Liu Sanbian came to Boyun Villa again and asked Gao Yi about the customs clearance documents between Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao.
After receiving the reply that the arrangements had been made and they would be sent away today, Liu Sanbian did not stay and turned around to leave.
In the lobby, Gao Yi watched Liu Sanbian leave with his hands behind his back.
He stood still, looking towards the majestic city whose outline could be vaguely seen in the distance.
That was the core center of the Wei Dynasty.
Gao Yi was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head slightly and said to an old servant behind him who was walking silently:
"Those two guests, I will send them on their way today."
"Yes, owner."
He paused for a moment and added something.
"Well, it's time to hit the road and leave Da Wei."
"Yes, owner."
Lord of Boyun Mountain.
A pavilion is located on the bank of the lake surrounded by willows.
There was a person in the pavilion at this time.
Su Xiaoxiao knelt with her legs on the seat in the pavilion and her upper body on the railing.
She looked down at the carps swimming in the lake, pursed her pink lips, and her narrow fox eyes widened slightly, her expression focused.
She huddled one hand in front of her chest, raised the other hand, grabbed a hand full of feed, and sprinkled a little on the left and a little on the right.
As soon as the feed landed on the lake, red and white carp swarmed out, scrambling for the first place.
The little fox demon had a great time playing.
At this time, a young Confucian scholar carrying a bookcase strode in from outside the pavilion, came to her side, and tugged on her ponytail.
"Let's go."
"oh oh."
Su Xiaoxiao nodded in response, but did not look back immediately, and suddenly opened her hand full of feed.
She stared hard at the "boiling" lake with wide eyes, straightened up, raised the corners of her mouth and clapped her hands, carrying the small bookbox beside her, and trotted to catch up with Zhao Rong who had already walked away.
"Where did you just go?"
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, "I met the Third Transformation Brother."
"Isn't he gone? I haven't seen him for two days."
"I don't know. He came back again, but left immediately. Well, maybe he knew we were leaving today and came back to take a look."
"Where are we going now? Didn't we hear the meal delivery person tell us to wait in the pavilion this morning, and someone would see us off?"
"No wait, let's leave now."
"oh."
Su Xiaoxiao responded and asked no more questions.
The young scholar thought for a moment and glanced at the little fox demon.
"Brother Sanbian hasn't gone far yet."
After Liu Sanbian left Boyun Villa, he went all the way down the mountain to Liangjing.
On the road, his steps were neither hasty nor slow.
He even passed by an open-air wine shop where he had used to drink on credit when he was young. He stopped and exchanged a few words with the proprietress who was no longer an old lady trying to entertain the drinkers.
Asked if the green bamboo wine in the store was still three cents and one tael.
Liu Sanbian stopped and walked all the way.
He knew that there were two people following him from a distance, but he didn't pay attention because he knew that the man was measured.
Liu Sanbian entered Liangjing City.
Walk through the bustling crowd.
Following familiar yet unfamiliar memories, I came to an open-air noodle restaurant.
He dropped a few pieces of silver and ordered a bowl of noodles.
Liu Sanbian subconsciously turned left and came to a greasy table in the southwest corner. Without hesitation, he sat on the bench on the right and waited quietly.
He lowered his head slightly and was attracted by something next to the stool opposite the table.
It was an old wooden board covering the ground.
The entire open-air noodle restaurant has a gravel floor, with only a wooden board covering it there.
The wooden board was already dirty, covered with footprints, and had been trampled by countless noodle-eating customers.
Liu Sanbian was a little distracted.
In fact, when he was in Yunshui Cave, the moment he learned that his close relatives had passed away, he did not feel sad.
The hand holding the letter did not suddenly tighten or loosen.
Something that didn't fill my heart or eyes would come out of those sinister eyes without saying hello.
Even when browsing family letters, my eyes only calmly glanced at the line of text announcing the death of my father.
Then read the letter at a moderate speed.
There are no memories like the storm, no senses like the sky is dark and the earth is dark.
Everything is sparse and ordinary.
The scenery of Yunshui Cave is still beautiful, and the warm sunshine in the afternoon is still leisurely.
At that time, he just lowered his head and carefully folded the letter. The smile from when he opened the letter still lingered on his face.
After that, he did what he had to do every day as usual.
Teach those kids how to box, and listen to the boys at home report on their school studies.
Eat, practice boxing, drink, and sleep.
Eat, practice boxing, drink, and sleep.
Eat, practice boxing, drink, and sleep.
…
Just one day later.
He fell into a drowsy sleep in the afternoon.
And woke up naturally.
Opening his eyes, he saw the green basket swaying slightly in the wind outside the window.
Suddenly he stood up and started packing his bags.
He felt that he had to go back and take a look.
…
The old noodle shop owner put the hot noodles on the table.
Liu Sanbian took out two chopsticks, tapped them upright on the table, and then turned them over.
He blew lightly at the hot noodles that had just come out of the pot. He didn't start with the noodles immediately. Instead, he picked out the beef on the noodles and finished eating it. Then he picked out two spoons of chili oil from the toppings on the table and turned it around.
Pour the dough evenly onto the surface and use chopsticks to turn the dough over and stir twice.
After another busy meal, I started to eat.
This skillful operation made the noodle shop owner who was about to leave pause in his tracks.
"Hey, you're a regular customer. Did you come here often before, but why doesn't the old man have any impression? Look at my memory..."
Liu Sanbian ate his noodles with his head down and didn't answer.
"Well, the business has been bad in the past six months, and regular customers are rare. The old man taught customers how to eat like this when he first opened his business more than ten years ago. Later, many people found it troublesome, so he just
No more teaching.”
Liu Sanbian still ate noodles quietly.
The noodle shop owner grabbed the sweat towel on his neck and wiped the sweat, "The last person who ate noodles like this was Mr. Liu half a year ago... Sigh."
Halfway through, the noodle shop owner shook his head and left.
After a while, Liu Sanbian finished his bowl of noodles. He ordered another bowl and continued eating.
After that, it was one bowl after another.
It felt like I was going to eat until the noodle shop closed.
But about an hour later, a commotion suddenly came from the street where the noodle shop was located.
Then there were two more gong sounds, which seemed to be an agreed-upon secret signal.
The whole street suddenly boiled.
"The little ancestor is here, leave quickly, leave quickly!"
"Come on, hurry up, the guests don't want to eat."
"Wait a minute, please return the chopsticks!"
"Hey, you haven't paid yet!"
People on the street were like ants on a hot pot, running away in a hurry.
The same is true for the open-air noodle restaurant where Liu Sanbian is located.
The noodle shop owner hurriedly urged the customers to leave.
"Everyone, as usual, leave quickly and don't run into that evil young man. He sleeps in the brothel until noon every day and passes by our street. It's also when his temper is the most irritable. Don't get in his eyes, otherwise it will be bad.
Eat the fruit."
The noodle shop's business has plummeted since the unlucky incident half a year ago, but it has some advantages at this time, since there are few customers after all.
But just as the noodle shop owner breathed a sigh of relief, his eyelids twitched as he glanced briefly.
Because at this time, in the southwest corner of the noodle stall, a lone figure was still eating noodles, paying no attention to the movement around him.
Especially the location he was in was exactly where the accident happened half a year ago.
The noodle shop owner felt bad.
He turned around and looked around the already almost empty street, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly ran towards the customer.
"Stop eating and run!"
The noodle shop owner shouted at the top of his lungs.
Upon hearing this, Liu Sanbian put down his chopsticks and empty noodle bowl.
The noodle shop owner felt relieved a little, "Yes, yes, hurry up..."
But the next second, the noodle shop owner's heart skipped a beat.
"one more bowl."
The voice is flat.
A few grains of silver bounced on the table.
The noodle shop owner stared, turned around and ran away without saying a word, not staying any longer.