The Salted Fish Life from the Night

The Mozong Mountain Gate of the Unknowable Land looks more magnificent than Chang'an City, but it's different, really different.

Although it was his first time to Chang'an, Mo Shanshan had heard countless stories about this city, and subconsciously felt that this city seemed extremely familiar.

She knew it was an illusion.

But I still like it very much.

Hurrying is faster, it really doesn't fit the habits of big brother Li Slowly, but the black guy belongs to Ning Que, of course you have to listen to Ning Que's words, in fact, the black guy himself feels very pitiful, his cheap and bad male master I don't know how to be considerate of myself, so I know to let myself go on the road, but I don't take care of the food, thanks to the two people in the car.

"Little Junior Brother, why are you in such a hurry to return to Chang'an?" Senior Senior Brother asked with a wry smile.

The rhythm is too fast, the senior brother feels very uncomfortable.

"Brother, please don't make fun of me. Although I don't have a habit of choosing a bed, I can't sleep well when I'm away from home, so I'm in a hurry to go home and get a good night's sleep." Only Ning Que knew that he couldn't sleep well. The real reason for feeling and rushing back to Chang'an City.

To Sangsang, he seems to understand more and more what kind of feelings that is.

(Apple complained: Isn’t it childhood sweetheart, child bride, pedophile, family affection, love, and all kinds of perverted emotions intertwined?)

Habit or attachment?

No one in Laobizhai, no one brings footwashing water, no one cooks fried egg noodles, no one passes toothbrush sets, no one accompany you to giggle, no one accompany you to grieve, no Sang Sang, and he can’t live without Sang Sang.

(note)

But now, someone wants to treat his Sangsang...

Ning Que looked at Jiang Xianyu who was sitting across from them. There was an unspeakable silence, a faint confrontation, and a shallow (breath) collision between them.

The remaining snow has not faded, the cold wind is still there, and it is still winter at this time.

Enthusiastic people from the Tang Dynasty gathered around these Dahe country girls, asking for their names and addresses.

This is Tang people, so unrestrained.

The people of Chang'an gave such a warm welcome, on the one hand because of the friendship between Dahe Country and Tang Country, and on the other hand, of course, because of these cute and beautiful girls.

Still the same sentence, good things are always ostentatious.

It's a pity that these Tang people don't know that there is a bookworm girl sitting in the carriage who is not much less famous than Prince Longqing.

If known, it may also cause a wave of frenzy.

This is the power of idols.

There are male idols, and of course female idols.

Although Prince Longqing can be both a male idol and a female idol.

The students of the academy who practiced in the frontier fortress also came back.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Jiang Xianyu.

The end of one journey, the beginning of the next.

Finally came back.

There is indeed a feeling of coming home.

But I don't know which is his home?

I have no choice but to invest all the money I earned in the real estate industry. There are too many houses, all of which are quite good. I don’t know which nest to choose.

Of course, if there is only one person, it seems that any nest is the same.

After a short walk, we arrived at Lane 47.

Jiang Xianyu got off the carriage and looked at the house in front of him.Although the shop is closed, the facade is still salted fish.

This home is also pretty good.

By the way... do you want to open a shop?

He got out of the car alone, while Mo Shanshan followed Ning Que and the elder brother to the other shop.

Ning Que couldn't wait.

But Mo Shanshan felt that he didn't seem to have any reason to go down, after all Mr. Big didn't go down either.

He didn't go to Laobi Studio, of course, because Ning Que probably wouldn't welcome him to go.

That being the case, why does Jiang Xianyu have to go?

Jiang Xianyu shook his head at the little girl from Laobizhai, actually it really has nothing to do with me!

Oh, but I should thank you.

So... if possible, I really... don't want to.

Forget it, let's talk about the future.

Their business has nothing to do with me.

"Continue with my new life!" Jiang Xianyu was shocked and began to clean the dusty room.

Still decided.

Come here every day...

As for the name, you can change it, what food is immortal, it's too vulgar, so it's called... Salted Fish Inn.

Whoever is free will come in.

Whoever has the money will come in.

Whoever is the salted fish will come in.

It is said that we are salted fish, but if you want to eat what we make, you have to admit that you are salted fish.

All over the world are salted fish.

Are you unhappy?Are you excited?

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When Xianyu decided to rename his store, Mo Shanshan followed Ning Que into Laobi Studio, and finally met the girl named "Sangsang".

These are the two words that have always existed in Ning Que's mouth.

Now she finally appeared vividly in front of Mo Shanshan's eyes, but it seemed to be different from what the bookworm girl had always imagined...such a small girl...about the same as a cat, right?It seems to be smaller?

This Ning Que... is it a beast?

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This Ning Que...is he really a beast?

Mo Shanshan asked himself very seriously.

She had known for a long time that Ning Que had Sangsang by her side.

When the name Chicken Soup became popular all over the world, a copybook was spread all over the Haotian world. Mo Shanshan, who is a bookworm, of course knows this word.

It is also very natural to know a little maid named "Sang Sang".

This is what Ning Que often talks about.

What happened to my family Sangsang... This has always been Ning Que's catchphrase when gossips... From Tianqi Mountain in the extreme northern wasteland to the return to Chang'an, this "Sangsang" appeared more and more frequently... Jiang Xianyu was always impatient, and his disgust was palpable.

And these... gentle and virtuous bookworms discovered.

She doesn't understand.

She didn't understand Jiang Xianyu's disgust.

But now... She doesn't understand Ning Que's liking even more.

This is better than a cat...

Maoer is Mo Shanshan's junior sister, a very cute little girl.

The cat should be about the same age as this Sangsang...but this Sangsang...

It seems to be malnourished, her complexion is dark and thin, she is a very ordinary little girl, her eyebrows and eyes have not been fully opened, her mouth is full of soup noodles and her eyes are smiling, it is pitiful, but there is really no way to put Ning Que and this Sangsang together and go to that Thinking about it... After seeing the real person, just thinking about it like this makes Mo Shanshan feel quite guilty, which is a very excessive thing.

And if Ning Que is really with Sangsang...

Well, the bookworm girl is quite speechless towards Ning Que.

... In fact, the senior brother also sighed.

Well, as a normal person, the elder brother is about the same mental age as Ning Que, who has lived in two lifetimes. Although I feel that the little girl in front of me is a bit special, but to say that there are some emotional elements... Be good, what a pervert it takes ah? !

The elder brother stood with his hands behind his back, silently shaking his head.

He really wanted to match Ning Que up.

But the younger brother seems to have made a reservation.

One here, one in Xiling, the younger brother's view of feelings is normal...but he is really not a good man who loves exclusively.

It's too philistine and greedy, wanting both the fish and the bear's paw.

Brother, I don't know what to do next?

Or... do you like it?

What do you want?

Stand by and wait for development?

Eldest brother shook his head, otherwise what else?

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I didn't stay in Laobizhai for too long.