Chapter 270: Who is the moon before the flower?
Moonless nights are always so dark, always so frightening and flustered. In the past, she herself was afraid of such a dark night, but today it is not easy for her to calmly face a stranger she has met for the first time, and skillfully play a tune surrounded by this darkness.
Rong Yan played a song that was not complicated, a song "General Order" that many people could hum. But there's something a little more sad in the middle of this song.
That kind of thing, you can call it a memory.
It's a good thing to have sad memories on such a dark night.
Rong Yan closed her eyes and finished playing this song quietly, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw a small wooden sign left by her side. The sign was small and delicate, very different from the rough appearance of his man, with the word "Hua" on it like an iron painting and a silver hook.
It was left behind by him, and she knew that the man's boots had taken him away from her while she was still playing the tune. But she didn't open her eyes, such a moonless night, such a dark night, is really only suitable for memories, the memories of one person.
Looking at the chrysanthemums in the flower bed. Flowers are in a daze, and their delicate bodies are engaged in a dialogue with the dew that only they can understand. She was just an outsider, and she could only watch in a daze as the petals of those flowers shivered slightly in the wind.
Why, are even the native flowers afraid of such darkness?
Or is it really a little different tonight?
"Lan'er, you're here." The delicate and somewhat excessive voice will always belong to such a person who is neither male nor female, Rong Yan turned around and greeted her, "Aunt Yan." "She is the only one in the entire Yilan Garden who will call her that.
Aunt Yan's thin eyebrows and eyes had a little taste of Sanba, and she looked her up and down, and Rong Yan had straight hair, so she had to open her mouth first, "Something?" β
Aunt Yan shook her head, "I heard that you were being followed here, so I don't feel comfortable coming over to take a look, but now it seems that you are very good." β
Rong Yan thought about it for a while, and only after having an epiphany did she feel that this Aunt Yan was really too good. I knew I was being followed, but I didn't get rid of that hateful stalker sooner.
Well, but if you think about it, that guy is also a gentleman, except of course, for the fact that he is following himself.
"Don't be angry, it's not because you don't have anything to do, so I don't have to send my benefactor out the door, you know, our business in Yilan Garden is always sluggish......"
Business in Yilan Park is sluggish? Forget it, Rong Yan snorted in her nostrils, expressing her disapproval.
"Forget it, the silver that comes in every day now can basically cover your head." Rong Yan unceremoniously stated a fact.
Even if someone broke the secret, that Aunt Yan didn't take it to heart at all. Hehe smiled, and stroked his hair with his hand charmingly, "What else are you afraid of here?" She waved her water sleeves, as chic and bright as a play, "Anyway, my Aunt Yan can still cover you little hairy girl here." β
Rong Yan also narrowed her eyes, looked at her overly white face, and suddenly smiled, "You know that person just now." "It must be, or she wouldn't have said it so surely.
Aunt Yan was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and slapped Rong Yan, "You little hoof, you are really smart and make people speechless." Rong Yan's goosebumps were about to fall all over the ground. He pouted and didn't say anything.
"I'll tell you the truth, that man, I really know him." Aunt Yan stroked the stone bench on the side with her sleeve, and glanced at Rong Yan, who was still standing there stupidly, "Let's talk while sitting." β
Rong Yan smiled maliciously, showed her white teeth, and leaned against the pillar next to her, "Aunt Yan, you don't know very well, if you want to talk to my Lan Gongzi while 'doing', this is not a small number." β
Aunt Yan raised her eyebrows and held her pear-like face, "Yo, little girl, you've only been here for a few days, and you're going to be upscale when you speak?" β
"Aunt Yan, you praise it." Rong Yan poured her a blessing, looking like a little family with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.
Aunt Yan snorted as if she was disgusted, and by the way, she ran out of a professional wink, "Little girl, sister, do I have to tell you, if you can make friends with that man, it would be the best." She looked at Rong Yan and chuckled lightly, "The benefits he can give you are not the small benefits that an old bustard in a brothel like mine brings you." β
Rong Yan smiled at her serious face, covered the corners of her mouth with her cuffs, and said in a low voice, "I said big brother, do you really treat yourself as an old bustard?" β
Aunt Yan was stunned for a moment.
"You don't have to tell me who he is, I didn't say a few words to him, but I just pity him for being a hard-working man who is about to travel far away, shouldn't all hard-working people in the world love each other, so I reluctantly gave him a tune. But it's because of this simple reason.,There's no need to investigate the eight generations of people's old business.,I'm not the stupid servants at the corner of the street.,I'm not interested in people's details or something.,But I'm not interested in it at all.γ What she said was clear and elegant, bringing people a state where everything doesn't matter and can't be put into the heart.
Aunt Yan watched her stand up and waved her sleeves casually, "That's it, if you kid is as vulgar as ordinary people, you can't be my Lan Gongzi in Yilan Garden." β
Rong Yan smiled skillfully, pinched a bunch of black and purple mare's milk grapes on a plate, twisted her thin waist and went to the hall to make up for sleep.
Aunt Yan hugged her shoulders, looked at her slender and excessive back, and smiled, with a somewhat unfathomable taste, "If you were an ordinary woman like others, she wouldn't entrust you to me." β
Of course, the little woman who had drifted away could not hear his heartfelt words at all.
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The yellow sand outside the plug has faintly struck, a line of big men in the shape of this city and the edge of the desert junction of the horse, the scene in front of a loess hill, short, solemn, before the evening is coming, the leader of the big man suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, held high above his head, and then, the big men who accompanied him also followed the horse to restrain the horse, seeing that he put his index finger into his mouth and dipped his saliva on his tongue, picked it up and measured it in less than a foot in front of him, after making sure that it was correct, Only then did he put down his hand, took a sip of the fine sand between his teeth, and beckoned to the people behind him, "Everyone follow, go to the post station in front, change the horses, and ride the camels instead." β
"Yes, Boss."
It's strange that when this clichΓ©-sounding title is shouted on him, there is not only a little vulgarity, but people are full of respect for this man.
Less than 500 meters in front, is a simple post station, because in this bitter cold place in the northwest all the year round, under the baptism of wind and sand all the year round, it has been precarious, the grass felt on the roof has long been unable to see the original appearance, only a few grass rolls like something exposed outside the eaves.
Under the eaves, there is Xiao Er who is holding a long pole to pick something on the beams of the house. Stretched his neck with great effort, desperately trying to reach up. However, the pole was long enough, but unfortunately, his own stature was too short, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the things on it.
The big man watched from behind, and he was a little impatient at first, but when he saw the funny appearance of the man stretching his neck and glaring, he couldn't help laughing.
Their laughter made the busy Xiao Er even more embarrassed, so he had to put down the pole and walked over to these people, while sweeping the dust off his body with the sweat towel around his neck, as well as the straw stick that fell from the beam, "A few masters, are you staying in the hotel or resting and leaving." β
Several big men stopped laughing and pointed to the horses behind them, "Take these horses in exchange for these camels in your shop, how many silver taels will be added, and the master will make it up to you." β
The little second waved his hand, with a smile on his face, "A few masters, it's not a small one who doesn't have long eyes, and I can't see that a few masters are big people with identity and ability, but these camels have been booked, and they have already paid the full amount, you see ......"
"What!" One of the big men suddenly stared, and it was really a tiger's eye.
"How? What kind of bird guest officer gives you money, can our grandfather lose your eldest son? β
Xiao Er saw this battle, and knew in his heart that it was not good, afraid that these people had a background, and if they didn't get it right, they would cause trouble for their own family, so they quickly lowered their heads a little lower, and smiled even more salivating, "Look at what you said, the small one is to open a shop and do business, where can you say that you don't make money, only these camels are ready-made in the small family, so you see, if you stay overnight tonight, the little ones will go out to give you a few more uncles to learn a few good camels back." Do you think that will happen? β
"You ......" Someone was about to step forward and grab him by the collar, Xiao Er was so frightened that he retreated straight, seeing that he was about to enter the hall, and finally the people inside were also alarmed.
As soon as the window of the hut on the second floor opened, there was a squeaky sound that made people's teeth ache, these big men looked up, and sure enough, they saw a faint shadow of a person in the window, although it was a dirt bun-like look, but it was difficult to hide the graceful demeanor, especially the pair of eyes, the water spirit was very weird, and it made people indulge in it and couldn't extricate themselves.
She was a beautiful woman, and she leaned out of the window and glanced at the big men, which was not really a look, because she was just skimming them with the whites of her eyes. Whether she saw it or not, no one knows.
"What are you doing there, duckling?" The beauty spoke, calling her own running boy.
Xiao Er scratched his head in embarrassment and responded, "Hey, shopkeeper, this is coming." β
A big man at the head raised his eyebrows a little playfully, why, this woman who looks weak is actually the innkeeper on the edge of this desert?