Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"...Sister?" Zach's golden eyes widened slightly.

He pursed his lips vigilantly before making any sound.Concentrating on holding your breath, use your ears to observe the movements around you.

However, Sierra's strange look, it seems that no one broke into the house.This relieved him of his nervousness and made him a little confused.

"Sister, what do you... think?" Zach asked worriedly.

Silence fell between them again, Sera remained silent, her head bowed.Zach couldn't see her eyes, couldn't look directly into Sera's heart.

The window is not big, the afterglow outside is very good, and the golden light slantly shines on the window sill.Zhaka is bathed in the radiance, which is the last residual warmth of the day.

In the shadows, Sera stood silently.Her orange-red hair is like fire, like the morning sun, like the golden-red sunset outside the house.But at this moment, like her whole person, it was dim.

"Sorry, Zach." Sera breathed heavily, "I can't help it...we're not the same as before."

Zach was heartbroken, and he didn't know Sierra's mood.

"Sing it to you privately, okay? I can't sing any good songs with my voice. I'll learn what you want to hear, so you won't dislike me!"

Sera's breath trembled like fallen leaves, and something hooked the corner of her lips, pulling out a blunt arc.

"I know, sister." Zach understood everything.

Along the way, Zach continued: "I will come to you the day after tomorrow, you have to sing to me again. Hum it casually, your voice is suitable for light songs. Loud songs, we haven't heard of them yet. Way to listen."

He couldn't bear to see Sera tear open the wound in his heart inch by inch, the inside was not tender new flesh, but bloody potholes.

She needs some time to think, and Zach is annoyed at his abruptness and happy for him at the same time.

Because Sera just evaded and did not immediately veto the matter.

"Sister, I'll wait for you. I found longing in your eyes."

Before leaving, Zach left a last word.

Sierra was left alone in the room.She was leaning on the soft couch, repeatedly picking at the hem of her skirt with her fingers, and her eyes were dull, like a sculpture that had emptied its soul.

Is there really a longing?After more than ten years, she even began to doubt herself.

Zach may be right, she may have a good voice.Before she was kidnapped and separated from the green ants—now she should call him "Zack"—there was nothing she loved more than singing.

After being sold to a brothel, it was with this voice that she gained a foothold.

However, once she sang to the blue sky and freedom; now, like her body, she is marked with a price and can only speak to the guests who crawl on her body.

Serra clasped and twisted her fingers.She thought that at least some money had been saved, which was enough to redeem the deed of sale.

If she is short of money, Zach will do her best to help her with just one word.Of course, Sierra couldn't do this, and she bet more on Zac's hopes than herself.

For a moment, Sera seemed to realize something.Why haven't I thought about getting out of the mandala brothel for so long...

The crisp birdsong came from the window, but it was fleeting, but Sera felt that she had enjoyed a wonderful opera.

She sat upright and cleared her throat.After brewing for a long time, humming finally sounded in the house.

At first, it is slightly dry and tense, but at the back, it is like a trickle flowing into a river, unimpeded and unimpeded.

Sera gradually immersed and intoxicated in her own world.What they sang was not pornographic songs to please the guests, but country ditties with remnants of memories.

"Knock knock."

At the end of the song, Sera heard a knock on the door.

She opened the latch, and there was a new face outside.

"Hi, I seem to remember you." Serachi asked, "Shelley?"

The girl in front of her seemed very pleasantly surprised. She smiled sweetly: "Yes, my name is Shelley. I vaguely heard you singing outside the door. Your singing voice is so beautiful that I can't even walk!"

Her expression was sincere, and with those witty words, Sierra couldn't help but bend her eyes.

"Come in and sit down, I have some snacks here."

Sera invited people into the house, and Shelley followed behind generously, looking at the furnishings in the house.

The two sat together at the low table. Shelley took a sip of hot tea, took the small moon cakes, and looked back and forth in awe.

"What a lovely little cake," said Shelley. "Why, why is there bamboo printed on the box?"

"This is the sign of Nianhua Tavern, which means that the things are produced by them." Sera replied.

Shelley nodded half-understanding, and Sera looked at the little girl quietly for a while with a smile on her face.

The other party should be quite old. From the perspective of body, he is well developed, but his face is very tender.

Shelley's appearance, in the mandala brothel, can't be called superior.But her immature face, as well as the innocence and simplicity that naturally emanate from her eyes and demeanor, with a long light brown braid—very reminiscent of a delicate and pleasant little wild flower growing on a country road.

According to Sera's observation for many years, guests should like to pick such flowers very much.She gave people the feeling that they were a bowl of clear porridge among these big fish and big meat.

Her eyes were softer, even though her heart was particularly sad.Such a smart girl shouldn't be here.

"They're right, you're really kind." Shelley munched on the mooncake, wiping the crumbs from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "It was rare for me to eat such delicious food in Svia before. Others would like to hide the good things If you go a hundred feet underground, you won’t be willing to share it.”

"Svia?" Sera was very surprised.

"That's right! I used to live in the royal city of the Kingdom of Svia. Of course, I grew up in a brothel."

"Then why did you come to Lost Island?"

Shelley licked his fingers. "My mother was originally a bustard, but she offended someone later... In short, my mother sent me out of Svia to my relatives on the Lost Island."

Sera kept staring into the girl's eyes. During the narration, she caught a trace of sadness in the girl's eyes, which soon disappeared.

"I'm sorry." Sera lamented.

"It's okay! My relatives are good to me, they can give me more food. Speaking of which, besides the boss of Mandala, you are the first person to know about it."

They folded their hands and moved closer.

"Then why do you still think of Datura...?" Sera asked cautiously.

"Oh, what else could be the reason." Shelley twitched her eyebrows into a horoscope, and said in a self-deprecating tone, "I don't have any skills. Although my mother is a procuress, she is heavily in debt. So I haven't learned anything since I was a child." , have been soaked in brothels."

"Mom protected me very well, but you know, brothels are full of fish and dragons, and it's hard to escape some... Well, I never told my mother about this."

"It's impossible for me to just help my relatives clean up, even though it's the only thing I'm good at. As for taking care of things, who would accept a servant from a brothel?"

Sela shuddered, as if falling into a cold abyss.

That's right...that's right, who would want to contaminate a woman from a brothel.A lover who pays a lot of money to redeem his body only exists in ballads.

She can redeem herself by herself, but what about outside?After going outside, what can she do?

Sera felt as if the blood in her body was sucked dry in an instant, and she couldn't help trembling because of the deep sadness that came from her heart.

"Selah?" Shelley called her, "what's the matter with you, are you sick?"

"...It's okay, I'm just a little...I'm really a little uncomfortable."

"Let me help you to rest, don't bother you for now, have a good sleep..."

"No!" Sera grabbed Shelley's hand, "Speak with me for a while, you can say anything."

In Shelley's eyes, Serra's lips were pale, and her charming eyes were full of sadness.She didn't know what the other party was thinking of, and the reaction was so great.

After all, I have met a lot, and after chatting with many prostitutes, the current situation is not uncommon, and I am almost used to it.Shelley nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed with her arms around Serra.

Sierra desperately needs some freshness that belongs to people, and this place is more terrifying than mass graves.The cage is tied with layers of shackles, which can give you a glimpse of hope, and then expose the huge chains mercilessly, and return to despair again.

"That's right, the baijiu in Nianhua Tavern is very famous." Shelley took the initiative to talk.

"Yes." Sera suddenly remembered that a few days ago, a guest gave her half a bottle of plum wine.

She stumbled into the cupboard and found a wine bottle—a milky clay pot, delicate and elegant.Serra took another wine glass and filled two glasses with clear brown liquor.

"Can I drink?"

"Can drink..." Shelley stared blankly at all this. After the moon cakes, she tasted the intoxicating aroma of green plums for the first time.

The wine seemed to dilute Sera's emotions, and she calmed down a lot after drinking half a glass.

"Have you ever eaten Jiuniang Yuanzi?"

Shelley shook his head.

"If you have a chance, you must try it. The sweet rice wine and glutinous rice balls, together with a little bit of thick soup, taste very good."

"Do they still have paper? I heard that they are going to do movable type printing." Shelley looked forward.

"Really?" Serra said. "I don't know. They say the news about the brothel is widespread. Maybe in a few days, the news will be in the streets."

Sierra turned her eyes to the ceiling in melancholy, and she didn't notice the change of Shelley's breathing beside her.

"Serra, tell me more about Nianhua. Svia only has a wine shop and a paper shop. Nianhua is very interesting. They always create strange and weird things."

The girl held her arm, and the pleasing look made Sera's heart soften.This little girl seems to be born with a kind of magical power, so you can't bear to refuse her request, and you are willing to tell the whole story.

It was just talking about Nianhua, so she talked about it.

Shelley seemed to be quite interested in Nianhua, she asked about everything from the development of the store, to the dishes, to the flow of customers.

It's not a secret, Sera will answer every question, and tell the other party everything she knows.

"Do you know Nianhua's boss?"

After questioning and answering, the two talked dry, and the plum wine was about to bottom out.Shelley continued to ask while Serra was licking his tongue.

"Boss? I don't know," Serra said.

"Is that so...then do you know his name?"

"His name is Holly, and everyone in the main city of Juta knows him."

"No surname? What a strange name..." Shelley was thoughtful. "After listening to you say so much, I feel that he is a very powerful person."

"Paper, gourmet food, fine wine... There is also a food street in the port. He has opened so many stores, can he handle it!

"If I were me, I would probably be very busy every day. My mother taught me that when faced with many things, I need to distinguish their importance and do them one by one."

Shelley seemed to mention it casually: "Serra, which store does Boss Hawley often go to?"

"How can I know that." Sera was slightly startled, then smiled, "What do you ask it for?"

"It's nothing. Just in case there is a chance to meet..."

Sela frowned slightly, and she covered her expression with the movement of drinking.

Is it an illusion?Just now she seemed to notice that Shelley was a little disappointed with the answer.

A strange feeling rose quietly, but Sera couldn't find the specific reason, so she had to give up.

"It's late, you are not feeling well, you should go to bed early." Shelley stood up and thanked Sera for her hospitality.

Serra sent people to the door of the house, the two smiled, and Shelley even waved his hands.

When the wooden door was closed, the light disappeared, and the moment he put down his hand, the smile on Shelley's face suddenly disappeared.

She stood outside the door expressionlessly, and only then walked away after a few seconds.

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