What is this evening

Beijing.

Willow leaves swagger.

Spring is in full bloom.

Another student who went to Beijing to catch up for the exam in one year.

The owner of the small roadside restaurant supported his drowsy head and almost fell into the willow soup in front of him.

"Pfft." A chuckle came from between the white teeth and red lips.

The boss didn't even open his eyes: "The guest officer invites you. There are only willow leaf cakes, ten coins per piece, and you will be given money when you enter the store. If you don't eat, you won't be refunded."

"Boss, you are buying and selling by force." Laisheng had a gentle voice, as clear and shallow as a gentle wind blowing on his face.

"The good-looking ones are not welcome, the door is over there."

"..." The visitor was dumb, "You are still the same as before."

"Who are you, do we know each other?" The boss raised his head and smiled.

The person who came seemed to be angry and couldn't vent his anger: "It's the first time meeting Xiaosheng Fu Chang'an."

"Go to the left in the aisle of the rich and powerful, don't block my business."

"... You don't have any business here." Fu Changan looked around and smiled disappointedly.

"Don't block it." The boss smiled politely.

"Boss! Old rules!" A white-clothed scholar walked in from the back door and sat down beside the boss, "I tell you that if I fail the exam this time, I will quit your cake!"

The boss patted the scholar's paw away coolly: "Oh, get out."

"I'm going to complain to the proprietress if you're like this!"

"...Get out or not?"

"Oh, this brother looks familiar." The scholar ignored him, turned around and struck up a conversation with Fu Changan, "It's the first time we meet Xiaosheng Shen Yiqing."

From the moment Shen Yiqing appeared, Fu Chang'an's expression was not quite right: "Ah Xiaosheng, Fu Chang'an."

"I remember, I remember, it was the one who was the champion last year. Hey, aren't you the champion? Why are you here to take the exam?"

"..." Fu Changan could only smile awkwardly.

"Boss! Are you alright! I'm going to be the champion!"

Shen Yiqing's loud voice spread without any disguise.

The scholars outside the small shop all turned around.

The woman from the tea shop next door covered her mouth and giggled: "Young Master Shen, you are really persistent."

"Hey, are you still taking the exam?" The old man on the opposite shop slammed the iron, "You have ambition and ambition."

The candidates outside the door turned their heads away.

Ah, it's Mr. Shen's family.

After three years of consecutive exams, just get used to it.

There were also some who didn't know Mr. Shen when they came here for the first time, and they felt relieved after inquiring about it with the people around them.

This is the horn sound.

Fu Changan hesitated for a moment, then quickly swept his eyes over the boss who was turning the pancakes in the workshop, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Boss, when will you get married?"

Shen Yiqing just lay down on the table and laughed: "The proprietress hasn't found it yet! Hahahahaha, I'll just talk about running on him, hahahahaha."

Fu Changan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it."

"But it's coming soon." The woman from the tea shop next door pouted at her old man, "Didn't a pretty girl come here a few days ago?"

"Hey," the blacksmith stopped what he was doing and wiped his sweat, "That girl has a lot of background at first glance, and the boss may not be able to bear it."

Shen Yiqing immediately got up and walked over: "You always tell me more in detail."

The old blacksmith saw that someone was listening, and his face became mysterious: "I heard what the people next to me said about Princess Taiping... Tsk tsk, this is why..."

The woman refused: "Don't talk nonsense, I have clearly heard that it is Princess Linglong."

The boss over there has already come out of the house, casually spread the willow leaf cakes on the table, yawned and was about to go back.

"Du Lin'an."

Fu Changan suddenly stopped him.

The boss paused in his footsteps, and turned a deaf ear.

"sorry."

"Eat willow leaf cake? Don't eat it." The boss turned his head and smiled coldly.

Fu Changan was stunned.

"Hey," Shen Yiqing elbowed the little boss who was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and looked intently at Fu Changan's gradually shrinking figure, "Is he the little Fuzi from two years ago?"

"It's no wonder you didn't pass the exam because you're calling me holy." The little boss lazily stretched his waist, squinted his eyes, and Fu Chang'an had already disappeared at the end of the road.

"Is there any direct relationship between this? Don't run on me. I'm not going to make a name for myself. It's a blockbuster. Mr. Jiang only became the prime minister in his 70s." Shen Yiqing immediately put on a straight face.

"That's Mr. Jiang, you still want to live that long." The little boss pulled down the window, "It's closed, get out."

Shen Yiqing lay down on the table: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I said why are you so stubborn, people don't remember, you still have to rely on it."

"The wind picked up and wrinkled a pool of spring water." The little boss said politely, and drove Shen Yiqing out.

Shen Yiqing understood as soon as he rolled his eyes: "Yes, please, you are capable, don't cry and beg me, I will tell you."

"No one will beg you, so you can rest assured."

The little boss stuck his head out of the window and shouted.

Shen Yiqing rolled her eyes, then turned into the tea shop next door and ordered a pot of tea, enjoying herself leisurely.

late at night.

A vague figure was reflected in the dim light of the small restaurant.

The little boss curled up on the bed, his back arched tightly.

"Hey, are you still unwilling to leave?" A man in a gray coat slowly burned a silver needle on the lamp, and asked casually.

"Let's go." The little boss squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

The man was obviously stunned, and then stretched out: "Thinking about it?"

The little boss refused to talk to him any more.

The man was obviously in a happy mood, and even the ending of the sentence was a little brisk: "Then come to Nanshan to study medicine with me, and I will tell you about the trash we have in the door now. I am afraid that I will throw away all of them in a hundred years. Face..."

Chatter chatter chatter chatter.

Slender needles extend from the smooth texture.

Bring out a few strands of dark insect marks.

"The scourge has been around for thousands of years, you won't die so early." The little boss let out a long sigh of relief and raised his eyebrows.

"Hey you bastard." The man shook his head, "How did your master teach you? Respect your teacher and love your elders?"

"What else did he teach me besides being a hands-off shopkeeper?" The little boss rolled his eyes, "I'll go back with you tomorrow."

"Call that kid Shen Yiqing." The man stretched.

"What? Didn't he have to be the champion?" The little boss laughed.

The man raised his face: "He is the only one? Heh, I can't afford to lose that person." Whether it was a sarcasm, the man's expression was clearly gentle.

Just mentioned him.

But the expression was soft as if afraid of hurting him.

The little boss couldn't laugh, not only couldn't laugh, he even kicked him: "Get lost."

Although single and widowed, the little boss still has a big temper.

The man did indeed pack up his things and was about to leave. He pushed the door and left, but turned around and told him again, "Remember to call him up."

The little boss evoked a warm smile.

"roll."

Fu Changan came again.

He smeared soot on his face indiscriminately and threw it at the door of the store.

He looked helplessly at the little boss in the shop.

As soon as the little boss got up, he slowly tossed the hairband on his head, and finally he was about to tie it up when he was good at it.

Fu Chang'an looked at his horribly dark hands again and again, but he still didn't go forward.

The woman in the tea shop next door muttered again: "The people nowadays are really bad, how can they block people from doing business like this..."

The business in the morning was a little chilly.

But not without it.

Some early-rising guests saw the beggar-like Fu Changan from a distance and hid, whispering in the air-conditioning accompanied by the cold mist exhaled.

It's spring.

It was still freezing cold in the morning.

The blacksmith raised his eyes from the sparkling fire, and stuck his face reddened by the fire from the dilapidated window. He straightened his neck and said, "Boy, do you want to help?"

Fu Changan also took a look there.

He began to think about which direction he should run faster if the blacksmith made a shot.

The little boss smiled and said no, and turned around and put up the sign "Closed today" in front of Fu Chang'an's face.

Fu Changan stared at the wooden sign for a long time.

The writing on the wooden sign was simply horrible.

To be able to barely recognize the characters is Fu Changan's talent.

The little boss's handwriting still hasn't improved in the slightest over the years.

Fu Changan opened his mouth, and took a step in the direction of the little boss.

The little boss took a step back almost immediately.

The woman in the tea shop only glanced here, but her voice was loud: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Duzi, sister is protecting you."

Fu Changan stayed here for a while.

He also knew the temper of the tea shop guy.

Not to mention how superb it is, but he has the kung fu to knock him down.

After all, she was also a famous female general in the previous dynasty.

At that time, a silver halberd determined peace in northern Xinjiang for ten years.

The little boss smiled and didn't even leave him a shadow.

Gone in the battered blue pombri.

city ​​gate.

Shen Yiqing clamored to take the No. [-] Scholar Examination, and was dragged by the little boss to the gate of the city.

The soldiers guarding the city smiled and greeted the little boss, and when they heard that they were going out of the city to visit relatives, they smiled and told them to be careful on the road.

"I want to take the No. [-] exam! If I don't take the No. [-] exam, I won't go back!" Shen Yiqing has a stubborn temper.

A few years ago, he was so angry that he went down the mountain at night when he said that he was ignorant and incompetent, and vowed not to go back unless he was admitted as the number one scholar.

In the end, that person didn't get used to him, and he also said that if you don't pass the exam, don't go back.

The two have been so stubborn for many years.

The little boss slapped Shen Yiqing on the head: "Shut up quickly, don't irritate me alone, he can tell me to watch you, if you don't leave, I'm afraid I won't even be able to enter the gate of Nanshan."

Shen Yiqing was stunned for a while: "Aren't you waiting for him?"

"I'm greedy for life and afraid of death. That Princess Taiping scares me enough." The little boss drove the horse carelessly, with a completely indifferent expression on his face.

Shen Yiqing fell silent.

The little boss has nothing to do with that person.

When you talk about the little boss, you go crazy.

A few days ago, Princess Taiping, Princess Linglong and Concubine Guangde came more frequently than each other.

The small shop of the little boss can be regarded as the first shop in all ages.

Dare to treat His Majesty as a shopkeeper, and there are many distinguished guests.

Of course, if they didn't come to find fault, then the little boss would really thrive.

Threatening the life of the little boss.

It's nothing more than telling the little boss to stay away from Fu Chang'an.

The little boss immediately scoffed.

I wish that Fu Chang'an would be as far away from Lao Tzu as possible.

The little boss has always held grudges.

He could beg to go to the capital for Fu Chang'an, bend his spine, kowtow to others and pretend to be a grandson.

You can also feel ashamed after a glimpse in front of the palace. Even if the pride in your bones is gone, there will always be a handful of ashes after burning.

But Fu Chang'an decided to post it in a brazen manner after this.

Even if the little boss didn't say anything, Shen Yiqing planned to put him in a sack in the middle of the night.

"Has he been here recently?" Shen Yiqing began to talk about him from left to right.

"Who?"

The little boss asked knowingly.

"That's...that's..." Shen Yiqing became anxious, "Fang Funan!"

The little boss glanced at him with a half-smile: "I didn't come."

Shen Yiqing immediately blushed: "He didn't come? I ... I killed him and me ... Ahhhhhhhhhhh me!"

The little boss put on a joking smile, raised his whip and whipped the snow-white horse.

Seeing that the little boss smiled, Shen Yiqing rushed up hungry, and slapped the little boss's cheap smile: "You lied to me again! Lied to me again! You're here, right? Right? "

The little boss grabbed Shen Yiqing and pulled him back.

Shen Yiqing yelled, and obediently retreated into the carriage.

The little boss tried his best to spread his palm holding the horsewhip, and smiled helplessly as he looked at the worm marks on his palm.

It's all fate.

Du Lin'an ran away.

Fu Changan stayed in the shop for two whole days before confirming the news.

The woman in the tea shop next door coaxed the baby to sleep, while turning a deaf ear to his inquiries, and closed the window panes firmly.

As for the blacksmith...

Showing a shy smile at him amidst the sparks flying around: "I didn't hear what you said."

"Oh little boss, I don't know."

"How do I know where the little boss has gone?"

"You should ask elsewhere."

Fu Changan almost bleeds out of anger.

After finally escaping from a group of wolves and tigers in the palace, he found the shop of the little boss through bumps and bumps along the way, but after being shut down, the little boss still ran away under his nose?

Fu Changan felt aggrieved.

But dare not be wronged.

I'm afraid that the little boss who doesn't know where he is will be slapped if he raises his hand.

"Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry! Go, bake a cake, it won't beat you!"

Fu Changan thought it was funny again.

I am a ninety-five-year-old.

I am afraid that all the grievances in this life will be suffered by the little boss.

But the little boss.

Probably the grievances of this life have also been suffered by him.

Fu Changan felt depressed again.