Chapter 81 [The Woman in the Alley]

Baihua Lane is not far from the bookstore, there are more than a dozen families living in the long alley, Yuan Lai simply cleaned up, only carried the "Huang Tingjing" in his arms and walked to the entrance of the alley. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

The vendor selling rock sugar gourds at the mouth of the alley was leaning against the tree in a daze, and Yuan Lai slowly walked in front of him, not noticing anything unusual. Baihua Lane is connected to many courtyards by twists and turns, and Yuan Lai starts from the mouth of the alley to the depths of the alley, and there are households on both sides of the alley.

He had no purpose in mind, just walked slowly forward, and when he felt the heat emitted from the Taoist sutra in his arms again, he stopped. He stopped outside a small courtyard, the door was open, and there was a simple sign at the door, which turned out to be a storefront.

Yuan Lai walked into the yard with some surprise, and looked at it and saw the furnishings in the yard clearly, this is a yard that sells food, Xu is the owner of the courtyard has changed his yard into a storefront for his livelihood, but the courtyard is hidden in the deep alley, and the business will not be very good.

There were a few small tables in the open space in the courtyard, but there were not a single customer, and the proprietor, a woman, about thirty or forty years old, came out in a blue-and-white floral apron when he entered.

The woman who smiled softly smiled and asked, "Eat?"

Yuan Lai said with some curiosity: "I didn't expect there to be a storefront in this alley, what are you doing?"

The woman smiled and said, "Some pasta, some side dishes." ”

Yuan Zigu sat on a small table and said with a smile: "It's not noon yet, can you do it?"

"Of course you can do it when you have a guest, what do you eat?" the woman asked with a smile.

Yuan Lai pondered for a while, feeling the heat emanating from the scriptures in his arms, and said quietly: "Is there a clear soup noodle?"

"How many bowls do you want?"

"One bowl is enough, oh yes, add more cilantro. Yuan said, thought about it and added: "Another plate of sauce beef." ”

The woman nodded, and walked towards the stove, which turned out to be open-air, unconcealed.

Yuan Lai sat quietly on the wooden bench, and began to look at this small courtyard, the small courtyard was very clean, there was a tree of unknown species, there were two water tanks under the tree, and a jar of flowers and plants was planted in the courtyard, it was the season when flowers and plants were flourishing, and the flowers were extremely red and bright like a fire, which was particularly eye-catching.

Yuan Lai touched the warm scriptures in his arms, and put his eyes on the woman who was preparing to eat there, the woman looked like a woman who could be seen everywhere in the capital, her appearance was not ugly or very beautiful and handsome, it looked ordinary after all, but Yuan Lai, who had already stepped into the first realm, vaguely felt that this woman was a little unusual with his intuition, but what was different was not said anyway.

Yuan Lai sat on the wooden bench and watched her add water to the pot, add firewood to the stove, roll the reconciled noodles into wisps, and put them into the pot in a burst of mist, the middle-aged woman moved skillfully and seriously, Yuan Lai sat quietly, looked at it, and suddenly realized that it was this simple action of cooking noodles that was unusually smooth and harmonious, rich in a unique beauty.

He couldn't help but be amazed in his heart, when the woman in the blue and white floral apron began to chop vegetables, his feeling was especially strong, the kitchen knife cutting vegetables was an extremely ordinary action, but in her hands there was clearly a wonderful rhythm.

Yuan came to see it for a while, and suddenly felt that it was too quiet, so he said, "How are the usual guests?"

The woman took a wooden spoon and stirred it in the pot, and when she heard this, she smiled and said: "The business in this position is not good if you want to, you can only rely on a few old customers, and it is quite passable." ”

"As the saying goes, the smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, why don't you find a better store?"

"Where can I afford a storefront? It's also very good here, it's clean and worry-free, do you say?" the woman smiled.

Her words were very reasonable, Yuan Lai nodded, and then said, "You can have more guests at noon." ”

"Yes, more. The woman nodded, looking like she had to answer questions, just like the shopkeeper who could be seen in any roadside shop in the capital, but the more ordinary she was, the more Yuan Lai felt that something was wrong, looking at the noodles in the pot being cooked, and looking at a bowl of crystal clear soup noodles in the bowl, Yuan Lai suddenly said: "Yesterday, the entrance assessment of the Northern Sect was over, and today it will be out of the list." ”

Yuan Lai keenly noticed that the woman's busy movements paused slightly, and then smiled: "Don't you know, the list has come out." ”

"Oh?"

"I heard that it was a son surnamed Liu who won the first name, but there is another thing that has been passed on the most. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that two candidates who could win the first place in this assessment actually took the initiative to quit, how strange do you say this is? The shopkeeper said, placing a bowl of clear noodle soup on the young guest's table.

It's very steady, and it doesn't even spill a little noodle soup.

Yuan glanced at her, this glance seemed to surprise the woman a little, paused, Yuan Lai suddenly asked, "Do you have tea?" I want to drink some. ”

The woman nodded, wiped her hands on the blue and white floral dress, and said, "Yes, I'll make you a drink?"

The little young master on the stool shook his head when he heard this, and asked, "Is there any wine?"

"Yes, there is green seedling wine, do you want it?"

Yuan Lai continued to shake his head and said, "I want to drink peach blossom wine, which is called March Peach Blossom sold in Hongbin Building not far from the alley, can you buy a pot for me?"

As he spoke, he took out his money bag and took out a few pieces of gold and silver from it.

It stands to reason that this kind of request is not excessive, in any store there is money is a nobleman, of course the store can not brush off the meaning of the guest, not to mention that Hongbin Building is really not very far from Baihua Lane, and at least a quarter of an hour can do a round trip including drinking.

The woman nodded and said, "Okay, you eat first, and I'll be back immediately." ”

She put away the silver on the table and walked out the door, so that Yuan Lai was the only one left in the courtyard.

Yuan Lai watched the woman go out with some surprise, and couldn't help muttering suspiciously: "Isn't she afraid that I am a thief?" ”

After speaking, he narrowed his eyes and did not move the bowl of noodles, but stood in the courtyard and looked around.

The flowers in the flower bed grow gently, one of the water tanks is covered with a wooden lid, the other is open, the clear spring water in the tank is cool, and one of the pink petals is blown to the surface of the water in the tank by the wind, gently moving, gently rippling.

Yuan Lai silently walked into the closed door of the main hall in the courtyard, the scriptures in his arms were really getting hotter and hotter, he took a deep breath, stood in front of the door and stretched out his hand, and pushed open the wooden door.

The door opened wide in the creak, and the sunlight poured into the room, and the first thing he saw was a painting hanging on the wall, which instantly reminded him of the one in Chen Qingzi's room, the two paintings are different, but the only similarity is that there is a yellow crane in the painting!

He looked at the painting in a daze and stopped, and at this time, a chill suddenly arose, and Yuan Lai suddenly felt a gaze full of chill behind him.

The woman's voice came: "You...... What are you going to do?!"

(In the future, whoever says that he is inspired to drink will scold him, I am so drunk that I can't type, and there is still no flash of inspiration...) )