Three quarters in the hour.

The pale yellow sycamore flowers were blown off the branches and buds by the wind, and happened to land next to Aunt Wang's cage.

Aunt Wang picked it up, and couldn't help but look up at the plane tree above her head.

Under the sun, the green leaves and sycamore flowers are like falling on them, and they are crossed with a layer of golden warm light, which looks translucent and pleasant, and when the wind blows, it is shaky, and it attracts the light and shadow of the bluestone streets and alleys below.

"Yan Shaoxia." Aunt Wang was still carefully pinching the flowers in her hands, while calling the man who was holding the snack box with some difficulty, "Do you want to eat something?" ”

"No, I'm not hungry yet...... Yan Nanfeng replied with a smile, suddenly, his face was stunned, his face froze, and he looked back bitterly, "Auntie, do you want me to ...... too?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Aunt Wang neatly pick up two buns with oiled paper, wrap them, and come over and hand them to him.

He smiled a little apologetically.

"This is what Mr. wanted, we are really busy now, and I want Mr. to eat steaming hot, so I have to bother you to send it."

"Want? And what did the man want? Yan Nanfeng frowned, glanced at the small building that was already surrounded by people not far away, and suddenly felt helpless.

Sure enough, with her back to the curious diners who were listening, Aunt Wang couldn't help but say quietly with three points of admiration.

"Earlier, Mr. instructed me that if a sycamore leaf fell next to my cage at three o'clock, then Mr. would want to eat wontons in the morning - if this is the case, we will not bother Yan Shaoxia to help deliver it. Just ......"

She paused and looked at the sycamore flower in her hand, "This is a flower, Mr. just wants to eat steamed buns." ”

The people behind suddenly started to talk about it.

"This man really does everything he can to do it."

Hearing this, Yan Nanfeng couldn't help sighing, "I'm so lazy, I don't know why I always like to join in the fun." ”

"Aunt Wang, I'll give you the money for this bun later." He reluctantly clutched the oil-paper bag, carefully held the snack box, and said loudly.

Aunt Wang, who had already walked back to her shop, responded with a smile, "No need, Mr. has already paid for a month's breakfast." ”

Yan Nanfeng was stunned, and then shook his head speechlessly.

This man...... I could have stayed in that shabby house for a month.

……

The "broken house" is crowded with outsiders.

Whether it is the Jianghu people who have come from other places to admire the daimyo for a long time, or the local people who want to calculate the recent fortune, they all probe their brains one by one, trying to see something at the door, or hear something from inside.

However, there was no movement behind the door, and even if there were many people, no matter how annoyed the squeezed dignitaries were, they didn't dare to make a heavy complaint.

"Is the gentleman up?"

Some people are puzzled.

"Get up, this is waiting for breakfast, presumably after eating, you will be in the mood to let us go in one by one." Among them, there are also people who understand Mr. Miaobi's temperament.

"Early food?" The official master couldn't wait for a long time, and when he saw the fragrant shop in the distance, he beckoned the little guy and was ready to ask someone to bring a gift to Mr., but was hurriedly stopped by his subordinates.

"Sir." Facing the official who was a little displeased, the subordinate laughed with him, but still said the words, "Master, even if you have such good intentions, you don't know whether Mr. Miaobi wants to eat or doesn't want to eat at the moment, and even if he wants to eat breakfast, what he is willing to eat." ”

Seeing that the official master's expression was slightly paused, the subordinate continued to curry favor.

"Mr. Miaobi has great powers, everything has been arranged in advance, and we don't have to worry about these trivial matters."

As soon as he said this, he heard a small voice shouting around him, "Morning food is coming, morning food is coming." ”

I saw a man holding three food boxes, and holding the oiled paper bag with two knuckles in his hand, and walked over slowly little by little.

Facing the red wooden door that was not locked but no one dared to push it, he gently pushed it and entered.

Although the courtyard is very small, and the wall is so delicate and lovely that it can't even cover the attic behind it, the portraits on it are beautifully carved and subtle, and you can see at a glance that there is a master craftsman.

Yan Nanfeng didn't look at it, and walked around the wall with a light car, and directly raised his voice.

"I'm here to bring you breakfast."

After another pause, listening to the sound of the red wooden door gently closing behind, he didn't care about the surprised comments of the people outside, at least Yan Nanfeng, who got the news, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and resigned himself to holding the food box around the garden in front of him, and walked to the pavilion behind.

……

The scenery here in the early morning is unique.

Not only can you hear the crisp birdsong, but you can also enjoy the rare flowers from various regions that are carefully tended under the loft.

- It's always been a mystery for him.

This Mr. Miaobi is too lazy to wish that the bones are not long, and he is directly paralyzed on the soft collapse, how can he have such leisure to clean up and tidy up these precious things.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to figure it out.

Probably since he met this gentleman, he has also been infected with the other party's usual lazy habits - as if he has been running for a living since he was a child, so he has the illusion of having time to rest now.

He walked to the third floor, he could feel the cool breeze on the summer day carrying the fragrance of flowers, passing through the hall, his footsteps paused slightly, looked down at the heads of people gathered outside the door below, and then turned his eyes to the trivial hustle and bustle of the Chunxiang Building not far from the left, vines and flowers, and some beautiful women with shadows in the window.

Beauty, great view.

The man is lightly sunned, and the scenery here is really good.

The fourth floor is where Mr. Miaobi often stays, and when you open the door, you can see that it is crowded and dim, and there is no neat and orderly appearance under the attic.

If an outsider comes to see it, he will be surprised - he never imagined that the house where the famous Mr. Miaobi lives would be so messy.

There were no imaginary books, only some things scattered around the street, and even the seals scooped up from the palace in the unknown place, as well as several swords from the Sword Forge Villa.

The owner of the partial life didn't even look at it, and even when he came, he just turned his back to him and said, "Feel free to find a place to put it down, and you can leave if you have nothing to do." ”

Get.

He shook his head, set the food box aside, and saw that the man on the other side was leaning at the table, holding the paper in one hand and lighting the candle, and throwing it into the porcelain basin.

The light of the fire that lit on the ground suddenly illuminated the face of the girl who casually pulled her black hair into her hair.

Apricot eyes Mingren, snow skin and flowers.

If it's not Mr. Wonderful Pen, who can it be?