The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Recently, in many streets and alleys of Haicheng, a shop called Xiaolutang has opened.

Perfume is foreign perfume, which has always been used by wealthy ladies and wives, but is rarely used by ordinary people, and now the market is full of foreign products, and there is basically no market for domestic products.

There may be needs for incense sticks and incense sticks for Buddha worship and worship, but the overall demand has been greatly reduced.

As for other small gadgets related to incense, people who occasionally have spare money may make some adjustments, but at this time everyone is more willing to hold money in their hands. It came naturally.

It was becoming more and more difficult to feed their hunger, and a few people still paid attention to the ability to afford incense bags, so they all felt that this store would definitely not be able to open.

But when this store opened, there was a wave of big rewards, free sachets for calming the nerves and helping sleep, and giving them to anyone who saw them. Rich or poor, you can find one or two.

Who would feel good about something like this for free?Most of them are thrown away, but there are also some people who try it with the mentality of not using it in vain, and find that it has a miraculous effect, so they gradually become curious about this store.

When I went in, I found that most of the incense in it was at the market price except for the dew, and the fragrance was good and lasted for a long time, and the shops were everywhere, so gradually there was business.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, he accidentally used his sachet, and thought it was good, not only let the maid secretly put it under Murong Ting's pillow, but also specially bought a lot of it for Ah Fu.

Uncle Yan looked at the thin, monkey-like figure in the rearview mirror, who couldn't get rid of it no matter what, described his appearance, and asked Murong Qian, "Do you know me?"

Murong Qian said, "Just let him follow."

Ah Xiang, Ah Fu, the children in the orphanage, people she had close contact with before, she basically managed them all.

Skinny Monkey, she didn't know if it was his own idea, or someone else's order, but he just followed from afar, so just follow!
Uncle Yan smiled, "It's fine if I don't open a butcher shop next to his house."

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"Deeper and more exposed, where did Mr. Murong come back from?"

Hearing the voice from behind, Murong Ting and Chu Jiu, who had just stepped on the first step in front of the mansion, stopped one after another.

The two turned around, and saw a figure, Gu Yunlan, coming out from the shadow of the wall across the street.

Under the moonlight, his overly fair handsome face is delicate and distinct,
In the night wind, he was simply wearing a shirt and suit pants with his sleeves rolled up. His clothes and leather shoes were dirty, as if he came directly after shoveling the soil from somewhere.

He walked forward step by step, and said, "I'm here to ask Murong Shao for something."

Murong Ting only narrowed his eyes slightly at first, as if he just wanted to see the appearance of the person coming, but he didn't take it to heart after seeing it clearly.

He said, "I don't have anything from you."

Gu Yunlan stopped at the right time, stretched out his hand and said, "Necklace?"

Murong Ting's indifferent eyes turned sharp for a moment, and when he saw Gu Yunlan's body covered in dirt, he understood instantly, and asked angrily, "Did you go dig her tomb?"

The necklace on Murong Qian's mother's hand, after she was burnt to a bad shape, the photos inside were gone, but after processing, it was put into the coffin with Murong Qian's body, and the rest naturally fell into Gu Yunlan's hands.

What Gu Yunlan is asking now can only be the one that the lawyer took out and kept by his father.

That's why Murong Ting was so angry.

Gu Yunlan didn't take it seriously, raised her outstretched hand, and said, "It belongs to her father, it should be by her side."

Murong Ting gritted his teeth, "That's my father's brother's too."

Gu Yunlan laughed, "When I was alive, I drove out the door, but after I died, I posted it."

When Chu Jiu heard this, he clenched his fist and wanted to hit, but Murong Ting stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

Chu Jiu looked at Murong Ting and said unfairly, "Master."

Murong Ting was angry, but looked at Gu Yunlan more pitifully, "I bear you because of Qianqian's face. I won't interfere with how you want to preserve her body, but don't bully me too much."

"No?" Gu Yunlan clenched his fist and went straight to Murong Ting's face, "Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

This kind of attack is a catharsis of strength, without any tricks.

Murong Ting stood where he was, raised his hand to wrap Gu Yunlan's fist, and the two started a game of strength.

Blue veins on Gu Yunlan's forehead and the back of his hands slowly emerged. He concentrated all his strength on his fist, his expression became more and more ferocious, but his fist still couldn't push Murong Ting half a point.

He yelled "Ah" unwillingly, but it didn't help.

This game has not been of the same order of magnitude from the very beginning.

Although Murong Ting is sick now, the foundation laid down since childhood is still there, while Gu Yunlan is born with a weak body, and his body has almost been hollowed out by drinking alcohol for months.

In terms of physique and strength alone, he is not Murong Ting's opponent at all.

Murong Ting exerted a little bit of force, but Gu Yunlan couldn't resist and then lost his strength a little bit. In the end, his wrist was bent and his knees were also bent downward.

He looked down at Gu Yunlan from above, with handsome and resolute features, his expressionless face was especially cold at the moment, like an invincible god.

He said, "I really don't know how Qianqian fell in love with you?"

Gu Yunlan's eyes were about to burst, "You're courting death."

But no matter how tough he is and how unyielding he is, he still cannot change the fact that Murong Ting throws him away like a rag.

So, he drew out the knife hidden in his sleeve, and stabbed at Murong Ting who had already turned around.

At this time, a beautiful female voice came from the courtyard wall across the street, "Be careful."

Before the sound came, Murong Ting, sensing the danger, had turned sideways to avoid it. Instead, he was looking for the owner of the sound, and was almost scratched by Gu Yunlan who swung his knife again.

After he dodged, he quickly glanced at Chu Jiu, Chu Jiu understood, and ran towards the place where the sound came from.

Gu Yunlan wanted to chase, but was stopped by Murong Ting, and the knife fell to the ground because of his trembling hands.

On the flickering street, a woman and a boy ran desperately, and they ran for three streets before throwing away Chu Jiu.

The two hid in a narrow alley, and after confirming that Chu Jiu was far away, the young man complained out of breath, "Okay, what are you shouting for?"

The woman covered her chest with one hand, wiped off the sweat on her forehead with the other, took another two breaths, and then said, "I can't help it at the moment!"

She said with a smile, "I mean! Surrounded by such beautiful men, I would be reluctant to go back if I were Sister Qian!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The boy frowned, "That's Sister Qian's elder brother."

"Brother!" The woman exclaimed in disappointment, "It's a pity."

The boy's small face was wrinkled, and he said unceremoniously, "What's the pity, didn't you say that men don't have a good thing?"