"Chun Tao, Zhu Jingzhong has lost the battle again, do you know?"

The diner asked her.

Winter hasn't arrived yet, and the grapevine is flying like snowflakes.

Zhu Jingzhong suffered repeated setbacks, lost most of his men, and the defense line retreated again and again.

In the streets and alleys, there are always people talking.

The war is still a little far from Longqi City.

But in a few months, the rebels occupied hundreds of miles of cities in Yongguo.

How far can it be!

Chun Tao was busy cleaning up, and the store couldn't afford to hire so many runners, so she had to do a lot of things herself.

"I don't know!"

She took the time to reply, calm and bland.

Only when I turn my head, there are more autumn colors under my eyes.

"Che Meng hasn't heard from him yet?"

Chun Tao was wiping the table, and her hand stopped: "You have a way, let me inquire." ”

The diner pouted and stopped talking.

If he has to be capable, can he still eat ravioli here? Eating wontons here, can you just eat ravioli?

Che Meng is alive or dead, and he is faint in his heart.

Chun Tao has wind and frost on her face.

She can only look forward to the days in front of her.

As soon as it was dark, Chun Tao closed the store.

When I got home, I pushed the window open.

Chun Tao sat by the window, listening to the movement outside, the alley was quiet, and the night cat glanced at it.

"Whew!"

Chun Tao let out a sigh, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body was a little hot.

He put a large basin in the middle of the house, boiled some water, and poured it in.

Chun Tao took off her clothes and walked alone in front of the mirror to admire it for a long time.

"Hey, that's nice!"

No matter how good it is, no one appreciates it, what can I do? With a sigh, he stepped into the tub.

The night slowly got dark.

Gu Lai touched the night and returned to Anping Lane.

Stopped outside the gate of Chuntaoin.

It's time to pay last month's rent.

He has a wide range of ways to earn money now, and the rent will always be given to Chun Tao in advance, and he will give more.

The rent in Nancheng is not 200 Wen, and the spring peach does not rise, so he can't take it seriously.

I was about to knock on the door when I heard the sound of rushing water from inside the courtyard.

It seems unusual.

Gu Lai stood on tiptoe and sat on the wall.

The lights in the spring peach house are on, and the window paper reflects the silhouette, slender and soft.

Gulai froze.

In a piece of rising heat, Spring Peach held the pots, one pot after another, and poured water from the top of his head.

The shadow is very blurry, and it can be seen that it is sideways.

In the mist, the delicate curves are beautiful.

The curves are shaking, and so is the night.

A woman's most beautiful moment is now, right?

The deeper the cultivation of the true qi of the fine willow, the sharper the five senses become.

Ancient times I heard a primitive, lustful voice in the house, very slight, very real.

Don't think about it, this one is pure.

Gu Lai took a deep breath of night air, exhaled it for a long time, and then landed on his yard with a few ups and downs.

I entered the house, spread out the writing paper, and practiced writing all night.

On the second day, Gulai's stall moved into Chun Tao's wonton shop.

There is a sign at the door, writing letters on behalf of the writers, one for ten texts, and the scholars who signed the money came from ancient times.

Gu Lai said to Chun Tao: "Call me big brother, you will be my sister." ”

The spring peach was flustered for a long time.

At first, he was surprised, then he was very lost, and finally smiled calmly: "Big brother! ”

This result, Chun Tao did not expect.

What she thought in her heart was too far away, and the ancient times were not something she could have attained.

What kind of woman should be able to match the ancients?

She didn't know.

Now it is the most down-to-earth.

……

The west wind was blowing tightly, and the eyes were full of gloom.

Gu Lai was sitting in front of the window practicing calligraphy when he heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Out of the room, open the courtyard door, it's a spring peach.

"Big brother!"

"It's so late, what's wrong?" Gu Lai said: "Come in and talk about it." ”

led Chun Tao into the house, and Gu Lai poured him a glass of water.

Chun Tao spoke: "Big brother, these days, business is getting more and more difficult to do. ”

Gu Lai said: "I have taken a lot of jobs recently, and I don't have a big problem, so don't worry." ”

Chun Tao said: "Now there are few diners, the store is big, and the expenses are also large, so I want to go out and rent a small face." ”

Gu Lai said: "It's okay. ”

The business on Long Street is not easy to do, they all tighten their belts to live, who has spare money to eat wontons.

"Inquire and tell me."

Chun Tao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Will the eldest brother also follow?" ”

"That's nature!"

Gu Lai's eyes were mild, and he affirmed: "It's cold in autumn, but it's warm in the house." ”

The spring peach and autumn waves flowed, and looked at Gu Lai: "Is the eldest brother practicing calligraphy?" ”

Gulai nodded.

"Can I see it?"

"You want to see me practice calligraphy?"

"Hmm!"

Gu Lai didn't speak anymore, sat in front of the window, spread out the writing paper, and took up the pen to write.

Chun Tao moved a stool and sat beside Gu Lai, not daring to get too close, holding his chin.

One will read the words, and the other will look out the window.

In ancient times, he was really handsome, and the spring peach was really beautiful.

Even the autumn breeze felt sorry for them.

In the next few days, Chun Tao inquired.

The store went out smoothly, the price is lower, and it is already very good to be able to transfer it.

At least rent a small door, more than enough.

The new store is still on the long street, the location is a little off, but the rent is cheap.

The cost is down, the wontons are cheaper, and the small profits are quick to sell.

Gu Lai helped move a tool to a new store, and those who were rich also sold it.

When I'm not taking jobs, I practice calligraphy in the store.

If you are free, when you close the stall, help pick up the spring peaches and go back to Anping Lane.

I have never been a brother in ancient times, so I think it's always right to do more and accompany more.

Otherwise, spring peaches are like autumn leaves, and they are terrified in the treetops all day long.

Back to Anping Lane, put the copper plate, and spread it on the table.

The days have to be counted.

The income of ancient times is often more than that of spring peaches.

And so the days went on.

Subtle, but also bland.

The days of the world, the ancient times are also the first time to experience, and it feels good and fulfilling.

……

On this day, from Taohuawu to Anping Lane.

Passed through the eastern suburbs.

Under the moonlight, the view is not very clear, there is a deserted house in the eastern suburbs, which is especially darker than other places.

Like ink that can't be dissolved!

Gu Lai lit the lantern and couldn't help but take a few more looks.

The house is a bit quirky.

There is a "Kyushu Chronicle" in the "Spring and Autumn Period" that talks about the geography of Kyushu.

When I practiced pasting in ancient times, I wrote it throughout.

Longqi City is the hometown of the ancestral emperor of the Dayong Dynasty, from which the name is derived.

It should be quite kingly, how can there be such a gloomy place.

"Maybe it's because of the low-lying terrain and the backdrop of the Tongyou River."

In ancient times, it was speculated that the river leading to the Great Wilderness was a great wilderness, where it was cold and heavy, and there were many demons and ghosts.

Walking into the middle, the flame of the lantern flickered and flickered.

In ancient times, I learned the trick of measuring the wind.

Put the palm of your hand to your mouth, lick a finger, and extend it.

If there is wind, the licked area will become cold.

The stronger the wind, the cooler the fingers.

When Gu Lai stretched out, nothing changed, that is, there was no wind!

This house is really evil, and I can't help but walk a few steps faster.

It's still itching.

This has happened before, but it's not obvious.

After autumn, every time I pass by the deserted house, the feeling is also strong.

I always feel that the essence is flowing out, as if I am being caught by something, but I just don't let my mouth go.

Walking through the deserted house, my head was swollen, as if I had been beaten and woke up.

His face was a little pale, as if he was sick.

Looking back, the moonlight is bright, but it can't shine into the deserted house!

"Do you drink too much wine today?"

Gulai slapped his face a few times, then walked back.