Content abstract: Near the end of the year, the tea shops in Cangzhou Prefecture are full of guests, so lively. The girl by the window on the second floor, wearing a green coat, is enjoying snacks and drinking hot tea. It's just that the men at the table around us are quarrelling very much. She is a little relieved because she has been in Cangzhou for almost a year. In public, when she hears people arguing, the topic is always inseparable from her son.
Childe, it seems that since this person is called "Childe", no one else can call him Childe. After drinking the last sip of hot tea, the girl took out some copper coins from her sleeve and was about to give them to the waiter when she heard someone say, "Changbao Inn was rented out the day before yesterday."
Highlights:
As usual, A Qing sent early summer back to Linjiang Pavilion. Halfway through, the wind suddenly blew on both sides of the path, like wild rats running wildly. He stopped and listened attentively. There seemed to be a tinkling sound in the distance. The teenager's expression suddenly became awe-inspiring. A cold wind swept by, and my back was cool in early summer. I couldn't help saying, "Ah Qing …" Ah Qing raised her index finger to signal her to be quiet.
The rustling is getting closer. A Qing stretched out his hand and pushed the early summer and whispered, "I'll go and have a look, and you can go back to Linjiang Pavilion." In early summer, I felt more and more nervous, but I dared not say more. I turned and sprinted to Linjiang Pavilion not far away. Ran out of a few steps, she looked back, but there was no figure of Ah Qing, and her heart became more and more panic. She almost cried when she thought of the sudden death of Mrs. Wang Yun and the two bodies in the lotus pond today.
I finally ran to Linjiang Pavilion, but I didn't see the maid who served in the past. In early summer, I stumbled into the hall, turned and closed the door, panting with my back against the door.
The light in the room was still on. She looked at her elongated shadow in the dark and suddenly felt something was wrong. Dark clouds covered the moon on the horizon, and even the shadows were slowly sinking ... In early summer, I held my breath and heard soft footsteps moving slowly-there were others in this room!