Chapter 171: The Disappearance of the Second Master of Yan (3)
The two said a few more words, and the young man lay on the table, and Lao Xiucai said, 'Why did you get drunk first when you said that you invited me to drink?' and called me to settle the account. 1--I saw that the young man was still holding a very delicate money bag in his hand when he was drunk, so Lao Xiucai took the money bag, counted the three cents and gave it to me, and said while counting, 'You invite me to eat and drink, naturally pay for your money, since you are drunk, I will take it for you',"
"After that, I got angry again, I was very impatient, I rummaged in the young man's money bag for a long time, and muttered for a long time, like something 'come out without change, do you want to pay this kind of account with gold leaves', etc., and finally I couldn't, I took out a copper plate from my belt, and said, 'I paid for you, but remember to pay me back', gave me the four cents, and put the young man's money bag back into the young man's arms, and then asked me to pour all the leftover wine that I hadn't drunk into his big vermilion gourd. β
When the owner of the tea house said this, he was stunned for a while. The room filled seemed to sense the conspiracy that came from the depths of the incident, and no one moved or spoke. Behind the large floor-to-ceiling screen, it is also quiet.
The owner of the tea house said: "Later, I couldn't remember it a little. I saw that the old Xiucai was leaving, for fear that he, the drunken young man, would stay and drag me down, but the old Xiucai said, 'Fortunately, I know which inn he lives in the city, and he just told me', and then he picked up the young man and said to me, 'Don't worry, I'll just send him back', and I was naturally very grateful. But the strange thing is that I still can't remember which direction he went, how he took the young man, and I don't know what I was doing at that time. After speaking, he was stunned again.
The sunset was shining brightly, illuminating the snow in a golden light. The shriveled green bamboo leaves gradually melted the snow, and the wind, slowly cold, warm, slowly faded. Golden, like a child's long sheer gauze clothes, thin and dragging, walking through the long snow and ice, dragging through the lonely red dust.
Silent silence. It's a big room.
The little medicine boys who are not on duty use and squeeze as much as possible in the snow under the desolate sunset, and soak up their happy time. Build a snowman and have a snowball fight. Innocent and carefree.
"Take him out, compensate him for this half-day income, and send him away. β
The divine doctor accompanied Canghai to be silent, and spoke in a low voice for him. Weak, weak, as pale as the sea. Raising his head, Yu Zhou brought the owner of the tea house up.
The owner of the tea house walked past Canghai and stopped. After a while, he was embarrassed: "...... This son-in-law ......" stood for another stop before saying, "Take care......"
The Divine Doctor nodded.
Yu Zhou sent the owner of the tea house out of the house.
Behind the screen, three beauties appeared. The atmosphere did not dare to take a breath. He didn't sit either, but stood far away beside his son.
"...... in the end" Zi Youyou took a step, and was pulled by Jinting. Jin Ting frowned slightly and shook her head slightly.
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The sea was silently motionless. The eyebrows are slightly rubbed, and the eyes are not blinked. The lip color is pale and pink, and the lips are tender and shiny. Except for the still unreceding marks on his knuckles, the man was too calm.
"White ......," the divine doctor called uncertainly. Busy with the wrist of the sea.
Of all the people, only he understands.
The poisonous wool Gu on the crop man's body is really terrifying from the bottom of his heart and from the bottom of his feet.
The Divine Doctor lamented.