This situation was unexpected. Zhong Shaoyu stared at Hongdou in a daze for a while, until a shadow suddenly fell over her head. She looked up suddenly and realized that Jiang Yu had returned to her at some point.
There was still no expression on his face, and there was even a stiff coldness between his eyebrows, but Zhong Shaoyu somehow managed to catch a touch of warmth from his body.
The two of them did not eat at Chen's house. After paying homage to Su Qin'er, they left together and returned to the restaurant without stopping.
Jiang Yu had given him a lot of money, and their rooms were still reserved. The two of them had a simple meal downstairs, and then went back to their respective rooms to rest.
Zhong Shaoyu slept deeply for a long time, and was barely awakened until the evening by the shouts of a sweet-scented osmanthus cake seller passing by downstairs.
She slowly climbed out of bed, opened the window facing the street, and looked down. She saw a middle-aged man carrying a burden selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes along the street. Behind him was a six or seven-year-old boy.
Girl, that little girl is jumping up and down, very cute.
She heard most of the things about Su Qin'er from Mr. Chen, but she thought that Su Qin'er many years ago was probably like the little girl downstairs, following her father around the streets carefree.
run.
As the father and daughter gradually walked away, the cries of the sellers gradually disappeared.
Only then did Zhong Shaoyu retract her gaze. Just as she was about to retract her head into the window, she realized that the window next door had been pushed open at some point. Jiang Yu supported the edge of the window with her arms, supported her head, and looked downstairs casually.
Bustling crowds.
The wind blew by, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms, and blew his long hair around.
Zhong Shaoyu couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Jiang Yu seemed to have noticed her gaze and glanced over to her inadvertently.
Their eyes met, and Zhong Shaoyu forgot to look away for a moment. The two stared at each other quietly for an unknown length of time. It was not until several screams of children playing at each other came from downstairs that Zhong Shaoyu looked away.
He cleared his voice unnaturally: "It seems to have rained in the afternoon, and the air is quite fresh now."
Jiang Yu said "hmm" casually.
Zhong Shaoyu didn't know what to say. She instinctively wanted to retreat into the room and lock the window, but she felt that she was overreacting, so she could only keep her posture and watch the passersby.
Zhong Shaoyu was worrying about how to resolve the awkward atmosphere in front of him when Jiang Yu suddenly said: "Are you hungry?"
Zhong Shaoyu didn't react for a while: "Huh?"
Jiang Yu: "Let's go downstairs and have something to eat."
Zhong Shaoyu got what he wanted: "Okay."
It was dinner time at this time, and although many people in the town were holding funerals, more than half of the seats downstairs were still empty.
The waiter remembered the two of them and enthusiastically led them to their seats where they had their first meal.
The two sat down and were about to order when they heard a familiar voice coming from next door.
Just like when we dined at the restaurant on the first day, by coincidence, the table behind Zhong Shaoyu behind the curtain was Yuan Jingce and his friends.
Su Qin'er's matter has ended, and they are discussing leaving the next day.
Zhong Shaoyu eavesdropped last time simply because the waiter in the shop was talking about Su Qin'er. She was not an eavesdropper. As for their chat this time, she didn't pay attention at all and just held the menu.
After ordering a few dishes, he held his chin up and stared face to face with Jiang Yu, waiting for the waiter to serve the food.
Yuan Jingce's table next door arrived earlier than them and ate faster than them. Zhong Shaoyu had just served a cold dish, and they had already stopped using their chopsticks and were ready to go upstairs.
Just when Yuan Jingce stood up, a soft "bang" sound suddenly came from the Qiankun bag he carried with him.
Yuan Jingce opened the Qiankun bag and took out a talisman from inside. The talisman danced back and forth in his palm, making a crackling sound like a firecracker. As the sound stopped, the talisman also turned into ashes.
Yuan Jingce raised his head and said, "It's my junior brother."
Mu Rou: "Ye Sang? What happened to him?"
Yuan Jingce said: "I don't know. I just left a message to come to Kyoto as soon as possible. If there is any trouble, there is no other information."
PS: Ahhh, I was really stuck a few days ago. The second copy has been conceived, and I have to work hard to code it!! I may write this book more erratically or slowly, but it won’t take a long time.
Even though there are no updates, the core is still hoping to write this story seriously and completely. At least so far, I am quite satisfied, hahaha!
