[Lu Xiaofeng] Sword God's Steward

The small town of Huairen is not far from Fengcheng, and it can be reached in half a day. Mo Mengke kept talking about going back to see the proprietress, but he couldn't get away. Now that everything is on track, he finally came back before New Year's Eve. When he arrived in this small town, he wanted to celebrate the New Year with the proprietress, as if he had come to this small town for the first time.

He didn't belong to this era, but he was extremely excited at the moment when he approached Hongfulou. The wanderer who left home returned home, what an indescribable excitement.

The restaurant is still the same, but the large hall in memory has become smaller, the new facade has become old, the staff are all newly recruited, the proprietress is in the back kitchen, and no one knows Mo Mengke.However, even if the proprietress was there, she might not necessarily recognize this young man in Yushu Linfeng as the waiter in the building back then.

The excited mood finally calmed down after sitting in the restaurant. "Being close to the hometown is more timid, and I dare not ask people." He probably feels a little bit like this now, he doesn't know how to speak, and he doesn't know whether the proprietress can deny him.

"My lord, what do you want to eat?" Xiao Er's voice interrupted Mo Mengke's train of thought.

"Well, let's have some signature dishes~ By the way, please call the proprietress, or the boss." Mo Mengke sorted out his emotions, and decided to cut the mess quickly.

"Okay. The boss isn't here today, and I'm going to buy some goods. I'll call the boss's wife here." Xiao Er got the order and went down neatly.

After a while, the proprietress came out from the back kitchen. She first said hello politely, but found that the young man in front of her looked very familiar, so she couldn't help asking, "Young master, I wonder if I have seen you before? You It looks very kind, but I can't remember it at the moment, where did I see it?"

"Ma'am, I'm Mengke~" Mo Mengke stood up with a smile and said, posing handsomely, "Xiao Mo, the money-grubbing ghost, do you still remember the little Mo who always takes the candy money with you?"

"Xiao Mo? You are Meng Ke!" The proprietress was stunned for a long time, and screamed in disbelief, "Are you Meng Ke? Oh my god, you are Meng Ke! I...I...you bastard! You run away Where did it go!"

Embarrassed, Mo Mengke wanted to avoid the hand of the proprietress who was pulling my ears, but she couldn't help but said that the proprietress was skilled and agile in business, so he could only laugh, "Madam proprietress, I am eighteen this year, so don't pull my ears like you did when you were a child." Bar!"

"What nonsense! Isn't eighteen the child I raised? There was no news in seven or eight years, and you ruined the good Chinese New Year that year! Do you know... do you know that those officials said you were raped? The weirdo took it away and ate it! Huh...mengke..." The proprietress said in a startled manner, and suddenly burst into tears.

She didn't have any children, and she was slandered by her neighbors. Although her dead ghost didn't care, she still lost her tongue.This child suddenly appeared one winter. She thought it was a child given to her by God. He was diligent and sensible, and he was smarter and smarter than other children. Disappeared.

This is like a dream. When I wake up, I suddenly find that I have owned it again.However, those little red padded jackets lying in the box actually told her that she once had a child.

"I'm sorry! Ma'am, I'm sorry!" Mo Mengke hugged the middle-aged woman. This person helped him when he was most helpless, but at that time he still had concerns about her, but it was something that he never had at that time. That's how love was born.

Humans are very strange creatures. When he was rescued by this couple in his own design, he didn't have much emotion. But after so many years, he found that it was not that he was grateful, but that those gratitude slowly faded with the passage of time. It slowly settled down and turned into a stronger feeling.

"Mother! Mother! Don't cry~" Mo Mengke's eyes were also moist, and he called out the word almost subconsciously. Yes, this is a kind of maternal love. What he felt was the most innocent in the world. emotion.

"Silly boy, what did you call me just now?" The proprietress was frightened, stopped crying, and asked eagerly, "Call me again! Meng Ke, what did you call me just now?"

"Mother! Dear mother! Don't cry, your son Mengke has come back to see you." Mo Mengke said with a smile, this sudden personality, he really looks like the boss's wife.

"Hey~ son, son~ be good!" The proprietress wiped her tears with satisfaction, and happily held Mo Mengke to look him up and down carefully, "Let me see, she has grown so big~ how handsome she is~"

The proprietress herself was satisfied after watching it, but she wished that everyone in the world knew that she had a son, and that the son was so old, "Ah Si Ah Wu, look, this is my son, Meng Ke! He is back! Everyone, look Look, this is my son, Meng Ke, how handsome he is!"

Mo Mengke's face was flushed with embarrassment, but she didn't shake off the proprietress's hand, but followed her from table to table, politely saying hello to the regular customers in the store.

"My mother and son are back today, and all the drinks are free! I am happy today." The proprietress swam around and said happily. She still wanted to continue to meet the neighbors, but was held back by Mo Mengke. I will visit again the next day.

At night, Mo Mengke lay on the bed when he was a child, rubbed the quilt that had basked in the warm winter sun, and closed his eyes contentedly.

Mo Mengke returned to Huairen Town to celebrate the New Year, while Ximen Chuuxue, who was away from home, passed the first Spring Festival without anyone after the age of five.Lu Xiaofeng himself always went to Hua's house to celebrate the New Year, although he also invited him to go, Ximen Chuuxue still refused.

The winter in the south is not like the heavy snow in the north, but rainy and rainy. The coldness is the coldness that seeps into the bones through the rain. , the sky was gloomy and low, making it suffocating. The streets were full of hurried passers-by rushing home to eat the New Year's Eve, while Ximen Chuuxue walked alone in the lonely alley with a sword, slowly Go slow.

The myth of the boy in white seems not long ago, but it seems that it has been a long time. Ximen Chuuxue finally walked to the high mountain outside the city. There are thousands of lights in the city of Hangzhou, but the mountain is completely dark and silent.

"Bang bang..." In the ink-like night, the fireworks are in full bloom, and they are extremely gorgeous in an instant, bursting out with dazzling brilliance. New Year's Eve is over and the new year is coming.

Ximen Chuuxue stood quietly on the mountain and looked into the distance, no emotion could be seen on his cold face.It's just that the sword in his hand was gripped a little tighter.

People always like to think about it from a high place. It seems that only by standing higher can we see farther.Perhaps, a person as cold as Ximen also has concerns.

The author has something to say: Today is the author who over-fills his brain:

Why did Mengke say "Madam Boss, I'm Mengke", but the line automatically filled in his mind was the Shaanxi dialect version of a man's voice, "Madam Boss, I'm Cuihua~"

Puff——Didi Didi——My blood tank is empty——[Why don't you just forget about it at night~~]