Let's Jean?

No, who the hell is this fat man?

The lights are blind, and they can't see what their faces look like.

I saw the fat man straighten his clothes and look at the scholar who came out of the teahouse with a pair of eyes full of expectation.

"You say it's a good person, but Song Lanyi?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and nodded subconsciously.

The fat man burst out laughing.

It's still the kind of flat look that crosses the waist and looks up and laughs.

"I knew that the young lady was so talented that Kyushu Tianjiao couldn't raise her head and won the top spot, which was just right."

The hearts of the crowd were congested.

I know that Song Lanyi is amazing, but she herself is not crazy, what are you crazy about?

"Me?"

Steward Wang has always been kind and pleasant in front of Song Lanyi on weekdays, but now in the face of outsiders, his slightly chubby body suddenly rose with a momentum.

"I'm the housekeeper of the Song Mansion!"

There was one more sentence he didn't say.

He treats Song Lan like a daughter!

Even if Song Hanhai didn't agree, he secretly treated Song Lanyi as his daughter!

As the words fell, Steward Wang suddenly lit the firecrackers on the ground.

In the dark, only the sound of firecrackers could be heard, crackling for a while, which could almost burst people's eardrums.

At this time, taking advantage of the flickering light, everyone looked at the ground.

Ooh!

Boy.

There were dozens of strings of firecrackers.

What kind of family?

Dare to set off firecrackers like this?

Oh, it's Song Lanyi's house, that's as it should be.

In the midst of the deafening voices, some people were talking about it: "What about Miss Song? Why didn't she come out and take a turn, so that my grandson could rub off on Lord Wenquxing's talent."

Steward Wang glared and wanted to stop it.

If everyone rubs Miss's talent, won't Miss's talent be wiped out?

It can't be like this!

But he can't say it loudly, if he really wants to say, wouldn't he offend others?

Fortunately, until dozens of strings of firecrackers were finished, Song Lanyi did not appear.

Steward Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

And Song Lanyi, who was regarded as wool by everyone, had long expected the crowded scene on the street.

She deliberately turned a corner and approached a lonely alley.

But when she came to the fork in the road, she suddenly stopped.

At the intersection, in a dark and damp, snow-covered corner, there was a straw mat full of holes.

On the straw mat was an old man in ragged clothes with dry hair like weeds.

The old man closed his eyes and lay in the corner, shivering from time to time because of the howling wind and snow lapping on his body.

"Crunch, crunch."

Song Lanyi's steps were gentle, and each foot stepped firmly on the fluffy snow, trampling it into the ground.

She walked up to the old man, regardless of the mess on the ground, squatted directly in front of him, pretended to take out a bun from her cuffs, and said lightly, "Eat?"

When the old man heard the voice, his nose twitched slightly before he could open his eyes.

His movements were weak and longing, and his thin and old arms trembled, but he accurately grabbed the bun in Song Lanyi's hand.

Then, he snapped open his eyes and devoured them at a rapid pace.

Song Lanyi squatted beside him, casually pinched the falling snow into a ball, and said casually, "Is it delicious?"

The old man ate the bun and made a muffled voice from his mouth, "Hmm!"

Song Lanyi smiled, she slammed the snowball in her hand, and said sadly, "Why did you lie to me?"

"Hmm...... Huh?" The old man was stunned, he swallowed the bun in his mouth a few bites, and pointed to himself in disbelief, "Me?"

Song Lanyi wiped his hands covered with snow and straightened up,

Looking down at the old man, he said firmly, "In the mirage, the person who changed the trick of ascending to the sky was you, right?"

Although this tone rose slightly at the end, just looking at Song Lanyi's appearance, it had already been confirmed...... The old man in front of him is the same person as the trickster in the mirage!

When her voice fell, the old man lying in the corner suddenly changed his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and swallowed the bun slowly, and his whole person's momentum became completely different.

"So what? Besides, when I finish eating, I will talk about it later."

Yo, I've set rules for her.

Song Lanyi felt that this old man was a bit not simple.

At least this body's momentum, whether it is street spirit or folk juggling artists, can not have.

I saw him slowly stand up and look at Song Lanyi, "For the next period of time, I will follow you."

Song Lanyi slowly typed a question mark?

Big brother, I'm not familiar with you, am I?

It was just the next breath, and the words spoken by the old man made Song Lanyi's thoughts change immediately.

"Thy word can summon those who write poetry, that ...... Can you summon the one who writes?"

This word shocked Song Lanyi.

If she is not mistaken, there is no genre called this great work.

There are only pun texts, scriptures, and poems.

Song Lanyi even wanted to shake the old man's shoulder.

You're not going to be a traverser too, are you?

It's just that this thought only appeared for a moment, and Song Lanyi denied himself again.

This is a real alternate world, and it is not impossible that here, under all kinds of wonderful experiences, the reality and the previous life partially overlap.

She looked directly at the old man and didn't say much, but simply said, "What's in it for me?"

The old man smiled, "Believe it or not, after the Lantern Festival, you will go to the southern border. You've seen the situation there in the South, too. Even though you have eighteen means, you have to face an enemy who is hiding in the gutter and does not know the number of enemies."

Song Lanyi was a little moved.

I am not afraid of 10,000 in everything, but I am afraid of what happens.

It's a big deal to put this person at home for a while, and if you don't go to the south, then you can talk about it.

If you go to the south, there is one more free thug.

Song Lanyi didn't believe that people who could open up a new path in another world were just mediocre in their cultivation.

She is an exception, of course.

She's open.

In just a few breaths, Song Lanyi had already made a decision.

But before she could speak, the old man suddenly smiled and changed to a faceless look, "I knew you would agree. Let's go for a walk, we can't eat in this place, we go home and talk while eating."

Song Lanyi was silent.

She thinks she's changing her face fast.

But the person in front of him is simply a dog-faced, and when he says he turns his face, he turns his face.

She took a deep breath.

Okay, just eat.

See how much you can eat!

An hour later.

Song Lanyi looked at the mountain-high plates on the table, and couldn't help but be silent.

It is worthy of the world of immortal martial arts.

Even the big stomach king is more fierce than the one in his previous life.

Song Lanyi glanced at the cook who was sweating profusely and kneading his dough, and sighed with emotion, "I would like to call you, assassin."

I can't write, let's watch four more today, it's too late, I'm going to sleep