When Xue Ling walked out of the kitchen with a flushed face, looking at the clear moonlight and starry sky outside, as well as the woman in green who was drinking on the roof, she couldn't help but stomp her feet: "Sister Ping! ”

She only shouted the word Sister Ping, but all the resentment and shame were contained in these two words.

Under the moonlight, He Ping raised his glass to Xue Ling Yaoyao, and said with a smile: "How is it, is it good-looking?" ”

The twenty-nine-year-old woman asked seventeen-year-old Xue Ling in the moonlight.

In the moonlight, her face was a graceful blurred side face in the light and shadow, and the glass of wine in her hand rippled.

The gods made the ghosts, Xue Ling nodded: "It's good-looking." ”

When the two words came out, Xue Ling felt that something was wrong, covering his mouth with his hands, and for a moment he didn't know why he would take such a serious mistake for granted.

At that moment, his face was really red and turned into an apple.

After all, how could such shameless words come out of his mouth, Xue Ling couldn't wait to tear his mouth.

However, He Ping just looked at Xue Ling, who was covering her face in the moonlight, and smiled calmly: "It's enough to look good." ”

"Alright, it's time for you to go to bed."

"Although you may not be able to sleep for a while."

Xue Ling trotted all the way out of He Ping's sight, He Ping looked at the back of the girl in her eyes, shook her head with a smile, and then drank the cup.

Continue to sit down and drink alone.

……

……

When the sound of the watch outside the inn had passed the fourth watch, Fang Bei walked out of the kitchen under the moonlight that had already set west, and saw He Ping still drinking on the roof.

He Ping only brought a pot of wine and didn't have any appetizers, but she was able to use this small pot of wine to drink it from time to time.

Drink it until Fang Bei comes out.

If this is also a kind of ability, then He Ping's ability can be regarded as the peak.

"Sister Ping, can't you drink less?" Fang Bei looked at the roof, raised his head and said helplessly.

"I didn't eat your rice." He Ping said lightly, and at the same time shook the little wine bottle left in his hand.

At best, this wine bottle can only hold a pound of wine, and He Ping is not drinking the strongest liquor, but distilled and filtered rice wine, which is much softer in the mouth.

"I can't drink it, don't worry."

"After all, I prefer to be a fool who drinks under the moon than a fool who thinks about spring under the moon."

Fang Bei sighed.

"Lin Xue was called in by you?"

He Ping shook his head naturally: "I probably just pointed the way?" ”

What He Ping said was very innocent.

"Lin Xue is a good girl." Fang Bei said.

He Ping nodded: "I also know that Lin Xue is a good girl." ”

"But not every good girl should push to me?" Fang Bei asked rhetorically.

He Ping looked at Fang Bei, looking at her son with the feeling of an old mother: "Are you seventeen?" ”

"Lin Xue is my partner, and the organization has rules that partners can't fall in love." Fang Bei said.

"The rules are the rules of the organization." "But there are exceptions to all the rules. ”

Fang Bei nodded: "But I don't plan to like anyone for the time being." ”

"Why?" He Ping asked.

"To like is to be weak." Fang Bei smiled and said, "I don't want to leave too many weaknesses in this world for the time being. ”

"I only protect Lin Xue because she may be more useful to me, but I will never let me die myself in order to keep her alive."

"And the so-called relationship is something that makes people do stupid things."

"When I'm strong enough, I might try to like someone."

"But not now."

He Ping listened to Fang Bei's words and asked rhetorically, "Aren't you strong enough now?" ”

Fang Bei nodded as it should be: "Of course it's not strong enough, there are still many people in this world who can kill me." ”

He Ping smiled: "It's not much." ”

Fang Bei shook his head: "A lot." ”

"For you, I'm afraid that there is only one person in this world who can kill you, and you will feel a lot, right?" He Ping asked.

Fang Bei nodded: "Yes, one is enough, and now there are many, many more than one." ”

"And what happened to your sword?" He Ping asked.

Fang Bei was silent for a moment: "I'm still practicing." ”

"Then I'm looking forward to the day you practice." He Ping said.

"You're probably the strongest sword in the world."

"I don't know if it's strong enough." Fang Bei smiled: "But it really takes a long, long time to practice." ”

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed." Don't say that.

He walked towards his room, and when he reached the door of his earroom, he turned back and looked up at the woman on the ridge: "Thank you." ”

"Isn't the grace of saving lives supposed to be in our hearts, not in our mouths?" He Ping tilted his head and said with a smile.

The smile is gentle and sweet.

"I'm thanking Sister Ping for keeping vigil for me until now." Fang Bei said quietly, smiling slightly, and then walked into his room and closed the door at the same time.

He Ping shook his head helplessly, raised his hand and yawned, then poured the residual wine in his hand into his mouth, and then jumped from the roof to the courtyard.

Her shadow in the moonlight.

Straight and slender.

He Ping walked along her shadow to her room.

The same steps are calm and straight, and each step is on his own shadow, and the shadow does not deviate in the slightest.

There was no sign that she had drunk all night on the roof under the moon.

Only the lonely moon is left in the empty court.

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……

When Xue Ling got up the next day, it seemed that nothing had happened last night.

As the cook of the Xiao Soul Inn, the girl has to get up early in the morning every day to process the ingredients, and then wait for Fang Bei to clean the store and open, and He Ping is responsible for settling the accounts.

That's a day in the life of this little inn.

When nothing happens, the Sky Soul Inn is a calm, small, clean inn that offers ten rooms of accommodation, breakfast, lunch and dinner, and some simple takeaway services.

This is the usual appearance of the Xiao Soul Inn, and the people around have gradually become familiar with this inn that has just been opened for less than half a year, and they have begun to accept the dishes and tastes inside, and they will also praise the immature and watery cook for making the dishes more and more delicious.

Although as far as the business done behind the scenes of the Xiao Soul Inn is concerned, just the income from entertaining guests and staying in the hotel, I don't know if there is a profit of ten taels of silver a month.

But Xue Ling really felt that He Ping valued this income very much, and valued it very much.

Even Fang Bei's daily cleaning is very serious, very diligent, and meticulous.

Sometimes Xue Ling would feel that Fang Bei was not a normal person at all, he seemed to be whipping himself forward with a whip all the time, self-disciplined, cold, and very serious and cautious.

In this way, when the ninth day passed, Xue Ling woke up that morning and found a pair of gold-wire gloves as thin as cicada wings and snow-white with a whole body placed next to his pillow.