Chapter 3: Just because you are too beautiful

For a city that didn't have much rain in the past, it was always annoying to have the unprepared storms to pour the plantains, smashed the fence, leaked the roof, and was too wet to transport the goods.
The indus fell into this street, literally means that there are many broken houses of the phoenix tree.
In Changling, the bankruptcy is a general term for small stall hawkers, squatters, tenants who do not have their own homes, and even idlers. In such a place, the environment is more difficult to create a more elegant feeling than the ordinary streets.
In addition to the fallen leaves that were covered by the wind and rain, the sap of the bluestone pavement, which is not flat on the street, floats with foam mixed with leaves and chicken manure.
The feet have been soaked, and Ding Ning, who is covered with mud, seems to be in a hurry, but the Qiangong butter cloth umbrella in his hand is much better than the general umbrella on the market, and it is also much heavier. This has created a big burden on him. From time to time, he has to change the hand of the umbrella and the oil bottle, and he has to prevent the umbrella from being blown to the side by the wind and rain, so the pace is not going to get up.
The street shops in front are all hidden in the dark shadows of the rainstorm and the sycamore trees. They can only be blurred to see that there is a wordless cyan flag floating in the helplessness.
Below the cyan wine flag is a small wine shop. There is no difference between the layout and the ordinary brewed wine shop. There are a few rough square tables in the hall of the street. The counter is placed in addition to the wine can. Peanuts, pickles and other rough dishes of the wine dishes, the inside is the place where the wine is used for wine making and self-occupied houses.
When I walked to the wine shop, Ding Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a heavy umbrella, licked the already sour arms, and scraped the scrape on the door and the sludge on the upper. Go in.
The wine shop is empty and there is no alcoholic.
It’s not that the business of the weekdays is cold. Just look at the corners of the table corners that are sleek and shiny by the sleeves. You know how many times these tables and chairs are being smashed in a day.
Only rich and elegant alcoholic people may not have a travel mood in this weather, and those who do not need elegant wines may be busy in the sudden rainstorm to cope with their leaking roof.
"You can't get rid of the shoe mud on the outer stone steps, do you have to lie on the door?" A woman who was obviously unhappy screamed from the inner court, like a cold autumn wind, rolled over empty tables and chairs.
Ding Ning did not care about it. "You don't want to do business anyway. Even if you have a dozen basic brewing processes, you will just lose a few more, and you are afraid of more mud on the door?"
The courtyard was silent for a few seconds, followed by soft footsteps, and the curtains separated from the inner courtyard were opened.
"If I knew that there were so many idlers in this place, I would never listen to your idea." The cold voice of the woman who opened the curtain contained a deep anger: "Not to mention the situation." There is no sludge at the door, which is related to personal feelings and has nothing to do with business."
Ding Ning thought about it and said seriously: "I can apologize for the part of personal feelings, but the business is too good, too many idlers have anything to do with me, just because you are too beautiful. Moreover, the wine shop is always better than you. I started to want to stay in the street, Liu Lane, and I have to listen to the news to be safe. When did you hear that a good woman who still has a good life wants to take the initiative to join the flower building? Or is it a natural adulteress, but the adult woman does not sell her body, so Unusual... Are you a fool at the Supervisor and the Superintendent?"
The woman did not say anything more, because she knew that Ding Ning said that every sentence is a fact.
Including that sentence she is too beautiful.
The beauty of most women comes from the makeup and charm. Most of them have special parts, or have unique temperament. Even some women’s facial features are not good to look at separately, but they are different. A pleasing feeling.
But the woman who stood quietly in the cold wine shop at the moment was not beautiful.
Her facial features, posture and posture, whether looking at a certain part alone or all, are extremely beautiful.
Her age is not too small, but even more terrible is just between the green and the mature, this is the two charms, even if she is in the eyes of the moment, the expression is too cold, just wearing The most common plain color linen, giving people a feeling, is too beautiful.
The ordinary linen was worn on her body, and it was like the most beautiful and most expensive clothes in the world.
Anyone who sees this woman will believe that the kind of beauty that is recorded in the book, the colorless face of the city is there.
She stood there so cold and cold, wearing the most ordinary clothes, but every part of the body seemed to be shining, and it was able to provoke the strings of the heart.
Her face is very unusual, and her conversation with Ding Ning is also very unusual.
Because of the supervising volume of the gods, her name is called Chang Sunshue, and her identity is Ding Ning's little sister. However, there is no such a small shackle and a nephew who is dependent on each other. There will be such a confrontational atmosphere.
The wine shop was quiet and cold.
Ding Ning's face gradually disappeared. He began to recall the five small courtyards surrounded by Zhao Tian's small courtyard. He thought of a small courtyard that turned into countless pieces in a moment. His clear eyes began to fill up with many complicated meanings.
"Zhao Wei is dead, and the night is cold," he said softly.
For a long time of silence, no woman who was not beautiful was slightly frowning, and asked indifferently: "Is it a cold hand?"
Ding Ning guessed the woman's mind and seriously said: "It is she who is alone. It is only the five members of the Supervisor who are presenting in the field to make Zhao Wei's vitality pour into the sky, and the night policy is still hurt. ""

She was hurt?
The long-haired Sunshine brows slightly.
"I can't see the injury, but it is definitely hurt." Ding Ning looked at her eyes and said: "Night policy was born in Tianyi Jiange, majoring in the water god, in such a rainstorm, she is more than usual. It is much stronger, so although she killed Zhao Wei alone, since it was injured, it only shows that her cultivation is actually similar to that of Zhao Wei."
The long-term Sun Xuexu thought for a moment, "That is the seven products."
The tone of her conversation with Ding Ning at this time has been very calm, just like a usual chat, but if the previous officials of the superintendent can hear it, it will definitely be shocking to the point of unimaginable.
Although there were dozens of practitioners in the lane all over the place today, several of them were even spurted by a venting anger. They couldn’t stand up and looked very desolate. On weekdays, any of the swordsmen can easily sweep more than ten such streets in the semi-column time.
Only those who have talents, encounters, and unique physique can enter the ranks of practitioners.
The practice of the word is an unpredictable existence for ordinary people. The practitioners who can practice above the six realms are destined to leave a strong stroke in the history books of later generations.
Especially the characters like the gods of the night, the birth and cultivation of the exercises, all of which are mysterious to the extreme, even the worship of the Supervisor is not necessarily clear, but for these two people, it seems that it is not a secret !
And if the old man and the elegant young man on the turret can hear the dialogue at this time, their hearts will be even more shocked.
They are one of the best-eyed people in the city, but if they can hear such a dialogue, they will find that they are better at seeing them.
The wind blows into the wine shop and blows up the long hair of the long-term grandson.
The woman, who had no beauty at all, casually gathered up the scattered hair, and carefully and with a commanding tone: "You wash it, then go to bed and wait for me, I will close the door."
Even Ding Ning was obviously staying, and then he bitterly said: "Now... is this too early?"
The long-term Sunshose snow glanced at him and turned indifferently: "Maybe the coldness of this heavy rain is a bit too heavy, and my real yuan is somewhat unstable."
Ding Ning’s face was relaxed and dignified:
This is a very important thing.