Chapter 277: Other Village Inn

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"They ... are inconvenient and fall asleep," Chen Qingxuan struggled to say, while placing the tray on the table, he said to Grandma Chen with a deep voice, "Forget it, and let them sleep well, Minger will heat up the medicine for her again in the morning. "
"How can he sleep in the house?" Grandma Chen's brows twitched, and she walked towards the room behind her, still chattering in her mouth, "Although he is an elder, he is a man, and I looked at him because he was not very old. Why didn't I know how to avoid suspicion? No, I had to wake him up ... "
"Grandma!" Chen Qingxuan grabbed Grandma Chen abruptly. He didn't know how to speak. He still had some inexplicable emotion in his breath. After a pause, he said to Grandma Chen, "I let him He rested in the room, his legs and feet were so badly injured, if he walked back again, those two legs might be terrible, you know, I ’m so big, they do n’t matter if they fall asleep together. Don't go in and make a mess ... "
"How can there be nothing? Qing Xuan, you read your brain and read silly? That girl is only seventeen! It's the age to avoid suspicion," Granny Chen's face did not agree, and she was going to push the door again, "Again, Even if you let him live, why is he so embarrassed to live? He is an elder, why is he so confused ... "
"Grandma! I'm begging you!" Chen Qingxuan was almost speechless. He grabbed Grandma Chen and dragged her into the kitchen, busy pretending to be pitiful, "Grandma, I've been busy all day long , I ca n’t even eat hot food, so you should be pitiful, my grandson, OK? Now cook me noodles! I beg you! "
"Ah! Grandma will cook noodles for you!" The granddaughter who loves the most is hungry, and Grandma Chen is busy with her hands and going to the noodles. Naturally, she can't remember what the men and women are doing.
Chen Qingxuan looked at Grandma Chen who was busy in the kitchen, and he was relieved for a long time. He walked out of the kitchen and walked towards the outer hall, passing the closed door, he could not bear it. Stopped and stopped, he stared at the door for a while and then walked away.
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Jiasheng thirty-three years on the eighth day of the first month
Ninggu Tower.
Pang Yi and Xiao Anshi finally came to Chenjiatun early this morning.
The carriage was driving on a bleak and deserted street. The two sat in the carriage and the other outside the carriage. There was nothing to say, except for the sound of a clear whip, there was no more noise.
Pang Yi looked at the white flower world in front of him, and was a bit dazed. He had been here before, but the last time he came, he galloped all the way. He didn't take a good look at this small street and hurried up. Mountain, but this time, he walked very slowly on the same side street.
"Call!"
The carriage was on the street. The only hotel in his village called Hecun, which was still open, stopped in front of him. Pang Yi jumped off the carriage and patted the carriage door gently: "Ma'am, you got off."
Suddenly, the carved carriage door was pushed open from the inside, revealing a quiet and emaciated face of Xiao Anshi, she looked at Pang Yi, and looked at the strange and depressed street in front of her, slowly Slowly opened his mouth: "Is this here?"
It's clearly asking questions, but it clearly doesn't expect anyone to answer.
Pang Yi didn't speak, and silently extended his hand to Xiao An's, Xiao An's stared at the man's hand that stretched out in front of him. This hand was really big, wide and big, and the fingers were old The long, thick knuckles, the calluses full of hands, seem to be unusually rough, but the puffy blood vessels on the head, and the manly flavor.
At first glance, such a hand knows that it is weather-stricken, used to holding swords and horse reins. It is nothing like the hand of the noble son of the screwdriver Jingshi. It is as white as jade, and it gently shakes the paper fan.
...
"Guest, are you a sharp-eyed or live in a shop?" Shop Xiaoer greeted him with a warm and cheerful smile.
Pang Yi didn't speak, and kept his head silently, like a wooden pile, until he felt the warmth and smoothness on the back of his hand, his wooden pile finally responded, his throat knot moved up and down, and then leaned forward Xiao An's got off the carriage, and when the little feet stood firm, the weight on the back of his hand suddenly disappeared, and Pang Yi froze for a moment before standing upright.
"Live in a shop." Pang Yi said to the shop's second child.