I don't know if it's Qiu Tong's illusion or what, every time he sees Uncle Jiang in the flower garden, he feels that Uncle Jiang is surrounded by a circle of mist, recently you look at this fog is getting thicker and thicker, today walked to Uncle Jiang's side, he saw Uncle Jiang's face clearly.

Qiu Tongcoffin said apologetically: "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry, I didn't come to the flower garden to help because I had something to do recently." ”

Jiang Bo turned around: "Oh, it's you, I haven't seen you for a few days, you've grown taller, it's okay, Steward Huang told me, the landlord has been looking for you recently and asked you to go out, but the next time you want to go out, remember to tell me, so that I don't have to go up and down the stairs to find you." ”

Qiu Tongcoffin said: "Okay, I know." ”

He glanced up, the whole flower garden was the same, in just a few days, as if it had been renovated, and the flower building was also spotlessly cleaned.

Qiu Tongqi asked curiously: "Uncle Jiang, this flower garden... ”

Jiang Bo saw his curiosity: "Alas, I'm not idle, so I'll take care of it." ”

Uncle Jiang takes care of the flower garden every day, but this is the first time that Uncle Jiang has even taken care of the flower building so thoroughly, and even the curtain has been replaced with a new one.

Jiang Bo looked at the flower building and was stunned: "Maybe one day, someone will come up to live in this flower building." ”

Qiu Tongqi wondered if the person Jiang Bo was talking about was referring to Shi Niang.

Uncle Jiang handed him a flower hoe and asked him to change his clothes, there was still a lot of work in this garden.

After noon, Butler Huang specially came to wait for the old and the young to go to dinner together.

Steward Huang deliberately found a small room in the dining hall that was not disturbed, and prepared a few exquisite wine and dishes.

Jiang Bo sat down with a smile, Qiu Tongxiang's buttocks twisted for a long time, and he couldn't stand the hard pull of Steward Huang, so he also sat down.

At the banquet, Steward Huang poured three glasses of wine and warmly invited him to feast together.

When the wine was half-drunk, Steward Huang put down the wine glass, his cheeks were slightly red, and he said with emotion: "It's not easy for our old landlord! Don't look at the big place of our Jiangdao Building, but since I entered the building, I have not seen the landlord leave the shrine knife grave one step, for many years, a person facing the challenges of the world, after all, the hero is still a little lonely." Uncle Jiang, you entered the building earlier than me, in this Jiangdao Building, has the landlord always lived alone?"

Jiang Bo was obviously a little drunk, and the cup he was holding was also shaky: "No... No, in the past, there lived in the tomb of the god mound knife, where the landlord's family of three lived, but later the landlord's wife unfortunately passed away, and the landlord's daughter later left the Jiangdao Building. ”

Steward Huang raised his glass and touched it with Uncle Jiang: "I didn't expect the landlord to have such a past, it's really embarrassing, but, fortunately, the landlord hasn't kept this widow in vain for most of his life, and now, everything is going to be fine, don't you say?"

Uncle Jiang smiled drunkenly: "Hehe, Steward Huang said it well, it's true." ”

Qiu Tongcoffin was eating nonsense on the side, as for what Steward Huang and Uncle Jiang were talking about, he didn't care at all, who would care what the two drunkards were talking about, most of them were some kind of mysterious dragon gate array, just don't listen to it.

The season has already entered winter, in the town outside Jiangdaolou, after nightfall, outside a small noodle restaurant, gathered a few people who returned late, running business, going out, seven or eight people sitting inside and outside the small noodle restaurant, in this town, it can basically be called full.

The noodle shop is very small, very simple, only two tables can be placed in the inner room, and a larger shed is set up outside, and there are seven or eight tables crowded in the shed, and the strange thing is that no one sits on the warm tables in the inner room, and they are all crowded in the shed.

The owner of the noodle cook, with a square head and a big face, a white turban wrapped around his head, and a thick and long beard around his chin.

Below, he picked up the spoon and kept repeating, but the vicissitudes of life on his face were the same as a day, and his voice was very thin, but it was always polite.

The boss has a rule, if the noodles are not enough, you can add them, and the dishes and noodles are counted as a small amount of money, but he does not serve them, which means that you have to serve them yourself.

Some people say that the boss injured his leg in the early years and couldn't move around at will, and some people said that the boss was hypocritical himself, but fortunately, the noodles in his house have a unique flavor, and the price is fair, so everyone is used to it.

In the night covered by the cold fog here, come to a bowl of steaming noodles, feel comfortable, and warm on the body.

If you move a little slower, the noodles will be cold, and the taste will be much worse, so the people who eat noodles here generally eat quickly, three or two bites, and then the warmth of the noodle soup can stay in the stomach for a long time, even if it is a night of travel, you will not feel a little chill.

The people who came from the noodle shop quickly dispersed, and when the last person got up to pay and leave, an old man walked slowly on the other side of the street.

I chose a table closest to the stove and sat down.

The boss threw the noodles into the pot, the old man sat down in front of the boss, took the chopsticks himself, and wiped them carefully, the old man wiped them very carefully, so careful that the chopsticks were about to be wiped off.

Finally, the old man put the pair of chopsticks on the table, took out a brand new pair of chopsticks from his arms, and put them on the peeled chopsticks.

The boss glanced at it, his eyelids jumped, he didn't speak, a long spoon was scooped deep in the pot, poured into the bowl, this noodle until here, it was unremarkable, basically it was difficult to associate such a bowl of white noodles with food, but when the boss poured the cheeks on it, the fragrance was overflowing for a while, and the small noodle restaurant was full of flavor.

The boss pushed the noodles out and said with a smile: "Guest, please use it slowly." ”

The old man sat there and didn't move, and the other bowls of noodles were only one step away from the old man, and the boss only needed to take a step out of the stove to hand the noodles to the old man, but the boss didn't move, as if the boss had only shown his upper body all his life.

Seeing the heat on the bowl of noodles, the more and less it drifted, and finally the old man couldn't sit still, stood up, bent over, and pulled the bowl of noodles over.

The old man picked the noodles, took a large chopstick and put it in his mouth.

The boss looked at him with a grin and ate that mouthful of noodles and asked, "How, how?"

seems to be very eager to get the old man's affirmation.

The old man's mouth moved, and the big mouthful of noodles slid down, and he smacked his mouth: "It's okay, but it's still a little short of the real face." ”

The boss said: "Guest officer, are you kidding, I threw the noodles into the pot in front of you, can this noodles be true or false?"

The old man clipped another chopstick: "Not only is this face fake, but even this noodle seller is fake." In this world, there is no noodle boss who does not serve the table by himself, you will stick to that broken habit all your life, and sooner or later you will leak the bottom. ”

The boss put down the tablecloth in his hand, and his voice changed to a different tone, which was full of arrogance: "If I didn't have that habit, I guess no one below would respect me anymore, and I still don't understand whether they respect me so much and fear me because of this bad habit, or because of me." ”

The old man said: "You are not a bad habit, but a stinky problem, poor and exquisite, people who have been in the jade capital for a long time have a stinky problem, poor and exquisite." ”

The boss smiled faintly: "Rich people, naturally they can only be poor and exquisite." ”

The old man put down his chopsticks: "I'll pull you here, if you keep talking, I'll spit out this noodles." Have you found her?"

The boss said proudly: "Not only did I find it, but I passed the news of Tao Shanshan's entry into Jiangdao Tower to her without revealing a trace." ”

The old man nodded: "I can't think of wine bags and rice bags, and occasionally I can do one or two things." ”

The boss was not annoyed at all: "Hehe, naturally I can't compare with my predecessors, I have to learn more from my predecessors, guarding a who is like a day for ten years, and I am well versed in the essence of the enemy not moving and I am not moving, I really doubt that when you received this errand, didn't you also casually issue any elixir of immortality, otherwise with my lifespan, I would never be able to do your errand." ”

The old man pushed out the empty noodle bowl: "After the noodles are eaten, do you collect the money?"

The boss said: "As long as the seniors are willing to give, I will be willing to accept it, as much as you want." ”

The old man sighed and stood up: "Alas, forget it, after all, you and your face are not worth anything. ”

With that, the old man turned around and slowly walked into the thick fog.

The boss laughed at himself, only to see him turn around slowly, and he actually walked out from behind the stove, a pair of golden boots in the thick fog, particularly dazzling.

Hearing a sudden shout, a Western Regions tribute horse, stepping on light hooves from the fog, slowly galloped into the small noodle restaurant.

The boss turned over and got on the horse, only to see that he stretched out his hand and lifted it on his face, a mask made of human skin, falling in the air, and then looked at the person on the horse, a handsome face with a little fog and frost, and the yellow scale robe he carried was gently on the horse's back.

In the quiet streets, a lamentation rarely heard in the South was sung:

The wildfire burned the embers of the golden wheel, and the autumn water collapsed and sank the rouge marks.

Jun looks at the spring willows under the bridge, and the sunset flies and kills.

Whip lightly, horseshoe galloping, one man and one horse, in the fog, when the people in the town are still asleep, gradually drifting away.

The small noodle restaurant is still the same small noodle restaurant, and there is still a boss with a square head and a big face standing in the noodle restaurant, still cooking noodles, still not on the table, but this boss does not have golden boots and yellow robes.

At this time, in the Jiangdao Tower, on the grave of the Divine Tomb Knife.

A black-robed man stood beside the Jue, and the Jue was still sitting on the ancient wooden lacquered chair, but today he looked particularly uneasy.

He asked eagerly, "Is the news reliable?" Is she really coming back?"

The black robe raised a face with no beard and no eyebrows: "It will be there in less than three or five days." ”

The kept rubbing his legs: "How many years has she been gone?"

The black-robed man replied, "About eight years, right?"

The shook his head and said an extremely accurate time: "Seven years and two hundred and twenty-eight days, when she left, she was only ten years old, probably so tall, I don't know what she has become now, can I still recognize her?"

The never put his hand in front of him, comparing the height, and his eyes exuded a brilliance that was rare to see.

The black-robed human: "Although she didn't let us get close, fortunately, the place where she lived was remote, and she hadn't suffered much turmoil over the years. ”