Chapter 107 A bowl of noodles on a summer night, a tea master by the lake
Chapter 107 A bowl of noodles on the summer night, a tea master by the lake
Chang'an City is a city without shortcomings, except for its summer.
As June comes, the sun becomes brighter and the temperature becomes higher and higher. The hot summer swells the streets and alleys. Occasionally there is a warm and detestable scent that is verdant, blowing the original verdant and full
The leaves, purple the grapes on the shelf, brought out the ice cubes from the princes and nobles' homes, and opened the doors and windows of the common people's homes.
All doors and windows on the streets of Linsiqi Lane are open.
Compared with the danger of theft, the terror of heatstroke death is obviously even greater. The hard-working young men sat on the stone steps, looking around with weak energy, guarding against those thieves who also stayed at home to enjoy the cool air.
The owners and the owners carried bamboo chairs and buckets to the alley on the back street.
The alley is quiet and narrow, with green locust trees covering it, and there is no sunshine during the day. In addition, the night wind is rapidly increased by a beam of narrow alley, and it will appear relatively cool when blown on people.
Various bamboo beds and small square tables have completely blocked the narrow alleys on the back street. The neighbors are lying on the bamboo beds and talking lazily. On the small square table next to them are fruits and melons and fruits that are wet with well water.
The person who is used to being able to make fun of suffering even brought a bowl of oil to the noodles and ate it wildly. The sweat from the peppers stirred up with the sweat from the stuffy hot, and used the trick of fighting poison to deceive myself that the night was not so hot.
Difficult to be.
There was a loud bang in the alley from time to time, and it sounded like an adult was educating naughty children. In fact, people were just slapping their greasy sweaty backs with towels wet from well water.
"If you can't say it's right, you won't be sure! In such hot weather, do you still want to find someone to warm your feet?"
The couple in the fake antique shop argued day after day about taking concubines. The people in the Forty-Seventh Alley were already tired of hearing it, and even began to wonder if this was a more alternative flirting.
There is also a back door on the back street of Lao Bizhai. I haven't used it a few days ago. Now it finally comes in handy. Ning Que is lying on the bamboo chair, taking the wet towel handed over by Sangsang, and wiping naked with a sigh.
His upper body, listening to the quarrels coming from the bamboo bed next door, I thought to myself, where is the real fun of literati in life in the city?
Since he was bored, he left. He put a wet towel on his shoulders, stood up in disappointment, greeted the neighbors around him and returned to his yard. Sangsang held a bucket in one hand and a bamboo lounge chair in the other hand, and struggled to follow him.
Go up.
The little maid is wearing a thin blue flower shirt today, naked arms and legs, and her black face is rosy. She is weak and cold and not sweating easily, which does not mean that she cannot feel the heat inside and outside the eaves. Instead,
She felt even more bored. She looked at Ning Que by the well and asked, "Master, can I take off the cloth shirt outside?"
A bucket of fresh cold water was poured from the well. Ning Que held his hands and prepared to pour it on his head. When he went to the annoying summer heat, he suddenly heard this and couldn't help but feel even more trouble. He taught his own lesson in his heart: "Although you are a silly person.
I am young, but I am a girl after all. There is no reason to take off my clothes and untied clothes in front of men. Now it is not when you are three or four years old. I can wipe your body and take a shower for you. You are almost a big girl. Are you sober?
good."
Sangsang glared at him annoyedly and asked, "Young Master, you haven't answered me before. Is it really that interesting to take revenge like this? You'll kill one a few days later, and you won't feel bored."
"This is an interesting and irrelevant thing."
Ning Que replied: "We eat leftovers every day now, and we have to go to the pit to shit every day. Isn't this boring and repetitive? But you still have to do it. Because if you don't eat, you will starve to death, and if you don't shit, you will
You have to suffocate to death. Killing people to take revenge is boring, but you have to kill them in order to live a more peaceful life. No matter how boring or boring you are, you still have to kill them."
After saying this, he raised his hands up and then flipped it. The whole bucket of cold well water hit him, and then poured onto the stone floor of the courtyard. His whole body was immediately excited.
Then I found that my lower body was a little cool. I looked surprised and saw that the cotton shorts I was wearing were washed down.
Sangsang looked at the half of his butt and the pants line tightly tied between his butt, and was rarely giggled. His little hand covered his lips but could not hide his joy.
Ning Que lifted his shorts and turned around and said annoyedly, "What to look at? Killing is always more interesting than this kind of thing."
Sangsang put down his little hand covering his mouth and looked at him and replied seriously: "I'll go make a bowl of fat intestinal noodles later."
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In the summer, Chang'an City, the darkest and coolest before dawn, was forced to lie on the street by the hot night. The residents who took advantage of the alley to cool off and returned to their beds and took advantage of this coolest time to do it.
The most wonderful and deep sleep is intended to make up for all the lost time during the summer day.
No one sleeps in Laobizhai.
Sangsang made a bowl of fragrant soup noodles, with a lot of scallions and six or seven pieces of fat intestines and two large intestines in it.
Ning Que finished eating the fragrant wind and swept the clouds, wiped his mouth, put on a shabby ordinary shirt, put on a brand new and unique hat, covered most of his face with a mask, and wrapped it in a coarse cloth.
He and Da Black Umbrella, then pushed open the back door of the courtyard, greeted the little maid softly, and walked into the night.
Walking through the quiet streets and alleys of Dongcheng, the cool night breeze passes through. Whether it is the tired residents or the alert dogs, they are all asleep sweetly. The whole city seems to have never woken up, but occasionally there are water trucks and wheels.
The sound of rolling bluestone slabs suddenly sounded, and then gradually moved away until they disappeared.
The faint lantern light illuminates the road ahead not far from the water truck, shaking uneasy.
When the water delivery truck passed by the side entrance of Fangshi in Nancheng, Ning Que, who had been squatting in the gap of the big bucket, jumped down, his feet fell silently, and his body bounced into the night in the side entrance of Fangshi. Then, he bounced.
He took out the map hand-painted by Sangsang and took the last look in the extremely dim light.
As Sangsang was puzzled, he had to plan to kill someone every once in a while. This kind of thing is really different from the quiet and joyful study life of the academy and the noisy and annoying urban life in the Forty-Seventh Alley.
The combination, and this boring repetition is indeed very meaningless. But for Ning Que, who returned to Chang'an City from Weicheng, eating bowls of fat intestine noodles or fried egg noodles from time to time, and then killing people to avenge them, it is like writing a few pictures
After a few hours of meditation, the word "memory" has become a very important part of his life, and even a certain living habit.
Whenever a person who revenges is killed, every time he erases a name on the oil paper list, he feels that the burden on his shoulders is one point less, the body is one point less, and the sticky blood on his hands is one point less -
In his instinct, he yearns for a relaxed and happy life, so his instinct requires him to continue doing it.
The living habits and daily routines of knives, cloth, masks, coats, hats, and maps and targets were all prepared by Sangsang for him. A black-faced little maid who walked through the streets and alleys of Chang'an would not attract any attention.
Que didn't worry about her safety, but believed in her abilities.
So whenever the knife was about to be unsheathed, he never thought that the blade would not be able to cut off a person's head, including today. When he quietly entered the market through the night, he walked towards the small lake behind the tea house.
At that time, he had already started to use that person's head to pay homage to many people in the general's mansion and village.
Today he will erase the third name on the oil paper list.
The owner of the head was Yan Suqing, who was forty-one years old and was a former military clerk appraiser.
This man was proficient in tea ceremony seal identification and emblem identification. After he was driven out of the military headquarters by the court, he became a tea art master specially appointed by a famous tea merchant in Chang'an City. According to Zhuoer's investigation, General Xuanwei was accused of treason and colluding with the enemy.
Iron proof - those three letters were identified by this person, and it may even be forged by this person.
He also has many inexplicable connections with the village slaughtering case on the Yan border. When Xiahou's army pointed at Yan's sword, it was not yet reached on the edge of Minshan Mountain. Yan Suqing was in the Xiahou army, which was just puzzling.
Yes, as the appraiser of the Military Department, why did he appear on the front-line battlefield full of blood of killing?
Yan Suqing now lives in the lakeside building purchased by tea merchants. Ning Que quietly moved along the lakeside, looking at the row of quiet buildings on the side of the lake, looking at the alienated but unrestrained
The bamboo wall and grass house, which also had an ancient meaning, slowly raised its eyebrows exposed outside the mask, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
Because this small building near the lake is too quiet.
It is not easy to live in Chang'an, and it can be said that every inch of land is valuable. In the bustling and lively city, the word "Qingyou" represents the preciousness of Qing and very expensive. Ning Que knew that Yan Suqing was trusted and trusted by the tea merchant, but he
I believe that no matter how luxurious and generous a great man is, he will never give such a small building near the lake to his tea art master.
The morning light has not arrived, and the view on the lakeside is still dark. Only the water waves reflect the lights of the unknown family, shining with a slight faint light. Ning Que walked to the front of the small building in the lake, looking at the stone steps in the courtyard through the alienated bamboo wall.
He lowered the huge stone carving seat, looked at the thin middle-aged man in the chair, paused slightly and pushed the door open and entered.
A small oil lamp was lit up, and the thin middle-aged man sat on a stone chair, holding a large, thick tea cup made of mud in his left hand, and gently tapping on a corner of the ebony tea table with his right hand, looking calmly at the push of the door.
The boy who entered, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his thin cheeks and said softly:
"The so-called tea ceremony is actually just to use complex processes to strengthen a sense of ritual, thus creating a sense of solemnity."
"Many people think that when I drink tea at home, I must burn incense and bathe, worship Haotian for a long time, and then wash the cups and play with it silently before I can put the tea soup into my lips. In fact, otherwise, my favorite thing in my life is to hug me
I’m probably a habit I’ve developed in the army to make tea. I still like to be more direct.”
"On such a hot summer night, you are not at slept at home but wandered in the lake. I guess... I am here to kill me."