After coming out of the Rose Blood Factory, Su Mingan went into a teahouse.
This teahouse was no longer as deserted as it had been ten years ago. Even late at night it was still full of people, and the arrival of the three people did not attract anyone's attention.
The silence lasted for a while, and Su Lin said, "Su Mingan, what are you doing here?"
"Have some tea." Su Mingan said.
"Then why are you bringing him with you?" Su Lin pointed at Lin Guang.
"Take him to have tea together." Su Mingan said: "The teahouse is the most convenient place to obtain intelligence. I haven't been back for ten years. I'm here to listen to the voices of the masses."
Lin Guang smiled, like a beautiful background painting.
"You sleep during the day and come out to drink tea at night. Your day and night are reversed. Your body..." Su Lin said.
"He speaks like an old man." Su Mingan sighed.
Su Lin: “…”
Su Ming'an rested his chin on his hand, leaning against the window. This was the place where he sat ten years ago. The ginkgo leaves outside the window were still lush.
Suddenly, an acquaintance came over and said, "Xiao Shuai, I heard that you stayed up late at night to inspect the Meixue factory, so I came. What are you doing in the teahouse? Are you visiting incognito?"
"Yes." Su Mingan said.
"This is... Commander Su Lin, right?" Xi recognized Su Lin at a glance, but could not recognize the masked Lin Guang: "Is this Sen? No... This is..."
"It's not important." Su Ming'an was afraid that Lin Guang's identity would be revealed, so he started fighting with others on the spot.
"Okay. Anyway, I'm just here to give you something." Xi took out a brand new silk ribbon: "Here, I made a silk ribbon for you."
"Thank you." Su Mingan said.
Every year she was the first one to give him a necklace.
The people around him, Tretia was too crazy, Sen Celstia respected him too much, Cheng Luohe admired him too much, and Noah's favorability was forced to increase. Only Xi always communicated with him on an equal footing, not afraid of authority and without flattery, which made him feel at ease.
"Xiao Shuai, you are the top star on the human side. You must pay attention to safety in the future and don't contact with trivial people, especially people like Lin Guang. We haven't found any trace of him so far." Xi said.
Top brand... Why does this word sound like a person in some building...
Su Mingan coughed.
Lin Guang, who was called "trivial", was not angry at all. He seemed to have excellent self-control and sat there motionless.
"Did someone say that they saw the city lord today?" Someone was chatting at the table next to them.
"Didn't he pass away? I remember the whole city was in mourning ten years ago, and my sister cried for most of half a year." said a young man.
"The city lord is a god who has descended to earth. Even if his body dies, his soul will return to the city after a while. How could he die?" said another person.
"People like us can only see him in textbooks and on TV... It is said that some experts simulated the basic data of the Dawn War and reviewed the war. They found that every action of the city lord was the best decision at the time, without exception. [It was just like a perfect program], even if there was a slight mistake, the human casualties would increase by millions..."
"So he is a god. If he is not a god who looks down on everything, how can he always make the best decision..."
“…”
Su Mingan lowered his eyes.
Xi ate some melon seeds and said, "My ears are almost callused by all the praises you receive."
"I want to ask, why are there so many white-haired people in the city?" Su Ming'an said. On this journey, at least one of the three people he met had white hair - is it because the pressure of life is too great nowadays, and everyone has white hair at a young age?
Xi was a little embarrassed to say: "You may not believe it. It is said that the city lord liked white hair the most when he was alive, so many people in the streets and alleys dyed their hair white..."
"ah?"
Su Mingan was stunned.
"Moreover, the reason why this teahouse is doing so well is that ten years ago, the owner of the teahouse played a duet with the city lord's piano using flute music, which led to a surge in the owner's popularity and everyone wanted to come to his shop to drink tea." Xi coughed dryly, looking a little embarrassed: "Also, the teahouse owner's white hair is the purest. Many people can't bleach their hair as well as him, so the teahouse owner's status has risen rapidly and can be compared with some small commanders..."
Su Mingan felt confused.
...What does "purest white" mean? Can this thing be described as "pure"? What is white hair now? Is it a kind of noble bloodline?
A negative emotion surged in his heart, which seemed to be the same as Actor's emotion - if whether the hair is white or not can be regarded as a person's achievement, then what about those diligent little commanders? If you can be respected by others just by dyeing your hair white, then what about people's efforts?
Just because it is rumored that he likes white hair, all those with white hair will be promoted?
"Impossible..." Su Mingan said.
"What's impossible?" Su Lin hit the nail on the head: "The Chu people like thin waists, so many people in the palace starved to death."
“…”
The tea table fell into silence.
Just then, the teahouse owner arrived late.
The teahouse owner was still wearing Hanfu, with his eyebrows downcast. His slender figure and slightly fluttering white hair were almost identical to Lin Guang, who was wearing a mask beside the table...
"What would you like, guests?" asked the boss.
"Bi Luo Chun." Xi said.
"I drink coffee." Su Lin said.
After a while, the tea tray was brought up, which was the best Biluochun. Su Mingan took a sip and found that it did not taste like disinfectant, as if what he drank ten years ago was just an illusion.
"Do you like it, sir?" asked the teahouse owner.
"Of course, I like this bowl of tea very much, and I also like the flute piece you played with me on the piano ten years ago." Su Mingan suddenly smiled and said, "I find a soulmate in the music. Your flute makes me feel that you are a very good person. I want to be your best friend. Do you want to?"
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