Zhou Qingfeng, who was running around Fulai Town, seemed to be walking in his own backyard, familiar with the road, but it did not seem natural.

Slowly Zhou Qingfeng walked to the west side of the town, although he was reluctant but there was nothing he could do, generally speaking, Zhou Qingfeng would not send a letter here, after all, there would be a person who specialized in running errands in such a "big mansion", of course, when other situations occurred, Zhou Qingfeng would be asked to deliver the letter. So Zhou Qingfeng may come here once or twice in a month, sometimes once more, sometimes less, but what can make Zhou Qingfeng certain is that he will definitely not come more than five times in a month.

Today, Zhou Qingfeng took out the letter from the bamboo basket behind him as usual and stood at the gate of the so-called "He Mansion", but his heart became more and more hurried and uneasy.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the He family's mansion, and sighed in his heart, rich people are different, and they are more exquisite, the He family's mansion is not big, but the two stone lions placed at the door are very scary, the stone lions that are half a head taller than Zhou Qingfeng are domineering, and the two stone lions have a round stone ball in their mouths, which is smooth and makes Zhou Qingfeng feel strange. But even if he felt strange, he still couldn't help touching the stone lion, and stepped forward to knock on the bronze lion head on the vermilion gate. After all, in Zhou Qingfeng's heart, the temper of rich people is not very good. If Zhou Qingfeng really broke the stone lion, I am afraid that he would not be killed on the stone road. Zhou Qingfeng has also heard the old man in the town say that this He family is not simple, it seems that the descendants of the Supervision Department have taken root in this town to have the He family's mansion, no wonder the stone lion outside the He family's mansion looks a little bigger than the others, the Supervision Department, that is a big official. Therefore, if the He family really beat him to death outside the door, the government may not dare to take care of it.

After a while, a young woman pushed open the door, walked out slowly, and looked closely, the woman's black hair was tied up in a princess bun, and on the bun was a beaded hairpin, on which hung a tassel, and when she spoke, the tassel swayed. She has a fair and pure face, soft and fine skin. The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are sparkling like stars. There is a small mouth under the bridge of the small nose, the lips are thin, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved upward, with a little sad smile. The whole face is delicate and beautiful, so refined, there is no trace of fireworks in the tea world. She wore a white shirt with silk flowers and a white pleated skirt. Sitting there, dignified and noble, quiet and elegant. It is so pure, tender, like a budding hibiscus, and it is not clean. There is still a faint fragrance of jasmine on the body, and I don't know if it's because of the sachet or if it's natural. Zhou Qingfeng was so stunned that he didn't hear what the woman asked, and the letter in his hand was not sent.

When the woman saw Zhou Qingfeng's appearance, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a hint of a smile in the corners of her eyes, and her voice was slightly amplified before asking, "Hello, is there something wrong?"

This time Zhou Qingfeng did react, his face was instantly covered with a smile on his face, he habitually scratched the back of his neck with his right hand, handed out the envelope with his left hand, and whispered: "I sent you a letter from your family." ”

The woman smiled slightly, twisted the corner of the envelope with her fingers, took the letter, and said, "It's hard work, do you want to come in and rest and drink hot water?"

Zhou Qingfeng smiled shyly, didn't answer, just shook his head, and ran away.

The woman looked at Zhou Qingfeng's figure slowly moving away, but she didn't rush back to the mansion, she looked up at the only private school in the town, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

It wasn't until the private school seemed to have a purple aura that the woman smiled and turned away.

The letter left until the end belonged to the owner of the famous tavern "Fulai Tavern" in the town, which did not have any luxurious and bright decorations, but was so ordinary that it could not be ordinary, and there was only one person in the tavern who was busy there. The tavern keeper's surname is Li, and he is also an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary, and the only thing that is not ordinary is that the tavern owner receives a letter from home every week.

The tavern business is not tepid, if there are usually no festivals or anything like that, there are some old men drinking and chatting there, talking about things that Zhou Qingfeng doesn't know.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't care too much about what the old men were talking about, but skillfully took out the last envelope from the bamboo basket and walked gently to the tavern. Of course, some old people saw Zhou Qingfeng, looked at Zhou Qingfeng politely, nodded, smiled, and said hello. Zhou Qingfeng naturally returned the salute.

Crossing the door of the tavern, he shouted into the kitchen behind the tavern, "Uncle Li, I have your letter, I will put it on the table for you." Zhou Qingfeng quickly walked to the table in the tavern, pressed the envelope under the wooden abacus on the table, and walked outside the tavern.

From time to time, a voice came from the tavern that was neither nice nor unpleasant: "Okay, little breeze, I know." I'm sorry for you. Pour yourself some tea and drink it and rest. ”

Zhou Qingfeng had already walked out of the tavern, so naturally he couldn't hear it, but even if he heard it, he shouldn't have replied, just smiled shyly again.

Soon Zhou Qingfeng walked next to the old people, even if Zhou Qingfeng didn't pay attention to listening to the old people's conversations, he could naturally hear something when he was so close.

Slowly, Zhou Qingfeng was some distance away from the tavern, but he was thinking about what he had just heard about "countless injuries", what "although he won the battle, it was completely the same as losing the battle", so Zhou Qingfeng could also guess which country the Great Qin Dynasty had fought with this time, and the results of this war were not satisfactory. But Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about it, because these had nothing to do with him. So naturally he doesn't take it to heart.

Slowly, the sunset became more and more red, and gradually drooped downward, reuniting with the figure of the boy in the distance, as if putting on a blood-colored armor for the boy, which was not beautiful, but it made people unable to leave their eyes!