The endless fallen trees are rustling down, and endless lovesickness is rolling.

After all these years, the afterglow of the Lantern Festival is still staged year by year among the flowers all over the city. After the Lantern Festival every year, Wu Yonglin will stop on the ancient city wall for a while, looking at the travelers coming and going, hoping to find the familiar shadow among the crowd. More hope will only bring more disappointment. It was not until the setting sun sets west that Wu Yonglin walked down the city wall in a daze, adding more loneliness and loneliness to his heart. Whenever that hope is ignited again, it will take several months later, but at this time of year he will definitely appear in this place and look into the distance blankly, making hope--disappointment repeat and repeat.

This year's age seems not very good. There are many people from outside the country who are not covered in clothes, are skinny and scattered, and many of them are hungry and their eyes are green, as if they have signs of eating their children. However, because occasionally some gentle families will give porridge and steamed buns at meal times, these people still have a glimmer of hope of survival. At least there is no tragic incident in the city that changes their children to eat, but they are still hungry. Some weak people can never wake up after falling asleep late at night.

Every time he came down from the city tower, Wu Yonglin would meet a very special and familiar beggar in a fixed position beside the city wall. He neither begged on his own initiative nor despised the dirty steamed buns left by others. After his bright eyes looked at Wu Yonglin, he inadvertently said to himself: "I miss you every day but don't see you. I just hope that you will be like me and will not let down my lovesickness."

"She hasn't come yet. Maybe she has forgotten, maybe she has already gotten married, and hopes that she is a good family. Having someone who treats her sincerely will make me less concerned." Wu Yonglin and Nannan said to herself, and there was more disappointment in her words.

"You have at least one concern in your heart. I have different paths from Yiren and I have never met in this life. At this moment, at least you are happier than me."

Hearing this warm words, Wu Yonglin looked at me gratefully, and perhaps more sympathizing with his experience, so he threw a few copper plates in his broken bowl. Although the money was not much, maybe it was enough for a meal, it was better to give someone fish than to give him fish. When he left, he silently threw a sentence: "If you can't live one day, remember to find Xifenglou to come to me. I don't mind more of you, you don't care about adding more bowls and chopsticks. I hope to have a drink with me. If you feel embarrassed to eat and drink for nothing, just come to my place to help me run errands. I am short of a hard worker now."

The beggar doesn't seem to be so tempting about such an attractive treatment. Everyone has their own bargaining chips in their hearts. Perhaps, only by solving the old thing that has been entangled in his heart for many years can he go to Xifenglou with peace of mind, at least he cannot bring trouble to his friend who is not a formal friend. He just looked silently at the direction of leaving the city, hoping that this old thing will come soon and put an end to all the past.

At this time, a little beggar came over next to him. Seeing the copper plates in the big beggar's bowl, he was stunned for a while and thought silently: This strange guy can actually get copper plates. Every time I ask for food, I share it with him. I wonder if he will share the blessing this time.

This little beggar fled from the south a few months ago. He encountered a flood in his hometown that was rare for decades. In just a few days, it was thousands of miles away from Xiangze. The house in his family had already been submerged in the rolling flood. He was lucky. With a ox spirit, he climbed up a forked branch and was rescued by the soldiers who rushed over. The relatives at home had been disconnected, and perhaps there was no more time to meet each other. After months of wandering and hungry days, he wandered here with everyone and became a hungry and full little beggar. Occasionally, he could drink a bowl of porridge and eat a hot steamed bun. It made him feel that it was a very happy thing. This place is not a home, but it made him feel a real warmth of home.

The big beggar stared at him and said something that made the little beggar excited: "Go and buy half a roast *** We will also play a tooth-beater tonight. We haven't seen any meat for a long time. I miss it a little - the roast chicken with half of the roast goose legs."

The little beggar happily picked up a few precious copper plates from the broken bowl and left like a flying one, leaving the big beggar silently: I saw this little bastard dare to take a bite and insisted on breaking one of his calfs. Only at this time of year can he taste the delicious and familiar taste of half of the roast goose legs again. He was already grateful to him, a friend who had such a good taste - thanks to the omnipotent Buddha, thanks to Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering, thanks...

Just as the big beggar looked at the direction where the little beggar disappeared, a caravan slowly came in outside the city gate. A caravan was standing in the front, with a dusty face, a pair of horoscopes with a pair of uneven eyes looking at the beggars scattered around the corner of the city. Looking at the beggars who had already hungry green eyes, unconsciously tightened the sword on their waists, and the horse's hooves were crying. He was the leader of the guard in charge of the safety of the caravan. The surname was Zhou Dan and Yixun, and more than ten people were dressed in his hands. He was already exhausted. When he saw this city gate, the haze was like a flood that had been drained from the gate had been swept away. He thought that he would no longer have to worry about it tonight, no longer sleep in the wind and sleep in the open air, and could warmly wash away the fatigue for many days. Everyone's face was filled with warm happiness.

Zhou Xun also saw the big beggar. Their eyes met inadvertently. When Zhou Xun saw him, a hint of coldness appeared in his heart: Why is this so similar to the difficult woman I met on the road? Are they from the same group? Did they also follow here? But when he saw the big beggar staring at a little beggar smilingly holding half of the roast chicken with a packed chicken flowing out of his mouth, his tense mood gradually calmed down. Maybe I was wrong.

When he watched his subordinates work hard to take care of the goods that were protected by thousands of miles, Zhou Xun felt that this was the real thing and finally came back. Although some brothers stayed somewhere on the road forever, compared to these living lives now, all the sacrifices are worth it.

"Don't you see the Yellow River water coming from the sky, flowing here and never returning." The bartender in a restaurant shouted hard, regardless of the awkwardness of the poem. Anyway, he knew that these passers-by were all rough people, and they could not taste the various things here, and could show their own knowledge. Occasionally, some passers-by looked at him with contempt, and he would not care at all. As long as more than a dozen customers could enter the store to eat, his monthly monthly money would be a little more. Think about the extra monthly money at the end of the month, and think about Ahua who had not passed yet, a kind of happiness arose.

When he saw Zhou Xun's caravan with more than ten people slowly coming to Xifeng Tower, bartender A San knew that today's task could be completed. This team of people was a regular visitor here, but he counted the number of people and felt that there were fewer people. It was hard for him to say it out. Manager Wu had already proposed taboos as bartenders to them. He could not ask questions, could not covet the guests' property, could not recommend things that guests did not like, and had to give spring care like relatives. If the guests did not need anything, they should not refuse immediately. They should try every means to satisfy them. If they really didn't have one, they would also give other discounts. Therefore, A San and others also learned how to bow to the guests. They did not feel embarrassed to be humbled. In the end, the silver they actually got was the motto they always adhered to.

When Zhou Xun entered the door, he looked at the big words "Flying Dragons and Phoenixes" on the carved wooden door plaque - Xifeng Tower. On the door couplets on both sides, there was a pair of Spring Festival couplets that suited the situation: the first couplet - the swallows carry mud, fly and dance, cut a picture of spring scenery on earth; the second couplet - the heroes are holding swords, coming and going alone, compose a song of independence in the world;

When Wu Yonglin smiled and clasped his fists to give Zhou Xun a spring-like smile, Zhou Xun had goose bumps. The martial arts practitioners could not stand the warmth of such men: "Hello Zhou, don't be safe. I must be exhausted after working hard outside these days. I immediately ordered the servants to prepare a soup pool, let you take a hot bath first, and then give you a table of good wine and dishes, so that you can feel at home."

If it were a charming and charming boss lady, who was always charming, would be fine. When a big man said these words, Zhou Xun knew that the boss lady here must have not come back yet, and there was a hint of praise in his contemptuous eyes: I didn't expect that this elegant shopkeeper Wu was still a lover.

This restaurant is not the best restaurant here, and the decoration is not so gilded and luxurious, and magnificent. It is more compact and unique. Each room is elegant and quiet, unique and unique. It is different from other restaurants. The two small rooms are piled up with solid bricks. Even if the next door is busy, there will be no impression of this place. Occasionally speaking, there will be no eavesdropping on private topics. In the more modern words of Manager Wu, we respect personal privacy and have the obligation to protect the privacy of customers. This is what Zhou Xun always praises. As for what modernity is and what privacy is, Wu Xun was confused when he first heard it. He was inexplicably staring at this weird person. Did the ancestor of Manager Wu, the dark-eyed and yellow-skinned Manager Wu, was the Semi? He traveled south and north to the coastal towns and heard some miserable Semi people saying some similar strange words.

Today, Zhou Xun is still in the "warm village" they often come to. When you enter the door, you will find a pot of flowers that suit the scenery: green and beautiful sword leaves are layered on both sides, and a stubborn stem and leaf in the middle is raising the gorgeous flower buds, like Lingbo Fairies full of smiles, warmly welcome the guests and giving infinite warmth and comfort. Yes, this boss Wu is delicate, making people feel like a villain when they first meet. After meeting twice, you will feel that this person is hidden and has other plans. After meeting many times, you will find that you are completely infected by everything about him. This person will do everything to the extreme, which really corresponds to his words----It's right to come to our restaurant to play the top, and we will give you the supreme enjoyment.

There was already a table of food on the wine table: aromatherapy camphor duck, pearl fish fillet, private secret Dongpo elbow, fruit and agate desserts, vegetables all seasons..., coupled with the fragrant bottle of Xifenglou's special Fenglaichun, these travelers who were running around had already been looking at it, swallowing their saliva many times. Although they had already sharpened their knives, because Manager Wu was still whispering to Zhou Xun, everyone could only look at the table of fine wine and delicacies. In fact, they had already greeted Manager Wu's ancestors for many generations.

When Wu Yonglin walked out of the private room awkwardly, the people roared and cheered, watching the people swallowing and constantly quarreling about the belongings of the duck legs, Wu Yonglin laughed silently: How long has it been since these people eaten meat? At first glance, they thought they had just come out of the prison. In order not to let outsiders see the ugly behavior of these people, Wu Yonglin silently helped them cover the door when he walked out of the private room.

Looking at the guests coming and going, Wu Yonglin silently poured a glass of Feng Laichun on the counter, looked at the empty table by the window, and sipped a sip of wine. The woman was not there, and the strong fragrance could not lock in the longing in her heart, and she could only brew stronger and stronger. Remembering everything in the past, Wu Yonglin showed a bitter smile. Maybe, should I do something more for this world? I will live up to this lost and regained skin.

Wu Yonglin went to the kitchen to see a dish with a wide variety of fruits and vegetables, and the meat was arranged in an orderly manner, messy and not messy, and he looked at everyone with praise. The waiter and chefs were busy, and from time to time, they heard: "Sweet and sour West Lake fish are out of the pot, and they are delivered to the warm village house upstairs." "Wenjin tofu brain is ready, and they are delivered to the guests outside." These dishes are the signature dishes of restaurants this season, with fat fresh fish and fragrant tofu. The guests who came today basically ordered these two dishes, and the ingredients were a bit stretched. Wu Yonglin hurriedly called Ah San over and asked Mrs. Song to send some more tofu. The price could be increased appropriately, which is a comfort to the widow's hard work.

"Today doesn't seem to be a special day, why do you seem to have agreed to it, and you all try your best to get in." By the time the meal was over, the restaurant was already crowded and bustling. Two groups of people even fought for an empty table. A burly man threw a knife on the table. A pair of tiger eyes stared at each other fiercely and said casually: "I think who dares to sit in my uncle Hu's position, and the rats who don't make any moves do not ask about the reputation of the three tigers of Liaodong. I don't want to live anymore." Seeing the other party showing weakness, the three brothers Hu Feihu sat down one after another, and shouted: "Waiter, serve the uncle with good wine and good food, so that I can feel comfortable and give it a good reward." At the same time, he threw a few ingots of snowflakes on the table, making a "bang bang bang" sound. The wealthy posture had already covered the momentum of the people next to him.

Seeing all this, Wu Yonglin shook his head helplessly. He remembered that in the school, a person who lived in the school brought his tokens from each other to symbolically mark it: This old man had to give it a symbolic mark. If he threw a kitchen knife on the table like this majestic uncle Hu, he probably wouldn't have the courage to step into the domineering school.

Wu Yonglin lowered his small body to Hu Feihu and hurriedly agreed: "Hail, Erbao, go quickly and give the guests the 20-year-old Feng Laichun we have stored in. First, give some side dishes to the masters, moisten the throat and cushion the belly, don't neglect the heroes."

Erbao muttered as he walked: "Where did Feng Laichun come from twenty years? This restaurant seems to have only been open for more than three years. Could it be that the shopkeeper asked me to pick up the one that had been left for three months..."

Hu Feihu praised the manager knowingly: "It's still this person who has the ability to see him. When he comes to Liaodong, as long as he mentions my Feihu Village, everyone in the Green Forest can give him some thin face." Wu Yonglin greeted him and responded with his eyes that were attracted by the flames, which made people feel very disgusted.

But all the visitors were guests. After Wu Yonglin greeted these arrogant Green Forest heroes, he ate the turtle and was covered in dust and could not bear it and said, "Dear Master, don't be impatient. There is still a place upstairs, so you can climb up to see the prosperous scenery of the city. If you don't sting, please follow me to the upstairs room."

Although several people were not ashamed of the character of this shopkeeper Wu, they were so versatile that he was versatile and was surrounded by their side, and had already thrown away the grievances of the grievances. It turned out that we were also masters, and the shopkeeper had a good vision and had some knowledge. When he heard Boss Wu say that he gave him some side dishes, everyone was already dancing. Looking at the streets downstairs, his graceful figure of flowing water and satin, he was already so happy that he couldn't stop talking.

Today's business is very good. One person is used as two people. Wu Yonglin also occasionally makes a guest appearance. He is so tired that he sweats profusely. At meal time, he is hungry and his chest is pressed against his back. After greeting the last table of guests, Wu Yonglin let out a long sigh: "Does these people appreciate my cooking skills or my eloquence? They are so happy that they can't stop. Fortunately, we each get what we need. Tonight, we count the money and have cramps in our hands."
Chapter completed!