Han Dongshan was holding a special piece of paper in his hand, it was probably the most special piece of paper in the world, it was snow-white when it was sent, like a piece of unpolluted snowflake, but after being roasted by an oil lamp, it showed a special burnt yellow, like autumn leaves.

The handwriting appeared on the paper, and only Han Dongshan could see it, so the white paper turned into a note.

After reading the note, his brow furrowed, his expression was cloudy, and his eyes moved from the window to the door, and from the door back to the window, back and forth.

At the same time, he was pacing anxiously under his feet, and he didn't know how many laps he had walked in a small range, and he was afraid that he could walk from Yunzhou to Zao Forget Peak.

You can see the obvious hesitation and hesitation in his eyes, like a young man at a crossroads, who does not know the direction, and all choices are pinned on intuition, which is precisely the most untrustworthy thing in the world.

After a long time, Han Chuang finally let out a long sigh, flicked his right hand, and the note suddenly ignited, and the firelight that turned into light illuminated the entire room, and disappeared in a flash.

Soon, the note turned into a wisp of fly ash and drifted away with the wind passing through the window.

The next day, Han Dongshan disappeared, and a month later, he still did not appear

- Han Fuer temporarily involved in the position of the head of the family, and Han Zhuang was assisted by the north.

On May 28, summer came.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, the scorching air was visibly distorted, and the earth hissed with white smoke.

There weren't many people on the streets, men, women, old, young, and not a few people in total.

Most people hide in their houses, shaking their fans to cool off, and if possible, they may put a piece of ice in their rooms, but there are always some hard-working people who have to go out on the streets on hot days in order to survive, and it is understandable.

In a secluded alley, a little light leaked from the zenith illuminated a small stall, a few crooked tables and chairs, and two sad people.

This is a unit that sells tea eggs and cold noodles, there is a black iron cauldron on the small stove, and the tea eggs are boiling in the pot, and the transpiration of the tea fragrance is steaming, mixed with the heat flow; next to it is a shop window, in the big plate in the window, there are good cold noodles, stumbling oil, and it looks oily.

The hosts are an old couple, perhaps not too old, but the wrinkles on their faces show an old age, and they may be older than their real age.

It was noon, the hottest time of the day, and even the old couple hid far away in the shade, not to mention the others, there was no one in the alley, and everyone was enjoying the cool at home.

This is also normal, who would let themselves enjoy the kneading of the scorching sun for a bowl of cold noodles and tea eggs for a few pennies?

The old couple is still setting up stalls, just because they have nowhere to go except for the stalls.

The wind was blowing, the heat was flowing, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the alley, and two young men braved the scorching sun, a man and a woman, the man was handsome, and the woman was beautiful, both of them were dressed in white, the man was dressed in a neat scribe's shirt, with proper cloud climbing boots, and the woman was wearing a one-piece moon-white silk robe, with a white buckled belt around her waist, and her face was full of gentle smiles.

The two were strange, of course, it would have been a strange thing to walk around in the scorching midday sun, but it wasn't the strangest thing, the strangest thing was that there was no sweat on either of their faces.

Not only is there no sweat on the face, but even on the body, if someone gets close to them, they will feel a burst of cold air, like a piece of ice in the summer.

Han Chuang's face was filled with a smug smile, and he said to Xiaobai in his heart: "I didn't expect the space jade pendant to have the effect of avoiding the heat. ”

Xiaobai's voice was like laughing at a hillbilly: "There are so many things you don't know?"

Han Chuang was puzzled in his heart: "I'm very strange, how did you know?"

In his opinion, Xiaobai should be as good as his name, no one knows how long he has been in Yunmengze, but he should have never gone out, a demon beast who has never been out of Yunmengze, but knows everything about the world, which has to arouse Han Chuang's suspicions.

Xiao Bai smiled and said, "Isn't there a saying about human beings? Everyone should have their own secrets, and the same is true for demon beasts. ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "So you mean, I don't ask, you won't say, right?"

"Clever!"

If Xiaobai appeared in front of Han Chuang in his human form, he would definitely squint his eyes and only reveal a narrow gap, and in this gap, there would definitely be a triumphant light, there was no doubt about it.

Nie Qingqing discovered Han Chuang's abnormality and smiled softly, "What's wrong?"

Han Chuang came back to his senses and said, "It's nothing, I thought of something interesting." ”

Nie Qingqing glanced at him and sneered: "What interesting thing can make our eldest prince Han smirk," the words changed sharply, and he said, "It's just an interesting story with a certain girl, right?"

This was a joke, but he didn't want Han Chuang to nod in a grand manner, and said seriously: "Of course, it's interesting to have a relationship with a certain girl." There was a look of memory in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

"Hmph, is it a girl from the Lin family or a girl from the Liu family?" Nie Qingqing snorted coldly, turned his face away and stopped looking at him, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he could almost hang an oil bottle.

Seeing Nie Qingqing's rare appearance of the little daughter's family, Han Chuang couldn't help laughing, supported her from behind, put his lips to the edge of her earlobe, and whispered: "Yes, there is such a girl, but it is not the Lin family, nor the Liu family, but the girl of the Nie family." ”

Nie Qingqing's face turned red, he lowered his head shyly, stretched out his right hand, pinched Han Chuang's waist hard, and said unhappily: "You guy, it's true." ”

Of course, that little bit of pain couldn't help Han Chuang, but he still cooperated to make a painful appearance.

After some playing, the two came to the noodle stall, the steaming heat did not affect them in the slightest, only the faint aroma of tea wafted into the tip of their noses

-- Wonderful taste.

Han Chuang said to the little couple sitting in the corner: "Boss, two bowls of noodles, two tea eggs, remember to add special pickles to the noodles." ”

The old couple couldn't help but wait for Han Chuang with puzzled eyes, not that what he said was wrong, but that he said too much, unless it was a familiar customer who couldn't be cooked, he wouldn't know the deliciousness of special pickles.

Although this pickle is just made from ordinary cabbage, it is a family secret recipe for old couples, and it is delicious and delicious.

Han Chuang came up and asked for more pickles, indicating that he was a regular customer, but such a handsome and unparalleled regular customer, it was impossible for the two of them to have no influence at all, but in fact, it really didn't have much impact.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "What's the matter? Boss doesn't have a business? I'm still afraid that I won't be able to pay the noodles." ”

It's another joke, how can such a handsome and temperamental boy not be able to pay? What's really strange is that you actually eat noodles and come to a street stall to eat noodles.

Even Nie Qingqing stared at Han Chuang with puzzled eyes.

Han Chuang looked at the old man who was mixing noodles, and then at the old woman who was beating beside him, how many years have passed, there has been no change between the two, and even the movements are the same as in the past.

They were poor, but they were also happy - what could be happier than two people who love each other and be together all the time?

Seeing Nie Qingqing's puzzled gaze, Han Chuang smiled slightly and said softly: "This noodle stall has been around since I was very young, the boss has not changed, and the taste has not changed, it has always been the same taste back then." ”

Nie Qingqing smiled, and pointed at Han Chuang with his shallot-like fingers and said, "I understand, you didn't pull me here to eat noodles, but to eat memories." ”

"Eating memories?" Han Chuang laughed out loud, "This analogy is also appropriate, I'm here to eat memories." ”

At this moment, the old couple had already put the mixed cold noodles on the table respectfully, wiped their hands that were still smearing sesame oil on their aprons.

The old man smiled: "Guest, I'm sorry, the tea eggs still have to be boiled." ”

The meaning of boiling is not that the eggs are undercooked, but that the eggs taste good, the old man has always been strict with the taste of food, and never allows any flaws, which is why Han Chuang likes the taste of noodles and tea eggs.

Seriously processed food is always delicious.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Uncle, it's okay, let's just eat and wait." ”

The old man's face smiled, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Eat noodles, eat noodles with chopsticks, insert chopsticks into the oily noodles, gently pick them, and send the noodles to the mouth, Han Chuang kept nodding and saying while eating: "Sure enough, it is still the taste of the past, when my sister and I were young, we often ate noodles here, and when we were happy, we came, and when we were unhappy, this place locked us too much joy, anger and sorrow." ”

Nie Qingqing sneered and said, "You, just eating noodles, it will actually be associated with joy, anger and sorrow." ”

Han Chuang chuckled: "This is what you don't understand, although noodles are just noodles, they may not be able to carry memories." After saying that, he took another bite, and the somersault noodles were sent to his mouth, making a hissing sound.

On the other hand, Nie Qingqing was chewing slowly, and even when he was eating noodles, he didn't make a sound, and his movements were extremely elegant.

Han Chuang looked at Nie Qingqing's cautious movements, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Qingqing, this is not how you eat noodles, you have to eat them in large gulps, like me." ”

As he spoke, he put the noodles in his mouth, and deliberately made a loud noise.

Nie Qingqing's face turned red, she lowered her head shyly, and said softly, "I can't learn your rude appearance." ”

Han Chuang smiled: "Then you missed a delicious meal." ”

Nie Qingqing glanced at him and said, "Just like that, I also think it tastes good." After a change of words, he said: "By the way, you said that you still have a sister, will it be difficult to get along." ”

Back in Yunzhou, Nie Qingqing is going to live in the Han family, which is undoubtedly a huge test for a girl; the ugly daughter-in-law will inevitably feel a little uneasy when she sees her in-laws, even a warrior like Nie Qingqing is no exception.

Han Chuang blinked, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, Fu'er is a very good girl to get along with, and she will definitely jump up happily when she sees such a beautiful sister-in-law as you." ”

Nie Qingqing's face turned red again, and her left hand flicked the soft hair on the side of her sideburns, and said shyly: "What's the matter, I heard that the concubine is the most difficult to get along with." ”

Han Chuang smiled disapprovingly and said, "Don't worry, my sister is very easy to get along with, she-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong with you?" Nie Qingqing followed Han Chuang's gaze, only to see a yellow-shirted girl walking at the entrance of the alley, she stared ahead, in her eyes, it was like a restless elf beating incessantly, her throbbing, restlessness, and anxiety, all the sadness poured out from this look, turning into a crystal clear tear.

The breeze blew, and tears fell, exploding in the air, like a sad flower.

I only heard Han Chuang muttering: "Fu'er, Fu'er." ”