Those two words exploded in Zhao Qingmiao's ears like a thunderbolt. She was stunned all of a sudden: he dared to put this kind of nonsense from the disciples?!

Extremely angry, his gaze unconsciously wandered to his chin, his crimson lips moved a few times, his hand clenched his sleeve and blurted out and scolded: "Shen Jiu, you are presumptuous!" ”

Shen Xiao secretly thought: What if he is really presumptuous?

But when she lowered her eyes, she was already angry and clenched her fists, but she straightened up and refused to show weakness, and her heart rose up to not bear it, and she went to tease her thoughts, and smiled lightly.

His gaze was unintentionally focused on the subtleties, and suddenly he squatted down and reached out to gently dust off a little mud on Zhao Qingmiao's embroidered shoes.

"Shoes are dirty."

The movements are gentle and the voice is clear.

The light in the aisle was half bright and half dark, and the clear young man was originally long, but now he was squatting quietly at his feet. The inky hair looks smooth, making people want to rub it up before they are relieved.

Thinking like this, Zhao Qingmiao had already stretched out his hand.

Shen Xiao suddenly raised her face, and a puzzled expression came into her eyes—Zhao Qingmiao hastily covered her hands behind her before she could touch them.

Really, like an obedient dog.

Zhao Qingmiao's words that had been arranged for him came to his lips and walked back again.

Someone happened to come over in the alley, and when he saw his face clearly, he was surprised: "Why are you two here?" ”

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Huo Laoweng smiled and invited the two into the house.

"The old house is dilapidated, you two can choose a stool and sit at will."

Shen Xiao glanced around and found that although the place where he settled was narrow but clean, there were many green bamboos neatly placed in the four corners of the house, and there were some needles and threads, silk cloth, etc. in the flat basket.

He picked up a bench and wiped his face clean with his sleeve before carefully placing it behind Zhao Qingmiao.

Zhao Qingmiao glanced down in the afterglow, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and remained silent.

As long as the two of them were closer, it reminded her of Fang Cai's situation.

When Shen Xiao saw her demeanor, he knew that he must still be thinking about Fang Cai's stubble, so he sighed almost inaudibly, and walked farther away from the door. so that she may not be out of sight and out of mind.

The atmosphere between the two was wrong, and Huo Laoweng also felt it.

He glanced at him, and arched his hand and said, "The two of you just have a relationship with the old decay, how did you find this place?" ”

Longju Lane is not a good place, so the two of them are by no means idle passing.

"Don't hide it from Huo Lao, we are indeed here for one thing."

Zhao Qingmiao paused after speaking, and caught a glimpse of a low table behind Huo Laoweng, with a crab blue bamboo silk umbrella placed on the umbrella surface.

She immediately looked at Huo Laoweng with interest, and only after getting the master's nod did she reach out to get the umbrella.

When she opened the bone umbrella, the silk was finely woven, the color was also pretty, the color of the bamboo handle was elegant, and the nodules were smooth, which made her pair of jade hands even fairer.

"I heard that your craftsmanship is exquisite, so I won't tell you that I just want to take a batch of silk umbrellas to sell in my Zhao family's shop. The price is good, what do you think? Zhao Qingmiao's bright eyes were full of sincerity, waiting for someone to answer.

Huo Laoweng is good at making umbrellas, but he is just trying to make ends meet. He pinched his long beard and thought about it, and said after a while: "I used to be a small business, and I made an umbrella every day, an umbrella or two. If Miss Zhao wants more, she will have to wait for a long time. ”

Zhao Qingmiao folded her eyes indifferently and said, "It's okay, I can afford to wait." ”

Suddenly, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and said, "Look at me, there is still something to mention." Our Wang Kee Restaurant will soon welcome guests again, and we would like to invite you to taste the food, as for the wine and food, the money is free. ”

"W-This is too old, isn't it?" Huo Laoweng looked flattered, and waved his hand to shirk it, but he felt a cold gaze coming from behind him - his body sank, and his face eased slightly.

Needless to say, it was Shen Xiao.

Shen Xiao was not threatening, but secretly observing Huo Laoweng. Only then did he find that his mouth was full of calluses, and the back of his hands was wrinkled like dried orange peel, except that his nails were rounded and clean.

It can be seen that this old man is rough on the outside and beautiful on the inside, which is not ordinary.

Although Shen Xiao's skin is clear and clear as a young man, he is not half cold in his bones, and he stared at Huo Laoweng so that his scalp was numb, and he said in an aggrieved tone: "Okay, okay." When it comes to eating, he is ruthless, if Wang Ji's chef is scared away, don't blame me, Miss! ”

Zhao Qingmiao chuckled and shook her head.

Something happened, Huo Laoweng got up and took out a small altar from the lower level of the wooden cabinet against the wall. He smiled at the two of them again: "Old and lonely, it is rare to have a guest at home today, the tea is not enjoyable, why don't you drink a glass of wine and leave?" ”

Zhao Qingmiao didn't like to drink, so he handed Shen Xiao a color.

The latter stepped forward with understanding.

"Home-made wine has a sweet and not astringent taste, and it is easy to drink but not intoxicating." Huo Laoweng said, unscrewed the stopper, poured a bowl and handed it over.

Shen Xiao took the bowl and smelled it, the wine tasted fragrant, so he drank it all.

Three glasses of wine. Huo Laoweng said with a smoky smell of wine in his mouth: "I won't tell you, why does Lao Yu like to taste food, because when he was young, he ate what the imperial chef made in the palace, and then he met someone else to make it." He said that the wine was not intoxicating, but his cheeks were already crimson, and he seemed to be drunk with three points.

Shen Xiao's eyes were deep, and he said in a quiet tone, "I won't tell you, under my skin, the three souls and six spirits are not me." The words were said to Huo Laoweng, but his eyes drifted to Zhao Qingmiao intentionally or unintentionally.

"Huh? Ahahahaha, you kid can blow better than me! Huo Laoweng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

The conversation between the two listened to Zhao Qingmiao's ears, and he only felt that it was all nonsense.

Shen Xiao pursed the corners of his lips and folded his gaze. This old man Huo's words sound unintentional, but they always make people feel faintly intentional. Are you tempting something?

After the two of them drank a jar of wine, it was already the hour of sinking in the western mountains.

The panes are ajar, and the light in the room is dim. Zhao Qingmiao found a fire fold to light the candlestick, and ordered Shen Xiao to carry the drunk Huo Laoweng to the bed, tidy it up and prepare to leave.

The two opened the door and stepped out of the threshold, and a gust of wind swept down the rain on their faces.

The people didn't pay attention in the house, it turned out that it was raining outside.

Zhao Qingmiao and Shen Xiao didn't bring umbrellas, seeing that the rain was not strong, they hesitated whether to walk or not, and retreated into the house first.

Suddenly, a carp sat up, glanced at the two of them in a daze, pointed to a bamboo basket under the table, and said, "Yes, there is an umbrella, you take it yourself." ”

After saying that, he lay down again, and after a while, he snored and snored in the room.

I don't know if it's really drunk or fake.

Zhao Qingmiao and Shen Xiao looked at each other. Then, she looked at the sky.

The clouds gathered together and floated slowly above the eternal city.

Shen Xiao walked to the table and squatted down, pulled out the basket and took a look: sure enough, there was an oil-paper umbrella, and it had been used for a long time to see the color. When I pulled it down again, I found that there was still an umbrella inside.

His eyes narrowed, his mind turned, and he pushed the basket back without noticing. Then the descendant stood up and waved his umbrella at Zhao Qingmiao: "Miss, there is only one." ”