182. Chapter 181 Are you a kid from the generation of letters?
The little girl with a sallow complexion helped her old father into a store. Next to her was the little girl's brother. The brother's face didn't look good either, and he seemed to be sick.
This family looks like a poor family.
"Brother, please support Daddy while Yaya asks the shopkeeper to open two guest rooms for us."
The sick brother coughed twice, and his clear face quickly turned a sickly flush, "Ahem...Okay, Yaya, pay attention to yourself."
As he spoke, his brother helped the old man beside him to a corner of the inn lobby.
The old father glanced at the eldest son beside him and said, "Yan'er, Yaya is a girl's family after all. She should be less exposed to these things." There was a bit of reproach in his tone. However, he glanced at his son's sickly pale face.
Face, the old father didn’t say anything more.
The man named Yan'er nodded respectfully, "Yan'er understands." Saying this, the man's eyes followed the little girl's figure and landed next to the counter.
The old father on the side calmly glanced at the surrounding environment and found that no one noticed the three of them, so he sat down with peace of mind.
After a while, the little girl who went to ask the waiter to buy two guest rooms came back.
"Teacher, daddy..."
The soft Jiangnan Wu sound flowed on the girl's tongue for a while, and then, like a melodious melody, it entered people's ears.
The sound of "Daddy" attracted the attention of several nearby guests. After all, after hearing such a beautiful voice, people would want to see who the owner of that voice was.
However, these people couldn't help but be a little disappointed after seeing the little girl's sallow face and skinny appearance. She was not pretty, but more than delicate. But with such a soft voice, it seemed a bit of a pity.
He shook his head, and his curiosity about the father, son, brother and sister was withdrawn. These three people all had extremely mediocre looks. They were thrown on the street and could not be found. Naturally, they could not attract everyone.
of attention.
"Dad, let's go up."
The eldest son coughed twice, helped his father, and then glanced at his sister. The sister looked at him and helped the other side of his father. Under the guidance of the waiter, the three of them went up the stairs and went to two ordinary guest rooms.
"Sir, Miss, please come in, please!" The waiter's flattering voice ended the last movement of the family downstairs.
The door is closed.
The waiter then changed his expression, put away his flattery, and knelt on the ground with one knee.
"Uncle Master."
The person calling was naturally the old man opposite. The old man opened his eyes. His old eyes, which should have been cloudy, were now shining with light.
"Are you a boy of the Chinese character generation?"
The voice of the old man who spoke seemed to be that of Miao Kong.
But it turns out that this family of three is none other than Xu Huanyan, Miaokong, and Shu Xiaoya who survived the robbery at Huanhu Villa.
The waiter said respectfully, "That's right. My name is Lanxing. If my uncle has something to do, he can call me over at any time."
Miaokong waved his hand and said calmly, "Help me prepare some medicine for injuries. Mainly for internal injuries, and then some for cleaning knife wounds. Then, prepare some disguise materials."
Lan Xing glanced at the other two people who were silent on the side, but found that the two people were still looking at their eyes, nose, mouth, and heart.