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Chapter 15 Thousand Noodles

Parting is not seeing each other again, but waiting for a better meeting after separation.

On the second day, Yuebai stepped out of the threshold of the inn with only his two medicine boxes, one big and one small.

Outside the door is Tianguang Zhengxi, and the breeze is gentle.The fog in the early morning has just dissipated, and the coldness has not had time to dissipate completely, and the sun has just risen, and the warmth has not had time to shine on the earth.But everything is just fine at this moment.

The thin and thin back is under the skylight, and the skylight coats the moon white with a light edge. This thin back is almost indifferent, as if he only looks forward, and when he walks forward step by step, everyone passing by He left behind.People on the street are like flowing water, and he is like a stone. It seems to be submerged in the water, but in fact, the water divides and goes away, never merging.You stand behind him and look at his back. His figure is faint, like a few strokes of light ink.And the scenery behind him blurred into nothingness.A picture scroll of thousands of miles, but a few strokes are out of place.

Fang Siming watched Yuebai's back, watched him turn around gracefully, watched him walk leisurely, watched him step out of the door, watched him...

Yuebai looked back suddenly, smiled sweetly, and a black-clothed figure fell into her eyes, clearly engraved in her heart as if she was close in front of her eyes: "Mr. Fang, see you in Suzhou, you must find me."

Fang Siming never thought that he would turn his head back, and smiled in a deep and clear voice, which was so nice that his daughter's cheeks were blushing.

"must."

Some encounters are for parting, and some partings are just for reunion.

Fang Siming, I want to change a medicine soup for you.I am medicine, years are soup, and heal all your ailments and injuries.

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As soon as you enter the city, you will be greeted by a noisy and prosperous atmosphere.There are many buildings on both sides of the street, but there is no chaos at all. The black tiles and cornices are red lanterns, and the appropriate shade is just right.Hexi's sunshine coated every tile with a layer of brilliance. The old people sat on chairs in twos and threes, basking in the sun together. They drank two sips of tea and chatted about trivial matters in the family.Children ran past him in groups of three or four, and jumped up and down the long street with a "laughing and laughing".

Women carry baskets to buy, peddlers let go of their voices to sell, restaurants greet and deliver, and teahouses and food stalls are busy.Looking at it at a glance, it is full of bustle and bustle, and the ears are full of vitality.

The city of Suzhou is filled with fireworks, and the pond is full of flowers and strings.The gardenia is fragrant and beautiful on Pingjiang Road, and the laughter under the tung oil umbrella is full of laughter.

Fang Siming led the horse through the crowd.The half-grown boy who was selling lucky bags approached Qianli Liangju, as if he was fascinated by this mighty horse, and the horse swept the boy with his ass.

The boy fell to the ground firmly with his ass, and the people next to him saw him and surrounded him to help pull him up.He blushed and waved his hands again and again to indicate that he was fine.Fang Siming patted the horse's head, and the maroon horse hummed aggrievedly.

Seeing Fang Siming looking at him, the boy panicked. He hurriedly took out the lucky bag from the basket and said, "Young master, let's buy a lucky bag. Well, just eight copper coins, and there are flowers in it for the girl." .”

The young man's appearance is ordinary, but his hands are well-defined, not white enough but the bluish-purple meridians are still distinct on the back of his hands, perhaps because his family is poor, the palms of his hands have some thin bones that protrude more than ordinary people.At first glance, Fang Siming seemed to be familiar with it.

It was his horse that knocked someone down, Fang Siming apologized, and bought two lucky bags amidst the boy's repeated daring, before continuing on his way.

The sound of playing and singing of pipa and sanxian came from the street.This is the restaurant.

Fang Siming handed over the horse to Xiaoer. At this time, it was not the time when the restaurant had the most diners, and Xiaoer, the shopkeeper, was quite leisurely.The guests were scattered upstairs and downstairs in twos and threes, and a man and a woman who were commentators sat behind the curtain, singing stories in books with soft voices.

Fang Siming went straight up to the second floor, the second floor was even more empty than the first floor, only a man sat on the table by the window facing the street, he must be a young master from a wealthy family.Fang Siming just glanced over, and he walked towards the table in the corner.Holding the wine glass, the young man jogged and sat opposite Fang Siming.

Fang Siming poured a cup of tea on his own, and focused his eyes on the tea soup in his hand.Seeing that he ignored him, the young master curled his lips in displeasure and said: "What's the point of drinking tea, the best bamboo leaf green, sir, don't want me to drink a cup?"

It's not that Fang Siming has never met someone he knows, it's just that he has never met someone who is obviously unhappy but wants to get close.He raised his eyes, and the young master met those icy phoenix eyes, and suddenly a chill rose up his back, and the young master shook his hands, showing no fear.

"You...you..." Young people value face the most, they clearly feel that the aura in front of them is so strong, but they still have to pretend to be unafraid.However, he still stuttered when he opened his mouth, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Fang Siming glanced at him without emotion, with a cold and mocking smile on his lips.He found that the child's eyebrows were slender and long, quite delicate, with a hint of elegance, but unfortunately suppressed by his own spirit, he became a little immature instead.

Fang Siming didn't bother to pay attention to him, and before the young master had time to decide whether to persevere or give up decisively, the woman holding the pipa came up holding her skirt.When the young master saw it, he immediately slipped downstairs, not even taking care of the dishes on the table that hadn't touched a few chopsticks.

The woman holding the pipa paid respects to Fang Siming, and without saying a word, she found a stool and sat down, playing the pipa and singing.It is the local dialect of Gusu, soft and pleasant to the ear.

eccentric.Since he came in, there hasn't been a waiter to lead the way and order food, and people he has never met have come over to show his affection for no reason, and there is this singer.Fang Siming glanced at the woman. The ten fingers of the woman were slender, flexible and boneless, and the nails were light pink, slightly whiter.

Fang Siming put down his teacup and put his elbows on the table, a flash of light flashed in his mind as he lowered his eyes.Suddenly, he smiled.The sharp eyebrows were slightly softened for a moment.He raised his hand to signal the singer to stop, and said, "Who made you come?"

The woman's pipa half covered her cheeks, she replied in a soft voice: "He said that if the young master asks, he will let the young master go downstairs, and someone will come."

Fang Siming didn't know where his patience came from, but he actually went downstairs and went out as he said.A boy about seven or eight years old outside the door seemed to be waiting for a while, his eyes lit up when he saw Fang Siming coming out, and he jumped up to meet him.The child's hair must have been played around a lot, and several strands of neatly tied hair were pulled out, and he was not a very handsome child, but the hair was very well formed, fine and black and long, and looked very soft.

"Big brother, just now a sister asked me to give this to you." He took out an oiled paper bag from his arms and handed it to Fang Siming.

Inside is a fresh hawthorn, bright red as if it had just been picked from the tree.Fang Siming asked, "Where did that person go?"

The child was curiously padding his feet to see what was in the oiled paper bag.Fang Siming asked him, looked around and thought for a while before pointing uncertainly to the small alley with all the twists and turns at the end of the street, and said, "Where, that sister seems to have gone into the alley."

Fang Siming chased after him, and the alley was full of mixed courtyards, twisting and turning irregularly.Fortunately, there were not many people in the alley at this time, Fang Siming caught the woman with lightness kung fu.

The woman was tall and slender, her body was full of the fragrance of powder, but there was a faint bitterness soaked into the flesh and blood mixed with the fragrance of herbs.

She was pressed against the wall by Fang Siming's backhand without panic, and she said in an authentic Gusu accent: "I still underestimated you, you came so fast. How did you recognize me?"

Fang Siming unceremoniously pushed her away and let her go: "Fang and the girl have never met before, so how can I recognize her. Tell me, where is he?"

The girl was staggered by the push, she rubbed her wrist without getting annoyed, instead she turned around with a smile and said to Fang Siming, "I have known you for a long time, but you can't recognize me? Or..."

She was talking, but Fang Siming couldn't hear her nonsense.With a cold face, Fang Siming locked her wrist and twisted it back, saying: "However, his figure is somewhat similar to him, so he dared to pretend to be him. Where is he?"

The woman screamed in pain.She only vaguely guessed two points based on the two points of cleverness she learned in the dust.The woman who gave her money was mediocre, and Fang Siming was handsome and extravagant, she couldn't help being jealous, and wanted to deceive Fang Siming, so as to teach the woman that her sweetheart couldn't tell the truth from the fake.Who would have thought that this seemingly noble young master was actually a character who showed no mercy.When he started to move his hands, it seemed that he wanted to tear off one of her arms.

She hurriedly begged for mercy, and said: "Before, she told me to lead you to the gate of the courtyard where two clumps of bamboo were planted in front of the gate."

Fang Siming let her go, and the woman ran away quickly.

The sunlight passes through the eaves and walls and casts shadows of different shades on the road paved with bluestone slabs.It rained last night, and there were still some traces of moisture in the shadows where the sun could not find it.

Fang Siming stepped on a sliding bluestone slab, and the dull and abrupt sound of the slab sliding echoed in the silent alley.Fang Siming turned and walked for a while, and found the yard where two pots of purple bamboo were planted by the door.

However, there was no one around the yard, and Fang Siming knocked on the door of the yard after searching around and still finding nothing.

There was a slight sound of footsteps inside, as if someone was walking towards the door.Fang Siming waited quietly for a moment, and the door opened from the inside.

A woman in light blue rough clothes poked her head out from behind the door. She had a handsome appearance, her hair was long to her waist and abdomen, and was held together by a sky blue hair rope.The daughter loves to think carefully about the subtleties. She hung a string of small tassels on the end of the hair rope, and when the wind blows, it floats with her hair.

She poked her head out cautiously, most of her body was still hidden behind the door panel.She was startled when she saw Fang Siming, her eyes were lowered, her cheeks turned red, and she asked a little shyly and cautiously, "Is the young master a foreigner? I don't know what's the matter?"

Fang Siming said: "Come ask the girl for a glass of water."

The author has something to say:

Today I finally saw the plot of Mingyue Villa, and after that, Jie just went crazy.Seeing Xiao Siming's heart aches to death! ! !To the characters in my game, I yelled to control him in the right way, I only want Xiao Siming, I just want to stand by his side and never leave.Then, seeing the part where Xiao Siming said that he would repay the favor with his life and clean up everything, tears really came out.Although I have to change the ending I originally thought, but I would say that I have already thought about a dozen sweet episodes.I just want to tell me that this article is very warm and pleasing to each other!Jie only subconsciously wants all kinds of sweets, all kinds of pains for my little Siming! ! !

Finally, I really want to scold Zhu Wengui, you bastard!But with Xiao Siming around, it is absolutely impossible to touch him.So, that Lin Qinghui was so angry, he provoked me to kill Xiao Siming, and even mocked Xiao Siming, he won't let you go! 【Huh, um, Jiezhi is very emotional, rolling all over the bed [cover face]]