Forty years of dreams, the people of West Street are old and dazzled.

This is a poem written by a down-and-out poet who is not very famous in the mortal world, is it Yu Xiaolou or a low-cultivation person, born to treat mortals in order to sharpen his Taoist heart, and seek opportunities to listen to the down-and-out poet in a brothel.

He thought it was interesting, and the poet was even more interesting.

is obviously so depressed that he even goes to a brothel to find those people who have a penny and a penny, but he still has to put a pot of hot wine on the table, and the ** who is wearing heavy makeup to cover up the flower face that is no longer old and in his prime, you come and go, push the cup and change the lamp, and want to talk very happily.

Even such an ugly thing about visiting the kiln has a unique taste when it comes out of his mouth,

The joy of sensuality, in exchange for the pleasure of the soul, is only a matter of three or two dollars with me, but with her is poetic and interesting.

Why don't you come!

At that time, Yu Xiaolou didn't understand, was it necessary to say so sour about a few taels of silver?

But now he understands!

The problem is not about money, the down-and-out poet won't do anything else but go to the kiln.

But he wrote down that poem, and it couldn't be more appropriate for himself at this moment.

Two or three plainly dressed guys in the shop, their eyes squinted a few times from time to time, and they looked at the person who was holding a surprisingly large cigarette stick in Litang's mouth.

"Hey, have you heard? Zhongzhou is here again, saying that he wants the shopkeeper to go back."

The guy standing next to him glanced at him disdainfully and said, "What are you worried about? How many times have people come to Zhongzhou, have you seen the shopkeeper out of this courtyard?"

"That's right!"

"Oh"

He touched his head as if he remembered something, and sneakily glanced back and continued: "Eh, I heard that we have been here for hundreds of years? I heard that it has been more than three hundred years!"

The guy who was squatting in the corner and mopping the floor lit up when he heard this, and joined in.

"I know this! Our shopkeeper used to be a famous monk in Zhongzhou, but since I came to this burial dragon city three hundred years ago, I don't know why, I won't leave if I say anything.

He hung his head and put the rag in his hand on the ground and complained: "I have wiped the tables, chairs and benches for hundreds of years, if it continues like this, when will it be a head?"

"yes!"

The person who spoke first sighed with the most feeling, looked at the two people next to him and said: "Dude, you are different from me, you are a slave in the coat! At least you still have hope, and I am a traitor, if the shopkeeper is still like this, I will only be a gatekeeper until I die."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and stopped talking, and quickly left as if in response to the man's self-pity.

Yes, how can a seller be qualified to talk to himself!

Yu Xiaolou has spent more than 300 years in this small shop, doing nothing every day, leisurely.

But not only did he not feel a trace of boredom, but he still occupied the position of the shopkeeper and sat in the back hall every day, not doing anything, nor doing business, but just holding his surprisingly large smoking gun and pumping it to himself.

No one knows what's going on in his mind.

But at the beginning of the morning, before the guys woke up, he opened the first business in hundreds of years since he came to this shop.

The person who came was also the person he didn't expect, but expected.

Quiet

He and Ruoyou have known each other for three hundred years, but they haven't seen each other for two hundred years.

Yu Xiaolou knew that she would come to her, Yu Xiaolou loved her, she knew it.

Twelve years ago, Yu Xiaolou heard that Lan Xian, who was buried in Dragon City, could not go out of retreat, so he tried his best to change her from a miscellaneous maid to an idle maid beside Princess Lan Xian who was in retreat.

Yu Xiaolou knows that no matter how much she does, she will never fall in love with herself.

She loves to be a woman!

It's ridiculous, a woman is in love with a woman!

Yu Xiaolou hung his head and thought about it and decided, it was better to do the murder by himself.

He remembered the poem, the dream has been broken for forty years, and the people of West Street are dazzled by their dreams.

For myself, it's just a matter of time.

He got up and deliberately shook off the gray robe on his body, drew a cigarette gun and took a few puffs, and spit out a big puff of cigarette drunk.

A kind of cigarette mixed with falling moon red and drunken incense, let alone smoking, even if you smell it, you will faint.

Falling Moon Red and Drunken Incense are poisonous, a kind of poison that is almost deadly, but if these two are mixed, it is another taste, which is also a taste that only Yu Xiaolou knows.

Yu Xiaolou was very intoxicated with the taste of tobacco that he had created, or if he died, he would only lose the taste of his heart!

A woman falls in love with a woman, he didn't feel anything strange before, in his impression, the lord of the southern land of Cangyue is a woman, but people don't still take concubines and marry wives.

But when this kind of thing happened to him, it was extremely strange and helpless, he really didn't think that he would encounter this kind of thing, and it happened to a woman he loved so much that he couldn't extricate himself.

But no matter what, how can you forget if you fall in love?

If you can't get it, and you can't forget it, then feel free to stay close to her.

This is what Yu Xiaolou said to himself, the most honest and helpless words.

Yu Xiaolou looked at the knife hanging on the wall, which had not been unsheathed for hundreds of years, and was covered with dust, and there was a surprising firmness in his eyes, and there was no trace of fear of agreeing to that person.

took off the knife and said slowly: "Remnant Feng, I have really wronged you all these years"

As a monk, it has become a great shame that he has never killed anyone.

He didn't dare not listen to Ruoyu's words.

Yu Xiaolou knew who he was going to kill, Ruoyou told him, he had seen it too, he was not familiar with it, but he must not be able to beat it.

He knew that this was going to die, and he stroked the long-hanging knife in his hand and smiled.

Gu Zi said: "You, you, it's not good to fall in love with anyone! It's over, people have finally come to you for help after waiting for so long.

It's a pity, it's a murderous job."

Yu Xiaolou carried the knife called the remnant blade, and walked out of the gate for the first time at noon that day.

That's right.

His shop is called "Eyeedge"