Revenge, but where does this revenge start? To practice martial arts, where would you go to become a disciple? Touching the banknote on his waist, it was the last thing left by Uncle Liu. Xie Le was upset because he couldn't get the answer.
Xie Le walked to the desk and sat down, polished the ink, tore off a page of rice paper, dipped the wolf hair in the ink, and with a stroke of luck, the pen went like a charm.
Xie Le has never studied calligraphy, but he has been writing prescriptions for many years, and his handwriting is free and vigorous. Although he is not as good as an expert, it is not bad at all.
There is no fixed content in writing ancient books, poems, prescriptions, and names of places and celebrities. He just writes whatever comes to mind. Xie Le wants to use this method to calm down his irritable mood.
Do you want to tell her about Liu Yucheng's life experience? The speed of writing gradually slowed down. What thoughts and feelings did Uncle Qi have at that time?
Xie Le opened his eyes, and the sunlight streaming into the room from the window stung his eyes a little.
I straightened my back and stretched my muscles. A thin quilt slipped off the bed and hung on the chair. Xie Le felt warm in his heart. It seemed that Liu Yucheng had approved it for him who fell asleep at some point last night.
Putting the quilt away, Xie Le came to the window and looked at the wide river. He could already hear some noise from the streets. The Dragon King Festival was approaching for another day.
Last night, Xie Le couldn't find an answer. The scene in front of his eyes slowly changed, from clear to hazy, and then from hazy to clear again.
Xie Le saw it clearly.
Uncle Qi was still sitting on the familiar short bench leaning against the wall, looking into the distance with a smile on his face. Sensing Xie Le's presence, he turned slightly and smiled at Xie Le, then moved to the side to signal Xie Le to sit down.
Xie Le's body became smaller and smaller as he walked towards Uncle Qi. When he sat next to Uncle Qi, he was already back to when he was six or seven years old.
Uncle Qi was still looking into the distance with a smile, and rubbed Xie Le's head with one hand. Xie Le looked up at Uncle Qi. In the past, he didn't understand how much pain and doubt the raised corners of Uncle Qi's mouth bore.
Now that he had escaped with Liu Yucheng, he also learned a lot about the past from Uncle Liu, and he seemed to be gradually able to understand the mood that Uncle Qi had been carrying these years.
Xie Le and Qi Shu sat quietly together and looked into the distance without saying anything, but Xie Le had many answers to his questions in his heart.
Liu Yucheng was not resting yet. The breeze blew across the river and Xie Le's face. Xie Le was more energetic than when he first woke up.
After opening the door, Xie Le called to the maid who was not far away and gave instructions. The maid nodded and retreated. Xie Le closed the door gently.
After a while, there was a slight knock on the door. Xie Le opened the door, and several enchanting maids presented the dishes they ordered before retreating out.
The last maid closed the door and said softly before retreating: "Master, the hot water is ready for you, we will leave now."
Xie Le couldn't help but admire the service efficiency, and increasingly felt that although the expense was not small, it was also very cost-effective. It even made Xie Le feel that if possible, it would be a kind of enjoyment to live here for a lifetime.
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The two of them washed up and had breakfast. Not long after, the maid from the inn came to clear the table.
Xie Le stood up, looked at Liu Yucheng standing beside the bed, and asked:
"It's been a while since we've been here. The festival is about to be held. The city is very lively. Do you want to go out for a walk?"
Liu Yucheng was half leaning against the window, looking at the Sujiang River. When he heard what Xie Le said, his beautiful eyes were like stars. He turned to look at Xie Le, a smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth, as if he would agree in the next moment.
Xie Le felt much more relaxed when he saw Liu Yucheng like this. Liu Yucheng had not shown such an expression for a long time since he left Yunbian City.
"Next time, I don't want to go today."
Liu Yucheng seemed to remember something, and his eyes dimmed instantly. He turned around and looked at Sujiang again.
The Sujiang River flows slowly eastward along the river. The surface of the river is calm. Only ripples occasionally rise from the bottom of the river, spread on the surface of the river, and disappear.
"Well, okay. Then you can have a good rest in the room. If you need anything, just call the maids. I have to go out for a while and I'll be back soon."
Seeing Liu Yucheng closing the window, he sat down at the Eight Immortals table and nodded. Xie Le closed the door.
Today, there is no movement in the Tianzi Room 1 opposite. Xie Le guesses that the person is not awake yet. Although he has only been in contact with him for one night, Xie Le can already roughly know that he is the kind of person who will wake up as soon as he wakes up. A person who spends extravagantly to show off his worth. This can be easily seen from yesterday's scene.
Xie Le came downstairs. There was no one coming to eat in the inn yet. There were only seven or eight waiters cleaning the inn.
Walking out of Fengjiang Tower, many vendors had already set up stalls on the street. They sold a wide variety of items, but the main products could be seen at a glance as being items related to sacrifices.
Wandering on the street, there were gradually more and more pedestrians. I originally wanted to take Liu Yucheng out for a walk today and buy her some new clothes, but it seemed that she was still in a dull mood and had not completely gotten rid of it.
Thinking of this, Xie Le shook his head unconsciously, sighed softly, regrouped his energy, became familiar with the terrain and streets of Sujiang City, and prepared for the day of the sacrifice.
After the festival, where to go?
Xie Le, who gradually became familiar with the roads and walked in the streets and alleys, couldn't help but pause when he thought of this. Looking at the pleasant tourists coming and going, Xie Le felt that he was out of tune with them.
That’s it for today. I’m almost familiar with the streets within the festival area. Let’s go back.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Xie? Are you here to see the excitement of the Dragon King Festival? Why do you look so sad?"
Can you actually meet an acquaintance? This is not a good thing, after all, he is still on the run. Xie Le was startled, came back from his thoughts, and looked up at the source of the sound.
"Gouba?"
Xie Le looked at the dark figure in front of him and wondered.
The man walked up to Xie Le, raised his hands, turned around in a circle, and said with a smile: "What, it's not me? Mr. Xie is really forgetful, hahaha."
"Just kidding, I was thinking about something just now. Are you here on the Dragon King Festival to do business?"
"Isn't that right? It's a lively place here and you can sell a lot of things. Now I'm taking advantage of the fact that the festival hasn't officially started yet, so I'm going to wander around for a while."
"Oh, that's how it is......."
The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words, and Xie Le found an excuse to leave. Now he was in no mood to spend time reminiscing about old times.
Gou Ba watched Xie Le's back disappear into the crowd, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, and turned to leave.
Back at Sujiang Tower, it was already dinner time, and there were many people sitting in the hall who came to eat. Xie Le called the waiter, brought a dish guide, and ordered some of Liu Yucheng's favorite dishes: "Send them to room No. 2, Tianzi."
"Okay, sir, don't worry, I will arrange it to your satisfaction." When the waiter heard that he was sent to the Tianzi Room, his attitude was much better than when he brought Xie Le food stickers. Although the treatment at Fengjiang Tower was originally The way of being a guest is not bad.
Xie Le couldn't help but admire these people's face-changing skills after watching it a few times.
Climbing up the steps, he came to the door and looked back at the Tianzi Room 1 opposite. Sure enough, a large number of maids were lined up in front of the door. The scene just like yesterday came into Xie Le's eyes again. As if because it confirmed Xie Le's own conjecture, the corners of his mouth raised and he smiled slightly.
Pushing open the door, a gust of wind blew in from the window. Xie Le squinted and quickly closed the door: "I didn't expect the wind to be so strong at noon on the riverside."
After closing the door, the wind stopped, and when I turned around, Liu Yucheng was not found in the main room.
"Are you going to rest again?" Xie Le muttered quietly.
Walking to the desk and looking at the rice paper he had written on last night scattered on the floor, Xie Le once again lamented the strong wind in his heart, bent down to pick it up, and sat down at the desk.
After a while, the maids brought the food and respectfully left the room. Xie Le stood up and walked towards the screen, intending to wake Liu Yucheng up.
Across the screen, Liu Yucheng was still nowhere to be seen. Xie Le was a little panicked, and hurriedly crossed the room and came to the bathroom door. He put his hand on the door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.
There was still no one. Now Xie Le was completely panicked. He opened the door and called the maid in front of the room: "After I go out today! Is anyone else going in and out of this room?"
"I think so, no." The maid thought.
"Did you hear anything in the room? Is there any noise?"
"Guest, please calm down! What happened?" the maid exclaimed and backed away quickly.
Xie Le came back to his senses and saw that he was holding on to the opponent's wrist. He was stunned for a moment and let go.
"Sorry, I'm rude." Xie Le's eyes were blank, and his body stood there as if it was nailed.
The farce was so loud that the fat man in Room No. 1 opposite him and the many maids in front of his room stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Seeing Xie Le's helpless look, the maid continued to ask: "Sir, don't worry, the sound insulation effect of our room is one-to-one."
"Do you need any help? Did you lose something? Don't worry."
"During our stay at Fengjiang Tower, any items that were lost in the store due to our poor supervision will be compensated by us after verification. Do you need to call the government for you?"
"No, thank you." The maid's voice made Xie Le even more irritated, and he comforted himself, maybe Liu Yucheng went out alone?
Regardless of the surprised expressions of those behind him, he turned around and returned to the room. Xie Le sat at the Eight Immortals table, looking at the food on the table with empty eyes.
Want to go out and look for it? Where to find it? What if you miss it in a while? Wait and see.
As the sky grew dark, Xie Le sat at the Eight Immortals table, but Liu Yucheng did not come back.
It was not the first time that I got up and searched the house for possible clues, but I never found anything.
A wisp of breeze slipped into the room through the window and brushed Xie Le's eyebrows, making him sober up. Just now, Xie Le thought about going out to look for it, but now he thought about it, wandering around like a headless fly wouldn't bring much use.
From where Xie Le is standing now, he can see the golden Sujiang River through the window. After sorting out my thoughts, before I went out today, Liu Yucheng looked across the river from the window and found nothing unusual.
Thinking back again, the windows, the river, the wind, the scattered rice paper, before going out and when you came back, what did you ignore?
Before and after going out, the river, the windows, the wind...
Windows, wind, rice paper!
The bad feeling in Xie Le's heart became stronger and stronger. When I went out today, Liu Yucheng was already sitting at the Eight Immortals table and the window was closed.
When I came back, the wind coming in from the window blew the rice paper all over the floor.
Walking towards the window, the afterglow reflected from the river made Xie Le unable to open his eyes. He slightly blocked his eyes with his hands and drooped his eyes.
Fengjiang Tower is impeccable in terms of hygiene. Whether it is the places that are visible at a glance or some blind spots that are easily overlooked, they are meticulously cleaned.
Some inconspicuous traces left by the years on the window sill can only be seen under the interplay of light and shadow.
Xie Le's breathing became more and more rapid. He placed one hand on the slightly invisible splatter-like stain on the wooden window sill, and a faint feeling of moisture slowly passed through his fingers.
