Just after the Shangyuan Festival, the valley has returned to its former desertion and silence, with few fireworks and no popularity. Only the noise of unknown birds in the valley filled the valley, trying to wake up the trees and godless people.

In the northeast corner of the valley sits a two-storey tavern, the second floor of which is used for banquets and the first floor for reading and drinking tea. For the Valley of the Wicked, this inn is the only entertainment venue in the valley, and only in this rough but clean and orderly tavern can there be a trace of popularity. In the past, although this inn was not full of drinkers, it was lively, with constant laughter and the sound of cups colliding, but today it is abnormal.

The left and right protectors of the valley lord just stopped at the door of the tavern, and it was the statue of the god of "avoiding wealth", not to mention the benefactor, even the flies flew in.

The shopkeeper pursed his lips and wiped his sweat, and beckoned a honest and honest guy to add tea and pour water, but he slipped to the back hall with oil on the soles of his feet.

The man looked hesitantly into the middle of the tea table, and sat at the end of the couple, a man and a woman who couldn't see each other. The woman was in her early twenties, dressed in dark blue plain clothes, wearing a pure white fox fur coat, not counting jet-black hair and casually curling back, only a clear and white hosta obliquely pinned, a plain dress with the white side face, and a little weak and sickly in the fairy spirit, the eyes that were not bright did not blink for a long time, and the eyes were empty and lifeless.

And the man next to her is about a year old, although the temples are occasionally dyed with wind and frost, but the demeanor is not reduced, look closely, the man's facial features are mediocre, only the black and white deer eyes are a little brilliant, the eyes are looking at the woman affectionately, tenderness is like water, and the winter wind poured in outside is also warm at this moment.

With the wind, the guy shivered, and his heart was annoyed. This man is the ruthless valley lord who dominates their life and death, and he is blinded by his rare tenderness. The guy bit his lower lip, went to finish the tea, and hurriedly retreated without saying hello.

The brave man stepped aside and stood respectfully and straight, his eyes fixed on the tips of his shoes and his ears straight.

"You're not in good health, it's cold outside, it's just today, I won't allow you to do this anymore in the future, I'll be distressed" A man's voice came from his ear, his voice was cold and a little hoarse, but it sounded indescribably good.

"I want to hear that story," the woman's voice was a little hoarse, obviously lacking in breath.

The man frowned unhappily, and then said helplessly and dotingly: "Didn't you just hear about Shangyuan Festival", after speaking, he skillfully took out a delicate and small hand stove from his arms, put it into the woman's hand, and kept rubbing it, "If you really feel bored, I will take you out of the valley when you are better, and it is up to you to go wherever you want."

"But I miss him," the woman's voice was hoarse and ethereal, without any emotion.

Hearing this, the man shook his shoulders in shock, and his face was full of incredulity, "How is it possible?" How could you still think of that man? The man ......"

Ignoring the muttering of the person in front of her, the woman's eyes passed over him and landed steadily on the storyteller on the stage.

The white-haired storyteller stroked his white beard, the startling wooden board in his hand picked up and fell, and the vigorous and powerful voice penetrated the wall of time.