The streets were in chaos, but fortunately the man in Tsing Yi still conducted a targeted search and would not disturb the people very much.
If you can't help but ignore it, turn a blind eye, and listen but not hear, it will seem to be no different from the past.
When he reached the Dingsheng Building of the tea house, Yang Lin had an aunt's smile on his face.
He heard the sound of the erhu coming from inside, and a voice that sounded like the sounds of nature singing softly.
"The windows are full of green when spring comes, and the older girl is embroidering mandarin ducks under her window.
Suddenly, a burst of merciless sticks struck the two sides.
When summer comes, the willow silk grows, and the eldest girl wanders to the Yangtze River. The scenery south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River is beautiful..."
The little girl singing is young, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with two big black braids hanging down on her chest, bending into a beautiful arc.
Her eyes were flowing, and there was a hint of shyness on her face. When she sang, she sounded like she was acting coquettishly in front of her lover.
The tea guests' eyes were fixed on the little singing girl, and their breathing became extremely light, for fear of shocking her.
As for the gray-haired old man diagonally behind him playing the erhu, basically no one noticed.
The song floats and the erhu sobs.
Seeing Yang Lin push open the door and walk in, the singing girl's slightly confused eyes suddenly lit up, and a touching smile emerged from the corner of her mouth.
Apparently he recognized this regular customer who often came to support him and was generous with his rewards.
Yang Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying hello. He chose a seat and sat down, listening quietly.
Soon, Dr. Tea brought a pot of Yuqian Longjing, a plate of Tiaotou cake, a plate of cypress wrapped with green onion, and a plate of mung bean cake...
The more times he came, the teahouse also remembered his preferences.
This is where the little mushroom feels strange.
In the past few months, my young master has spent less and less time going to Hualou to drink, saying he dislikes the noise there.
On the contrary, he went to the teahouse and was very diligent.
A cup of fragrant tea and a taste of pastries can kill most of the day.
However, it’s not necessarily quiet in the teahouse.
When not singing, there will be storytellers here to tell some strange stories and gossip.
Everyone was discussing, red-faced and noisy.
Moreover, guests who come to drink tea and listen to music.
They are all uncles and uncles.
They belong to the kind of middle-aged and elderly people who have been running around for half their lives, have some spare money, and want to live a leisurely life. Young people are rarely seen.
The young master is particularly eye-catching when he comes here to relax.
'Could it be that she has taken a fancy to Sister Karen who sings songs? '
Xiao Mushroom took out the brocade handkerchief, wiped it carefully on the tables and chairs, made tea for his young master, and served cakes...
A pair of big black eyes stayed on Xianglian's big braid for a long time, then lowered his head and casually looked at his chest, feeling slightly depressed.
'That's definitely the case. The young master is still the same young master who loves beautiful scenery, delicious food and beauty.
As a qualified playboy, there is no other reason for coming to the teahouse except to see girls. '
If Yang Lin knew that his little maid had so much drama in her heart, she would definitely cry out for injustice.
He really didn't mean that.
Come to the teahouse to listen to some gossip and read stories, just to understand the news and old news of this era.
It won't make your eyes dark.
As for liking to listen to music and often giving it to her, it's not because Miss Xiang Lian is beautiful and delicious, but because the songs she sings can arouse my nostalgia.
The so-called popular songs of this era will become old classics that have passed through the baptism of time and will never fade in later generations.
What he had heard before was in another world, on an old gramophone.
That sweet tone of babble, babble, babble, is like a yellowed old photo...
Listening to the familiar tone, I miss my lost youth.
…
"Bang."
The door was pushed open forcefully, and the music suddenly stopped.
Two men in green clothes were standing at the door.
The leader, a tall, muscular middle-aged man with a sinewy face, walked in swaggeringly and shouted: "Let me see if the assassin is hiding..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes stopped on Xiang Lian.
He swallowed hard, rolled his eyes, slapped his bald forehead fiercely, and shouted: "Okay, you Dingshenglou, it turns out that you are harboring a fugitive accomplice, you really don't know how to write the word "death"?"
The tea house suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was stunned.
Isn't this nonsense?
Which fugitive would come to drink tea when he has nothing to do?
"You don't dare, Mr. Chang. There are all serious people here. How can there be any fugitives? You must have seen it wrong..." The shopkeeper ran up to the tall man with a trot, crawling and crawling, hiding something under his sleeves. A sling of copper coins was handed over with both hands.
"Fellow folks in my hometown, please show your respect."
This person is known to the shopkeeper and everyone who often comes to drink tea.
It's a poor family that lives at the end of Changning Street, doing nothing all day long, cheating, abducting and bullying good people.
Sometimes I would come to the teahouse to have a meal, which was very unpleasant.
Unexpectedly, he went too far this time and even slandered others and falsely accused them of being thieves.
"Humph, if you say no, then there is no, who is that?"
The tall and muscular man rolled his eyes, reached out and patted Shopkeeper Wang's hand away, and pointed at Xiang Lian, "I heard that when the assassin was injured and escaped, a woman helped him. I think this girl looks very much like her."
"Yes, it looks so similar. Take it back and interrogate it, and you will know where the assassin is hiding?"
A skinny man in green clothes next to him also joined in the conversation.
Karen's face turned pale and she stood there at a loss.
The old man playing the erhu behind her tremblingly stopped in front of her and bowed quickly, "Did I see it wrong? I must have seen it wrong. My Xiaolian didn't go anywhere..."
"absurd."
"I think there is an ulterior motive. Is there any royal law for taking people randomly?"
"If you can't find an assassin, you can just find someone to kill you. It doesn't make sense."
Most of the tea guests were as shocked as quails, bowing their heads and not daring to make a sound.
There were also a few who had righteous hearts and saw that the guy had ill intentions towards Karen, who was singing the song, and shouted angrily.
"Hey, I'm still getting excited. It's not up to you to decide whether I am an accomplice of the assassin or not. This is a business assigned by the patrolman. You dare to stop me? Be careful of getting a lawsuit."
After saying this, he kicked down the old man Chen who was playing the erhu, stretched out his hand to grab Xiang Lian, and dragged her out.
A pair of fierce eyes glanced around, but no one dared to stop him.
"Dad...it's not me, I didn't..."
Xiang Lian turned to look at her father who had fallen to the ground and couldn't get up. She burst into tears and was dragged towards the door involuntarily...
"Do you still have to endure it?"
Yang Lin stopped drinking tea a long time ago and reached out to grab the bench beside him.
"You can't bear it anymore. There's no need to bear it anymore." Little Mushroom stood on his head with slender eyebrows and bared his teeth fiercely.
After saying that, he added, "This is not causing trouble."
"Okay, one for each person."
Yang Lin pounced sideways, swung up the long bench in his hand, and slammed it down with a "woo" sound...
"Bang!"
It hit the tall, strong man on the side of his head.
"you……"
Chang Si rolled his eyes and looked sideways at Yang Lin. Blood gurgled from his head, and he turned over and fell down.
Looking at the other side, the little mushroom is faster.
The little girl made a mistake and touched the back of the skinny man in green clothes, pressing a teapot on the back of his head.
The skinny man lay on the ground without saying a word, motionless. He had obviously been knocked unconscious.
"good!"
"Well played."
There was a faint sound of color all around.
Some tea patrons gathered around him, but of course, more of the tea patrons shrank their eyes and quietly slipped out of the shop.
Miss Xianglian let out a cry and started crying again. She ran to the corner of the room and helped her father up...
After a while, his eyes became lively.
The shopkeeper of Deshenglou was stunned for a moment, then quickly called to the waiter and carried the two injured guys out of the door.
Immediately afterwards, he hurried back and bowed with a slightly pale face, "Master Yang, you'd better leave quickly. This is not a place to stay for a long time."
"Chang Si was not a big figure at first, so he just got beaten up if he was beaten. However, I heard that these days, he has become rich again and spends money lavishly. It is possible that he has found some kind of backer..."
"Master Yang..."
Seeing that Yang Lin's eyes were slightly straightened and he had no reaction to his words, the shopkeeper waved his hand in front of Yang Lin's eyes.
I thought to myself that this might be the first time that the third young master of the Yang family had opened someone else's gourd with his own hands and had seen blood for the first time.
No, he was so frightened that he froze.
However, it is precisely because of this that it is even more valuable.
He obviously doesn't know how to hit people and is timid, but he is more manly than everyone here.
When the road is rough, draw your sword to help.
Moreover, the maid next to him was also so straightforward and did not hesitate at all.
It is true that like a master, like a servant.
"It's okay, he's just a hooligan. Even if he relies on a noble person, he can only run errands.
My Yang family can handle this matter, but you, the shopkeeper, can handle this..."
Yang Lin came to his senses and waved his hand, not caring.
These days, he has almost learned about his family background and social status.
In the city of Hangzhou, the Yang family is considered a family of upper-class gentry. Not only does it have a huge medicinal business, but it also owns several medical clinics with countless lives.
In addition, Mr. Yang himself has superb medical skills and is known as a miracle doctor. He has many contacts with dignitaries in the city.
Not to mention his hands and eyes reaching the sky.
Ordinary things can still be solved easily.
The reason why he was dazed was neither because he saw blood nor because he was scared after hitting someone for the first time.
But just after they and Xiao Mushroom launched at the same time to defeat Chang Si and the skinny man, a burning sensation appeared in the left chest and heart.
There seemed to be a double image in front of his eyes.
[Performing martial arts reputation +5]
Martial Arts: None
Secret skills: none
Title: None
…
The green text flows past the eyes like a waterfall of light, like a phantom.
'The green birthmark on my chest...is that sign called Yan Wu Ling? '
'I remember that I bought the bronze plaque at Tianqiao for a total of 500 yuan. I thought it was some kind of antique. After I went to an antique shop for appraisal, I found out that it was a fake.
After arriving here, this brand must have followed, forming a birthmark on the chest. I thought it was a coincidence of patterns, but I didn't expect...'
'I have tried many methods these days, but none of them have found any use in checking birthmarks. It seems that no one was beaten and no blood was seen...'
After thinking about the meaning of martial arts reputation, Yang Lin felt a turmoil in his heart.
He thought he had traveled through time and space and returned to a certain period in history. It took him a long time to go from being unable to accept it to being content with the situation.
Finally, knowing that he could never go back, he accepted the reality and made peace with it as it came.
However, even with all the extra points in the game, is this still the real world?
In other words, he just struck too hard, hit the person too hard... his blood rushed to the top, his eyes were oppressed, and then he had hallucinations?
