The next day, Chang'an City was covered with a layer of light snow, and the air was damp and cold. The streets were full of merchants busy clearing snow. Occasionally, you could see a few steaming food stalls. Those stall owners who were juggling must be
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I hugged my wife on the warm kang of my home and looked out the window at the small falling snow.
Therefore, the city of Chang'an at this time was a little less prosperous than usual, but with the white snow, it had a more elegant charm.
On the street, a pair of young men and women are walking together. The man is handsome and the woman is gentle and refined. They walk very slowly. From time to time, the young man will stop and point at a certain building to talk about it, while the young girl will show her tranquility.
Smile and listen carefully.
The snow on the road had just been cleared away, but it was soon turned white by drifting snow, and the two of them left a long series of footprints on the snow.
"The Great River Country is located in the south of the sky, and there is never snow there. I only went to the wilderness to see it once, and now I am watching the snow with you in Chang'an City." At some point, the two of them walked to the outside of the Dahong Palace Wall and stopped.
The girl said.
Ye Chao chuckled and asked, "Then do you like snow?"
Mo Shanshan nodded, staring closely at Ye Chao's eyes and said, "I like it, but I prefer watching the snow with you."
Ye Chao gently patted a few snowflakes on her hair and said, "It will be a long time in the future."
Mo Shanshan pursed his lips, lowered his head and leaned his shoulder on the man as expected.
"I'll wait."
After saying that, she held his hand.
Ye Chao's body stiffened, and he instinctively wanted to pull his hand away from the coldness. However, he was relieved after feeling a certain determination contained in the coldness.
"On the corner ahead, walk a hundred steps to Alley 47. Junior Brother's Old Brush Shop is there, and the owner of Chicken Soup Post, Sangsang, is also there. Let's go and have a look."
"Um."
The two left, leaving behind only the red wall and white snow.
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Since coming to Chang'an from Weicheng, Ning Que has always believed that as long as he protects Sangsang and prevents Lao Ma from Weicheng from being so stupid as to go to the wilderness to collect firewood alone, then he should not feel so damn heartbroken and sad, but in his case
I had witnessed Xiao Heizi’s death, and I had also experienced it just yesterday when I came back and saw that old shabby urn.
Because of the pain in his heart, he went to bed very late and got up very late. Also because of the pain, he had a quarrel with Sang Sang when she asked him to have breakfast.
However, Ning Que had experienced life and death after all, and coupled with the suffering experience since childhood, the negative emotions under the pain and pain only lasted until Chen Shizhong (around eight o'clock in the morning) before most of them dissipated. He got up and ate half a pot of clear water.
Porridge, he ordered Sang Sang to open the door and prepare for business.
With the change of Ning Que's identity, the business of Lao Bizhai is quite hot compared to before. In Sang Sang's words, the threshold of Lao Bizhai is stepped on at least 500 times a day.
However, something seems different today. It may be because of the snow, or it may be because the copybook sales were too intense in the past few days. There was not a single customer to buy the calligraphy for the whole morning.
Sangsang glanced at the sky outside the window and saw that the sky was gloomy. She put her hand on her belly helplessly. When she saw the first joint of her index finger sinking into her belly, she said to Ning Que who was in a daze: "
Master, it should be dinner time, I'll go cook."
Ning Que waved his hand impatiently and said, "Hot and sour noodle soup, a big bowl, two fried eggs."
Sang Sang smiled, revealing a pair of dimples on his dark face. The young master had to eat a lot, which meant that he was not very sad anymore.
"Know it."
After saying that, Sangsang walked out and turned over the business sign hanging on the door. When he was about to turn around, he saw a man and a woman coming towards Laobi Zhai.
She was naturally familiar with the man, he was the young master's twelfth senior brother, but she didn't know the woman. She just thought that the woman was very good-looking, so she couldn't help but look at her a lot more.
Ning Que felt that Sangsang was turning the cards much faster than usual, and he couldn't help but frowning and asked: "Sangsang, is there anything interesting on the street? Go cook quickly."
Sangsang trotted back and said to Ning Que: "Master, the twelfth senior brother is here with a very good-looking woman."
A smile suddenly appeared on Ning Que's face, and when he looked outside the door, the twelfth senior brother and the bookworm girl were already standing outside the door.
"Senior Brother Twelve, Miss Bookworm, you are here just in time. Sangsang is going to cook. Come in and sit down quickly."
Ye Chao and Mo Shanshan smiled and walked in from the door.
The layout of the old pen studio is not elegant. There are some worn-out pens and ink on the bookshelf. Under one of the broken inkstones is a piece of waste paper with crooked handwriting left by Sangsang when he practiced calligraphy. But on the wall is Ning Que’s hanging pen and ink.
Framed copybooks for money.
Ye Chao doesn't understand calligraphy, and is even less interested in it, but Mo Shanshan is different. She practices talismans and is respected as a bookworm. She has always liked Ning Que's calligraphy, so after entering Laobi Studio
, his eyes were attracted by the copybooks all over the wall.
While Sang Sang was cooking, Ning Que introduced these copybooks about himself.
Soon, Sangsang walked out of the kitchen with four bowls of noodles on a wooden tray, and several people sat at the table and started eating.
The familiar big bowl with bright yellow fried eggs floating on it always reminds people of many things. For example, on a rainy night, Sangsang put the last fried egg into the bowl of the twelfth senior brother and looked at Xiaoshu with an embarrassed look on his face.
It looks funny.
Ning Que sighed and said: "I heard from the emperor that Chao Xiaoshu went to Jiange after breaking through the realm and knowing his fate. So far there is no news, and I don't know how he is doing now."
Ye Chao took a big sip of the spicy and sour soup and said, "He took Liu Bai's sword and was a little injured. He should be learning the sword somewhere in the Southern Jin Dynasty and is fine."
Ning Tuo nodded, and then saw the bookworm who was watching Sangsang. He patted his head and then remembered that he had not introduced his Sangsang to the bookworm girl.
"Bookworm girl, she is the Sangsang I mentioned to you."
After hearing Ning Que's words, Sangsang, who was eating with his head down, looked up and saw the beautiful woman who was walking with the twelfth senior brother looking at him. She smiled shyly and said, "I've seen a bookworm girl before."
On the other hand, because of the chicken soup post and seeing the busy figure of Sangsang before, Mo Shanshan had a good impression of this dark-faced girl.
She smiled like a gentle spring breeze, and then said: "Sang Sang's noodles are delicious."
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Of course, the noodles are really delicious, so Mo Shanshan, who has almost never eaten noodles, just finished it quickly after Sangsang finished eating.
After Sang Sang cleared the table, she ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Ye Chao and Mo Shanshan had no reason to stay, so they stood up and said goodbye to Ning Que.
"I know what happened to Master Yan Se is a big blow to you, but you don't have to be. He has been trapped in the Five Realms for decades. When his life was approaching, he and Wei Guangming broke out of the Five Realms. Even both of them broke through the Five Realms.
Beyond Tianqi, he smiled happily at that time, as the saying goes, if you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening.
That’s it for now, there’s no need to send you off, besides, the senior brothers and sisters in the academy are still waiting for you to tell us about the Yanbei border.”
Ning Que watched the two of them leave, then laid out paper and started writing.