In the teahouse, the three of them fell into silence, like an oil painting.

This eerie silence lasted for a long time.

After a moment, Su Lin said: "What on earth are you doing? Su Ming'an."

Previously, after leaving the Rose Blood Factory, Su Mingan entered this teahouse. The three of them all wore masks to prevent their identities from causing chaos.

This teahouse is not as deserted as it was ten years ago, perhaps because of the Fuyuan Festival. It was full of people even late at night, and the arrival of the three people did not attract anyone's attention.

"Let's drink tea." Su Mingan said.

"Then what are you doing with him?" Su Lin pointed at Lin Guang.

"Take him to drink tea with you." Su Mingan said: "The teahouse is the most convenient place to obtain information. I haven't been back for ten years. I am here to listen to the voices of the masses."

Lin Guang smiled, like a beautiful background painting.

"You sleep during the day and go out to drink tea at night. If you reverse day and night like this, your body..." Su Lin said.

"What he said really sounded like an old man." Su Ming'an sighed.

Su Lin: "..."

Su Mingan held his chin and leaned against the window. This was the spot where he had sat ten years ago. The ginkgo leaves outside the window were still lush.

"——Oh, you are here."

Suddenly, an acquaintance came over: "Xiao Shuai, I heard that you stayed up late at night to inspect the rose blood factory, so I came here. What are you doing in the teahouse? Incognito for a private visit?"

"Yes, private interview in incognito." Su Ming'an said.

In fact, he had other plans.

"This is... the commander of Su Lin's army, right?" Xi recognized Su Lin at a glance, but couldn't recognize the masked Linguang: "This is Sen? That's not right... He is fighting with Noah, so

This is..."

"It's not important." Su Ming'an said. He was afraid that Lin Guang's identity would be revealed and Xi would start a fight on the spot.

"Okay. Anyway, I'm just here to give you something." Xi said, fussing around in her arms for a while, and took out a brand-new zither: "Here, the zither I made for you happens to be the same.

New Year.”

"Thank you." Su Mingan said.

Every year she is the first to give him a baby.

Among the people around him, Tredia is too crazy, Sen Kelstia respects him too much, Cheng Luohe admires him too much, and Noah forcibly raises his favorability level. Only Xi has always communicated with him on an equal footing.

He was afraid of authority and showed no flattery, which made him feel relaxed.

"Xiao Shuai, you are the number one on the human side. From now on, you must pay attention to safety and avoid contact with random people, especially Lin Guang and his ilk. We have not found any trace of him so far." Xi said.

Top card... the word I use, why does it sound like someone in the building...

Su Mingan coughed.

Lin Guang, who was called "a piece of chicken and a dog", was not angry at all. He seemed to have excellent self-cultivation and sat motionless on the spot.

"Someone said they saw the city lord today?" A table next to him was chatting.

"Didn't he die? I remember that ten years ago, the whole city was deserted, and my sister was crying for most of the year." said a young man.

"The city lord is a god who came to the world. Even if his body dies, his soul will return to the city after a while. How could he die?" another person said.

"People like us can only see him in textbooks and TV... It is said that some experts simulated the basic data of the War of Dawn, conducted a war review, and found that every action of the city lord was actually the best decision at the time.

, without any exception, [just like a perfectly written program], even if there is a slight error, human casualties will increase by millions..."

"So he is a god. If he is not a god who overlooks everything, how can he make the best decision every time..."

"..."

Su Mingan narrowed her eyes.

Xi chewed melon seeds: "This kind of praise for you makes my ears calluses."

"I want to ask, why are there so many white hairs in the city?" Su Mingan said. Along the way, at least one of the three people he walked along had white hairs - could it be that life is too stressful now and everyone is growing gray in youth?

Xi was a little embarrassed to say: "You may not believe it. It is said that the city lord liked white hair the most during his lifetime, so many people in the streets and alleys dyed their hair white..."

"ah?"

Su Mingan was stunned.

"Moreover, the reason why this teahouse's business is booming is that ten years ago the teahouse owner played a flute tune with the city lord's piano, which greatly increased the boss' popularity and everyone wanted to come to his shop to drink tea." Xi coughed dryly.

He said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Moreover, the teahouse owner's white hair is also the purest. Many people can't compare to him even if their hair is bleached. Therefore, the status of the teahouse owner has increased, and he can compare with some minor commanders..."

absurd!

Su Mingan felt baffled.

...What does the purest white mean? This thing can also be described with the word "pure"? What is white hair now, a kind of noble blood?

A negative emotion emerged in his heart, which seemed to be the same as Akto's emotion - if white hair can be regarded as a person's achievement, what are those conscientious little commanders? If you can be influenced by others just by dyeing your hair white.

respect, then what does people’s efforts count?

This is ridiculous. Just because it is rumored that he likes white hair, so all white-haired people will ascend to heaven?

"It's impossible..." Su Mingan said.

"What's impossible?" Su Lin hit the nail on the head: "Chu people have such slim waists that many people in the palace starve to death."

"..."

The tea table fell into silence, and Xi sighed.

Just then, the teahouse owner arrived belatedly.

The teahouse owner was still wearing Hanfu, with downcast eyebrows. His slender figure and slightly flying white hair were almost exactly the same as Lin Guang, who was wearing a mask at the table... Su Mingan's eyes flashed when he thought of the mantises and butterflies that had suddenly appeared before.

The color of confusion.

In the previous week, he learned that the teahouse owner opened a shop here.

"What do the guests want?" the boss asked.

"Biluochun." Xi said.

"I drink coffee." Su Lin said.

"..." Lin Guang said nothing.

After a while, the tea tray was brought up, and it was the best Biluochun. Su Mingan took a sip, and there was no disinfectant smell, as if what he drank ten years ago was just an illusion.

"Do the guests like it?" the teahouse owner asked.

"Of course, I like this bowl of tea very much, and I also like the flute music that you played with me on the piano ten years ago." Su Mingan suddenly said with a smile: "I am looking for a close friend in the music. Your flute sound makes me feel that you are a person."

A very good person. I want to be best friends with you, but I wonder if you are willing?"

"Click".

The sound of a teacup being crushed came from the side, and it seemed to come from Lin Guang.

"You said you played with me ten years ago, so you are..." The teahouse owner was stunned, and his cold face showed an emotion like ice and snow melting: "I admire you very much, I really... can...

Do you become friends?”

"Kacha." Xi was startled, and Lin Guang next to her crushed the teapot in front of her again. She didn't know why the masked man was so angry.

"Of course. Today happens to be the Fuyuan Festival. Do you like ginkgo trees? How about I take you to see the best ginkgo tree in the city?" Su Mingan's eyes were sincere, and the black cat on his shoulder turned its tail slightly, as if there was something invisible.

A halo shone around him.

The wooden floor trembled faintly, Lin Guang could not sit still, and his hands were covered with pieces of teacup.

Su Ming'an continued to say to the teahouse owner: "After that, I can take you to my piano room. I like your flute sound very much. It is the best flute sound I have ever heard. All the flute sounds I have heard before are...

The vulgar music is totally inferior to your song..."

"Crack!"

“Pap-pap-pap-pap-!

!

"

Several loud noises exploded, and the wooden table flew up. Su Lin dodged. At this moment, he suddenly understood why Su Ming'an dragged Lin Guang to drink tea. This young man really thought carefully and calculated every step.

pole.

These words were so heartbreaking that Su Lin felt pity for Lin Guang.

When all the tea guests saw their bowls broken and the table turned over, they were so frightened that they all jumped back three feet. Lin Guang stood up slowly, as if black air was coming out of his body, and his palms were like eagle claws. The tea table had been overturned by his slap.

The Biluochun shattered to pieces.

"Why is this masked man so crazy?" Xi was confused. She didn't know why this man suddenly became violent.

The next moment, she had a ghostly look on her face.
To be continued...