For a Prosperous World

The morning air was a bit humid, probably because it rained last night.

"Bell Bell Bell."

The tavern's door was pushed open, and the bell hanging on the door made a crisp sound.

The waiter stepped out and turned the signboard at the door from business to business.

"Meow."

A soft voice came from the roadside.

The waiter looked over and saw a black kitten sitting behind a flowerpot in front of the shop.

The body was still wet with rain.

The waiter faintly watched the kitten half ring.

"Actually this street is just for people who have nowhere to go."

She inexplicably remembered this sentence again.

Looking at the cat and asking, "Are you nowhere to go?"

The cat stood trembling without trembling, as if shivering from the cold.

She nodded her head and seemed to be answered.

Walked back to the tavern. When she came out again, she had a jar of yogurt and a plate in her hand.

Put the yogurt into a plate and put it in front of the cat.

The cat walked up to the plate and eagerly licked the yogurt inside, it looked like it was hungry for a long time.

The waiter crouched in front of the kitten, hesitated, stretched out a hand and touched it on its head.

The kitten did not resist, and the waiter's thin face showed a rare smile.

"I said, what are you doing here?" A voice suddenly sounded beside her.

The waiter's smile didn't go away, and he looked up calmly.

It was an elderly woman, or an old lady in her fifties, wearing ordinary everyday clothes and an old-fashioned hair style tied to her head.

It feels a bit oppressive. How can I say that it feels strange to a woman?

The waiter stood up, looked at the shop lightly, and said with some slackness in his voice: "Boss, the night shift from 7 pm to 7 am, I am done."

"So." The old lady took out a cigarette from her arms and lit herself up: "Then you go back first."

"Well, okay." The waiter nodded and left slowly down the street.

A month ago.

The door to the tavern was suddenly opened by someone.

It was a young woman, dressed in black clothes, carrying a bag on her back, and she didn't know what was in the bag. It looked like a stick.

The woman ordered a glass of milk in the pub and sat for a long time.

When she was about to leave, she found that she had no money on her body and sat there embarrassed.

The wife of the pub owner knew it, but looked at her and said.

"You're new to this city. If you don't mind, I'm missing a waiter here."

"call."

The wife's boss spit out the ring of smoke in his mouth, and his eyes fell on the door, the kitten who was licking the yogurt.

There is some change on the bar in the shop.

"I thought it was just a stray guy."

"It's surprisingly a gentle person."

only.

The boss's eyes looked back.

Why does it feel lonely again?

Being lonely and gentle is really contradictory.

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"despair."

The wind blew from the hillside, and a figure wearing a white robe sat in front of a stone tablet. The man with long black hair dangled slightly in the wind behind him.

Gu Nan sat on the ground and stretched out his hand to rest gently on the stone tablet in front of him.

The stone was so cold that there was no temperature, and there were a few simple handwritings on it.

Bai Qi died from Xie Tianxia. There was no way to do a funeral. She was simply buried here that year.

Gu Nan didn't say anything, just sitting in place and watching quietly, dazed.

It took a long time to let go of the hand from the stele.

"I haven't come in a long time. After this time, maybe I won't come for a long time."

With a small smile, Gu Nan placed a bunch of flowers in front of the stele.

Before dropping the flower, she saw another thing in front of Bai Qi and Wei Lan's tomb.

There are a few simple displays, some gray on the area, and it seems to be a while.

Someone else came before she came.

Not many people would come to worship the couple.

The old company will come, but he died a few years ago.

There are also Meng Xun, Wang Xun, and those veterans who have passed away all these years ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It has been ten years since the succession of Xun Zheng.

There are many, many things that are already different.

There are so many people, and she can hardly remember herself.

Walked to those things, but found a bamboo stick aside.

Pick it up and read:

Unfilial son, Bai Zhong, stay.

Gu Nan smiled and set the bamboo aside.

"Time flies fast."

The wind blew short grasses and hovered in midair.

Gu Nan picked up Wuge aside, stood up, and stood in front of the stone tablet.

"I have nothing more to say tonight."

"Old man."

"Promise you, I will do it."

With that said, he turned around and walked along the small radial toward Xianyang City.

In the ten years since Qin Wangzheng, many changes have taken place in the court.

The power of Xianguo Lu Buwei seems to be getting bigger and bigger on the bright side.

But he still couldn't touch a few rights, as if they were intentionally separated.

For example, military power, even if it can sometimes be grasped, there are people on the sidelines.

Several new dignitaries appeared above the court.

Poison, Li Si, Wang Yan, Meng Tian.

In the end, there was another army who stood side by side in this Xianyang.

Only given orders to the Wang family, has now expanded to 3,000, with a small number, and is based in Xianyang.

But in wartime, he can be ordered by the king and lead 100,000.

Such military power is not inferior to that of generals.

There are also people who want to make good friends, but few people have seen what the trapped leader looks like, because it is the banned army. Even when the laymen are covered with a face, few people have known who the trap leader will be.