From night to day, Nian'an never slept all night.

Today, the sun was shining outside the courtyard, and the boy stood up from the recliner with his hands on the edge of the bed.

The girl on the bed only showed a small face from the futon, and she bit her lip tightly, although her face was waxy, there was still a little smile on the corner of her lips.

Nian An reasoned in his heart, there are a lot of people he wants to see today, he wants to see Dr. Zhou, to see the fat shopkeeper of the Jushi Building, and he even wants to inquire about the news of Yu Daochang, who will come and leave as soon as he says.

He wants to treat Qiuqiu, Qu Bai will go to Taiyuan if he can't cure it, and if Taiyuan can't cure it, he will go to the capital, and if the capital has no rut, he will go to the demon domain to the extreme south and to the feather land.

With a vast 90,000 miles of heaven, can't there be room for such a little girl?

He carefully picked up Daozang and put it in his arms, tied the scabbard on his back, wiped the dirt off the surface of the iron sword, and inserted it back into the scabbard.

Outside the door, I don't know if it is the sequelae of the raging rainstorm some time ago, but the sunshine in September is still scorching.

The north street under the sun is quiet and peaceful, and Song Laohan on the other side of the street is routinely pushing out a wooden cart full of mung bean soup. The two brothers of the Yin family who are a little further north don't know if they turned over some small books in the gambling game last night, and the two of them are gnawing on fritters at this time, and they are about to go to the South Street Gambling House, which will open in the early morning.

It takes about half an hour to walk from Nian'an's house to the Jushi Building, and the street scenes on both sides of the road gradually become lively.

In a few days, it will be the second most lively Midyear Festival in September every year, and most of the business travelers will choose to pack up their luggage and return to the customs after this festival, rectify for a while, and wait until the spring of next year to run the business.

When passing by the mouth of the ancient Wutong alley, Nian An was a little surprised, not that the mighty ironclad soldiers of the Xiuzi battalion had already been stationed so early.

What made Nian'an's heart flow a little warm was that the ancient sycamore, which was half split by lightning and was about to die, was rekindled today for some reason.

The curved trunk, which had been dry and even pus-shedding, had straightened up again. Even those sycamore leaves, which had obviously turned yellow and curled, bloomed green again in the sunlight today.

The boy felt that this was a good sign for himself.

Today is a big day.

He was going to quit his job in the Lay Building, and he was going to start a new chapter in his life.

After sitting all night, he no longer thought about whether he could succeed in changing his life, and whether Qiuqiu's illness could be cured.

As if she had been pushed off a cliff, Nian An didn't want to waste her limited time on emotions such as sentimentality.

Leaving him to die and come back to life, he suddenly had an inexplicable self-confidence, firmly believing that everything would come to him.

He was going to wave his hand completely and say goodbye.

He touched the last few scattered copper plates on his body, ran to the street and ordered a bowl of "special version" of sauerkraut beef noodles with shredded pickles instead of beef. There were a lot of people at the table today, and I don't know if the shopkeeper of this noodle shop was kind, and he actually allowed those homeless people and beggars who poured in from all over the northwest to sit on the noodle table with a few copper plates that he had begged for.

Nian An was hungry all night.

After sucking the noodles a few times, he still didn't feel that it was enjoyable, so he simply put the sour soup with some oil stars on his face and drank it, and stirred the chewy shredded pickles with chopsticks while drinking.

An old man in a white robe happened to poke the tea eggs in front of him with chopsticks, drank a mouthful of white porridge, and sighed: "Hey, I'm used to seeing the lead wash and glitz, and intrigue." When I got old, I suddenly felt that there were many good people in this world. ”

"Do you know that a few days ago, Mr. Wei from the academy privately scattered all his family wealth and asked someone to go to Longxi to buy more than a dozen carts of books to bring back to Qubai!"

"And this kind of thing, who is it for?" A shirtless light man on the side drank the cheap hot porridge that was still hot.

"To give you a rough look like this kind of unlearned and unskilled. ”

The middle-aged man was not angry, "Can I? I always feel that we are insulting poor bones when we touch those ink books with a good smell." ”

A few people next to him nodded in agreement.

Nian An finished chewing the last shredded mustard in the bowl and looked at the old gentleman who was talking.

The old gentleman had silver hair and a well-groomed beard. The white robe on his body looked at it casually, and he also knew that it was the best Longxi material.

"Who is Mr. Wei? A famous Confucian in the world! He said that you can see it, but you are still afraid of a ball. ”

After the old gentleman finished this, he waited until the crowd digested it before he continued: "Mr. Wei said that in the future, he will find a way to create a place called a library in Qubai, so that everyone in Qubai will have the opportunity to go in and read it." Oh, by the way, I heard he's going to give a lecture to everyone in a few days.

The old gentleman touched his beard, "In the future, if you have knowledge, you will all go out and take a look outside, don't kneel for a long time, you don't know how to stand!"

......

"Our northwest, it's no worse than those mother's skin places outside!" Several people around the table looked at the old gentleman and raised the bowl in his hand.

The old man smiled and nodded, "It's still a lot of good things." ”

Nian An decided that after curing Qiuqiu's illness, even if he was very shy because of the test papers, he must visit Mr. Wei Guangming again.

After eating, Nian An walked briskly to the layman's building, and he was thinking about the words he wanted to give to the fat shopkeeper for a while while while walking.

In the more than two years of working together, although the shopkeeper treated him very fiercely, he never deducted a penny from him during the New Year's holidays, and even gave him a boost some time ago. It's good to get together and disperse, Nian'an hopes that even if he leaves, he can leave a good impression on others. ”

The boy lowered his head in contemplation, and a golden sparrow flew in the sky, humming a few bright tunes tactfully.

......

"Huh...... Why hasn't the door been opened yet?" Nian An walked to the layman's building, but the door was still closed.

It stands to reason that the fat shopkeeper will come to the building early every day to take inventory.

Nian An heard that the shopkeeper had been working in the Chang family's residential building for more than ten years, and he had also risen from the bottom of the small work, so he naturally had a deep affection for this restaurant.

The boy estimated that the shopkeeper had probably slept, so he sat on his knees and waited on the street outside.

About half an hour later, the door was still closed.

Nian An stood up in confusion, walked to the door and knocked.

"The shopkeeper is me and Nian'an. ”

The door was not locked, and Nian An tapped it twice, and it opened on its own.

The boy walked into the lobby.

The first thing that catches your eye is a bag of stone-like things tied up in a gray cloth bag on the ground.

Nian An turned his head, and the fat shopkeeper was wearing a purple Luo shirt and lying on a table with his back to him.

"Shopkeeper?"

There is a strong smell of sake wafting through the shop.

......

The boy walked.

The shopkeeper's head was lost.

Someone hid in the shadows and let out a high-pitched giggle.