Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 22 That Girl (I)

If spring is the beginning of the year, winter is the end of the year.

At the end of the year, like the end of a person's life, if you want to feel the feeling of dying old age, it has to be winter to give people the strongest feeling, or winter compared with people at the end of life, the similarity is that it is white, the difference is that winter will come, and the end of life is difficult to come again.

It was snowing again, and it covered the whole city again, and dyed the world into a white world.

Snow was falling again, and the streets that had just been swept were covered again.

To the southwest of the city was a tavern, where the new wine tricks were hunting in the cold wind, and white frost had already formed on them.

Two thick curtains hung at the door of the hotel, keeping the cold winter wind and snow out, and an old man with a hunched back, wearing a tattered felt hat and a tattered sheepskin coat, came to this tavern against the cold wind.

His cheeks, which were covered with vicissitudes, were stained with water after the ice and snow had melted, and frost had already formed on the messy stubble.

As if he was afraid of freezing his hands, he didn't even lift the curtain, and directly opened the curtain with the top of his head, bringing the wind and snow into the tavern, so that the guests who were sitting in the tavern and drowsy suddenly felt a cold wind.

A few of them had already cursed in whispers.

It was warm in the tavern, with a fireplace burning on each of the four walls, and the flames were blazing, giving off a scorching heat.

"Young man, may I sit with you?" the old man asked, looking at a weak scholar with a salivating face.

"Get out!" the scholar who seemed to be weak scolded angrily without looking back.

The old man walked away and found a second table.

Who would have thought that before he walked to the table, he was glared at by the three people sitting at the table, and one of them even pulled out the sword standing next to the table by three inches.

The old man, as if embarrassed, rubbed his stiff cheek with his dry palm, and then passed through the disgusted gazes and whispered expletives, and finally sat down at a table near the fireplace.

On the other side of the table sat a boy, dressed in a white fur coat, with a grim face, and there was no childishness on his face that should be seen at this age.

The boy was drinking, and he felt a little funny when he drank, and he poured the piping hot wine from the jug into his glass, and then put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and he would not drink it until a long time, every glass, without exception.

The old man took off his tattered felt hat, revealing hair that was even dirtier than his beard. He shook his head thinking he was very chic, and the dust on his head suddenly scattered.

A few people sitting around hurriedly hid to the side, cursing incessantly.

The boy stretched out a palm and covered the glass.

"Hey, hey. The old man grinned.

The boy lifted the flask again and poured a glass of wine, and the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of peach blossoms, which permeated the surroundings and penetrated into the old man's nostrils.

The boy picked up the glass of wine again and sniffed it softly on the tip of his nose.

The old man snatched the flask that the boy had placed beside him, and poured it up.

A few people around who seemed to be literati frowned, pointing to this side, and from time to time they said things like "rude" and "insulting".

The boy didn't seem to care about anything when he smelled the wine, as if all he had in his eyes was wine.

"Hmm... Ah......h

The old man smashed his mouth and said: "There is nothing good in the rivers and lakes, and the wine is okay, this year's peach blossom brew is really good!"

The boy drank the wine, put down a dozen copper plates on the table, got up and left his seat, walked towards the door, lifted the curtain, and disappeared into the snow.

"Little Er, let's have another pot of wine, it's just brewed. The old man shouted with a big grin.

Xiao Er hurriedly walked over, looked at the old man suspiciously, looked at the copper coin on the table, and then grabbed the copper coin away.

In fact, a pot of wine has a maximum of eight copper plates......

The old man held his head in his hands, lay lazily on the chair, there was a hint of comfort at the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "The tavern is nothing good, just this kid is okay." ”

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Perhaps for girls, the most favorite and most patient thing is to be a female celebrity.

Of course, this girl is no exception.

In a cloth shop in a relatively prosperous inner city, the boy sat behind the counter and looked out into the back room.

There was a table beside the burning fireplace in the back room, and the girl sat at the table, her slender jade fingers shuttling back and forth on the flower bandage, flowing through the clouds and flowing water, and the line of movement was free, embroidering a splendid peach blossom.

Girls seem to have a unique talent in this aspect of female popularity.

Her female celebrity is also a little famous in this place, and her splendid scenery is deeply loved by the official wife and the rich lady, and she does not hesitate to spend hundreds of taels of silver to beg her for a splendid picture, and thus has formed a lot of good fate, so that those gangsters dare not fight the idea of their own cloth shop.

But girls sell splendid embroidery according to the rules, sometimes a piece of splendid embroidery is not excellent she can ask for a hundred taels of silver, sometimes a piece of embroidered best splendid embroidery she does not take a penny.

Some people call him a kind and generous girl, who is willing to give away the splendid scenery that sells for a hundred taels of silver.

Some people also gave her the title of a stupid loser, and hundreds of taels of splendid beauty were given away in vain!

Maybe they don't understand, or maybe they don't want to understand at all.

The boy only felt at ease, and the girl eventually came out of the shadows and lived the life she wanted.

Perhaps life should have been gone, but the boy was still faintly uneasy in his heart, and he didn't know where this uneasiness came from, perhaps from the ruined temple where the statue of the god had collapsed in the early spring of that year......

He wants to earn more money, rich than the country's money!

Only when you have money can others listen to you, only when others are willing to listen to you can you be considered powerful, and only when you have power can you protect the people you want to protect!

Business has been getting better and better in the past two years than in previous years, just because the empire has dug canals that just flow through the city, so that many other good goods from far-flung places can be transported here, and sometimes some precious sea goods will also flow through here.

This has also made the city more and more prosperous. In the future, business will only get better and better, so the boy is not worried about not having the opportunity to make a big difference.

"Little boss......

A rugged male voice sounded outside the shop, and then a tall, strong man entered, with a strong smell of saltiness, a sailor's hat, an old leather waistcoat, and a pair of knee-length trousers.

The man's face was as rough as his voice, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his face was full of flesh.

But now he was smiling, and in his right hand he was holding three frozen fish that had been threaded with a thread.

Seeing this man, the boy stood up with a smile.

The man sent the fish forward, and the boy took it.

"How is the little boss doing business lately?" the man said.

The boy laughed, "It's okay." ”

The man looked inside the room and said with a smile: "Miss Yun'er is being a female celebrity again." ”

The boy laughed, "yes." Come in and sit down, there's a hot wine. ”

The man waved his hand and said, "No, there is a large number of seafood here today, and I have to hurry to unload it." ”

The boy asked, "Is there any good goods?"

The man glanced left and right, approached the boy, and whispered, "There is a batch of fine silk, but the trader doesn't seem to know the market here, and the price of that batch of silk is set very low." ”

The boy's eyes lit up, and he arched his hand and said, "Thank you, brother, I will invite you to drink at the Taibai Restaurant another day." ”

The man smiled: "A word is a certainty." Then I'll go first, so I won't bother you. ”

The boy arched his hand and smiled, "Go slowly." ”

When the man left, the boy shouted at the top of his voice: "Ye Yidao!"

"Here, what a noise!" A domineering female voice sounded, shaking the dust on the beams of the room to the ground, and also making the needle and thread in the girl's hand fall in the wrong place, and the girl had to shake her head and smile helplessly.

The owner of the antique shop next door was complaining again: "When will this crazy girl stop babbling?"

Of course, this is just to think about it, if the "crazy girl" hears it, it is estimated that he will not have to open this antique shop.

Since this "girl" came, the owner of the antique shop has suffered heavy losses, and the antiques dare not be placed too high, and they dare not go over to scold, and the painful experience of the first scolding is still replaying in his mind.

A strong, well-proportioned figure walked out of the suite of the cloth shop. It was a woman, yes, a woman! If I hadn't heard her voice, I would never have thought it was a woman!

I saw that this woman was not shorter than the man who had just left, and the most eye-catching thing was her two arms, although they were covered by clothes, but the clothes could not hide the knotted muscles. No one would doubt that those two arms could strangle the man just now!

It's a pity that her two arms are not worthy of her well-proportioned body.

She had a broadknife hanging from her waist, and the scabbard alone was more than an inch thick, and it was not difficult to imagine how thick and heavy the knife in the sheath was.

Look at her face again, but men and women, those two sword eyebrows are like two rare swords residing on her forehead and refusing to leave.

Her eyes were as bright as comets, as if nothing in the world could escape her eyes, the bridge of her nose was like a bulging mountain, giving people a sense of indestructibility, her red lips were not thin or thick, she could make anyone who wanted to speak speechless for a while, and her face was full of pride!

Her hair was not tied up with a hairpin, but scattered in the back, which made her look even more heroic.

If she was dressed in red, how many heroes in the world might be shy. If she wears men's clothes, all the girls in the world can abandon their lovers. But she was wearing pajamas at this time, and she looked indecent.

The boy was defeated immediately, and he would never be able to compare to this woman, but he couldn't help but slander in his heart, who was the noisier?

Ye Yidao walked to the door of the inner room, leaned on the door frame, and looked at the boy's somewhat restless expression with a sneering gaze.

The boy didn't know how many times he had seen this face, but every time he saw it, he couldn't help but be shy, and this time was no exception.

Ye Yidao held the handle of the knife with his left hand, looked at the boy with squints, and said in a playful voice: "You want to go out?"

The boy licked his lips, which were a little dry from nervousness, and said, "Yes... Be. ”

Ye Yidao hugged the boy's shoulders fiercely, squeezed his body hard, and then lowered his head and threatened in the boy's ear: "Old rules, old daughter red, do you hear it!? If you dare to forget ...... again this time?"

Ye Yidao squinted at the girl in the back room, her eyes were full of ill intentions, and she smiled: "Hey, hey, hey......"

The boy, who had not yet begun to fall in love, was blushed by her action, and said repeatedly: "Hey... Hey..."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Ye Yidao let go of the boy.

The freed boy rushed out of the door, not wanting to stay longer.

Ye Yidao clasped his hands to his chest and said with a bad taste: "It's still interesting to flirt with men." ”

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The cold air roamed between his chest and abdomen, which made the boy's restless blood cool down instantly.

He couldn't help but think of the morning when he met Ye Yidao......

(To be continued...... ）