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If you talk about living the most stable life in Linjiang City now, it is Song Meng, who is the 'guilty man'. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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A small noodle stall requires him to spend all his time running it. You have to get up very early in the morning, make noodles, light a fire, and boil water. When the water boiled, he had to set up the tables and chairs and polish them, and only then would the Tom wake up and teach him how to make the secret soup. When everything is ready, I go to buy fresh vegetables, wash them, remove the leaves, and wait to put them in the pot with the noodle soup.

Finally, all this was done, and before Song Meng could take a breath, the guest came to the door.

I get up before dawn and am busy until the sun goes down, and I still need to send away a few guests who are lying on the table and don't want to leave, so that I can clean up and go to rest.

He found that nothing in the world was more attractive than the damp, thin bed in front of him, which would crawl over a few small insects from time to time, and he could even moan comfortably as long as he lay on it.

Tired, no need to think, no need to play with life, there is no iron and blood in the past, only the fragrant noodle soup in front of you.

He wondered at first why so many people came to eat the food at this stall, it obviously didn't look very clean. It's also because of the large number of people that he is so tired. But after eating it a few times, he found that he also liked this noodle soup, as if he couldn't eat enough in his life, not that it was too delicious, on the contrary, the taste was a little bland, and he couldn't say anything 'good', but he just couldn't get tired of eating it.

He also wondered why Tom didn't make the stall bigger, and even make a big shop, and hire some men when the time came, and save only him such a coolie.

The last thing that puzzled him was that before...... This busy stall doesn't have its own, it's all Tom alone, he ...... How could he have done so many things? Obviously, he felt so tired in the prime of life.

And Tomber's explanation of all this is only one sentence: "I am used to it, I don't want to change." ”

Today is the same, Song Meng put away the last bench, shook his futon, and was thinking about when to go to the mountain to get some soft hay to continue inside, when he saw Tang Bozheng sitting there alone facing the city gate in a daze.

Song Meng was very curious, in the past, this old man always left a lot of work for himself and ran to sleep, what happened today?

"Uncle Tang, why don't you go to bed yet? ”

Song Meng's current style has long since lost the appearance of the previous soldier, except for the huge scar on his face, he looks more like a person in the market.

As if he had just woken up from a dream, Tom turned his head in astonishment, then smiled awkwardly, but sighed again, looked at the direction of the city gate and said, "I didn't expect you to adapt to such a life very quickly." ”

Song Meng saw that Uncle Tang wanted to chat, so he leaned over and sat down, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Uncle Tang thinks that I can't live such a life?"

Before he could finish speaking, Tom asked strangely, "This is a hard time?" and then smiled: "Hehe, for you people, this is really a hard life." But for me, it's really interesting to set up a stall at the gate of this city, welcoming so many customers every day, most of them have met once, and maybe they won't see a second time in their lives, but they will still tell me the story of their lives to this strange old man...... Hehe, I've always wanted to make this stall well, it's really difficult, I can't make any money for a while, and I always despair, and I want to close this stall. ”

Tombo's eyes fell into memory, and he said a little confused: "That day was also such a night, not as late as now, but the moon is also so beautiful." I was about to close the stall, I guess it won't open tomorrow, go back to my hometown to farm, but at this time two guests came, I said at the time that the stall was closed, not to do, but the maid is really convincing, her eyes are very good-looking, very gentle, but also very dangerous, she said that her young master is hungry, want to eat something, hot is the best. I felt that with this simple reason, she had the momentum to poke a hole in the sky, and to find a hot bite to eat, old man, I really rarely meet this kind of person, I thought it was really funny, so I made a bowl for them, anyway, I didn't make it delicious, but the heat was enough. The young master...... Hehe, I have never seen that kind of down-and-out young master in Linjiang City, and I have never seen that kind of death-like vicissitudes in the eyes of a person who is less than ten years old...... Maybe it was what happened to them that night, old man, I don't know, I only know that the young master actually liked my noodle soup very much, he said something delicious, and left, without giving money. ”

Tang Bo laughed softly, and laughed for a while before continuing: "The next day the maid came and gave me a pack of strange things, saying that the soup was really bad, but it should be made delicious, because the young master said it was delicious." Hehe, that tone, as if the young master only said that the sky was black, the maid was going to extinguish the sun...... Hehe, what an interesting person. But that kind of thing is really amazing, as long as you add a little bit to the noodle soup, a pot of noodles will become delicious, and it will also make the business of my little stall slowly better. They always came to visit, but the young master rarely came in person, and asked the maid to buy it, of course, I don't know if she forgot or what, she always didn't give money. ”

The more Song Meng listened, the more strange he felt, and he couldn't help but ask, "That young master, that's what asked me to come here...... That one?"

Tom laughed, "Who else but him could do such a strange thing......?"

Tom squinted at the sky, the moonlit sky.

"The east gate of Linjiang City, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in the past year, ...... Maybe more. There are ordinary people, there are big officials and rich people, and there are also those cultivators who come and go, but ...... After so many years, he is the only one who has seen through and seen clearly...... I've only said one thing to him for so long, and it's he who says, and I listen, and it's just the word 'delicious'. But the old man thinks he's my only confidant in the world......"

After pondering for a long time, Tang Bo turned his head and smiled: "Old man, am I quite strange?"

Song Meng looked at him in astonishment, he didn't know what was going on with Uncle Tang today, he felt that he knew Uncle Tang very well, but today ...... He felt that the other party was so unfamiliar, as if he had never seen each other, and the Tang Bo in front of him suddenly seemed to be not the weird-tempered old man who would tell him every day to 'boil the pot on high heat and simmer on low heat'.

At this moment, Tomber stood up, patted his buttocks, hunched his back and staggered towards the city gate, and at the same time, the city gate, which had been closed long ago, quietly opened, and more than forty people quietly rushed in from the city gate, with a heavy murderous intent......

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