Yu Yin raised his hand and stopped Qingming's chatter.

"Uncle, should I read it out or write it out?"

The old man came out from behind the counter, took pen, ink, paper and inkstone from nowhere and placed it on the table, and then opened the window wide to make the room brighter.

Yu Yin was about to sit down, but the old man took the first step and stood in the air with a pen: "County Lord, please read——"

Yu Yin twitched the corners of his mouth and read slowly:

"The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the plum flute has been changed three times, and no one is in the moonlight. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with tears in my eyes, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines. ”

This poem was written by Nalan Xingde, and she quite liked it.

When she recited the poem, everyone, including Yizan and Yihe, quietly looked at her, as if there was a soft light on her.

Fifteen leaned against the window, his cold and sharp gaze melted away when it fell on Yu Yin, and he held the sword in his arms and watched quietly.

There was indeed light in her, the light of his hell.

Qingming's face was slightly gloomy, staring at the person who was chanting poetry in a soft voice like an eagle's falcon, his right hand was slightly tightened, and the thoughts in his heart became more and more firm.

The old man became more and more excited, and after putting down the pen, he blew it, gently lifted it and put it in front of him, and tasted it over and over again.

“…… I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what the king is crying about......"

He read these two sentences the most and for the longest time, and his excited look turned into melancholy in the poem.

He let out a long sigh, carefully put down the rice paper, and raised his eyes to look at the aftermath: "The county lord is really the first person in the literary circle of my Qi country as rumored."

Your poems have reached my heart...... County Lord, just stay with the few of you, and I'll go to the kitchen and give orders. ”

He pointed in the direction of the second floor, then shuffled towards the kitchen. The back is gloomy, and it looks a little melancholy.

Yu Yin couldn't help but shout: "Uncle, why do you say that the inn doesn't welcome guests?" ”

At this time, a few heads poked in from the window, and they exchanged their heads suspiciously: "It's strange, why is there someone in this inn, doesn't Lao Zhang never receive guests?" ”

Chu Yi was instructed by Yu Yin, leaned under the window and asked, "Big brothers, what do you mean by this?" Why doesn't this nice inn welcome guests? ”

One of them, a big man with an empty burden and thick eyebrows, said: "Lao Zhangtou has opened this inn here for decades, and he has never received guests.

When it rains, he likes to stand in a daze at the door, looking like he is waiting for someone, and I asked him what he was waiting for, and he said he couldn't remember. ”

A thin middle-aged man next to him accosted: "I just think it's funny, since I can't remember, what are you waiting for?"

But he is still like that, he doesn't welcome guests when he opens an inn, but he cleans the inn spotlessly every day, and he is simply a weirdo. ”

Yu Yin became interested and looked at the three of them outside the window: "Are you waiting for your wife, or are you waiting for your son?" ”

"Probably not, there was only one person when he came here, and I haven't seen anyone find him in so many years."

The thick-eyed man shook his head, and his voice was like a bell, almost deafening her.

The old man walked out of the kitchen at this time, nodded to the three of them outside the window, and led Yu Yin and the four of them to the second floor.

On the second floor, there are only two tables, each with a potted plant on the windowsill, and long vines hanging down the window frame.

After the old man led the four of them to sit down, he saw that there was more dust on the green plants, so he took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and then turned back with satisfaction.

"County Lord, what they said is right, I opened this shop just to wait for someone."

The old man looked out the window, with a look of reminiscence on his face: "But I can't remember who it is, and I can't remember whether it's a man or a woman, I just remember that there is a particularly important person, and I am willing to spend my whole life waiting." ”

"Then do you know why you're waiting?" Yu Yin asked.

The old man closed his eyes and thought for a long time, so long that the food came up.

He patted his head and suddenly realized: "It seems that because of one thing, I feel guilty......

Actually, I don't know if I can wait, after all, I can't remember everything about the other party. I came to Ningshuo because I heard one of them say that he liked Ningshuo's ice cloud cream. ”

Yu Yin wants to know what kind of things can make a person wait all the time, and what kind of guilt will make a person's life uneasy.

"Uncle, can you tell me about it, maybe I can help?"

The old man looked at Yu Yin for a long time, then glanced at the people around her, and nodded slowly.

With the power of the county lord, he may be able to help him find that person, and the feeling of being tortured by guilt is really uncomfortable.

So he sighed lowly: "I'll tell the county lord to listen, but after a long time, I have to think about it......"

Yu Yin nodded.

The old man's story is probably like this:

coincided with a year of severe drought and no grain harvest, and his village could barely survive on the wild animals in the mountains because of its dependence on the mountains.

One day, a young couple came to the village, the man was handsome, the woman was delicate, and they were all fairy-like figures. As soon as they arrived, they kindly inquired about the situation of the villagers, and from time to time said some words of comfort and promise.

The two are generally inseparable, like glue, but one day the man asked the people in the village to take them into the mountain, and the woman didn't know, so she asked the old man where he went.

The old man had a daughter, who had long been fascinated by the man like an immortal, and swore that he would not marry, and then the daughter covered her mind and said respectfully as usual: "The son said that there was a hurry to leave in advance." ”

The woman frowned, but she didn't even suspect it, turned her head and ran out of the mountain, looking a little annoyed. Because the old man felt sorry for his daughter, he pressed the facts.

In the evening, the man came back with a pure white fur in his hand, and the color of the fox's fur should be a snow fox in the depths of the mountains.

He hunted to make a scarf for women, and he wanted to surprise her, but he didn't see anyone.

The old man couldn't stand the intimidation around the man, so he had to tell the truth. When the man heard this, he also hurried out of the mountain, and he couldn't care about anything.

Later, I heard that the man was seriously injured in an ambush on the way to chase the woman, and he fell into a dark illness. The woman was angry with the man because of this, and the man hid the truth because he was afraid that the woman would blame himself.

Later, the man died in a young age, firstly because of the dark illness left behind, and partly because of fatigue...... That's what I heard about later. The old man sighed in a low voice.

In fact, he also hid a lot of truths, and it is not good for people to know more about those things.

Hearing this, Yu Yin exchanged glances with the three of them and asked, "Since the men are all dead, who are you waiting for, uncle?" ”

That's where the aftermath comes in.

The dishes on the table were almost cold, and no one touched them.

The old man touched his forehead, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"Waiting for whom? I don't know...... Maybe wait for someone who needs to know the truth. ”

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