Xie Zhenliang couldn't sleep all night.

Lying on the bed, there was a thunderous snoring sound from the fat man in the same room.

In the past few years, while running around, the two have a deep brotherly relationship, and they have been sleeping in the same room at night, he has long been accustomed to the snoring of the fat man, no matter how loud he moves, he can still turn a deaf ear and sleep peacefully.

But tonight, he tossed and turned, and could not sleep.

This is not because Fat Zhang's snoring is too harsh to make it difficult for him to sleep, on the contrary, he can hardly feel Fat Zhang's snoring in his ears at all.

In front of his eyes, there has always been a scene of Xiaofeng girl holding a little white dog in her arms, her long skirt fluttering, like a fairy.

Fan Songxi's words always echoed in his ears, and the Red Sleeve Move was one of the most famous green buildings in Xi'an, where there was a famous courtesan named Phoenix, who made the young men of the city crazy.

Xie Zhenliang saw Miss Xiaofeng enter the gate of the Red Sleeve Move, and she must be the person inside.

Xiaofeng?

Could it be the same person?

With the appearance of Xiaofeng girl, to say that she is not a courtesan in the red sleeves, but just an ordinary maid who pours tea and water and does chores, even Xie Zhenliang himself can't believe it.

But if you want to say that Miss Xiaofeng is the kind of woman who is pretentious in front of people and charming, Xie Zhenliang doesn't want to believe it.

She is so loving to an injured stray dog, how can she be the kind of snobbish woman who deceives men with a silver tael on their waists?

This night, Xie Zhenliang was constantly assuming, constantly overturning, and tossing in repeated self-denial, until the sound of a rooster crowing came from the window, and he still had his eyes open, without any sleep.

He didn't understand what was wrong with him, the first time in his life that he had such insomnia.

Standing up, he walked lightly to the window, without alerting the fat man who was still asleep.

Pushing open the window, I saw that the sky outside was gradually revealing a touch of fish belly white.

No matter how difficult the situation is, life still has to go on, and a new day will continue to come.

A new day always brings new hope.

When the sky was bright, Xie Zhenliang had already left the inn in a hurry.

There wasn't even a single figure on the streets, and even the people who watched the night patrol last night should have gone home to rest and were gone.

To tell the truth, when such an epidemic is rampant, they still insist on going out every night to watch the night, these people are still quite admirable.

Familiar with the way through the empty street, this route, last night in Xie Zhenliang's mind flashed back countless times, he was already very familiar.

Not long after, Xie Zhenliang came to the two vermilion gates of the Red Sleeve Move.

After a moment's hesitation, he knocked on the knocker.

He must personally confirm whether Miss Xiaofeng and Phoenix are the same person? The girl who is fresh and beautiful like a fairy with a little white dog in her arms is not the rumored dusty courtesan who turns everyone upside down and makes the young men of the city crazy?

Soon after the knocker rang, there was movement inside.

The door opened, and a middle-aged uncle dressed in cloth who looked like a servant slowly opened the door.

He looked up at Xie Zhenliang standing in front of the door, his face was expressionless, neither surprised that during such an epidemic lockdown, there would be people who dared to come to the door, nor did he feel that the person who came was the kind of pretentious style of "peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic".

The son-in-law felt mocked.

As if he had known that Xie Zhenliang would definitely come, he had been waiting for him, and let Xie Zhenliang in with an expressionless face, walked in front silently, and led Xie Zhenliang to the door of a room on the second floor.

I don't know why, Xie Zhenliang always felt a little strange when he looked at the posture he walked in front of him, it looked as if one leg was lame, but he didn't walk slowly at all, and even a healthy person could barely keep up, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was really a cripple?

When he arrived at the door of the room, the lame uncle still didn't say a word, just pointed to the room, as if to signal him to go in, and then turned his head and walked away, leaving Xie Zhenliang there alone.

Xie Zhenliang felt a little inexplicable, what kind of place is this room? Could it be that it is Miss Xiaofeng's room?

Immediately, he shook his head again and denied his idea, the lame uncle had never said a word from beginning to end, how could he possibly know what he was here for?

Since walking in here, Xie Zhenliang has felt that there is a strange feeling here, except for this lame uncle, there seems to be no one else in the entire red sleeve move, and the whole environment that was originally richly decorated also feels eerie.

Standing in front of the door and hesitating for a long time, looking back, the lame uncle had already disappeared, and in desperation, Xie Zhenliang finally pushed open the door in front of him.

No matter what place it is, even if it is hell, it can only break through hard.

The door opened, and instead of some eerie hell, it was greeted by a scent.

This fragrance Xie Zhenliang is very familiar, when Xiaofeng girl wafted in front of him yesterday, the fragrant wind that rushed across his face was the same smell, this smell made him think about it all night, naturally it will never be wrong.

As soon as he lowered his head, a little white dog lame on one leg, shook his head and ran over, trying to stand up upright with his two hind legs, lying on Xie Zhenliang's leg with his front legs, wagging his tail desperately, whining in his mouth, and staring at a pair of watery round eyes to please him.

This is clearly the injured little white dog yesterday, and it seems that it still recognizes itself.

Xie Zhenliang couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to stroke the little white dog's head a few times, the little white dog seemed to enjoy it very much, wagged his tail harder, and stretched out his long tongue to lick his hand.

While petting the puppy, Xie Zhenliang looked up and carefully looked at the room.

The windows opened, and the golden morning light poured in from outside, illuminating the room through. The whole room is relatively simple, but it looks very exquisite, and the whole is full of a light blue tone, which makes people feel very fresh.

Xie Zhenliang was watching, and from behind the blue curtain of that day, a person came out, wearing the same pink dress as yesterday, it was Xiaofeng girl.

It seems that this is Miss Xiaofeng's room.

Xie Zhenliang grew so big and walked into the boudoir of a girl's house for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel a little cramped, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he stood there stunned.

Looking at his stupid appearance, Miss Xiaofeng smiled, pointed to the chair next to her, and said to Xie Zhenliang: "Why is Gongzi Xie standing stupidly, please sit!"

Her smile, in Xie Zhenliang's eyes, was as straight as a bright spring light, and he was a little stupid, and sat down on the chair in a trance.

Seeing Xiaofeng girl come out, the little white dog also ran behind her and stood quietly, like a little follower.

Miss Xiaofeng pointed to Xie Zhenliang's side at this time

On the coffee table, there was a cup of tea that had been brewed, and it was still steaming: "Mr. Xie, please drink tea." ”

Xie Zhenliang was a little stunned, and asked puzzledly, "How did you know I was here?"

This tea is still hot, and it is clear that it has just been brewed, which makes Xie Zhenliang feel very strange.

Miss Xiaofeng pointed to the open window and chuckled: "Here you can see the long street outside, and the slave family happened to be standing in front of the window, so when I saw the son of the master coming to knock on the door, I guess he must have come to find the slave family." ”

Xie Zhenliang suddenly realized, but he was a little reluctant to admit it, so he asked a little unwillingly: "How does the girl know that she must be looking for the girl?"

The smile on Miss Xiaofeng's face was even worse: "The people in this whole red sleeve move, from the beginning of the epidemic, have all run away, the slave family is from other places, there are no relatives here, and there is no reason here, and they have encountered a lockdown and can't go out, so they can only stay here." If Gongzi Xie came to the Red Sleeve Recruitment, if he didn't look for a slave family, where would there be anyone else?"

Xie Zhenliang smiled a little embarrassed, nodded and said, "That's why the girl ordered the uncle to open the door for me, and led me out of the girl's room." ”

Miss Xiaofeng said: "That's the eighth uncle, my adoptive mother's loyal servant, after my adoptive mother passed away, he has been with the slave family to take care of, is a rare good person." ”

Foster mother?

Xie Zhenliang secretly thought in his heart, sure enough, this little Feng girl's life experience must be a little bumpy, and she must have fallen into the dust by mistake, and she couldn't help but feel a little more pity for her in her heart.

After pondering for a while, he finally asked: "I heard that a very famous courtesan has come to this red-sleeved trick in recent months, and he is both beautiful and artistic, which makes the men in the city fall for it, I don't know ......"

He hesitated a little and didn't finish asking.

Miss Xiaofeng didn't seem to mind, and said with a slight smile: "Gongzi Xie guessed well, the slave family is the singing prostitute, whose name is Phoenix!"

Her generous confession made Xie Zhenliang's heart suddenly relax, he smiled a little relieved, and said without words: "It seems that Miss Xiaofeng, you like this style of pink dress very much." ”

Miss Xiaofeng seemed to look at Xie Zhenliang with some surprise, and praised: "Childe is really good eyesight!"

Although the color and style are the same as yesterday's one, Miss Xiaofeng obviously changed her dress today, because she once tore the corner of her skirt to bandage the wound of the little white dog in yesterday's one, and in today's one, the corner of the skirt is intact.

Of course, Xie Zhenliang can see this, not because he is meticulous in his observations, but because he has been repeatedly recalling every detail of his encounter with Xiaofeng girl all night, so he remembers it very clearly.

The fact that a girl has more than one of the same dresses is enough to show her love for this color and style.

Miss Xiaofeng's praise made Xie Zhenliang feel a little embarrassed, and he smiled and diverted the topic: "Other girls here usually like to name themselves what flowers, what jade, etc., why do girls want to name them Phoenix?"

Every time he hears this name, Xie Zhenliang always thinks of his favorite famous sentence: "Fengxiang nine days, not Wuwu." ”

(The phrase "not Wu does not live" was first seen in the "Book of Songs", and in the verses of the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Xisheng, there is also "there is a mighty phoenix, not Wu does not live".) ）

Miss Xiaofeng smiled and said lightly: "Because Phoenix is the name that my adoptive mother gave to the slave family before her death." ”

"Oh. Xie Zhenliang responded, his eyes fixed on Miss Xiaofeng to continue.