It is rare for pedestrians to appear on the streets of Lingyi, and since the first king was killed by Contempt, the people here have not dared to show their heads, and now they have to open the gate again in order to make a living.

Today, a shop was opened on this cold street, called "Xiaoxiang Tavern".

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"I'll tell you a story, little Fu." Zuo Qiu Chuanbai looked at Le Fu's slightly reddened eyes and said softly. He knew that Lefu probably didn't want to hear what he said, so well, in that case, he told her a story.

"Okay."

The story had nothing to do with what he said, he just wanted to tell her a story and that's it.

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That's the story of the Dawn Lane Tavern.

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In winter, the tavern is heated and drowsy.

There are very few and far between, only a handful of guests.

Today, the sky was clear, although there was bright light through the window and quietly slid down on the shoulder of the shopkeeper, but I still felt a little cold.

The man who was lying by the window, covered with a graceful fox fur, was napping with his eyes slightly closed, he was the owner of this Xiaoxiang tavern - surnamed Qi, his name was far away, and the word was far away.

The winter in the north was as cold as ever, and he couldn't remember how many winter days it was, as if he was so groggy in spring, summer, autumn and winter, when the guests came, when the guests left, he didn't know.

At first, the proprietor relied on his envious face, and just sat in front of the tavern, and many young women came to the tavern to chat with him. But he was slow and did not like to talk to people, and it was not long before those people knew that they were bored and did not come.

It's good to be free all day.

The bells hanging outside the window are ringing, making a crisp and cold sound, which is very suitable for this cold winter.

A few days ago, a beggar came to Xiaoxiang and begged him to reward him with a mouthful of food, and he was willing to do anything.

Looking up, the beggar was in tatters, shivering from the cold winter of Sanjiu, and he didn't look like it. The boss nodded and agreed, anyway, this Xiaoxiang also lacks a shopkeeper who is a good worker, and he has done a good thing that is not a bad thing, but it is okay.

It doesn't matter if he eats and shelters.

He was still groggy all day, sitting at the window, listening to the sound of the wind mixed with the sound of green bells, squinting slightly at the snow, and wrapping the fox fur tightly.

The beggar felt strange and unclear, and sometimes asked him, "What are you doing lying here?" ”

"I don't do anything, I just want to lie here, sit here."

"Well," the beggar was momentarily speechless, "is there anything on your mind?" ”

"Nope." There was a melancholy in the boss's flickering eyes. The wind and snow outside were heavy, and the windows were tightly shut.

A wail ensued.

The heated tavern seemed to have been frozen for a long time, and the two of them were silent.

And so it was like this, and so it was spent for several days.

Xiaoxiang still has no one coming, the snow still keeps falling, the boss still lies on the deck chair all day long, and the beggars are still busy.

It seems that this is it, time passes quietly, and there is no trace.

Suddenly, one day, the boss got up from the chaise longue, staggered and stood firmly, put on a fox fur, and stood straight in front of the door without saying a word. Looking desolate at the mountains in the distance, covered with snow, out of reach, soaring into the sky.

"What are you going to do?" The beggar followed his gaze and asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." The boss replied.

Nothing is something.

Later, after a short while, the boss walked back to the recliner, looked back at this alley, shook his head helplessly, and secretly took a deep breath.

He was no longer lying on that recliner. And he stood by the window, and stood all day.

The green bells jingle and make a crisp sound.

Snow slid down from the sky unhurriedly.

Occasionally, a few huge snow-leaved birds streaked across the white sky, and a few long sharp whistles seemed to disperse the last snow of the north.

"The snow is coming, and this snow will stop, and it will never come again." The boss looked up at the snow and the traces of the birds across the sky.

The beggar stopped what he was doing, and suddenly nodded sadly.

"yes, the snow is coming."

This snow will stop forever.

At least, in his heart, it will never snow again.

The branches and leaves withered and rotted into thin mud.

On the night when the snow left the bird, the originally windy and snowy north came, and after the long howl of the snow and the bird, it returned to calm.

The boss also disappeared without a trace that night.

No one knows where he went.

Xiaoxiang opened and closed the door as usual, and the beggar seemed to have forgotten that there was once such a boss named Qi Guiyuan, who took him in, gave him food and drink, and provided him with clothing and shelter.

The beggar was also renamed by the people who came and went, because he was still handsome, so he was called "Xiao Gongzi".

Everyone seemed to have forgotten about him.

The man who likes to lie on a chaise longue all day long, covered with a heavy fox fur.

Finally, one day, a woman came.

She wasn't very pretty, but those eyes, at first glance, were eyes with a story.

She was wearing a black cloak and her face was tired, and as soon as she entered, she saw Xiao Gongzi chatting and laughing with the guests. Several women in bright Luo skirts laughed and smiled.

"I'm looking for the boss of Xiaoxiang." The woman glanced at the crowd.

"I'm the boss here." Xiao Gongzi walked in front of her.

"No, you're not, you should know who I'm talking about!" The woman seemed to be very annoyed, and a sharp beam of light suddenly appeared in her palm, which pressed tightly against Xiao Gongzi's neck.

There was a panic in Xiao Alley, and the crowd quickly scattered and fled.

Xiao Gongzi looked at her helplessly: "Look, the guests are all scared away by you." ”

"Let me ask you, where is Qi Guiyuan, the boss here?" I'm looking for him.

"I've never heard of this man." He was extremely calm.

"No way, you're the beggar he saved." The woman looked at him with grief in her eyes.

"He was gone the night the bird appeared, and none of us knew where he went, and I forgot who he was. I only recently remembered it. Xiao Gongzi finally answered her.

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe it."

"I really don't know."

"But you remember, I think you should know, you shouldn't think about it, and you can't think about it."

"Who are you?"

"Song Ruosi."

"Okay."

"You are the embodiment of the Snow Bird."

"So?"

"So you must know where he went."

"I think he must have gone there." Xiao Gongzi's gaze was towards the top of the snow-capped mountain, which was still covered in white snow even though it had melted snow.

"Thank you." Song Ruosi put away the beam of light in his palm and turned to leave.

Later, Xiao Gongzi of Xiaoxiang Tavern also disappeared, as if it was also overnight, and disappeared without a trace.

Xiaoxiang is closed, the ashes are falling, and the north is no longer cold. Even the thick snow on the top of the unreachable snow-capped mountain is gradually melting.

To the north, it is full of life.

After a long time, a woman in brown clothes came, with high hair and a heroic posture, tearing the dusty memory of Xiaoxiang.

A row of green bells hanging next to the window of Xiaoxiang made a faint sound, facing the wind from the north, crumbling.

"Sir, has this tavern been renamed?" Yu Yu picked up a dusty wine glass and looked back at the woman in brown with a strange look.

"No, let's call Xiaoxiang."

"This ......"

"Xiaoxiang still lacks a male host, I'll find him tomorrow."

"Well, who is it?"

"Let's go away."

"It turned out to be him."

It turned out that it had always been him. Yu Yu suddenly smiled comfortably, this Xiaoxiang still has to return to its original appearance after all.

The wind outside the window poured into the tavern for a moment, giving it air over and over again, for a long time, as if it had cleaned the entire Xiaoxiang internal organs, so as to marry it a new memory.

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"Yo, who are you?" The door was opened by the familiar face that had not been seen for a long time, but the way of speaking seemed to have changed.

It's not a big problem, though.

"I'm asking you to help me run a tavern, and you'll be paid." The corners of the woman's mouth rose for some reason, and the smile between her eyebrows and eyes flooded.

This man was really strange, and the man thought to himself, something else was waiting for him.

Seeing his hesitation, the woman in brown reassured him, and after several persuasions, the man finally agreed.

The cold wind poured into the huge long sleeves, and Qi Guiyuan followed the woman in brown to Xiaoxiang.

"This female gentleman, I would like to ask, what is your name? If it's inconvenient, just when I didn't ask. ”

"Song Ruosi."

"Song Ruosi?"

"From now on, you will be the boss of Xiaoxiang."

A strand of the boss's hair was suddenly blown to his forehead by the wind, covering half of his face.

It seems that a long time ago, someone called him boss?

Oh, I remember, it was when the family was still running an inn. The boss suddenly realized that it was really the same thing.

In about half a month, Song Ruosi left Xiaoxiang, leaving the boss alone to run the tavern.

Beilin ushered in another midwinter.

It's cold, so cold that it can freeze a person's bones so hard that they can't move.

It's been three years, and Song Ruosi hasn't come back yet.

"Ha ......" a beggar in shabby cotton clothes squatted in front of the tavern door and yawned, "I don't know when it will be sunny this day, it's not easy to get a meal!"

"It's all because it's too cold these days, and no one is coming on the street."

"It's not, not only you are asking for food, but no one from me who opened a tavern is here, it's cold and ruthless, who would want to come out." Hearing this complaint, the boss walked to the door of Xiaoxiang and looked down at the beggar.

"Whew." The two of them talked a few words, and then fell silent again.

The goose feather snow kept flying in the air, and in the depths of the snow, a brown figure slowly came.

"Yes...... It was she who came back. The boss was thrilled for a moment, and his eyes were straight at the figure, watching her get closer and closer to him.

"Far away."

A familiar voice came into his ears, and the beggar suddenly raised his head.

The snow is getting even tighter.

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Le Fu raised her puzzled eyes and looked at Zuo Qiu Chuanbai, this story is very good, but she doesn't seem to understand......

"The story is good......

Zuo Qiu Chuanbai smiled: "This story was once told to me by my mother. ”