Chapter 33: .The Returning Priest

The two people in the bookstore were unaware of the catastrophe taking place in the capital.
Just after 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Jiehai sent away the last guest who was about to tidy up the private room. Yuno called to him, pointed to a glass of three-color wine on the table and smiled: "Let’s take a break and try my new recipe. "
"I'm not good at tasting..." Jie Hai rubbed his nose embarrassedly and wanted to decline, and saw his eagerly anticipating eyes. After thinking about it, he should sit on the high chair, picking up the glass and sniffing. A refreshing smell of apple came out.
Apple champagne... The crystal clear red, yellow and green colors in the glass seemed to be constantly rotating and layering. He glanced at the store manager a little hesitantly, and took a sip of the glass to his mouth. At first, he felt a slight sweetness, and then the rich mellow scent swept through the entire mouth, filling the nose, so that he hurriedly covered his nose, and tears flowed out. He held his breath for a few seconds, and the irritation subsided rapidly, leaving only a bit of bitterness in his mouth.
Seeing him feeling uncomfortable, Yuno quickly reached out and patted his back. When he recovered, he asked expectantly, "How?"
"It's a bit...a bit choking." Jie Hai wiped the tears around his eyes, and took a few deep breaths before he made his final comment with a thick nasal sound.
I really don't know how to drink, even this kind of low-concentration fruit wine feels choked... The little shopkeeper laughed dumbly, shaking his head and feeling that it is rare for a confidant. He put the bottles and cans used in the bartending back into the wooden cabinet one by one, and suddenly he missed his appointed sommelier. He turned his head and asked casually, "How is that wood? Have you been to the bookstore? "
"Brother Jinyuan?" Jiehai took a deep breath for a long time before regaining his breath. He remembered that he hadn't mentioned the assassination to the store manager. He sucked his nose and explained, "A major event happened in the capital a few days ago. He followed Dian Shun went to investigate, there is no news yet..."
"A big event? The assassination of the Bingquan Hotel?" Yuno picked up the towel and wiped his hands, frowning slightly.
"Do you know this too?"
"There has been a lot of rumors in the city after such a big incident..." The little shopkeeper thought about the wording, and slowly folded the towel back on the shelf, "Speaking of which, it has something to do with me... My father was in the hotel that night, and I asked him about it in general."
"Your father?" Jie Hai instantly thought of Lord Saron, the Asker patriarch, with the same golden hair and the same elegant smile, "Is it His Royal Highness Saron?"
"Why... isn't it?" Yuno turned and stared at him and raised his eyebrows.
"No no..." Jie Hai repeatedly waved his hands and denied, "I think you look alike, but I didn't expect it to be your father."
"Only our family has this unique blond hair. You should recognize it at a glance..." The little shopkeeper glanced at him with his neck proudly, and then asked, "How do you know they went to investigate this matter? ?"
"I heard from my classmate yesterday, and the radio station issued a notice saying that His Highness Shun was ordered to continue investigating the assassination. Brother Jinyuan... should be with him too."
"Then any other news today?"
"I came here early in the morning, and there was no new news on the way..."
There is no news yet... Yuno frowned and thought secretly. It has been several days since the assassination. Even if the result is not found, he should send a letter back... Isn't there any danger?
"Manager..." Jie Hai interrupted his contemplation, clutching his head and said apologetically, "I have to go back early today. Something happened in the academy. I'm afraid I will have trouble going back late..."
"Oh..." Yuno nodded absently, "If you have news from them, remember to tell me, I will be here these days."
"Hey! Don't worry." Jie Hai responded and ran to change his clothes, waved goodbye to him, and quickly left the study room.
He returned from the warm room to the temple of cold winter in an instant, and the severe temperature difference inside and outside made him tremble, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body. He bent down and rubbed his palms and cheeks vigorously, and just turned around and almost bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention for a while..." Jie Hai apologized and looked up. The handsome young man in front of him was wearing a luxurious and complicated ritual gown, with long purple hair swaying slightly in the wind. He half-squinted his eyes with a squint. Zhuo Ran's arrogance in the world seemed out of place in this shabby old temple at the end of autumn.
This person seems to be a bit familiar...Jie Hai suddenly felt familiar with him, staring blankly at this seemingly extraordinary priest, and finally aroused a flirty disgust: "Why, flowers grow on my face? "The man's voice was soft, but with a long ending, with a strangely lazy accent.
"I'm really sorry, sorry..." Jie Hai scratched his head and hit haha, then bowed slightly to apologize, turned and ran to the other side. Probably it was a guest in the store... he thought while running. He had seen all kinds of big people since he was in the bookstore, but he didn't take this encounter into his heart.
This kid really has no memory... The purple-haired young man glanced at his back, stretched out his hand to cover the stone tablet and passed it into the study room. He stood by the door and looked around, his expression suddenly relaxed, as if the bookstore could make him feel more at ease. He bounced on the string of golden wind chimes with some nostalgia, patted his sleeves across the porch, and glanced at Yuno sitting in the left compartment and flipping through the newspaper. He suddenly raised his mouth and smiled with interest: What are you doing, little trick?"
"Brother Yunxuan?" The little shop manager turned his head in amazement, and then frowned and complained after seeing the person who came, "I guess you might call it that way!"
"Oh, have you ever said that? I have lived a long time, and my memory is not good..." Yun Xuan chuckled and waved indifferently.
Here comes this one again. Why don’t I usually remember it... Yuno has already seen through his foolish tricks, Bianbianzui lowered his head and turned over the newspaper, Yu Guang glanced over and asked, "How come you change the door today? Up?"
"I just returned to the capital, stop by and have a look..." Yun Xuan didn't want to mention the catastrophe to the young man, smiled back and turned around to go upstairs.
"Brother Yunxuan, wait..." The little shopkeeper hurriedly stopped him, walked out of the private room and stood in front of him and asked, "Do you know the assassination in Beijing a few days ago?"
"Assassination? I haven't heard anyone say it before."
"So...I want to ask you if you have the latest news." Yuno sighed slightly disappointed, unresolved in his heart.
"What do you want to know? I'll help you fortune telling..." Yun Xuan seemed to be suddenly intrigued. With his eyes rolled, he took out an old copper coin from the blue cloth pocket on his waist and shook it deliberately in front of him. , Smiled very slyly.
"...Is this possible? I didn't know what I did last time."
"Sincere is spirit, let's talk, what do you want to know?"
"...I want to ask where Jinyuan and Shun are."
"Then... see if it's in the capital." Yun Xuan threw the copper coin high and caught it, opened his palm and looked at it. When he saw the word "No" written on it, he shook his head and sighed regretfully. Not in the capital, it's hard to find now..."
"Then ask if they are safe."
Yun Xuan smiled and nodded, then tossed the coin again, and after it fell, it was another no.
"Are you sure..." Yuno stared at the word "No", and he grabbed the coin from his hand, meditated on the question and threw it out, only to get the word "Yes". He glanced suspiciously at the priest, who turned his head with his hands on his back, as if pretending to be looking at the scenery outside the window.
How about two wins in three games... He tossed the coin again with a hint of a gambler's mentality, and returned to the negative word just now. So bad luck? He didn't believe in evil and wanted to throw it again, and Yun Xuan quickly grabbed the copper coin with his hand.
"Ah...A problem can only be thrown once, and no matter how many it is, it won't work." The priest coughed quietly and put the copper coin back into the bag, pretending that he didn't see the deceived eyes of the little shopkeeper. Stepped up the stairs. He walked along the crystal wall to the golden star pattern in the center, pressed his hands in the air, white light flashed, and his figure disappeared into the dark room.
In a corner of an unknown space, the figure of the purple-robed priest reappeared. He seems to be in a log house, with a translucent crystal dome above his head, and purple fluorescent fine lines winding on the crystal wall, outlining a gorgeous flower pattern. There are many plants of different colors hung on the surrounding wooden walls. There is a row of storage cabinets on the right side. Next to the cabinet is a small square wooden door. The door is tightly closed and I don't know where to lead. Right in front is a huge glass floor-to-ceiling window. The sun is shining and the water is gurgling, like a small green garden. There are two rattan rocking chairs and a coffee table by the window.
With no one in the room, Yun Xuan walked straight to the window and lay in the rocking chair lazily with a sigh of relief, and finally could go home... He looked at the green grass outside the house, stretched out his hand and tapped boredly on the coffee table, remembering the demon flame disaster that just happened.
Since the divine power explosion eight years ago, cataclysms across the continent have become more frequent, making oneself run around like a firefighter. It doesn't matter if he is tired, it's just that this deteriorating situation is like a boulder weighing on his heart, becoming heavier and harder to resolve. And this disaster happened in the capital unprecedentedly, and the cause and effect is absolutely extraordinary...
This sense of urgency made him feel depressed. He took out a delicate small pipe from the cloth pocket around his waist and stuffed some thin tobacco leaves in his mouth. As soon as he wanted to reach out and rub the flames, he felt his head sink. A fat white bird appeared instantaneously, squinted at the top of his head, staring at the pipe with a bad expression.
"Old smoker, don't smoke in this bird's territory! Don't assume that this bird can't see it! This bird has already smelled the smell of smoke on you! Humph!" Shiratori unceremoniously trampled his hair into a mess. He shouted sharply.
This noisy guy... Yun Xuan angrily threw the pipe on the coffee table, waved it over his head and drove the fat bird away, and then yelled in a low voice, "When did you become your site? ?"
"The bird said yes! The bird said no smoking is allowed, no smoking!" Fat bird Ahuang fluttered his wings and stood on a wicker chair, combing his feathers casually, and then cast him a blank eye.
The priest laughed out of anger, grabbed it and clamped it in his arms while he was not prepared, and flicked its chubby head hard: "It's your turn! Today I have to take care of you!"
"Ah!!! Help! Kill the birds! Help!" Ahuang struggling desperately in panic, let out a piercing scream, and his stern voice spread all over the wooden house. After a while, the small wooden door on the side opened from the inside with a slight sound, and a small head slowly poked out.
Miyou, in a beige nightdress, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked into the room suspiciously while holding the door. Under the golden sunlight by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the priest was lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed and rested. The fat bird was standing on the coffee table with his wings holding a layer cake that he didn't know from where he ate happily.
The girl tilted her head and was still thinking about the strange scream. The priest seemed to have noticed her arrival and opened her eyes with a graceful smile: "Xiao Miyou, are you still taking a nap? Sleep a little longer and take you to eat at night. food."
Mi You stood blankly by the door and watched for a while, only then slowly walked to him Nuo Nuo shouted "Big Brother Yunxuan", her hollow purple eyes did not blink, staring at Ahuang's hands. Cake.
I really have two big foodies... Yun Xuan sighed secretly, took out two of the same desserts from the cloth bag and handed them to the girl. The small bag did not know why it could hold so many things.
"Thank you..." The girl still thanked her expressionlessly, holding one in each hand, and sitting on the chair to eat.
The priest looked at the two foodies, the big one and the small one, and found that their eating movements were very in sync, and he couldn't help feeling very moved. Since taking her back to the bookstore eight years ago, this fat bird has been with her all day long. This bird is greedy, lazy and noisy, and I'm afraid it will ruin her. Fortunately, although the little girl is reticent, her temperament is gentle and gentle. If not, it would be hard to explain to her father again in the future...
The afternoon light was scorching, and Yun Xuan shook the rocking chair lightly, squinting his eyes and continued to sink into thought. When I returned to the capital this time, there must have been a lot of troubles and a group of troublesome people. I really couldn’t escape... In addition to this not a serious catastrophe, I am afraid that I will have to stay in the city for a while Up.
There is something to be troublesome now... He closed his eyes as if admitting his fate, reluctant to think about it, intending to spend the rest of the afternoon quietly.
There was no wind and no words in the wooden hall, only the sound of soft rocking chairs occasionally sounded, pushing the almost stagnant time slowly forward.