The Beiping lion is a male and female pair. The lion headdress has a fashionable mane, a bell hangs over the neck, is muscular, and the momentum is majestic. There is a lion cub lying on her back at her left foot in front of the female lioness, and a hydrangea is stroking on the front right foot of the male lion. The base has a delicate curly leaf pattern. The bronze lion of the Forbidden City has become a model in all traditional lion shapes.

When Ah Lan was still thinking, Chai Xin had already pushed the door in, looked back at Ah Lan and said, "Let's go, what are you still looking at if you don't go?" ”

Looking at the back of Chai Xin, who had already entered the Langli Pavilion, Ah Lan shook his head, stopped his rambling conjecture, and followed in, as soon as he entered, he saw the decoration of the classic Jiangnan ancient style inside, a long-haired woman in a Tang costume was chatting with Chai Xin, the woman was tall and tall, with a perfect body, coupled with that delicate face, quite a part of the elegant beauty of an oriental woman, the woman in Tang costume also noticed Ah Lan at this time, turned her head to look at Ah Lan, smiled slightly at Ah Lan, and walked gracefully in front of Ah Lan, as soon as she arrived in front of Ah Lan, A burst of jasmine fragrance also wafted over, and said: "Hello, my name is Heilan Bing, I am the owner of this hotel, you are Mr. Ghost Hand Lizard, right, the witch just mentioned you to me, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, you can actually reach a perfect contract with the black witch to empathize." ”

Ah Lan looked at the beauty in front of her, bowed her head slightly, and said: "I only know that the perfumer is the daughter of the royal family, and I really don't know that the real name of the famous perfumer is Hailan Bing." ”

Heilan Bing was slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on her face again, and she slapped her jade hand and said: "Lord Ghost Hand Lizard is really knowledgeable, the little woman originally wanted to leave some suspense and add some mystery to herself, but she didn't expect to be recognized so easily." ”

Ah Lan took off her shirt that had been soaked in blood and was now blackened, and said, "No, your fragrance of forgetting worries is still very useful, and it can still guarantee that the people who have seen you will always maintain a sense of mystery to you." ”

Heilan Bing asked, "Then why do you still recognize my identity?" ”

Chai Xin also slowly came to Ah Lan and Heilan's side and whispered, "Because of your mystery." ”

The perfumer smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I know he is yours, I won't fight with you, do you want two rooms or one room?" ”

Chai Xin paused suddenly, and slowly turned his head to glance at Ah Lan;

Ah Lan said faintly: "Legend has it that whoever eats the forgetfulness grass can forget the sorrow and live happily, so a pair of young lovers quit their jobs, no matter how others persuade them to no avail, so the young lovers walked aimlessly everywhere, an old man saw that they were almost out of vitality, so he stepped forward to ask, and the young lover thought: "The old man is so old, he must know." ”

The two said in unison: "We want to forget our sorrows and live happily." ”

The old man sighed: "So, you went around looking for the whereabouts of the Forget-Worry Grass?" ”

The young lovers nodded at the same time.

The old man sighed again and pointed not far away: "Isn't that the Forget-Worry Grass?" I've eaten it all my life. ”

The lovers invariably said, "That's not daylily?" We ate it, and it didn't work, so we ......."

Old man: "It is said that a long time ago, because of her husband's war, a woman planted daylily, also known as daylily, to eliminate her sorrows in order to miss her husband, and later generations also called it forgetful grass. ”

The young lovers walked to the forgetful grass and leaned down to weep, it turned out that the things they had been chasing for half their lives were all over the mountains.

Old man: "Mentality, young man. With that, he left.

Many years have passed, and another pair of young lovers pass by, looking for the whereabouts of Forget-me-no.

At this time, in front of the young lovers were a pair of old men, supporting each other.

The same pair of young people asked the same questions they had before.

At this time, the two old men said to the young lovers what they had heard before: "What matters is your mentality." ”

After hearing this, the perfumer gradually showed a surprised expression, and said with a slight frown: "This story is a nursery rhyme passed down from generation to generation in our perfumery family, and my mother told me this story when I was a child, but how do you know?" ”

Lan swayed to the bar, grabbed some wine and nuts, smiled and said, "I love pistachios." ”

As he spoke, he put a handful in his pocket, took a big sip of wine, squinted his eyes and looked back at the perfumer and said, "Do you think you are a young lover or an old man now?" ”

Without waiting for the perfumer to answer, Ah Lan had already pushed open the door of a room, entered, closed the door, leaving the perfumer and the witch in the corridor, and after a while, Ah Lan's voice came from the room: "Tomorrow, we will set off to find the zodiac!" ”

Ah Lan returned to the room alone, he was alone, the only cow he could have believed had been taken away, he had now become a lone lion, swayed into the bathroom, endured the severe pain, rinsed his body, Ah Lan came to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, sighed for a long time, opened the cabinet behind the mirror, Ah Lan smiled slightly, and said: "It's really the belly of a sparrow." After speaking, he took out a series of bandaging and treatment instruments of alcohol, bandages, and analgesic serum in the closet, and began to treat his wounds, the process was very simple, but accompanied by pain.

Ah Lan walked out naked, picked up the martini beside him, drank it bitterly, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said to himself: "Maybe it was me who should have died back then." ”

"Do you think someone else can survive better than you?" An old voice came from behind him.

Ah Lan turned his head suddenly, and saw a weak old man standing behind him, and suddenly waved his left hand, and a short knife appeared in his hand, and he turned his head to stare at the old man;

The old man squinted at his knife and said, "Leng Feng Sanmei Knife, the first mass-produced "Sanmei" steel blade. Third place in the knife rankings, a rising star on the leaderboard. The structure of Mitsumi Steel makes this Sammi Samurai have a very good toughness while having a high hardness blade, and it is worthy of being a classic Japanese sword. ”

Ah Lan was stunned for a moment, her muscles burst out, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Who am I? Who do you want me to be? Then I am who I am. ”

Maybe it was the alcohol that worked, the weak old man in front of Ah Lan suddenly became blurred, Ah Lan shook his head and looked at it, Ah Lan shouted: "Sir! ”

The blur suddenly became clear again, the frail old man no longer existed, Mr. was standing in front of Ah Lan alive, he just stared at Ah Lan, Ah Lan saw Mr., the Leng Feng Sanmei knife in his hand did not let go, but held it tighter.

The gentleman walked towards Ah Lan step by step, and continued to ask, "Do you think that someone else can survive better than you?" ”

Ah Lan dropped the knife, fell to the corner, leaned against the wall, hugged his head and said, "Sir, I don't know, it's torture for them to die, but who knows, it's also torture to live alone." ”