Qingcheng stood in front of the counter, the soft wattle in his right hand gently against the counter, everything was like the scene three years ago. The sunlight outside the window shone in through the door curtain and scattered on her, and the shopkeeper squinted his eyes at her, and for a moment, he smiled and said, "It's you, girl!" ”

Qingcheng smiled slightly and didn't speak again.

"The shop has been open for more than ten years, and only the girl has been an Emei thorn alone, it's still such a good thing, how can you not remember!" The shopkeeper looked at Qingcheng with a smile, lest she want to redeem the old things, and hurriedly added: "You pawned death at that time!" Death can't be redeemed! ”

"I know that." Qingcheng had some complicated and indescribable thoughts, and he didn't know why he still stepped here, so after thinking about it, he could only ask softly: "Those eyebrows are thorny...... Are you still here today? ”

"Hehe, the girl came by chance, and it wasn't by chance." The shopkeeper sold a pass.

"What do you mean by that?" Qingcheng was a little puzzled.

"Wait a minute!" The shopkeeper put down these words and went into the room, and after a while, he came out with a brocade box, and replied with a smile: "At that time, the girl signed Emei to death, and then there was a suitable buyer, and the small shop was sold." However, a year ago, a son suddenly inquired about its whereabouts, and knew that it was from a small shop, so he asked for a high price. ”

The shopkeeper sighed as he spoke: "It has already been sold, and it is not easy for the small shop to redeem it again." And the buyer is a pseudonym, and the store doesn't know which customer it is. Who knew that in May this year, the buyer was short of money, and took the Emei thorn back and bet on it. The shop took the opportunity to persuade and bought it back at the original price, and was about to sell it to the son! ”

After listening to the shopkeeper's words, Qingcheng had already guessed who the son who was looking for Emei Thorn was, and he also had the intention to avoid him, so he replied: "It's okay, I'm just passing by here today to have a look." Now that Emei Thorn has a buyer, it will not delay your business. ”

"Thank you girl for understanding the difficulties of the shop!" The shopkeeper was obviously relieved, and smiled again: "Coincidentally, that boy just sent someone to pass the word this morning, saying that he would come to pick up the goods after noon." ”

After noon? Isn't that the right time? Qingcheng didn't want to bump into him, so he said goodbye: "In this case, I won't delay your business." ”

"Green ...... Sister, if you want to redeem these Emei thorns, maybe ...... I can think of a way. Nie Xingyi had never spoken, but at this moment, he suddenly said so. He saw it very clearly on the side, although Qingcheng did not mean to redeem the pair of Emei thorns, but in her expression and between her words, there was a sense of concern.

If this was really her old thing, he thought it should be redeemed. Besides, it wasn't that hard for him.

But Qingcheng didn't think so, and hurriedly refused: "Thank you." However, since I had staked death, I had no intention of redeeming it. I really happened to pass by today. ”

Nie Xingyi had never seen her make Emei thorns, and couldn't help but think of her sassy and heroic posture, and said with a smile: "Didn't you use Emei thorns in the past?" Won't you use it in the future? It's better to redeem it and keep a souvenir. ”

"Let's not embarrass the shopkeeper." Qingcheng insisted on refusing.

Nie Xingyi saw that she had a firm attitude, and she didn't want to say anything more, so she decided to operate this matter privately.

Qingcheng thanked him again, pondered for a moment, and then instructed the shopkeeper: "Please don't mention ...... to that prince today."

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound from the bead curtain at the door, and then a man in brocade had walked in.

It's Nie Xingji.