With the sound of drums, people on Chang'an Street gradually walked towards the square. The night lights gradually lit up horizontally, like chess pieces on the chessboard, falling one by one, playing their role.

If you didn’t stand on a high place, how could you see this scene?

Not far from Chang'an City, two teenagers sat on the ground, eating a few sesame oil cakes he had just grabbed from the market.

For these cakes, the two of them started to wander around most of Chang'an City from the East City, and then found the opportunity to hide in the convoy of the people and mingle out of the city. The energy they spent was far less than a few biscuits to make up for, but the feeling of this long-lost food entering the stomach was really rare.

The slightly shorter boy had no idea of ​​slowly tasting it. After solving two big cakes in just a few seconds, he looked at the other boy who was also thin but taller, and he couldn't help but spit out a lot of saliva in his mouth.

Guru...

The tall boy who was chewing slowly heard the sound, raised his head, met the short boy's gaze, smiled, broke off the small part he had bitten, and handed the remaining half to the short boy: "Here, you eat it."

The short boy gritted his teeth and was about to refuse, but a series of protests happened to ring in his stomach. The tall boy handed the cake forward: "Eat it, I'm not hungry."

"I owe you what I owe you, I will pay it back a hundred times in the future!" The short boy was no longer polite, but the oil cake was put into his stomach in two or three mouthfuls, and then patted his filly belly, looking at Chang'an with dazzling lights, and said, "Xiao Ming, do you think those rich people also eat oil cakes? What is the difference between the oil cakes they eat from us?"

The tall boy put the remaining oil cake into his mouth, chewed it gently, until there was no feeling between his teeth, and then slowly swallowed the mushy in his mouth, and replied: "The rich people don't eat oil cakes. They all eat meat and wine."

When the short boy heard the word "meat", he couldn't help but make a fuss in his belly, as if he was complaining about the poor food, which made the boy feel a little discouraged: "When can I eat meat every meal..."

"Xiao Ming, I heard that those knights can eat meat and drink wine every day, so happy! Let's go and be knights, free and easy rivers, wine and meat are companions."

The tall boy thought for a while and shook his head and said, "Akun, most of the knights in those stories have no good endings. I think it's better to find serious things."

"What's wrong with no good ending!" The short boy stood up and pointed to Chang'an City in the distance and said, "There are countless people there who think the same as you, and more people are doing what you say, holding dishes, washing dishes, cleaning stables. These dirty and tiring tasks are also serious things, but is it meaningful to do these things?"

"One day...one day..."

The short boy opened his hand and held Chang'an City, held the center of the world in his hand, and said fiercely: "One day! I will make the entire Chang'an City stand at my feet!"

...

"Xiao Ming."

"kindness?"

"Give."

Thirteen's eyes were withdrawn from Shadow Villa that disappeared in the dark. Two sesame oil cakes shook out from their sleeves and threw them to Zhang Yanming. He smiled and said, "I said I would give you a hundred times. Now I will pay back two of them first. Let's talk about the rest next time."

Zhang Yanming rolled his eyes, threw the cake under the cliff, and smiled: "So many years have passed, and you still remember these trivial things. Even if the cake comes, you owe me so much life to consider how to pay it back."

"Return it! I will definitely pay it back! I remember small things like cakes, how can I not remember such a big thing as life~" Thirteen nodded exaggeratedly and shouted loudly.

A small piece of biscuit, whether ten or a hundred times, can be easily returned to Zhang Yanming. However, the human favors contained in the cake cannot be replaced by real objects.

Thirteen likes to take advantage of his friends, but he is not the kind of person who forgets his righteousness when he sees profit. He remembers the favors he owes in his heart. It is just a joke to give Zhang Yanming the cake.

Should the other party see it?

still……

Didn't see it?

Instead, Lin was regarded as such a ruthless villain?

Thirteen could not see the clues in Zhang Yanming's face. Years of officialdom have polished this shy boy who used to be a sleek and sophisticated middle-aged man.

A young man has his own way of dealing with the world.

Middle-aged people must also have the way of dealing with the world.

"Hahaha~" Zhang Yanming smiled a few times and patted Thirteen's shoulders with a gentle voice, "Why do you have to say that you still have to be owed? No matter who you are now? What am I doing? You are Zhang's best friend, do you understand? Best friend, Zhang will never let his best friend be in danger. If you die, it will be difficult for me to find another best friend."

most……

"Gan Linliang, you are too good at speaking now!" Thirteen glanced at Zhang Yanming and said angrily, "You just kicked Lin off the cliff by you. If it weren't for your life, I would talk to you now... Oh no, I can't speak anymore, what you see should be a piece of meat pie."

Regarding this complaint, Zhang Yanming seemed to be suppressing his smile very seriously, which made Shisan mutter in his heart. It was just that there were some things that others didn't say, and it was really hard for you to guess, so he simply asked directly: "What the hell is going on?"

"Flying kites requires string~" Zhang Yanming said.

Wire?

sweet!!

After getting the keywords, Thirteen reacted immediately.

The wind cannot be controlled by others, and luck is not always so good.

Thirteen was able to float to Lizi's mountain village so well and be able to safely and smoothly from a hundred feet away. These are definitely not God’s help, but someone is interfering with them!

At this time, thousands of words in Thirteen's heart can only be summed up in one sentence - the grass branch is tilted! The heart of the people in this time is really dirty!

Looking at the thirteenth, his wonderful expressions, Zhang Yanming said: "A few months ago, caravans were frequently robbed on the nearby mountain roads. After a simple investigation, it was found that the robbers' robbers had a certain purpose, so they simply sent someone to lurk in it."

"There are too many things happening in the middle, so I won't say much. In short, the little girl's family now asks us to find someone, so her bandit game is over."

"What should I do now?" Thirteen pointed at the two men of Chaobo and Lizi who were still fighting, and then remembered the others, "And there are Man Tingfang and the Ling family?"

"They are all back..." Zhang Yanming suddenly thought of something halfway through his speech, and slapped his head, "I almost forgot something. When you go back, you can bring me something to Man Tingfang's people."

"What?"

"You will know when you see it."

Thirteen flicked his tongue and didn't ask much, but he still left some thoughts on Zhang Yanming: What kind of thing is mysterious and mysterious, one day he will clean you eight of them!

After the chat, Zhang Yanming shouted: "Super Bingjiao, it's time to leave."

Super bored, waved his hand, heard it again, then turned around easily, and slapped it on the back of the chestnut's neck.

Zhang Yanming said: "Oh, oh, no. Akun, you have to bring two things back now."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!