The air in the morning is a little humid, perhaps because it rained last night. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
"Ring ring ring."
The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the wind chime hanging on the door made a crisp sound.
The waiter came out and turned the sign at the door from open to closed.
"Meow."
A soft voice came from the side of the road.
The waiter looked sideways and saw a black kitten sitting behind a flower pot at the door of the shop.
The rain still hasn't dried off.
The waiter looked at the kitten indifferently for a while.
"In fact, this street is just accommodating some people who have nowhere to go."
She inexplicably remembered this sentence again.
Looked at the cat and asked, "Are you going nowhere, too?"
The cat stood trembling without making a sound, as if shivering from the cold.
She nodded her head, as if she got an answer.
Walked back into the tavern. When she came out again, she had a jar of yogurt and a plate in her hand.
Pour the yogurt into a plate and put it in front of the cat.
The cat strode up to the plate and eagerly licked the yogurt inside. It seemed that it had been hungry for a long time.
The waiter squatted in front of the kitten, hesitating for a moment and stretched out a hand to touch its head.
The kitten did not resist, and a rare smile appeared on the waiter's indifferent face.
"I said, what are you doing here." A voice suddenly sounded beside her.
The smile on the waiter's face did not go away, and he looked up calmly.
It was an elderly woman, or rather an old woman in her fifties, in plain everyday clothes, with an old-fashioned hairstyle tied on her head.
It feels a little oppressive, how should I put it, this kind of feeling is somewhat strange for a woman.
The waiter stood up, looked into the shop lightly and said, with a laziness in his voice: "Boss, I have finished the night shift from 7pm to 7am."
"That's it." The old woman took out a cigarette from her arms and lit it for herself: "Then you go back first."
"Well, good." The waiter nodded and left slowly along the street.
a month ago.
The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open by a person.
It was a young woman, wearing a black dress, with a bag on her back. I don't know what was in the bag. It looked like a stick.
The woman ordered a glass of milk in the tavern and sat for a long time.
When she was about to leave, she found that she had no money with her, so she sat there in embarrassment.
After the old woman who was the tavern owner found out, she looked at her and said.
"You are a newcomer to this city. If you don't mind, I still need a waiter here."
"call."
The old lady boss spit out the smoke ring from her mouth, and her eyes fell on the kitten who was licking the yogurt by the door.
There are some small change on the bar in the store.
"I thought it was just a bum."
"It's surprisingly a gentle person."
only.
The boss's eyes looked at the distant figure.
Why does it give people a feeling of loneliness
Loneliness and tenderness are really contradictory.
"despair."
The wind on the hillside made the trees rustle, and a figure in a white robe sat cross-legged in front of a stone tablet, with long black hair hanging behind him, swaying slightly in the wind.
Gu Nan sat on the ground and stretched out her hand to lightly rest on the stone tablet in front of her.
The stone is so cold that there is no temperature at all, and there are a few simple writings engraved on it.
Bai Qi died thanks to the world, and there was no way to hold a big funeral, so she was simply buried here back then.
Gu Nan didn't say anything, just sat there and watched quietly, in a daze.
It took a long time before he let go of his hand from the stone tablet.
"It's been a long time since I came, and after this time, maybe I won't come again for a long time."
Talking with a light smile, Gu Nan placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the stele.
Before putting down the flowers, she saw another thing in front of the graves of Bai Qi and Wei Lan.
There are a few things simply placed, with some dust on them, it looks like it has been there for a while.
Before she came, someone else came.
There are not many people who will come to pay homage to Bai Qi and his wife.
Lao Lian will come, but he died a few years ago.
There are also Meng Ao, Wang, and those veterans who have passed away one after another over the years.
It has been ten years since Ying Zheng succeeded to the throne.
Many, many things have already changed.
There were so many people and so many things that she almost couldn't remember clearly.
When I walked to those things, I found a bamboo stick lying aside.
Pick it up and read:
Unfilial son, Bai Zhong, stay.
Gu Nan smiled and put the bamboo stick aside.
"Time flies so fast."
The wind blew the short grass into the air, hovering in the air.
Gu Nan picked up the Wuge that was put aside, stood up, and stood in front of the stone tablet.
"There are big things to do tonight, so I won't say more."
"Old man."
"What I promise you, I will do."
With that said, he turned around and walked along the path towards Xianyang City.
In the ten years of Qin Wangzheng, many changes have taken place in the court.
Xiangguo Lu Buwei's power seems to be getting bigger and bigger on the bright side, and has reached the point where he can cover the sky with one hand.
But he still can't touch a few rights, as if he was deliberately separated by someone.
For example, military power, even if it can be mastered sometimes, there are still people standing by.
Several new important ministers appeared above the court.
Du, Li Si, Wang Jian, Meng Tian.
In the end, there was another army that caught people's attention in Xianyang, and the Wang family's forbidden army fell into battle.
He was only ordered by the Wang family, and now the army has expanded to 3,000, a small number, and is permanently stationed in Xianyang.
But in wartime, you can be ordered by the king to lead an army of 100,000.
Such military power is no less than that of a general.
There are also people who want to make friends with him, but few people have seen what the leader of the army looks like, because it is the reason of the imperial army, that person is rarely out, and even rarely participates in the court meeting. Even when he was out in the formation, his face was covered with armor, so few people knew who the leader of the formation was.