When Xue Ling walked out of the kitchen with her face flushed, looking at the clear moonlight and stars outside, as well as the woman in green who was drinking on the roof, she couldn't help but stamp her feet: "Sister Ping!"
She only called Sister Ping two words, but all her anger and shame were contained in these two words.
Under the moonlight, He Ping raised her glass to toast Xue Ling from a distance, and at the same time smiled and said: "How do you like it, does it look good or not?"
The twenty-nine-year-old woman asked the seventeen-year-old Xue Ling under the moonlight.
Under the moonlight, her face is a graceful and blurred profile in the light and shadow, and the wine glass in her hand is rippling.
Somehow, Xue Ling nodded: "It looks good."
As soon as the word "good-looking" came out of her mouth, Xue Ling felt something was wrong and covered her mouth with both hands. For a moment, she didn't know why she made such a serious mistake as a matter of course.
At that moment, my face was really red and turned into an apple.
After all, how could such shameless words come out of her own mouth? Xue Ling wanted to tear her mouth apart.
But He Ping just looked at Xue Ling covering her face under the moonlight and smiled calmly: "It's enough to look good."
"Okay, it's time for you to go to bed."
"Although I might not be able to sleep for a while."
Xue Ling trotted away from He Ping's sight. He Ping looked at the girl's back in his eyes, shook his head with a smile, and then drank the cup.
Continue to sit down and drink alone while looking at the moon.
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When the fourth watch was sounded outside the inn, Fang Biercai walked out of the kitchen under the already setting moonlight and saw He Ping still drinking on the roof.
He Ping only brought a pot of wine and no appetizers, but she was able to drink from this small pot of wine from time to time.
He drank until he was done drinking before he came out.
If this is also a kind of skill, then He Ping's skill can be regarded as the pinnacle.
"Sister Ping, can't you drink less?" Fang Bie looked at the roof, raised his head and said helplessly.
"I didn't eat your rice." He Ping said lightly, while shaking the few wine bottles left in her hand.
This wine bottle could only hold a pound of wine at best, and what He Ping drank was not the strongest liquor, but distilled and filtered rice wine, which was much softer in the mouth.
"I can't drink anything bad, don't worry."
"After all, I prefer to be a fool who drinks wine under the moon rather than a fool who is in a daze under the moon."
Fang Bie sighed.
"Did you call Lin Xue in?"
He Ping shook her head naturally: "Maybe I just pointed the way?"
He Ping said it very innocently.
"Lin Xue is a good girl." Fang Bie said.
He Ping nodded: "I also know that Lin Xue is a good girl."
"But not every good girl should push me?" Fang Bie asked.
He Ping looked at Fang Bie, as if an old mother was looking at her son: "Are you seventeen?"
"Lin Xue is my partner, and the organization has regulations that partners cannot fall in love." Fang Bie said.
"The rules are the rules of the organization." He Ping said, "But all rules have exceptions."
Fang Bi nodded: "But I don't plan to like anyone for the time being."
"Why?" He Ping asked.
"Like means weakness." Fang Bie said with a smile: "I don't want to leave too many weaknesses in the world for the time being."
"I protect Lin Xue just because she may be more useful to me, but I will never let myself die just to let her live."
"And the so-called feelings are things that make people do stupid things."
"When I am strong enough, maybe I will try to like someone."
"But not now."
He Ping listened to Fang Bing's words and asked, "Aren't you strong enough now?"
Fang Bie nodded as expected: "Of course not strong enough. There are many people in this world who can kill me."
He Ping smiled: "Not much left."
Fang Don shook his head: "A lot."
"For you, I'm afraid there's only one person in the world who can kill you, and you'll feel better, right?" He Ping asked.
Fang Bie nodded: "Yes, one is enough, and now there are many, many more than one."
"Then how is your sword?" He Ping asked.
Fang Bie was silent for a moment: "Still practicing."
"Then I look forward to the day when you master it." He Ping said.
"You may be practicing the strongest sword in the world."
"I don't know if I'm strong enough." Fang Bie smiled: "But it really takes a long, long time to practice."
"It's getting late, I'm going to bed." Fang Bie said.
He walked towards his room, and when he reached the door of his penthouse, he turned back and looked up at the woman on the ridge: "Thank you."
"Shouldn't the life-saving grace be kept in the heart rather than talked about?" He Ping tilted her head and said with a smile.
The smile is gentle and sweet.
"I'm grateful to Sister Ping for keeping me awake until now." Fang Bie said quietly, smiled slightly, then walked into his room and closed the door at the same time.
He Ping shook her head helplessly, raised her hand and yawned, then poured the remaining wine in her hand into her mouth, and then jumped from the ridge of the roof into the yard.
Her shadow in the moonlight.
Straight and slender.
He Ping followed her shadow to her room.
He also walked calmly and straightly, stepping on his own shadow with every step, without the slightest deviation of his shadow.
There was no clue that she had been drinking all night on the roof under the moon.
Only the lonely moon shines on the empty court.
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When Xue Ling got up the next day, it seemed like nothing last night had happened.
As the cook of Xiaohun Inn, the girl has to get up early every day to process the ingredients, and then wait for Fang Bu to clean the store and open it. He Ping is responsible for settling the accounts.
This is a day in this little inn.
When nothing happens, Xiaohun Inn is a calm, small, clean inn that provides accommodation in ten rooms, provides breakfast, lunch and dinner, and also provides some simple takeaway services.
This is the normal appearance of Xiaohun Inn. People around have gradually become familiar with this inn, which has just been opened for less than half a year. They have begun to accept the dishes and tastes inside, and will also praise the young and nimble cook for making the dishes more and more delicious. .
Although as far as the business behind the scenes of Xiaohun Inn is concerned, the income from entertaining guests and staying in the hotel alone can make a profit of more than ten taels of silver a month.
But Xue Ling really felt that He Ping valued this income very much.
Even Fang Bie's daily cleaning of the waiting room is very serious, very diligent, and meticulous.
Sometimes Xue Ling would feel that Fang Bie was not a normal person at all. He seemed to be whipping himself forward with a whip all the time. He was self-disciplined, cold, and very serious and cautious.
Just like that, when the ninth day passed, Xue Ling woke up this morning and found a pair of gold gloves as thin as cicada wings and completely snow-white lying next to her pillow.
