selling cakes

In the evening, a demon wind blew up, and the sky pressed down on the top of the black tiles on the eaves, making the wine flags at the alley roar loudly.After a while, there were no pedestrians in the streets and alleys.

Xiao Ning put the three-foot-wide stall back into the palm-sized room early on, weighed the wine gourd hanging on his waist, thought it was enough for a meal, and closed the door with confidence.

It was dark, the rain was pouring, and the draft was whimpering like a ghost.

In the middle of the night, the knocking on the door was mixed with the sound of rain, one after another, slowly and hesitatingly.

Xiao Ning frowned, got up from the table impatiently, knocked down the empty wine gourd, and asked vaguely: "Who?"

The sound outside the door was obscured by the sound of rain, and two words were vaguely heard: "Buy cakes."

Xiao Ning said coldly: "No more, it's sold out."

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and he said, "Do you have Huahua steamed buns?"

Xiao Ning felt a little strange in his heart, the drunkenness dissipated, and he said reluctantly: "What do you want?"

"Not burnt, not blurred, not raw."

The door latch is opened little by little, and the business of "Huahua Mantou" is always at night.Six years ago, he became the successor of the "Xiao Clan's Ghost Hand", and his disguise technique was superb.Desperadoes, lovers, survivors, there will always be people looking for him, changing his appearance, coming and going at night.

It's just that he has never been so uneasy like tonight, as if opening the door, he will face someone more shocking than this thunder and rainy night.

The door latch was still pulled out, and as the door was pushed open little by little, people outside the door slowly appeared in front of Xiao Ning.

Rain poured down from the eaves of the black-bone umbrella, a flash of lightning illuminated the deep alley, and the eyebrows and eyes of the person under the umbrella were pale, the rain wet his clothes and hair, and he stood there coldly.Evening eaves are cool and thin, the breeze moves the bamboo, and old people come to Miao.

The wind moved, the umbrella moved, the thin lips of the person under the umbrella trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Master..."

The thunder roared, blasting Xiao Ning's heart.

The black umbrella fell to the ground and swirled in the puddle. The person under the umbrella was dragged into the room, and the door was slammed shut.The candle on the table flickered violently a few times, stabilizing the flame of Dou Da.

Xiao Ning grabbed the man's slender and pale neck, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth like blood: "Shen Yunjie..."

The long thick black eyelashes covered the pain in Shen Yunjie's eyes, behind him leaning against the cold door panel, there was a creaking sound of bones in his ears, and he could not help but groan out from the feeling of suffocation.He didn't struggle, and raised his snow-white neck like a man, waiting for his young master to let go or strangle it.

A small shadow emerged from the cloak around Shen Yunjie's legs, and rushed towards Xiao Ning.There was a sharp pain in his leg, Xiao Ning frowned, and subconsciously raised his leg to shake off the little thing on his lap.

The little thing was kicked away and fell to the side of the table leg, making a muffled sound.Shen Yunjie opened his eyes wide, grabbed Xiao Ning's wrist and struggled, hissed in his throat: "Xiao Yuan...cough..."

The stunned little thing held his head and stood up with difficulty, whimpering like a cat: "Daddy..."

Xiao Ning paused with his fingertips, and slowly let go.Shen Yunjie coughed violently, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, he bent down and panted a few times, and hugged the little thing that was burrowing into his arms tightly.

With the help of the dim candlelight, Xiao Ning could clearly see the little thing in Shen Yunjie's arms that was biting his leg.The five or six-year-old child, with tears in his dark eyes, obviously hurt from a fall, but he bit his lower lip and kept silent, staring at Xiao Ning warily.

Shen Yunjie's face was pale, the tails of his eyes were red, and he said hoarsely: "Master... this child..."

Xiao Ning smiled, as if he had seen a rare absurdity in the world, his stern face was slightly distorted, and he straightened up after a while, mockingly said: "Shen Yunjie, you deserve to have a child for me? "