Kaifeng Bistro

Tan Zhifeng looked at the other party in a daze.His mood returned to that moment in an instant.Why?He shouldn't be standing here...

The young man seemed to be in a dream. Slowly, he stretched out his hand and stroked Tan Zhifeng's cheek.Tan Zhifeng found that he was gradually leaving the body that belonged to him. He was in a distant place, watching all this happen just like that.

"No, he's not Xu Gan." Tan Zhifeng suddenly realized in his dream.

"But, Ying Long's soul is in his body." He said to himself again.

That boy—in fact, he was about to shed his childishness completely and stepped into the threshold of youth—he was tall, a little thin but not weak, with a slender and strong body, and he moved his hands with a kind of Born noble.In Tan Zhifeng's eyes, the other figure sitting beside him was very delicate, with only a vague outline, as if it would disappear into the thin morning mist anytime and anywhere.

They sat side by side on the cold stone steps, and the young man chattered about everything he had experienced in his life.The person beside him turned sideways, staring at him intently.

"It's the national teacher surnamed Qin..." The young man was still saying, "The day he gave me the medicine to cure the disease. You were by my side. I had a headache and couldn't open my eyes, but you, you gave the medicine to me." I fed it? Who are you? Are you someone close to the national teacher? No... I saw you when I was young..."

The young man stretched out his hand to hold the other's cold hands, that's right... Tan Zhifeng still remembers the hot touch, and his hands burned uncontrollably again.

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"Go..." After he moved uneasily in his sleep, he vaguely felt a deep voice softly whispering in his ear: "Don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold."

It took Tan Zhifeng a long time to open his eyes, and he found that his hand was held in Xu Gan's slender and strong hand.He subconsciously pulled out his hand a little, but was held back by Xu Gan.

Xu Gan touched his palms, and clasped his fingers tightly for a while.The heat spread along the lines of Tan Zhifeng's palm, as if seeping into his blood bit by bit, making him warm from the inside out. "You are too thin." He heard Xu Gan continue to say, "I seldom see you eating well."

Tan Zhifeng objected in a dazed and low voice: "I have eaten..."

"Nonsense." Xu Gan interrupted him: "Go to sleep. Tomorrow, I will watch you eat well."

Tan Zhifeng's heart trembled, and he actually fell asleep just like that.

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The dream didn't continue. Tan Zhifeng slept until dawn, but when he got up, he found that Xu Gan had long since disappeared.Tan Zhifeng got up to work quickly. After a whole day of work, seeing off several guests, and preparing for the evening party for a while, Tan Zhifeng walked to the door, opened the curtain and looked out.

"Come back soon?" Tan Zhifeng stood at the door and said to himself.

"Is anyone here?" Zhuo Zhuo thought he was talking about the guests who would come tonight.He also walked to the door curiously, and looked out with Tan Zhifeng.

She hadn't seen Zhan Zhao for quite a while, and when she heard that Zhan Zhao would be coming this time, she specially changed into a beautiful new moon-white cross-collar short jacket, with pale pink strings embroidered on the cuffs and neckline. A string of tiny flowers, swaying and fragrant when walking past Tan Zhifeng.

"No." Tan Zhifeng and Zhuo Zhuo said at the same time, both of them seemed a little disappointed.

At this moment, a burst of drumming came from the drum towers of several temples in the capital.Amidst the sound of drums, Tan Zhifeng vaguely saw Zhou Yanjing and the others coming from the entrance of the alley. He quickly put down the curtain and told Zhuo Zhuo to treat them well, while he went back to work in the back kitchen.

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There is a saying in the Buddhist scripture "Baizhang Qinggui": "The dawn bell breaks the long night and wakes up sleep; the evening strike makes you feel dizzy and ignorant."

In the Buddhist temples in Kaifeng City, tall bell towers and drum towers are built beside the Buddhist halls. In the morning, the hall is raised to strike the bell, and in the evening, the scriptures are chanted and the drum is played to remind the monks and the believers who practice in the temple to chant the Buddha on time.

Tianqing Temple is one of the four major temples in the capital. It is not as majestic and majestic as Daxiangguo Temple, but it is indeed the first choice for many wealthy families in Kaifeng.Clusters of green bamboo groves separated the rows of meditation rooms and the chic and elegant small courtyards. With the sound of evening drums, the sky gradually darkened, and the whole temple seemed quiet and peaceful, almost no one could hear it. One of them Someone in the yard was arguing quietly.

The side door of the courtyard was ajar, and one could look in through the hollowed-out carvings on the courtyard wall. There were two people sitting staggeringly at the door, as if they were dozing off.

"If I were you, I would never let 'Shang Yushan' leave so easily!" This was the voice of a cold, dry middle-aged woman.

"... Ma'am, let me advise you, since the doctor has told you to take a good rest here, you don't have to worry about these trivial matters anymore... I will naturally take care of these things..." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man. The voice is much nicer than that woman's voice just now, very gentle, but at the same time it seems very restrained, even a little depressed.

"Huh." The woman sneered, followed by a brief silence, and soon she spoke again: "But I have only lived here for more than half a year, and I heard that the business at home is getting worse day by day."

"There is absolutely no such thing!" The man raised his voice and retorted: "You must not listen to those outsiders gossiping."

"You are hiding it from others, do you still want to hide it from me?" The woman uttered this sentence as coldly as before, and the room fell into silence again.But soon, Tan Zhifeng heard the man say again: "That 'Shang Yushan', he is not easy to deal with, of course I have promised him, as long as he is willing to go on stage and put on a show, he can give me He has a generous reward, but he is still unwilling!"

The man took a breath, and continued: "I asked someone to check it. He is a scholar. He might take the Juren examination next year. Naturally, he doesn't want to have anything to do with these things! What's more, there are so many ways for us to make money. , why do you have to write something about this person?!"

"Because he can extract the most money as quickly as possible!" The woman's voice became sharper, she paused, and said with a hint of pride: "Didn't you ever think of another way? You don't care about money, maybe Don't care about other things... Don't you know that he has a younger brother who runs a dilapidated tavern... I might as well tell you that he will be here soon, and he has promised to have a good talk with me."

There was a slight sound from the roof, and the two people who were in a stalemate didn't notice it, and the man became annoyed when he heard this. "Ma'am..." There was already a bit of anger in his tone: "When will you stop being so arbitrary and meddling everywhere..."

"If I don't intervene, am I going to let you do whatever you want?" The woman's voice was extremely harsh, with unquestionable authority, and it sounded very harsh.

The man said anxiously: "It's all those women around you, if you don't leave them to dictate, how can I be restrained everywhere..."

"You are constrained by others, but not by me?" The woman retorted: "I really didn't expect that you would do such a thing. Scholars... 20 years ago, why weren't you also a scholar? At that time Down and out, if my father hadn't taken you in, how could you have everything you have today? And that bastard you raised outside, and that woman of unknown origin, you hope that I die early so that you can put my father and I keep everything for myself! It's a pity that you don't have the guts, and you don't have the ability... What's more, I firmly hold in my hands the things you did, the things that wiped out the nine clans!"

The man's anger turned into panic, and the usual gentleness and elegance disappeared from his straight-faced face.He shouted loudly: "Enough!"Immediately afterwards, he shouted again: "Do you think I don't know why you have to stay here? Isn't it because of that Wenhui? He doesn't look like a monk at all. How many things have you sent him these days... "

"What's the matter with you two? Are you both asleep?" Before the man finished speaking, footsteps and a young man's confused voice came from outside: "Father..."

There was another soft sound on the roof, and a vigorous black figure swept across the courtyard wall and disappeared into the bamboo forest.The young man who had just opened his mouth woke up the two guards outside without knowing it. At this moment, he suddenly felt a gloomy and cold aura gradually approaching him behind him, as if a cloud had shrouded the originally clear sky. .

He turned around in horror, only to see a tall, alien man with blue eyes standing behind him.The man looked at him with an elusive smile, but the young man read a hint of danger in his eyes.

"You, who are you?" He asked tremblingly.

"Hehe, who am I? You'd better not know about this..." As soon as the man finished speaking, the woman in the room uttered another threat that sounded like a roar: "Sooner or later, sooner or later, you will be destroyed by this Xixia man .”

"You should worry about yourself first, ma'am..." The tall man at the door pushed away the young man who was blocking him, and stepped in.The young man noticed that a yellow snake was wrapped around the man's hand. The snake's yellow-brown skin was dull and ugly, and it exuded an unpleasant smell. Not far from the snake's head, there was a terrifying, Huge scars that haven't healed, exuding an unpleasant stench of about to rot...

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"Come, come! This is the famous wine I bought from Feng Le Lou specially by someone, called 'Mei Shou'. I see Ming Jing off today. Let's all have a drink. If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

At this time, everyone had already gathered in Tan Zhifeng's tavern, and the small room seemed very crowded.Zhou Yanjing ordered the servant to open a brocade bag and took out a white jade bottle. As soon as the bottle cap was opened, Tan Zhifeng's room was immediately filled with fragrance.