Drunken Immortal Building.

The little girl went into the backyard and looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting lazily on a recliner drinking.

"Boss, I caught up with Miss Liu, but all the braised pork she brought was sold to pilgrims. She said she would come back tomorrow and bring us some later. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at him lazily: "Just let people go to the pilgrims to buy it." ”

The little guy flattened his mouth: "The owner, the pilgrims have been fighting with us all the time, and we used to buy braised meat, isn't it a disguised admit." ”

The middle-aged man pinched a peanut and threw it on the little guy's head with great precision: "Stupid, is face important, or is it important to buy braised meat for the owner to drink?" ”

The little guy rubbed his forehead and muttered: "It's important to buy braised pork for the owner to drink." ”

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, shook the chaise longue, squinted his eyes and lifted the flask to take another sip.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear footsteps, and his eyes opened a slit.

Seeing that the little guy was still standing there, he pouted and looked indignant. The middle-aged man picked up another peanut and smashed it on the little guy's forehead, smashing it so that the little guy grinned, but he laughed.

"Not yet!"

"Go, go, go!"

The little guy hurriedly responded, didn't dare to delay any longer, and ran out while muttering.

The middle-aged man glanced at his back, held the wine jug in one hand and held it up in front of his eyes, and the wine fell into his mouth in a line.

He hummed a song, his other hand tapping lightly on the armrest, a relaxed and lazy look.

This kind of behavior made Liu Qingyue's doubts go a little more.

Looking at the appearance of this middle-aged man, she doesn't look like a person who is chasing fame and fortune by any means, maybe her previous thoughts were really preconceived and misunderstood the owner of the Drunken Immortal Building.

After hesitating for a while, Liu Qingyue drove the carriage to the Drunken Immortal Building.

The man came out and greeted him warmly: "Guest officer, please inside, leave the carriage to me, and promise to take care of your horse properly!" ”

Liu Qingyue handed the reins to the man and walked in.

There were less than thirty percent of the guests sitting in the hall, and she didn't stop, but walked directly through the hall and towards the small courtyard at the back.

Her posture was too natural, and the guys who went back and forth either didn't pay attention, or were stunned for a moment after seeing her, and actually let her go out the back door smoothly and into the small courtyard in the back.

A guy reacted: "Hey, guest officer, the back is where we live, it's inconvenient to go in, please stay!" ”

As he spoke, he caught up.

It's just that Liu Qingyue walked in with brisk steps.

The small courtyard was boxy, and the middle-aged man was still leaning on the recliner, his hands beating lightly, and his eyes were not raised.

Liu Qingyue stopped, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a subtle voice in her ears.

Only then did she realize that the sound of babbling and singing came from somewhere, and it reached the small courtyard, faintly smelling, with a bit of lingering smell.

She paused and listened.

The little song came faintly, the words were beautiful, and it was quite flavorful to listen to it so quietly.

The guy who chased after him saw that the middle-aged man didn't speak, so he obediently retreated.

Liu Qingyue glanced at the small courtyard, walked to the middle-aged man with light steps, and sat on an idle chair without seeing it at all, crossed Erlang's legs, and beat on his knees with one hand.

That leisurely and lazy posture, as if this was not the back garden of the Drunken Immortal Building, but the garden of her family.

The middle-aged man took a look and sank back into his own world.

Sipping a little wine and beating the beat.

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