Tian Yuan

Miaofu Inn still looks the same as before.

It has some traces of time and doesn't look so new anymore.

"Didn't I give you guys any food? Why are you all so slow at work? Can you please work faster?"

Even after so many years, Miss Miao's personality has not changed. She curses and urges constantly.

The waiters and cooks in the inn have been replaced many times. The original ones either went to other places to make a living or died.

Whenever the inn became deserted, Miss Miao would sit at the stairs on the second floor, where she could just see the gate and some places outside the gate.

Everyone was used to it and didn't find it strange.

A thought, a wait that lasted for more than twenty years.

This is also good, at least there is a glimmer of hope deep in my heart.

Twenty years ago, many matchmakers approached Miss Miao, hoping to find a suitable husband for her. However, Miss Miao rejected them all, saying that she would not marry outside the family.

Miss Miao is both beautiful and wealthy.

There are quite a few young people who want to marry into a woman's family.

Unfortunately, Miss Miao doesn't like any of them.

As time went by, as I got older, matchmakers no longer came to bother me.

The sun sets over the western mountains and dusk has arrived.

"Da da da......"

A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, which touched the hearts of many people.

Miss Miao, who seemed a little tired at first, suddenly perked up. She stared at the door, with a hint of expectation in her eyes that was not noticed by others.

An eight-year-old girl ran in quickly.

After seeing who was coming, although there was no change in emotion on Miss Miao's face, a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes.

Similar mood swings occurred countless times.

I know it's impossible, but I can't help fantasizing about it.

When you are alive, you must always have a dream.

The waiter came forward and greeted: "Little girl, are you alone? Are you eating or staying in the hotel?"

"I don't eat and I don't stay in the hotel." The little girl shook her head.

"Then what's the matter with you?"

The young man still had a smile on his face. He bent down slightly and asked again.

"Someone asked me to deliver something."

As she spoke, the little girl took out a heavy purse from her arms.

Miss Miao, who had already stood up and was about to go into the house to rest, suddenly saw the purse in the little girl's hand. Her body trembled violently several times, and she showed an extremely surprised and incredible expression, as if the figure of that person appeared in front of her.

However, because the time was too long, the figure seemed particularly blurry and could not be seen clearly.

This purse is very special. It has a not-so-beautiful lotus pattern embroidered on it. It was the work of Miss Miao more than 20 years ago.

She stayed awake that night, and embroidered a purse herself and prepared some silver and money, hoping that Chen Qingyuan could live a good life when he was away from home and no longer go hungry.

"Ding-deng-deng..."

Miss Miao was distracted for a moment and walked down quickly, extremely anxious.

It was the first time that everyone saw the proprietress so flustered and hurried. They were completely confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Girl, where did you get this?"

Miss Miao squatted down, grabbed the little girl's shoulders with both hands, and asked anxiously.

"An old man gave it to me." The little girl said, "He gave me ten cents and asked me to bring it here."

"Where is the old grandfather you mentioned?"

Miss Miao asked, her voice a little hoarse, as if she was blocked by something.

"Wang's Cake Shop on East Street."

The little girl struggled to break free from Miss Miao's hands and ran out of the inn quickly, fearing that she would be forced to stay here, with a look of fear on her face.

"Wang's Cake Shop!"

Miss Miao tightly grasped her purse, not having time to pay attention to others. She rushed out as fast as she could and headed for the pastry shop not far away, longing in her heart to see Chen Qingyuan again.

As night was about to fall, there were fewer people on the streets.

At the door of the pastry shop, Chen Qingyuan gave some change and bought some desserts.

Turning around, he saw Miss Miao standing a few feet behind him.

The two were facing each other, their eyes facing each other.

One is Chen Qingyuan, who has a head full of white hair and looks a little old.

One is Miss Miao, whose face is covered with wrinkles. Her skin is not as smooth and fair as before, and there are a few strands of silver in her hair.

Because she had been running all the way, Miss Miao had no time to care about her image. Her hair was messy, her hairpin was loose, and part of her long hair was blown off by the breeze, swaying in the breeze, giving her a messy beauty.

He took a few deep breaths, looked at the person in front of him, slowly closed his lips, and a layer of mist formed in his eyes, as if he was dreaming.

"came back?"

After a long silence, Miss Miao forced a smile. She had so many things to say that she didn't know where to start, and finally she just said a greeting.

"Yeah." Chen Qingyuan smiled and said, "I'm back."

"Why don't you go over and sit down, and let a little girl deliver something?"

Having not seen each other for many years, Miss Miao tried her best to appear gentle.

"I borrowed money from the young lady and haven't returned it for so many years. I feel a little embarrassed."

Chen Qingyuan said softly.

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Miss Miao said, "Let's go sit in the inn for a while!"

"Okay." Chen Qingyuan came here this time with the intention of ending this cause and effect.

The two of them walked into the inn slowly, one in front and one behind, keeping a certain distance.

The servants who were sweeping the floor and wiping the table looked at the old man who came in with their boss's wife and took a few more glances.

"You all should go and have a rest!"

Miss Miao waved her hand and gestured to everyone.

"Oh."

Everyone's face showed joy. It was rare that they got off work so early today.

Then, Miss Miao took Chen Qingyuan to the place where they used to sit, smiling brightly: "Sit for a while, I'll go cook two dishes for you."

"No, it's too much trouble."

Chen Qingyuan declined politely.

"Sit down!" Miss Miao said in a more serious tone, "Please don't leave, or I will curse you every day."

"Okay, I won't leave for now."

Chen Qingyuan smiled bitterly.

Afterwards, Miss Miao walked towards the kitchen, looking back every three steps, fearing that Chen Qingyuan would suddenly disappear.

Came to the kitchen, alone.

I couldn't hold it back any longer and a tear rolled down my cheeks.

Although she was crying, the expression on Miss Miao's face was particularly happy.

After wiping away the tears, he looked at the purse in his hand and said in surprise, "It's been more than 20 years, and it's still as new as ever, without any bumps or dents."

After being confused for a while, he stopped worrying and quickly started cooking, preparing two of Chen Qingyuan's signature dishes so that they could reminisce about the past.

A moment later, Miss Miao came quickly over with two side dishes.

When she saw Chen Qingyuan sitting in his seat obediently, Miss Miao breathed a sigh of relief and was filled with joy: "Come, have a taste."

There were food and wine, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

"good to eat."

After taking a bite of the dish, Chen Qingyuan praised it.

"Where have you been all these years?"

After receiving the compliment, Miss Miao's smile became even wider and she started a new topic.