In a panic, he even brought down the seat under him and made a dull noise, but his figure had already floated out of the door, as if he hadn't seen him.
Wuyoufang is a restaurant that never closes. Ning Yuan walked through the streets and alleys alone, stopping in front of the door with two dim yellow lanterns hanging in the doorway.
Xiao Er leaned against the porch and took a nap, with a white cloth towel over his shoulders.
At the time of the five shifts, few people are still banqueting friends and entertaining guests for dinner.
At this point, either have gone home separately. Or, it's also the end of the meal, rushing to the next one for fun, happy all night.
The icy night breeze slowly passed by, bringing up the corners of Ning Yuan's clothes. His awe-inspiring eyes slowly landed in the wide open lobby at the door, and there was nothing but a few small two who were still watching the night, lying on the table with their cheeks on the table, and the chicks were dozing off at the rice.
Ning Yuan's heart was empty, as if the night wind passed through his bitten bloody heart, muffled and painful.
Is the boy still there
His words are not seen or scattered, after all, he has not survived, but he has finally come.
When dismounting and landing on the ground, there was a moment of soreness.
He tightened his pale lips, led the horse to wake up the napping Xiao Er leaning on the porch, and asked what he had been holding back and forth in his heart.
"Is he still there?"
The second half was half awake from dreaming, rubbing his eyes and listening in a daze, "Huh?" After seeing the face of the person in front of him, he finally woke up suddenly, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him with an ouch.
"General Ning? How come you are here in the middle of the night? What a distinguished guest, please come here!" After that, he turned around and said hello, "Don't sleep, be careful of the shopkeeper's deduction of your wages! Wake up, there are noble guests!"
After roaring, a flower he smiled seemed to lead Ning Yuan's horse, and asked respectfully, "General Ning, what did you just say? Are you looking for someone? Does that person have facial features for the villain to recognize?"
Xiao Er's words were very respectful, and what he said was not leaking. Ning Yuan was panicked, and he repeated, "Is he still there?"
Xiao Er looked back at the other running halls and scratched his head, "General Ning, who are you talking about?"
"Baby-faced, very thin, about seventeen or eighteen years old, are you still in Wuyoufang?"
"Oh, you're talking about the young pavilion master of the stunning pavilion, right?" Ning Yuan hadn't had any hope at all. At this moment, his eyes lit up and turned to Xiao Er.
"It's him. I made an appointment with him to drink in Wuyoufang."
Xiao Er laughed again and nodded again and again, "Yes! It turns out that the little pavilion master is waiting for you? Come in! The little one will take you there! He also told the little one that someone reported When he accepts the appointment, he will bring him up without any notification."
Ning Yuan followed Xiaoer upstairs, and said hoarsely after hearing that his throat was mad, "When did he...when did he come?"
"Oh, your question, the small one counts," Xiao Er pinched and counted, and said in surprise: "The little pavilion master will be here as soon as he wiped it out. Now... it's the fifth shift, right? I just heard the call. Louder... This, I'm afraid it will be almost overnight, right?"
He was amazed, and he didn't know what the little pavilion owner of the stunning pavilion had asked General Ning for help. I waited all night without giving up.
With his fists clenched, Ning Yuan's downturned eyelashes were long and sparse, and the candlelights lining the corridor were extinguished, just like the hope in his heart.
Xiao Er stopped at the door of a box, respectfully said: "General Ning, this is here, please come in!"