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Chapter 29

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    As soon as I turned around the corner, the scene was completely different from the other one.

    The simple stalls set up on the roadside were overcrowded, and those who could not sit at the table ate while standing. Some familiar diners moved their own stools and sat in groups on a stool, holding bowls and eating.  There was a long queue around the shed, and some people were waiting in line with their children and food boxes of their own warm food.

    Fu Bainan walked a little further and saw a few soldiers and horsemen on patrol. They took off their helmets and squatted aside to eat. It seemed that this stall was not on this long street. There were a lot of people gathered. Who wanted to drive away?  Unexpectedly, I also tasted it and ate it.

    Fu Bainan squinted his eyes slightly and took a few steps closer, suddenly having a premonition.

    It arises out of nowhere, without any reason.

    Two or three steps.

    As the crowd slowly moved forward, he saw that face through the gaps in the queue.

    We had not seen each other for nearly half a month. When we met again, she was dressed in the blue and white clothes of an ordinary cook. Her skirt was tied in front of her body, her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she was so busy that her feet did not touch the floor.

    The premonition came true, and Fu Benan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

    Standing still, he walked through the crowd and walked straight to the stall.

    The shadow falls.

    Bai Yinyan looked up and saw him. He paused for a moment. Before he could make a move, a woman with a loud voice in the team suddenly leaned out and shouted to Fu Benan: "Do you know who is waiting in line? Where did this second-rate kid come from and queue up behind another ditch?"  spread!"

    Just as Fu Benan was about to turn around, Bai Yinyan grabbed him and pulled him to the back of the stall, handing him an empty bowl.

    She smiled at the loud-voiced woman and said, "Sister, you are my man."

    The southern language is gentle and soft, and the words stick to each other and flow out.

    The eldest sister muttered something and retreated into the crowd.

    Fu Benan looked at Bai Yinyan.

    After a while, the hot noodles came out of the pot, and she followed his hand to spread a layer of crushed peppers on the bottom of the bowl, poured the noodles in, poured over the fresh soup, and sprinkled on some other things.

    Bai Yinyan raised his finger and pointed at someone, and Fu Benan handed over the face.  I just returned from collecting five copper coins and found an empty bowl in my hand.

    ¡°¡­¡± He held up the bowl, looked around the crowd, and spoke in a low voice.  "You speak Southern."

    Bai Yinyan lowered his head and said nothing.

    ??When the new noodles come out of the pot, it¡¯s the same as before.

    After throwing the five coins collected into the purse, Fu Benan consciously took an empty bowl and glanced at the crushed peppers on the chopping board.

    ¡°I¡¯ll make a bowl that¡¯s not spicy later.¡±

    Bai Yinyan still didn¡¯t answer.

    ??Fu Bonan paused, coughed dryly, and changed his words with some difficulty: "In a whilecan you make a bowl that is not spicy?"

    Bai Yinyan raised his head and glanced at him.

    "OK."

    She said calmly.

    After taking back another five coins, Fu Bainan threw the copper plate into the purse, helped Bai Yinyan tie it up and dragged it to the bottom of the stall, watching her take out a new one.

    Fu Bonan said: "When will it be done?"

    Bai Yinyan said: "I'll take it as soon as these are sold out."

    Fu Benan secretly estimated the time and said no more.

    The two cooperated in silence. After nearly half an hour, Bai Yinyan put out the Dawenkou lantern on the stall and closed the stall.

    After paying the money to the shopkeeper who lent him the bench, table, bowls and chopsticks, Fu Bainan rolled up his sleeves and helped Bai Yinyan throw the big money bag into the carriage.

    Opening the curtain, there were two full bags inside.

    Bai Yinyan took out the bag from the depths, watched the last light, and cooked Fu Bainan a bowl of noodles.

    "Now." She handed him the bowl and chopsticks, "Let's eat on the carriage shaft."

    After taking the chopsticks down, Fu Bainan paused and suddenly said: "Have you used it?"

    Bai Yinyan finally smiled brightly.

    "It's been used, you can eat it."

    Something disappeared silently into the night.

    Fu Bainan finished his noodles quietly and looked up to see her on the other side of the carriage, holding up an account book and leaning against the wall of the carriage, beating her waist.  He raised his hand uncontrollably and then lowered it.

    Meeting his gaze, Bai Yinyan smiled and said gently: "Are you full?"

    ""

    Fu Bainan lowered his eyes.

    "When did you come?"

    Bai Yinyan said: "Before noon yesterday." She paused, "It was faster than you."

    Fu Benan looked at her and said hesitantly: "You"

    He stopped speaking again.

    Bai Yinyan waited for a while, looked at his expression, and said clearly: "Me? I've beenHe married a woman, and this woman entered the eunuch's tent. This matter was like a joke and spread quickly among the gambling gossip after dinner.

    Some people bet that she must be too ugly to be seen, but after the spies saw Bai Yinyan carrying water back to the camp, he lost half a month's military pay.

    There are always weird things in the world, and there are always some people who are destined to lose.

    Fu Bainan opened the tent.

    "You're back." Bai Yinyan looked back at him, threw the handkerchief into the bucket, washed it, took it out and continued wiping it.

    Fu Benan's footsteps stopped under the pressure of her three words, and his throat moved.

    "Tomorrow" He coughed, "It will be demolished tomorrow."

    "It will be removed tomorrow, but you won't be the one sleeping here tonight." She said casually: "I don't want you to make do with it."

    ""

    Fu Bainan covered his mouth with the back of his hands and stood in front of the tent, neither advancing nor retreating, feeling hot and cold on his back.

    It¡¯s not that Bai Yinyan has never said this kind of thing before, on the contrary, she said it a lot.

    But he has never been so shaken.

    Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, Bai Yinyan turned around to look at him, "What, are you sleepy?" She picked up the bucket and said warmly: "I asked Thirteen to ask for some hot water. Have you washed yourself and rested?"

    Fu Benan took a deep breath and retreated into the shadow outside the tent, "I'll go to the car, you sleep here."

    Bai Yinyan smiled lightly and said, "This is the prison camp, how can I sleep in it?"

    As soon as he said that, he left and wanted to go out.

    Fu Benan suddenly reached out to lift the bucket in her hand, and said quickly with her back on her back: "I'll pour it, you go to sleep." Qinggong boosted his energy, and he disappeared in two or three steps.

    Bai Yinyan stood for a while looking at the direction he was leaving, then walked out of the tent.

    On the other side, Fu Bainan splashed cold water on his face in front of the night stream, emptied the bucket, and sat by the stream leaning against the tree trunk.

    The stream is cool at night and the wind is cool.

    Fu Benan sat for a while, gradually calmed down, wrung out the wet handkerchief and was about to stand up, when he suddenly stopped.

    Reflecting the moonlight reflected in the stream, he could clearly see what was in his hand.

    It¡¯s that piece of silk.

    The ink on the silk has been washed many times, and most of it has fallen off, leaving only a few blurred edges on the corners, but it is still difficult to distinguish, especially where the signature appears to have been scrubbed hard, and the ink has fallen off very cleanly.

    His embarrassment also disappeared.

    He looked at the white silk for a while, sat back in front of the tree, suddenly sneered, clasped his forehead, and laughed lowly with his eyebrows covered.

    She is always like this.

    The laughter gradually subsided, hidden in the cool night.

    She is always very knowledgeable.

    Fu Benan held the square-shaped silk tightly, his knuckles turned white.

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