"Boss, a bowl of knife-cut noodles, two taels of wine."

An old man with a vicissitudes of life walked into the tavern at No. 44 Liulin Lane with his waist bent.

As soon as he entered the door, he began to order, and this old man came at this point in time for 364 days in a row.

As the owner of the tavern, Bai Ze was in full swing, and as soon as he heard the old man's voice, he knew that this was an old customer.

"Okay, I've calculated that your time is up, there is noodle soup in the teapot on the table, pour it yourself, and I won't go out to entertain you."

The old man smiled and agreed, and poured himself a bowl of noodle soup.

Bai Ze took out the noodles and put them in his hand very casually.

The blade is swung up and down, and the shaved dough falls into the pan very accurately.

Not long after, a bowl of knife-cut noodles was freshly baked, with a hint of steam.

He added it and brought it to the old man's table.

"Housheng, thank you for your hard work, the old man comes to disturb you every day when it is close to closing, delaying you from getting off work." The old man raised his head, and with a pair of cloudy eyes, he looked very storied.

"What the old man said, the economy is sluggish now, thanks to the support of you old customers.

so as not to make the tavern crumbling. "Bai Ze is telling the truth, what has happened here, there is no need to say too much, everyone who knows knows that in three years ( ), the physical store has fallen a lot.

"If you want to talk about noodles, it's still delicious here, okay, okay, okay, the old man won't talk nonsense, you can drink some more with me today." The old man looked at him pleadingly.

Bai Ze sighed, poured a glass of wine for the old man, and poured himself another glass.

"Old man, you know the amount of alcohol I have, pour three glasses, let's just do it in moderation, just in moderation." Bai Ze is also helpless about his alcohol consumption, after all, there are few friends, and there are fewer entertainments, how good can the alcohol amount be?

"Don't worry, you won't evade the order, you can drink it with peace of mind!" The old man smiled cutely.

Bai Ze snorted and raised his glass to the old man.

The old man also raised his wine glass, and the posture of holding the glass was very particular.

After touching a cup, the old man drank it, and then devoured a bowl of noodles.

Seeing this, Bai Ze pricked up his ears to listen, because he knew that the old man was going to talk a few words again.

Sure enough, the old man looked ahead and fell into reminiscence.

said a lot, Bai Ze can also accept it, the old man is telling his own story, although there are some unbelievable things in it, but I only think that under Lang Lang, it is normal for the old man to remember wrong.

After all, visually, the old man was about seventy years old, with black hair, and although his body was rickety, he looked like he had the strength to do it.

"Oh, when you're old, people will be verbose, young man, it's not early, so I won't bother you." The old man got up from his chair and took out Zou Zoubaba's ten yuan from his bosom and put it on the table.

"Old man, I'm invited for today's meal, you can get the money back!" Bai Ze knew that an old man of this age didn't have much spare money in his hands, so he would help the old man every once in a while.

Don't laugh at Bai Ze for being stupid, God has the virtue of a good life, and there are not many good people like him.

The old man took back the money and put it back in his arms, nodded secretly, and said when he was about to go out: "Hou Sheng, you don't have to wait for the old man deliberately tomorrow."

"Old man, you're going out tomorrow?" Bai Ze asked more.

"Well, well, the old man has taken his leave." The old man walked out of the door and looked at the sky, and a gust of wind blew, and he disappeared.

Bai Ze looked at the old man who left, and was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but found a gadget on the table.

turned around and went out to deliver it, only to find that the old man was gone.

Bai Ze muttered to himself: "Strange, how did the old man go so fast?"

This Liulin Lane is two hundred meters deep, and this No. 44 tavern is the deepest, relying on the old man's foot strength, it is impossible to walk so fast.

I put the gadget in my pocket casually, and after thinking about it for a while, I really couldn't figure out when this gadget was left.

After thinking about it for a while, I found that I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't want to.

Cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, cleaned up, and locked the tavern door from the inside.

When I came to the second floor, I took out my mobile phone and looked at the balance, and after three years of the epidemic, the deposit was not much.

sighed, brushed up the cigarette shake video, and looked at the energetic young lady inside, as a young man in his twenties, it was inevitable that he was a little itchy.

After watching the short video for a while, I felt bored, and after looking at the time, it was half past four in the morning, and it was still very early to get up.

As an aside, the tavern is open from 5 p.m. until 4 a.m.

I still can't fall asleep after turning off my mobile phone, which may belong to the common problem of contemporary young people, who are obviously very sleepy, but can't sleep when they put down their mobile phones.

Rubbing his temples, Bai Ze got up and poured a cup of tea, which belonged to his unique insomnia formula.

Drinking a cup of tea, not only does not refresh me, but it is groggy and may fall asleep at any time.

Putting down the water glass, he lay on the bed in a daze.

The snoring sounded, and after a busy day, I was indeed a little tired.

Just when Bai Ze was asleep, two people suddenly appeared in the room on the second floor.

That's right, it just appeared suddenly, and I couldn't see the faces of the two people clearly in the dark.

"Lao Hei, is this guy the one the adults chose?"

"Lao Bai, we don't have to question the choice of adults, since it is chosen by adults, we just need to obey." The man who is called the old black answers the words of the man who is called the old white.

The black and white duo looked at Bai Ze carefully, ordinary, very ordinary, ordinary that they couldn't find if they were lost in the crowd.

Not long after he fell asleep, Bai Ze woke up, drank too much water before going to bed, and didn't take a soak before going to bed, which was suffocated by booing.

Turn on the bedside lamp, sit up, and open your eyes in a daze.

When he opened his eyes and turned around to put on his shoes, he was startled.

Bai Ze thought that he had seen it wrong, and immediately rubbed his eyes.

Take a closer look, good guy, he doesn't do anything bad in his life, but in the middle of the night, he actually came to the door.

Bai Ze thought it was a thief who broke into the empty door at first, but when he looked down, he chuckled in his heart, it's over, it's over, it's really over, it's over.

His face was pale, just because the two of them were floating, and their heels were not next to the ground at all.

There were two people, one in black and one in white.

The man in black wears a pointed hat with a fierce face, and wears a long hat with the words "Fortune at first sight" written on the hat.

The man in white has a white face like pink, wears a white coat, wears a white high hat, and reads "The world is peaceful".

Could this be the black and white impermanence of folklore?

Look at the two of them again, wearing slashing clothes, straw ropes around their waists, straw sandals on their feet, paper ingots on their necks, broken banana fans, iron cables, abacus in their hands, their shoulders are high, their hair is draped, and their eyebrows and eyes look like clowns.

The real hammer is black and white impermanence.

"Lao Hei, I said a long time ago that you should not laugh, it scared the little brother." Bai Wuchang rolled his eyes, accusing Hei Wuchang of scaring Bai Ze.

"Lao Bai, it's clear that you stuck out your tongue and scared the little brother." Black impermanence provokes the problem of white impermanence.

Looking at Bai Ze again, his eyes were blank, his face was incredulous, and he was stunned.