Time flies, it's been almost a year since she left me, and I got a job around here, as a patrolman on the highway, the equivalent of a security guard.

Many of my friends think that I come to this job as a retired mercenary with a kind of overkill.

However, I still chose this job, which was the closest to it, and I would spend half an hour every day at the place where the separation happened, and I felt this place and missed her.

After all, I still can't let go of her, this place is called the Yangtze River Ridge, looking at the mountains and waters, the green mountains and green waters are not far away, and now this season is full of dandelions, the breeze blows, and the sky is full of flying flocculents.

I vaguely remember her saying that she liked the freedom of dandelions, the pure white feathers of dandelions, and I would stop every time I passed by here.

Looking into the distance through the glass of the car window, I often hope that at this time, I can miraculously see her in the sea of dandelion flowers, watching the dandelion in a daze.

"Attention of all units, there is a major traffic accident on the Yangtze River Bay section, please rush to the nearby staff to assist in dredging, repeat, units..." The walkie-talkie hanging in the car sounded and the rough and powerful voice of the captain of the high-speed patrol team interrupted my thoughts.

I looked down and smiled, it seemed that I had to be busy again, so I started the car, reversed gear, and turned the front of the car 60°.

"Squeak... "The wheels rubbed against the ground rapidly, and they ran directly to the Yangtze River Bay section.

When I was busy in the Yangtze River Bay section, I took out my mobile phone, which was still the one she gave me, and looked at the time, it was already more than eleven o'clock in the evening.

This traffic accident is a bit serious, I think I should be able to see it on the news tomorrow morning, after all, it was a CNPC oil truck that suddenly exploded while driving, which is a bit weird and big news.

After I completed the handover with the next round of duty staff, a colleague drove back to the city, so I hitchhiked back to the city together.

After getting out of the car, I walked aimlessly on the street, with a cigarette in my mouth, and I didn't know where I had gone, so I should let myself relax and release the stress and boredom of the day's work.

Ten minutes passed like this, and a building that resembled an ancient inn came into my eye and interrupted my thoughts.

The bronze doorway, with large red lanterns hanging on both sides of the door, reflects the ancient black signboard, on which are written the two powerful golden words "leaving the garden".

This street, which is surrounded by modern buildings, is particularly eye-catching, and it is easy to attract the attention of young people, and retro style has been popular in China for many years.

All I can say is that the owner of this inn is too talented and financially savvy.

I walked towards the inn with great interest to taste the freshness of the vintage style, and when I stepped through the door, a cool feeling came over my face, brushing my cheeks quietly.

A young man who resembled a shopkeeper hurriedly ran out to take me in and sit down, and then habitually wiped the table and did not forget to greet me: "This guest officer, may I ask what to eat? ”

I was a little uncomfortable with his tone, so I replied with a smile, "Just a few pots of good sake and a few more signature dishes by the way."

The shopkeeper also laughed, "Okay, wait a minute, the wine and food will be good soon, and the sprinkler will come quickly." ”

Then he ran towards the counter, where there was a large old cabinet, seemingly disordered and orderly, on which were all placed clay pots and jars, and on the outside of the jar was pasted a red square of paper, on which was written the word "wine" in black.

I turned my head to look around, and saw that there were all kinds of people here, and it almost scared me, there were people from all ages, young and young, some wearing clothes from the old era and the Republic of China, some wearing Tang costumes and hats, and some with long braids...

I thought I had traveled back in time, but luckily the tables to my left were normal, with people in suits and casual clothes.

They all bowed their heads and ate their own things, completely oblivious to what was happening in the outside world, and some whispered to each other in whispers.

There were four people sitting at the table next to me, and the old man who was shouting and bragging about his skills sat diagonally across from me, diagonally facing me.

Sitting on the right is a drunken man with felt on his head, and sitting on the left of the old man is a boy with white and tender skin, full of spirit, exuding a scholarly temperament, he is wearing a white robe and scholar dress of the old era, wearing a crown and hat, and a folding fan exclusive to cultural people in his right hand.

Next to the scholar sat a landlord who resembled a landlord, with a big belly of fortune, a suit of great fortune, and a figure of eight characters hanging next to his mouth, funny and cute.

The old man was smiling on the braised lion's head while drinking wine, and the sound of toasting and clinking bowls was "Bang... Boom... Bang..."I didn't forget to talk loudly with my partner.

"Anyway, back then, the Sprinkle family split dozens of officials in Pixian County, and the scene was spectacular..."The rough old man boasted without blushing at all.

"Have you ever lied to people and exaggerated the facts? they're officials," said the drunken boy sitting next to him.

"That's right... Is it so easy to fight against the government?" replied the scholar.

"The babies are honest and responsible... Don't fool me—" The landlord cast a questioning glance at the old man.

"Hehe, don't doubt it, the pile of scars and thorns on the back of the Sprinkle family is a memorial left by those official dogs... I'm going to pick it up now and open your eyes..."The old man took off his shirt and showed it to his friends.

The people at the tables next to them also joined in the excitement and buried their heads to take a look, and when they all saw those knife wounds and stab marks, they took a deep breath of cold air and exclaimed incredibly.

"The scars of this government-exclusive embroidered spring knife are unique, and you can see the injuries of the embroidered spring knife at a glance. The scholar shook his fan gently.

"I've lived for so many years, and I haven't seen a few people with such scars like you. A pot-bellied old man next to him stroked his white beard.

"It's really an old hero... We admire!" shouted the drunken man as he slapped the table.

"I think back then, a few of our brothers fell into the grass, were wanted by the government, and finally forced to hide in the mountains and forests..."The scholar replied unconvinced.

"I really can't live that day," the landlord sighed.

"We admire those who dare to carry it with the official dog!" the drunken man lying on the table raised his glass again.

The old man's back is indeed full of crimson scars and thorns, dense and intricate, the shortest is as long as a palm, which is very realistic.

I think it's a little funny, this is too good to fool people, if he is really injured by the embroidered spring knife, will he really survive? There are still so many scars, and I don't know which hospital this old man went to for plastic surgery.

It seems that a few of them are really too poisoned by Jin Yong's novels, and they can't separate reality from fiction at all, and they really regard themselves as those chivalrous men who dared to fight against the government in ancient times.

The retro style of this inn also welcomes the gathering of these retro fanatics, and it can be regarded as a place for them to communicate.

At this time, Xiao Er served the wine that had been boiled mildly and poured it into my wine glass, followed by another shop, Xiao Er served a few side dishes with porcelain plates, from the color point of view, it was okay, the lingering light smoke slowly swirled on the dish, a little colorful, fragrant.

"Guest officer, please use it slowly, if you still need anything, please feel free to command. The shopkeeper smiled enthusiastically, still with the signature smile on his face that had not changed for a hundred years.

"You're busy first, there's nothing you need right now. I waved my hand and said to him politely.

When Xiao Er wanted to leave, I suddenly thought of something, so I stopped Xiao Er in the shop, and said to him gently, "Come and have a few drinks with me, and by the way, I will ask you about something." ”

After listening to this, the shopkeeper was a little stunned, he couldn't believe that I asked him to sit over and drink a few glasses, and finally couldn't help my many persuasions before he was flattered to sit down, he sat with his legs together, holding the wine glass in both hands, smiled respectfully at me, nodded and gestured and raised his head to drink.

I wasn't in the mood to eat or drink, and I listened curiously to the old man next to me boasting about his skills.

Through the exchange with the shopkeeper in the wine, I learned that the shopkeeper's name is Liu Dongsheng, who used to come out to mix, and everyone called him Brother Dadong for face, and later washed his hands with a gold plate.

I also know a little bit that the owner of this shop is a mysterious person, and he doesn't usually appear in the store, but only at the end of the year or when this old man comes.

"Brother Dong, is this old man a regular visitor to this inn?" I looked at Brother Dong.

Brother Da Dong's face was flushed at this time, and he replied with a big red face: "Every year, he will come here to drink a few times, from time to time." ”

"Every year?" I was a little surprised as if this inn had been open for a long time, why hadn't I noticed it? How many years has this inn been open?" I asked in amazement.

"It's been a few years, but it's only in the last few years that I've moved here from other places to open here, and then I've come here with me. Brother Da Dong was not irritable and answered my question in a daze.

Brother Dadong, who was drunk by me, was already lying on the table at this time and muttering to himself: "There are so many beautiful women dancing in front of me, you see, this is really beautiful... This figure is so good... This one's face is so white..."

His saliva was dripping on the table, and he didn't forget to have a spring dream, and said to himself obscenely: "This girl is still smiling at me... Hee-hee, come to your uncle's arms... Hmm...... That horn of the neon dress and feather dance is so beautiful, so beautiful! It would be nice if I could marry and be my daughter-in-law..."

At this time, several drunk people at the other tables also walked around the inn with a wine jug to toast, and when they came to toast with me, I couldn't shirk it, so I responded, and before I knew it, I forgot how much wine I had drunk, my head was dizzy, and my eyes suddenly went dark.

I busily patted my swollen head, trying to sober myself up, and shook my head vigorously, and my vision returned to normal again.

But I felt my whole brain swelling, my nose was tickling, and a drop of blood was falling on my cuff!

I sighed with a smirk, it seemed that I was really old, I hadn't tried a nosebleed in a long time, and when I looked around, everything seemed to be spinning, and then my eyes couldn't help but get tired, and my eyes went black again, and my head fell heavily on the table again.

"Three Thousand Avenues, Red Dust Refines the Heart...", an old voice came into my ears.

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