Chasing brother for thousands of miles

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Wen Nianyuan, who had rolled back, used a look to push back the waiter who wanted to come up to greet him, turned his head to see Qixian drinking tea calmly, and couldn't help saying, "You haven't eaten anything since yesterday, Or drink less tea."

Hearing the words, Qi Xian put down the teacup in her hand, "Shopkeeper, come for a bowl of noodles."

Hearing the greeting, Xiao Er rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "My lord, we are a teahouse here, and we only have some desserts, look—"

"Then here's a bowl of wontons."

The shop waiter continued to smile apologetically, complaining in his heart, how could this guest officer be willing to eat noodles and wontons, seeing how much a meal would cost in such a dress, he was clearly looking for faults.

"My lord, I'm sorry I don't have any wontons, so why don't I serve you two more plates of dim sum?"

The person being questioned didn't respond, but stood up from the side, "Xiao Er, where is your kitchen?"

Xiao Er was dumbfounded by the question. The man's eyes were so fierce that he could scare people to death. He asked what the kitchen was doing?Because the tea house has no noodles and no wontons, so all the cooks should be killed?

After thinking wildly for a while, Xiaoer turned pale with fright, wanted to reach out but dared not touch anyone, and stammered, "Master, sir, our kitchen really only makes dim sum, you, you please hold me up." That expensive—oh, thank you, sir."

One chants, three sighs, one tune changes three times, people who don't know where he is still think he is singing.

Wen Nianyuan threw the reward into the little second hand, always felt that something was wrong, how could that man who was full of moths be called a son, and he became a master when he was upright?

Forget it, it's not a big deal.

Instructing Xiao Er, who was so happy from ear to ear, to buy some ingredients that he wanted, Wen Nianyuan walked into the kitchen of the tea house, but the Xiao Er did not lie, the kitchen only made some snacks, it was not a restaurant after all, the good thing was that it looked cleaner.

As far as Wen Nianyuan looked around, Xiao Er had already bought what he wanted quickly, and was very curious and didn't want to leave, because he really couldn't think that this guest could go to the kitchen, and he didn't know if he could go to the kitchen. what to do.

Mr. Qi Xian, who was the initiator of Wen Nianyuan's series of behaviors, completely maintained the attitude of a spectator and ignored him.

Until the roots of his ears were clean, he habitually picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips. He just touched his lips, as if thinking of something, he hesitated for a while, but finally didn't drink any more, and put it back on the table.

Wen Nianyuan came back soon, and put hot food in front of him.

Qi Xian looked intently, there was a bowl of Yangchun noodles in a clear soup with little water, the soup was so clear that fish could be raised, but the noodles were twisted into a ball and it was not known whether they were cooked or not, with a few chopped green onions floating on it.

It looked really... pathetic.

Sighing silently, he thought, after more than ten years, he really hasn't improved at all.

Under Wen Nianyuan's unwavering gaze, he slowly pulled out his chopsticks, Qi Xian picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth, chewing a few times.

It's hard to be elegant when it comes to eating noodles, but this person is obviously an exception, a bowl of appalling stuff, he just ate it like a delicacy of jade grains and golden water shields.

What's even more amazing is that after watching Wen Nianyuan's cooking process, the waiter in the shop who clearly felt that he didn't even want to eat that bowl of noodles found that the young man in white actually finished his meal.

Qixian put down her chopsticks, pushed the bowl away, and then turned her eyes to Wen Nianyuan, half-sarcastically, "You shouldn't forget that your father taught you that a gentleman should cook far away."

That's your father too.The thought flashed in Wen Nianyuan's mind, he knew that the person opposite would probably never want to admit this fact, so he just replied indifferently: "I'm from the rivers and lakes, so I can't be called a gentleman."

"You don't have to."

"A piece of cake."

Wen Nianyuan really didn't think it was a big deal, Qi Xian was his elder brother by blood, so it's not too much to do something for him.

However, he soon discovered that Qixian's complexion was a bit weird, it was an expression of... wanting to strangle him to death?

"I mean, the noodles you make are really unpalatable, please don't do such stupid things again, my dear, brother, brother!"

Qi Xian felt that no matter how much she endured, she would never wait for the day when someone understood what he meant, it was really a piece of wood that could not be carved, so forget it and say it directly.

After listening to the scolding, Wen Nianyuan turned his head silently, as if a little embarrassed, but the corners of his lips slightly raised on his expressionless face all the year round.

Brother...he finally admitted it.

Even though this is nothing at all, it's just Mr. Qixian's usual satire, but it still makes people uneasy.

How many years, he never called his brother.

since--

He heard the fluttering sound of his clothes, turned around and saw Qixian's back, that person had already stepped out of the gate of the teahouse, Wen Nianyuan quickly got up and followed, lest he be late and disappear without a trace.

The waiter in the shop felt like he was watching a theater, and he was dumbfounded for a long time. After the tea was cooled for a long time, he suddenly realized that the customer hadn't given the tea money yet!

A reward is a reward, the tea money is the tea money, the reward is your own, the tea money belongs to the boss, if the person didn’t give the tea money, doesn’t it mean that he has to take out the vain money that has fallen into his pocket Is it for the boss?

He muttered with a mournful face, he deserved it!Tell you to watch a play!I told you to watch the show so much that you forgot to pay for it!you idiot!

When he was very upset, suddenly a gust of cold wind passed by, Xiao Er shivered for no reason, turned his head, and almost screamed.

There was no one behind him, but at some point, a young man appeared, carrying a big cloth bag, standing there quietly.

"You... you... guest officer, would you like a cup of tea!" Xiao Er was almost admiring himself, and he still didn't forget to do business at this time.

Qingtong took out the silver and put it in Xiaoer's palm, "Our young master's tea money." Then he walked past him and quickly disappeared.

Mom!No, no footsteps!Thinking back to the fingers I touched when I gave the money just now, it was really cold, colder than the snow water in the middle of winter.

He, he must not have seen a ghost, right?Xiao Er rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

And Qingtong is already far behind her young master, beside him, there is that man.In a sense, Qingtong has always felt that he is the closest person to his son, and he is his son's piano.

But sometimes he felt that maybe that man was closer to his son.

At least, if Qingtong made such a bowl of noodles by himself, his young master would never eat it.Although, it is impossible for him to make noodles of such a poor standard.

Wen Nianyuan doesn't know exactly, how much favor has he got from his son?

It doesn't matter.

Pressing the slightly chaotic thoughts in his heart, Qingtong's footsteps became more quiet, he is just a piano, he only needs to be the son's piano forever, and he can be with him forever.

After all, those two people are brothers.

Qixian didn't care about Wen Nianyuan who was following behind him all the time, and went straight back to Firework Lane. He walked slowly from one flower building to another. At this time, most of these bars had no customers, and many girls hadn't even woken up yet.

When he walked to the Hongxiu Pavilion, the door of the Hongxiu Pavilion was tightly closed, and it was obvious that he had not started a day's work.

Only the sweet and greasy fragrance of powder still lingers in the nose all the time, even death can't stop this warm and ambiguous taste.

At this moment, a few low sobbing sounds suddenly came from not far away, as if someone was crying, but they dared not let go of the crying, it was so suppressed that people could not help but feel chest tightness.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a man, dressed in ordinary clothes, crying a bit out of control.

"Another one."

"This is the first time. The death of Miss Ruiji will make all the men in the city cry."

"That's right, several of them came to cry this day, and I'm more sad than dead. Men, no matter whether they have money or not, who doesn't like to go shopping in brothels, but crying for a dead bitch is okay. It's too ugly."

"Don't say that, Miss Ruiji is a good person, if there is a chance to be a good person, who would like to stay in that kind of place."

"Too."

"..."

Listening to people's whispered discussions, although they deliberately lowered their voices, it was not a problem at all for people like Mr. Qixian and Wen Nianyuan.

Still, nice guy?

An oiran lady in the land of love and moon, the evaluation behind her is not that she is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and beautiful, but a good person?

This is really interesting.

Qi Xian stopped in front of the door of Hongxiu Pavilion without knocking, and then continued to walk, until he walked around to the backyard of Hongxiu Pavilion.

Looking up from here, the first room to the right on the second floor is where the former Huakui Rui Ji lived.

"There should be clues in the room." Wen Nianyuan walked to Qi Xian, followed him to look there, and said in a deep voice.

The people around him were noncommittal, and said softly: "Look, there is no one."

There are no girls, maids, servants, or nurses. The whole Hongxiu Pavilion is quiet, like a tomb.

It's so clean.

If it is said that it is mourning for Ruiji, it is absolutely impossible. There is no reason why a brothel will not open the door to welcome customers because of the death of a girl, even if the death is the number one.

This situation is more like disaster avoidance.

Leaping forward, she fell into the courtyard without a sound, Qi Xianshan went up to the second floor, and leaned against the window of Rui Ji's room holding her breath.

Wen Nianyuan followed, and was caught by Master Qixian.

There's someone in Rikki's room!

The two looked at each other, and they both read the same message from each other's eyes. This time in Rui Ji's room cannot but be suspicious.

Qi Xian signaled the people beside him not to act rashly, and listened to the movement from the people in the room.

The man's breathing was smooth and steady, he was obviously a trainer, and his martial arts were definitely not bad, but he remained motionless, not knowing what he was doing.

Wen Nianyuan's expression suddenly changed, murderous!

He stretched out his hand to grab Qixian, and the two of them turned sideways, a white light broke through the window, and the sword light reflected the cold sun, almost passing by the tip of their noses.

"Be careful!" Wen Nianyuan pushed the person in his arms back, a black shadow in his sleeve flashed and went to meet him, the two weapons collided with the sound of the window frame shattering, making a strange sound.