ruffian detective

This time, Zhan Feng did not come to the familiar small western-style building.

It's working time right now, there aren't many people on the street, and Zhan Feng's car seems to be deliberately driving to a remote place, driving around and turning around, and finally arrived at a place that looks like an ancient town Quaint place to hang out.

Zhan Feng parked the car in the outermost parking lot, got out of the car and walked not far, then saw two words written on an old archway: Peicheng.

Still far away, I saw the bustling tourists on the street inside the archway.

In terms of popularity, Pei City is naturally not as good as Xitang and Wuzhen, and it attracts tourists from the nearby cities, but the scenery is not inferior at all. In the past, when he had no job, Zhan Feng liked to come here very much.

But now, even if he had the intention, he didn't have the time to spare.

Come to the archway, the same old Qingshiban Street has replaced the original straight asphalt road.

It is really not suitable for driving on this kind of road.

There are not many small shops with old decorations on the side of the road. Whether they sell food or handicrafts, they all have a detachment that is different from the hustle and bustle of the world.

This point is somewhat different from those ancient towns that are famous both at home and abroad.

Zhan Feng was already very familiar with every plant and tree here, so he didn't stop for a moment, and went straight through the bustling crowd of people, and entered a shop that looked quiet and deserted.

On the plaque at the entrance of the store, there are four words written in traditional characters: "Yun Jian Inn".

The name is full of poetry, and the interior layout is also full of antique flavors. There is a bamboo curtain exuding fragrance at the door. As long as someone opens the curtain and enters, you can hear the sound of clattering bamboo pieces colliding with each other.

As soon as Zhan Feng entered, the person sitting behind the counter raised his head when he heard the sound, but he was not surprised to see him at all: "You are here."

The counter is also made of wood, built very high, with the names of several wines written on it in black and white on red paper, even Nurhong.

The person behind the counter was a 30-year-old woman with a high nose bridge and phoenix eyes, which looked gentler, but there was a cyan birthmark on the right cheek, covering almost half of her face.

However, that gentle temperament seemed to make people unconsciously ignore the existence of that birthmark.

Zhan Feng smiled at her: "Sister Dan, is Uncle Leng here?"

Sister Dan nodded, thrust her chin inward, and then asked again: "Are you busy today, but you haven't tasted my wine for a long time."

Zhan Feng thought for a while, then lay down on the counter, and said in a tone of discussion: "I can't drink wine, there are too many things today, can sister Dan be accommodating, pretend to be drunk and take me back, really I'm too hungry."

Sister Dan raised her eyebrows, although there was still a bit of a smile in her eyes, there was also a bit of doubt: "Are you sure you are too greedy? I am afraid you want to bring others to drink? No matter how greedy you were before, you never Breaking my rules."

Zhan Feng's response was just a charming smile.

Sister Dan waved her hand: "Go in."

But Zhan Feng understood that she had already complied.

It went so smoothly once he came in, even after leaving Sister Dan's side, the smile on Zhan Feng's lips did not disappear.

Since it is an inn, of course it is impossible for them to be the only guests.

All the way up the stairs, chatting and laughing can be faintly heard in several single rooms. At the turn of the stairs, a little girl in Hanfu came down in front of her. She was fifteen or sixteen years old, with two cute hair buns tied up. He was carrying a tray in his hand.

Seeing Zhan Feng, she suddenly smiled sweetly, with two dimples showing on her lips: "Brother Feng, you are finally here, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Zhan Feng reached out and patted her little head: "I don't go to class again, so I sneaked here."

The little girl stuck out her tongue: "I'm going to learn how to draw from Sister Dan today, so I'm not slipping."

This sentence sounds too fake.

After speaking, maybe because she was afraid that Zhan Feng would continue to ask questions, the little girl ran down the stairs in a hurry, turned a corner, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhan Feng shook his head helplessly, turned the corner, walked all the way to the innermost side, and finally came to the door of a box called "Crescent Moon Pavilion".

He knocked on the door, and a thick middle-aged male voice came from inside: "Come in."

Zhan Feng pushed the door open and went in. Behind the huge wooden table, only Uncle Leng was sitting alone, with a pot of tea in front of him, the fragrance of tea was wafting.

Zhan Feng raised his eyebrows: "Is there finally no one else today?"

Uncle Leng poured out a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him: "Have a cup of tea."

Zhan Feng picked it up unceremoniously, blew twice, then straight up his neck and drank it down.

Seeing him drinking like a cow chewing peonies, Uncle Leng couldn't help but frown slightly: "You have wasted all my good tea."

Zhan Feng also poured the teacup upside down like a wine glass, and sure enough there was not a single drop left: "Don't be wronged, pay."

Uncle Leng couldn't help but chuckled, "You."

Only then did Zhan Feng sit beside him: "Why did you suddenly give a secret signal that day? Who are you suspecting?"

Zhan Feng and Uncle Leng hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they were by no means as unfamiliar as he said that day.

Speaking of it, it was really a long time ago, as far back as the year when Zhan Feng was eight years old.

Eight years old is the age that cats and dogs hate.

However, Zhan Feng does not have the blessing of being disliked by adults all the time.

That year, my grandfather fell ill suddenly, and my parents had to immediately take over the business from my grandfather, and they were very busy.

They hardly care about their brothers.

And his elder brother is a few years behind his age, and he is tired of his studies all day long, so he also has no time to talk to him.

The one who was with Zhan Feng all day, except for his teachers and classmates during class time, was the nanny who took care of him.

The nanny was completely double-faced, she looked gentle and pleasant in front of Zhan's father and mother, but when she was alone with Zhan Feng, she was almost cold and completely ignored.

Zhan Feng was a naughty child when he was young, even if he told his parents, he couldn't gain trust.

Compared with an adult with comparable acting skills, his protests from a child are almost useless.

And it is often understood that it is because of naughtiness that he bullies this honest and kind nanny.

After a long time, Zhan Feng didn't bother to protest anymore.

She left him alone, and he was more at ease.

If he was hungry, he would buy some food by himself, since his pocket money would never be broken anyway.

The nanny has no sense of responsibility for him, and naturally she will not remind him of such trivial matters as not revealing his wealth. As a child, he goes in and out of supermarkets, canteens and restaurants in front of the school with a thick wallet every day. When he opened it, there was a stack of hundreds of yuan bills neatly brushed inside. Over time, he was watched by people.