The streets are in chaos, but fortunately, the men in Qing still have targeted searches and will not disturb the people very much.

If you hold back and ignore, turn a blind eye, and listen, it seems that there is no difference from the past.

When he walked to the Dingsheng Building of the Tea House, Yang Lin smiled at his aunt.

He heard the sound of the erhu coming from inside, and a soft voice that was like the sound of nature.

"Spring is coming, and the window is full of green, and the big girl embroidered mandarin ducks under the window.

Suddenly, a ruthless rod beat the mandarin ducks to each other.

The willows are long in summer, and the big girl wanders to the Yangtze River. The scenery in the south and north of the Yangtze River is beautiful…”

The little girl who sang the song was not very old, she looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with two big black braids hanging on her chest, bent into a beautiful curve.

Her eyes were wafting, and there was a hint of shyness on her face. When she sang a song, she was like acting cute in front of her lover.

The tea lovers' eyes were locked on the little girl singing, and their breathing became extremely light, for fear of shocking her.

As for the gray-haired old man with the erhu in the diagonal back, basically no one paid attention.

The singing drifted, and the erhu whimpered.

Seeing Yang Lin pushing the door and walking in, the singing girl's slightly confused gaze suddenly lit up, and a touching smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Obviously, I recognized this regular customer who often came to support him and was not hesitant to reward him.

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying hello, so he chose a seat and sat down, listening quietly.

Soon, Dr. Tea gave a pot of Longjing, a plate of barbecue, a plate of green onion, a plate of green bean cake...

After coming here many times, the teahouse also remembered his preferences.

This is exactly what makes the little mushroom feel strange.

Over the past few months, my young master has been drinking in the Hualou and has less and less time, saying that he disliked the place too noisy.

But I went to the teahouse very hard.

A cup of fragrant tea and pastries can last for most of the day.

However, the teahouse may not be so quiet?

When not singing a song, there will be some strange stories and rumors here.

Everyone was discussing, and the fight was red and loud.

Moreover, guests who came to drink tea and listen to music.

They are all old men, uncles and uncles.

It is the kind of middle-aged and elderly people who have experienced half of their life, have some extra money, and want to live a leisurely life, and rarely see young people.

When the young master comes here to relax, he looks particularly eye-catching.

‘Did you like Sister Xianglian who sings the song?’

After taking out the brocade marzipan, rubbed the table and chairs carefully, he brewed tea and served pastries for his young master...

A pair of black big eyes stayed on Xianglian's big braid for a while, then lowered her head and looked at her chest inadvertently, slightly depressed.

‘It must be so. The young master is still the young master. He loves beautiful scenery, food and beauty.

As a qualified playboy, there is no other reason to come to the teahouse except to see girls.’

If Yang Lin knew that his little maid had so many dramas in her heart, she would definitely shout for justice.

He really doesn't mean that.

Come to the teahouse to listen to some gossip and storytelling books, just to learn about the news and old news of this era.

Don't be blinded by both eyes.

As for her favorite music and often rewards, it is not because Miss Xianglian is beautiful, but because the songs she sang can arouse her homesickness.

The so-called pop songs of this era are old classics that have never faded after being baptized by time.

What he once heard was in another world, an old gramophone.

That sweet tone of yijiya seems like a yellowed old photo...

Listen to familiar tones and miss your lost youth.

...

"Bang."

The door was pushed open with force, and the sound of the song stopped abruptly.

Two men in blue were standing at the door.

The leading middle-aged man with a tall, strong and fleshy face walked in swaggeringly and shouted: "Let me see if the assassin is hiding..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes stopped on Xianglian.

He swallowed a lot with his throat, his eyes turned around, and he patted his bare forehead, shouting: "Okay, you Dingsheng Tower, you are hiding a fugitive party, I really don't know how to write the word "death"?"

The teahouse suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was stunned.

Isn't this nonsense?

Whose fugitives come to have tea while they are idle?

"I dare not, Mr. Chang, here are all serious people, how can there be any fugitives? You must have read it wrong..." The shopkeeper's rushing and jogging to the tall and strong man, and handed it over with a hanging of copper coins under his sleeves.

"Friends from all the countryside, please give us a high priority."

This is known to the shopkeeper, and those who often come to drink tea also know each other.

It is a family that settled down at the end of Changning Street. It is idle all day long, cheating and bullying the good.

Sometimes I would come to the teahouse for a tycoon meal, which was very unpopular.

Unexpectedly, he was even more overdoing this time and even slandered someone and falsely accused him of being a thief.

"Hmph, if you say there is no, then there is no. Who is that?"

The tall and strong man stretched his eyes and reached out to pat Manager Wang's hand, pointing to Xianglian, "I heard that when the assassin escaped with injuries, a woman helped him. I think this girl looks very similar."

"Yes, it's so similar. Take it back for trial and you will know where the assassin is hiding?"

A thin man in blue next to him also spoke.

Xianglian's face turned pale and she stood there at a loss.

The old man playing the erhu behind her stopped him tremblingly and quickly bowed, "Did you read it wrong? You must have read it wrong? My Xiaolian didn't go anywhere..."

"absurd."

"I think it's because I have ulterior motives. Is there any king's law?"

"If you can't find an assassin, just look for someone to hit the jar. It's outrageous."

Most of the tea lovers were as surprised as quails and bowed their heads and dared not speak out.

There were also a few people who were righteous and saw that Xianglian, who was singing the duet, was malicious and shouted angrily.

"Yehe, I'm still excited. Whether it's an assassin is a party, it's not your final decision. This is a business instructed by the police officer King. Do you dare to stop him? Be careful of the lawsuit."

After saying that, he kicked the old man Chen who was playing the erhu, reached out to hold Xianglian, and dragged him out.

A pair of fierce eyes shot around, but no one dared to stop him.

"Dad... it's not me, I don't..."

Xianglian turned her head and looked at her father who fell to the ground and couldn't get up. She cried with a wow sound, and was dragged to the door...

"Do you still have to endure it?"

Yang Lin had long stopped drinking tea and reached out to hold the bench next to him.

"I can't bear it anymore, there is no need to endure it anymore." The little mushroom's thin eyebrows stood upside down, baring his teeth fiercely.

After saying that, he added, "This is not a problem."

"Okay, one for each person."

Yang Lin rushed sideways, swung the long bench in his hand, and smashed it down with a "whip" sound...

"Bang!"

Hit the strong man's forehead.

"you……"

Chang Si's eyes turned pale, and he looked at Yang Lin sideways. Blood flowed down his head, and he turned over and fell down.

Looking at the other side, the small mushrooms are faster.

The little girl made a mistake and touched the thin man in blue, and a teapot was stuffed on the back of his head.

The thin man lay on the ground without saying a word, not moving, obviously having been knocked out.
To be continued...