"Don't look at some people who are usually stuffy, but there are a lot of inner activities........" Anne walked upstairs in a broken thought, their room was in the innermost part of the second floor, and when he was halfway there, he was stopped by a voice.

"The little guy over there...... Ahem......."

Anne searched for it, and there was an old woman lying on the floor in a room with an open door that he had just passed, and he looked around again, and he was alone in the corridor, so it must have been called him.

"Old lady, do you call me?" Anne leaned against the door, did not enter the house, whether it was on the road or not, it was taboo to help the old lady, Anne stood at the door sensibly.

"Yes, little brother, the slave family accidentally fell, the crutches rolled over there, and I couldn't stand up, can you help me pick up the crutches?" the old woman trembled and pointed to a crutch at the door.

"Uh......." Anne rubbed her chin, can she help or not? It would be disgusting if it sticks to her hands, but Anne is still a little kind, and she is tangled in the doorway.

"What are you doing here, little handsome guy?" a voice sounded behind Anne, and it turned out to be the proprietress Taylor.

"Well, this old man has fallen, and I'm hesitating to help her. Anne gestured inside.

"Little bastard, what are you thinking?" Taylor glanced at Anne and walked into the house quickly.

"Miss Nightbell, are you alright?" Taylor's voice remained soft.

"It's okay to be old, but it's old...... the old woman's voice sounded, and she had been helped to the bed by Taylor.

"In my heart, Miss Nightbell will always be young and beautiful. Taylor gently combed the old man's loose hair, took the towel beside him, soaked it with water, wrung it out, and wiped the dust on the old woman's body.

"Come on, I still know what I look like, just look at the little brother's eyes over there. The old woman smiled and looked at Anne at the door.

"Yes, people have to serve the old, you know, so care about how tired you are. Anne spread her hands and picked up her cigarette.

"Hahaha...... Ahem........" The old man laughed too.

"Why do you keep calling her Miss, you have to call her an aunt or something?" asked Anne to Taylor.

"Miss Nightbell was a famous cabaret in Broomeshire, and the people who came to see her filled the town, and she was a famous beauty in the Irving Empire. Taylor gently massaged the old woman's shoulder.

"What are you talking about, the slave family is just a sick bad old woman. The old man patted Taylor's hand lightly with his wrinkled hand, and walked up to Anne on crutches, and gave a salute, at least thirty or forty years ago, and the old woman could only be a little awkward as she was now.

"The slave family doesn't have an official name, only the alias left on the Fengyue Field back then, the nightbell. ”

"Hello, my name is Annie. When Anne saw that someone had taken the initiative to greet him, he had to be polite.

"Little brother is really handsome, if the slave family is forty years younger, they may pursue you......." Nightbell looked at Anne, and there was a slight light in his eyes.

"Aha....... Haha......." Anne laughed dryly, he couldn't see at all how the little old lady in front of him, whose body had shrunk to less than one meter six because of old age, was a famous beauty back then.

"It's a pity that you are less manly than him, little brother you are more like a girl........." Nightbell sighed softly, leaning on crutches, slowly walked past Anne, and then slowly disappeared from Anne's field of vision, leaving behind the unknown ballad she hummed softly.

"This old lady has a story....... "Anne smelled the gossip of dog blood.

"Of course, there is a story, Miss Nightbell is the person our generation admires and yearns for the most. Taylor walked over to Anne and gently closed the door of the nightbell.

"Woo, I'm kind of wondering. Anne followed Taylor with a cigarette stick in her mouth.

"It's better for a child not to inquire about this, and ........," the proprietress stopped and turned to look at Anne.

"Especially boys, you are still so handsome......." The proprietress was still gentle and generous, she looked Anne up and down a few times, then patted his head gently, and then left the second floor after speaking, leaving Anne in place and messy.

"How is this like when my aunt coaxed me?" Somehow the feeling of a generation is ........" Anne pouted, turned back to her room, and before she reached the door, she happened to meet the willow leaves that had been cleaned up, and the two went downstairs together.

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"How was your night's rest?" Tamir asked a few people, and after breakfast Anne and the others arrived at the door of Tamir's tavern, just in time to meet him walking out.

"Place was nice and we weren't charged for our accommodation yet. Vera nodded.

"Is it better to live or not, what I am most curious about is what is the relationship between you and the proprietress ?" Anne swallowed a cigarette and threw Tamir an ambiguous look.

"What does it matter?" said Tamir, confused.

"Load, keep loading. Anne patted her uncle on the shoulder, with an expression that a man understands.

"Huh?" Tamir continued to bewilder.

"The hostess....... Hey, what are you pulling me for......" Anne was pulled aside by Vera before she could finish speaking.

"Don't talk about some of the things that are not there. Vera pressed her finger to Anne's mouth and gave Anne a roll of the eye.

"Hmm. Anne obediently shut up, mainly to give Vera the face of the white eyes, and the white eyes of the cold big sister also have a different taste.

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To be continued

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