Today, something strange happened at the inn in Jingyefang in the south of the city.
It was so early in the morning that there was no time to sweep, and even one door of the door was opened, and a group of weirdos were swept in like a whirlwind.
The leader was a short-haired Taoist priest riding a donkey, leading a yellow-faced boy on a horse, with a young scholar on the horse.
This group of people were covered in mud, dead branches and leaves, and were in a state of disarray. They looked like wild boys who had been chased three streets by a big goose. However, they were generous and booked three upper rooms without saying a word.
After entering the room, he did nothing else but covered his head and fell asleep. He didn't wake up after noon.
Hey! I came to the inn this early in the morning and rushed to sleep as if I was reincarnated. The innkeeper has been running an inn for decades, and this is the first time I have seen him.
He told this matter to an acquaintance of his guests.
"Did you meet 'that'?" The guest pointed in a certain direction, but his words were unclear.
"Oh, where can I be?" Another drinker next to him was more open-minded, "If I encounter that village, will I still survive..."
Having said this, stop immediately.
The wooden stairs creaked, and a short-haired Taoist priest walked up.
The Taoist priest chose a seat near the window, ordered a large table of wine and food, and without even eating a few mouthfuls, he called the waiter over and said the word of caution.
"Little brother, has anything strange happened recently?"
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"The Taoist priest is joking. The wedding is approaching and it is a time for everyone to celebrate. Where is the weird thing?"
The waiter smiled sweetly, but his words were not entirely honest. Li Changan understood and did not expose it, but followed the tone and asked:
"Good day? What good day?"
"Of course it's the Qiqiao Festival!" The waiter's voice suddenly rose to a higher pitch, and he was full of energy from the inside out. "Taoist Master, you must see it tonight! The Qiqiao Festival here is different from other places, it is lively.
There are many, there will be a lantern festival tonight?"
"Look..." The waiter motioned Li Chang'an to look out the window. He saw several bullock carts coming onto the street. The carts were loaded with silks and lanterns, and several servants dressed as servants were hanging them along the street.
"Tsk tsk! This Niubancheng is really rich. In order to please the Weaver Girl, she can think of any way!" The waiter shook his head and said, "He is also lucky. If it is me who bumps into the Weaver Girl descending to earth..."
The second brother didn't say what would happen if it was him? But it was clear from the look on his dreamy face.
"Mother Weaver? Half a city of cows?"
Li Changan listened with some concern. He was about to ask more questions when suddenly there was a noise downstairs.
Not long after, a group of men carrying knives and swords swarmed up at the stairs. The men dispersed after going upstairs, and a rich middle-aged man wearing silk clothes emerged.
The rich middle-aged man glanced around the hall, and the hall, which had been a little noisy just now, suddenly became silent. He suddenly walked to the nearest table.
There were several strong men sitting on that seat, all with their breasts exposed, and they were making noises while talking. They were all the widows of the boss and the little ladies from the west. Their tone and expression were like those of a fighting cock, and they were probably from the street.
The naughty guy on the top.
But as soon as these men with knives and swords came up, the gangsters suddenly changed from fighting cocks to plague chickens. When the wealthy middle-aged people approached, each one seemed to be sitting on a red-hot iron plate. After a while, they couldn't hold it anymore.
He stood up with his shoulders hunched and his chest held in his chest. Just as he was about to beg for mercy and give up his seat, the middle-aged man pulled out a portrait from his arms.
"Have you ever seen the person in the painting?"
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Young gentleman? Fair-faced and beardless? Riding a pony?
Li Changan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."
The middle-aged man sighed, raised his hands, and carried a group of guards downstairs in low spirits. He had just asked everyone present, but no one had seen the young master riding a pony.
This group of people left not long ago.
The scholar covered his face with his sleeves, lowered his head, and walked over furtively.
As soon as he sat down, Li Changan joked: "No one suspected it at first, but the master behaves like this, isn't it just self-inflicted?"
"Huh?" The scholar blinked and looked around. He saw that no one was paying attention to him. After thinking about it, he finally looked down at himself. He was still wearing the same dirty Confucian uniform as yesterday. How could he look like a young man?
He breathed a sigh of relief and finally put down his sleeves.
"To be honest, I..."
"No need to say more!"
Li Changan waved his hand. He never liked hearing other people's nonsense, so he just poured a cup of tea for the scholar.
"Thank you." The scholar thought Li Changan was considerate of him, thanked him repeatedly, and was about to take it.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and snatched the tea, and then someone sat down on the seat next to him.
It’s not Feifei, but who is it?
"Scholar, I heard what the people below said..." Feifei moved his face closer, his smile full of mischief, "...they are looking for a pony rider..."
"Keep your voice down! Keep your voice down!" The scholar waved his hands repeatedly.
Feifei smiled evilly and continued.
"At first glance, those people come from wealthy families..."
As he said that, he looked at the scholar a few times. Not to mention, he couldn't see clearly last night. Now that he had washed his face, he saw that the scholar was quite handsome.
"...Tell me, did you take someone else's money? Or did you steal someone else's person? Or did you get both people and money?"
"Young Master is joking." The scholar sighed and told the truth with some hesitation, "I am... I ran away from home!"
Feifei's eyes suddenly lit up.
Ouch! You ran away from home too!
All of a sudden, the two of them seemed to have found a close friend. They exchanged cups and cups as they spoke, feeling as if they were both fallen from the world.
"I have never liked studying since I was a child, but my father forced me to study hard and get a reputation. But in today's world, what's the use of being an official..."
"Yes, yes, yes! What's the point of reading...the difference between yin and yang, men and women having different behaviors...that's nonsense! It's much more refreshing to wield a sword!"
The two talked for a while, becoming more and more excited as they talked, but suddenly they both turned to look at Li Changan.
"Taoist priest, what about you?"
"I?"
Li Changan had just been thinking about how comfortable he was, but he didn't expect that the topic would suddenly come to him.
"A monk has no worries, where do all these worries come from..." Li Changan raised his wine glass, "... let's talk about tonight's lantern festival."
He drank it all in one gulp and smiled freely and freely, but his mood under the smile was like the wine in the glass, slightly cool.
Which child has never violated the expectations of his parents and family?
The scholar's family hopes that he will study and become an official.
Feifei's father hopes that he will give up the idea of becoming a thief.
As for Li Changan himself...
He sighed inaudibly.
If you think about it carefully, the expectations he carries are smaller than those of the scholar and Feifei. If those people with high expectations are still there, I am afraid that he will be disappointed even more.