Life in Mudan Town is no different from most mortal lives. It is dull and quiet, and time does not pass quickly or slowly. This is especially true for Lin Xiaolu. Occasionally, he will get tipsy after drinking, and an unknown amount of time will pass by. sky.
Yingge, a brothel girl, received a considerable amount of compensation for her, left Furongfang, and took care of her bedridden mother with peace of mind.
Lin Xiaolu had no intention of treating Yingge's mother, because Yingge's mother was not so much ill as it was the root cause of the illness caused by overwork and overwork when she was young. It is true that the time has come, so even if the disease is cured, he will not live long.
Lin Xiaolu thought. Yingge can stay with the old man in her last days and make her happy, which is a kind of sober filial piety in itself.
He has a very thorough understanding of life and death.
Today is New Year's Eve, and there is little business in the tavern. Most of the guests are eating dumplings with their families at home. Fortunately, Lin Xiaolu has made a new acquaintance with the little girl, who is now making dumplings under his guidance.
"Send the dumplings I made to Yingge and her mother later, and we can eat the dumplings you made."
"Ah~ No, shopkeeper Xiao Lin, the dumplings I made are so ugly."
Under the orange candlelight, Ling Wei, whose hands and face were full of flour, looked at the dumplings made by Lin Xiaolu with tears in her eyes, then looked at the crooked melons and cracked dates she made, and finally looked at the rocking chair lying on the table pleadingly. Lin Xiaolu.
"Can I just eat a bowl of dumplings made by you? No more." She begged pitifully.
Lin Xiaolu, who was flipping through the brochure, laughed and scolded: "Look, how fat have you become in the past two days and you still eat? Tomorrow you take me to Beiyao Sect, and then your Jiedan Niang will see you become so fat." Why don’t you scold me to death?”
"Nonsense, I'm not fat at all, okay?" the girl said angrily, "Is this called baby fat?"
"Ah, yes, yes, a sixteen-year-old baby, fat."
Ling Wei:......(◦`~´◦)
In the empty tavern lobby, the stove was crackling and burning, exuding bursts of warmth. Lin Xiaolu was lying comfortably on the rocking chair, drinking and reading a book. The girl was working hard to wrap dumplings while continuing to ask:
"Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, we are leaving Peony Town tomorrow. Do you want to say goodbye to sister Yingge? And what should we do with your tavern? Do you want it or not?"
Lin Xiaolu, who had just drank a sip of wine, smiled, took out a tightly wrapped envelope from his arms, and threw it on the chopping board where Ling Wei was making dumplings.
"Give this letter to Yingge as well."
Ling Wei picked up the envelope with two flour-covered fingers, picked it up and took a curious look:
"What is this? A love letter?"
Lin Xiaolu:......
"That's a farewell letter." Lin Xiaolu on the rocking chair corrected helplessly:
"There is also the title deed of the tavern, the trade certificate issued by the government, including the brewing technology. I have written it all in it."
"Ah? You want to give your Linzhongju to sister Yingge?" Ling Wei's face was full of shock, and after the shock, she immediately put on a funny smirk:
"You gave her so many things, but Shopkeeper Xiaolin still said you weren't interested in her."
Lin Xiaolu rolled his eyes and said to this idiot who fantasizes about falling in love all day long:
"It's time to leave. There's no point in keeping the shop. The mayor of Mudan Town and the county magistrate of the county are pretty good and good officials. I already talked to the mayor in the afternoon. From now on, Yingge will run the tavern here. Ten percent more taxes will be collected and used to do good deeds in Peony Town, repair river embankments, strengthen schools and so on."
"Oh~" Ling Wei nodded in sudden realization after hearing this, and then became a little confused:
"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, why don't you give it to Sister Yingge yourself? Are you going to leave without going to see her?"
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu smiled, took a sip of wine, and said:
"I spent a year in Peony Town. Although the days were dull, the memories were pretty good... Since I want to leave, why do I need to see you? If you want to see me, it's better not to leave."
In the tavern, Ling Wei responded blankly, and then continued to roll out the dumpling wrappers while sighing melancholy:
"Hey, I'm envious of you people who have ink in your belly. You pretend to be so sober and refined. If I had known that I should have listened to my mother more and studied hard when I was a child."
"Pfft." Hearing this girl's emotion, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help laughing.
On the night of New Year's Eve, Lin Xiaolu and Ling Wei, a new acquaintance, had a meal of dumplings together. Then at midnight, they set off firecrackers on the occasion of the New Year, and had a poor but warm New Year.
On the second day, the morning of the first day of the lunar new year, Lin Xiaolu fed the lark raised by the owner of Buzhuang across the street for the last time, and then followed Ling Wei and her four junior disciples to leave the place where he had lived for a whole life. A small town for many years.
Regarding his departure, he told no one except Yingge, and he didn't bring much luggage. He only had a flat blue and white wine flask, a booklet, and a pen, and nothing else. It was the same as when I first came to Peony Town, with empty hands and a breeze in my sleeves.
Maybe he brought it with him, the buffer and precipitation of the ordinary life after leaving Wangchuan for a year.
The snow has stopped, and the houses and streets in the town are covered in white snow. Just as the sun is rising, the sun shines on the crystal clear snow, shining with a unique light when winter snow meets the scorching sun.
The young man in bright clothes and angry horse finally left, but what the young man didn't know was that not long after he left, there was a former brothel girl, holding a letter, running through the white snow, and finally stopped at the entrance of the town, crazy. Chi stood, facing the scorching sun that had just risen over the snow, sobbing.
The boy wrote a lot in the letter he left to the woman in the brothel, mainly thanking the woman for her company over the past year. The last sentence in the letter read like this: - With a light at dusk, I said good night to the setting sun.
So far, the boy has never returned to that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and has never seen the brothel woman again. However, many years later, the boy accidentally recalled it when chatting with his friends. He said that he was very grateful to the brothel woman. Woman, because she helped herself when she lost her past, didn't know the future, and was only confused in the present.
As for the specific story that happened, he didn't say much, maybe he had forgotten it. After all, for that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, his appearance was only fleeting.
And the fact is indeed the case. Within a few years, he was completely forgotten by the residents of the town. No one remembered that there was a philanthropic and handsome shopkeeper Xiaolin who lived here, but the tavern that brewed unique wine remained the same. The shop is open and business is booming, and the proprietress, who was once a brothel girl, will always sit on the bench in front of the door every evening when there are few customers, looking at the golden setting sun outside the pub, and whisper:..." Good night."
