

There are not many people who come to worship Bai Qi and his wife.

Lao Lian will come, but he died a few years ago.

There are also Meng Fu, Wang Di, those veterans, all of whom have passed away one after another over the years.

It has been ten years since Yingzheng succeeded to the throne.

Many, many, long ago it is already a matter of fact.

There are so many people and a lot of things that she can't remember clearly.

When I walked up to the things, I found a bamboo stick on the side.

Pick it up and look at it, it reads:

Unfilial son, Bai Zhong, stay.

Gu Nan smiled and put the bamboo strip aside.

"Time flies so fast."

The wind blew the short grass and swirled in mid-air.

Gu Nan picked up the Wuge that was put aside, stood up, and stood in front of the stone tablet.

"There's something big to do tonight, so I won't say more."

"Old man."

"What I promised you, I will do."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked along the path towards Xianyang City.

In the tenth year of the reign of King Qin, many changes have taken place in the court.

Xiangguo Lu Buwei's power seems to be getting bigger and bigger on the surface, and it has reached the point of covering the sky with one hand.

But he could not touch a few rights, as if he had been deliberately separated.

For example, even if the power of the military can sometimes be controlled, there are people who can hinder it.

Several new ministers appeared above the court.

Chang Poison, Li Si, Wang Qian, Meng Tian.

In the end, there is still an army in this Xianyang that attracts people's attention, and the Wang family's forbidden army is in battle.

It was only ordered by the Wang family, and now it has expanded to 3,000 troops, with a small number of people, and is stationed in Xianyang.

But in wartime, he can be ordered by the king to lead 100,000 troops.

Such military power is even no less than that of a general.

There are also people who want to make friends with him, but few people have seen what it is like to lead a leader in a trap, because it is a forbidden army, that person is rarely outside, and even rarely participates in court meetings. Even when the layman was in the formation, his face was covered with armor, and few people knew who the leader of the trap was.