At this time, isn't Boss Song busy in Xianju Building? Why is there still time to come here?

Confused and confused, the noodle stall owner greeted warmly: "Boss Song, how can you be free today?" ”

Song Changqing stopped and looked at the noodle stall owner, he didn't know this person.

However, he is used to it, and in the past few days, he has been walking on the streets of Youlan Town, whether it is the street or the alley, many people have taken the initiative to greet him.

The reputation of Xianju Tower, the entire Youlan Town is now known to everyone.

Seeing that the iron pot was steaming and the air was filled with the fragrance of noodles, Song Changqing hadn't eaten lunch yet, and suddenly felt a little hungry, he took the umbrella and stepped forward and said, "Boss, cook me a bowl of shredded meat noodles." ”

The noodle stall owner went to the restaurant for dinner, and he remembered Song Changqing clearly for Song Changqing, who was also a person and a shopkeeper, and he was good and good, of course he remembered Song Changqing clearly.

It's rare that Boss Song would condescend to his small stall to eat. The owner of the noodle stall immediately said yes and ordered a bowl of noodles.

Song Changqing found a place and sat down.

There were still some guests sitting at the table next to him, those people didn't know Song Changqing, they looked back at Song Changqing, and they all sighed.

"Isn't this table under a spell cast by an immortal?"

"What's wrong?"

"Why are all the people sitting here so good-looking? Don't you know, some time ago, I came to eat noodles, and in the place where the boy was sitting, there was a beautiful lady like a fairy, who was young, I am afraid that she was about fifteen years old, you don't know what it looks like, tsk, I have lived for half my life, and I have never seen such a beautiful girl. Her husband sitting next to her is also the same as this son, just like the immortals in the sky! You say, is this table specifically the table where the immortals sit? ”

The noodles had already been served, Song Changqing took the chopsticks, wiped them again and again with a clean handkerchief, and when he heard the sound from the table next door, he suddenly put the chopsticks down, got up and asked the noodle stall owner.

"A beautiful fifteen-year-old lady came to your stall a few days ago?" Song Changqing felt that his voice was trembling.

When the noodle stall owner heard this, he nodded and said, "Yes, she often comes to me to eat noodles!" ”

She often comes here to eat, which proves that she lives not far from here.

"And do you know where she lives?" Song Changqing asked eagerly.

The noodle stall owner was a little nervous, Mr. Song was in such a hurry, could it be that the lady owed Mr. Song money?

"I don't know where she lives, but every time I see her, she comes from there!" The noodle stall owner pointed with his hand, Song Changqing turned his head to take a look, dropped a little broken silver, and walked away.

The owner of the noodle stall looked at the money and immediately shouted: "Mr. Song, this noodle is only a few dollars, you give too much." ”

There was also a guest next to him who said: "He didn't move this bowl of noodles, and he didn't eat a bite!" ”

The noodle stall owner's heart trembled: Could it be that his noodles taste bad?

Song Changqing strode in the direction pointed by the owner of the noodle stall.

There were only two narrow alleys left, and Song Changqing walked around these two boxes in a circle, finding nothing.

He was not in a hurry, still holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking under the scorching sun.

Xiangcui went to deliver lunch, under the big sun, she was sweating profusely, raised her hand and just wiped it, and after a while, the beads of sweat fell again, such a hot day, if it wasn't for the food, who would want to come out!

But the person in front of him, holding an oil-paper umbrella, was also soaked with sweat, but he didn't hurry up, he actually stopped and stopped, just standing under the scorching sun and exposing himself, he was also stupid!

Xiangcui came to the door of the workshop, raised her hand and knocked on the door, and soon there was footsteps from inside: "Come on......

Xiangcui quickly went in and closed the door.

Song Changqing, who was in front, turned his head to look, and when he saw the closed door, he continued to walk forward.

It wasn't until Liao's had eaten and when he came back to do things that he also saw Song Changqing walking around in the alley, and he was puzzled, who was okay walking at the mouth of the alley on this hot day!

Liao was afraid that this person was a bad person, so he took two steps away and entered the workshop.

As soon as he entered, Liao said mysteriously: "Why is there always a man walking around outside, and he doesn't go home on this hot day!" If it weren't for the fact that he looked pretty good, he looked cold, and he really thought he was a bad person! ”

When Fu Shi heard this, he hurriedly said, "That person hasn't left yet?" ”

Liao: "You saw it too?" ”

"I didn't see it. But my family Xiangcui saw it, and said that it was a tall, very handsome man, holding an oil-paper umbrella walking around the alley, and she saw it when she came to deliver food! ”

"It's all two teas, and he hasn't left yet? Isn't Mo really a bad guy? Fu Shi said worriedly: "Some time ago, didn't we lose a lot of children in Youlan Town? Isn't this a human trafficker? ”

Liao shook his head: "It's hard to say." ”

At this time, Xie Yuluo came in, and the two stopped talking and immediately did things.

Recently, the boss has rarely spoken, and the two of them don't dare to talk nonsense.

Xie Yuluo started to do things very seriously, and the three of them left from noon until the sun was about to set.

On the way back, the two saw a man walking around the alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand. Why are you still there! ”

Fu Shi was afraid that this person was a human trafficker, so he took two steps forward to see this person's face clearly, and when he saw Song Changqing, Fu Shi was startled: "Song, Mr. Song? ”

Song Changqing didn't know this woman, but when people greeted him, Song Changqing bowed slightly and continued to walk forward.

He's been gone for a day, and it seems that today is going to be in vain.

Liao hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Do you know each other?" ”

"Where does he know me, I've met him a few times." Fu Shi laughed and said, "You don't know him? ”

Liao shook his head, "I don't know!" Who is he? ”

"Have you ever been to Xianju Tower?" Fu has been there a few times, but not to eat, but to deliver vegetables, and sometimes if she is lucky, the vegetables she grows herself can also be harvested.

Song Changqing would be at the back door every day, so Fu remembered.

Liao shook his head: "What does he have to do with Xianju Building?" "Just because you haven't been to it doesn't mean you don't know about Xianju Building.

Fu Shi pointed to the back in front of him and said mysteriously: "That's Mr. Song from Xianju Building!" ”

"What? Is he Mr. Song? Liao couldn't believe what he saw, this Mr. Song, who could hardly be seen if he didn't enter the Xianju Building, actually walked in this narrow alley with the scorching sun on his head all afternoon: "Why did he come here?" He's been walking around here all afternoon! ”

Fu pouted: "How do I know, it's Mr. Song, where can we understand what we want to do!" It's not early, I'm going back to cook, see you tomorrow! The two waved their hands and went home.