New Times Inn

    In the rainy night, a man hurriedly walked through the alley, his body was injured, and the blood left a trail of traces on the slate, which was quickly washed away.

    He hasn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

    This is a quiet ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. It used to have a long history and legend and beautiful scenery, but now these have nothing to do with swordsmen.

    The swordsman is as busy as usual every day, avoiding the pursuit behind him.

    He is very famous, but fame may be the least valuable thing in this world. When he dies in a certain alley tomorrow, his death may only cause so much in the world The discussion for a while, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

    The current swordsman is in pain, he needs a place where he can rest for a while and preserve his strength.

    Just around the corner, the swordsman suddenly saw an inn in front of him.

    The inn was bright and dignified, and it suddenly gave people a warm feeling in the pouring rain. The warm yellow light penetrated the heavy rain and fog.

    This inn is too bright…

    Even in the rain, the light is so bright that the swordsman can see it at first glance, even if it is now in several other shops around The light is on, but it is still not as conspicuous as it is.

    The swordsman only hesitated for a second before walking towards it. At this moment, he needs a place to recuperate so that he can continue to avoid the pursuit of those behind him, no matter where it is, even if Just drink a sip of hot soup, he will have a little more strength to set off again tomorrow.

    This is an ordinary-looking inn.

    There are some moss growing on the walls of the inn, and there is a sign on the door. There seems to be nothing strange. There is a sign on the door, which simply says "Inn". Character.

    —No Name Inn.

    The swordsman pushed open the door of the inn in the rainy night. The moment he opened the door, a scent of flowers floated to his side along with the heat coming from his face.

    The smell was so unforgettable that he recalled his first encounter with that person many years later, and it was always the warm and floral fragrance.

    "Please, this guest."

    A voice came from the room, the voice was hoarse.

    "Excuse me, guest...Are you still staying at the hotel?"

    …

    Feng Qing, 25 years old this year, plays the role of the shopkeeper in a Hengdian inn, entertaining guests who come to visit.

    On a certain day in a certain year, when she opened her eyes and was about to open a shop as usual, she suddenly found that the scenery outside the Hengdian Inn where she had been working for a long time had completely changed.

    Ah, this mountain, ah, this cloud, ah this sky...

    Feng Qing looked down at the phone in her hand.

    The group where she usually spends most of the water is still constantly brushing sand sculptures and new melons, a very familiar girl said, [Have you watched the recent TV series that traveled through? It's too sandy, and the heroine's acting skills seem a little retarded, how can there be such exaggerated acting skills in the 21st century...]

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    Seeing the chat messages that kept popping up, Feng Qing twitched the corners of her mouth.

    Got it.

    First stop and stay in the house, don't get killed.

    The most important thing is... Feng Qing pursed her lips and made up her mind.

    Don't be taken for a fool.

    "I have absolutely no idea how...but whatever, I'm not an electrician either."

    She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to the boss who often came to check and fined her wages, [Boss, I didn't go to work this morning, didn't you find out? ? 】

    【What do you say? Aren't you there. 】 Her boss replied.

    【Where am I? 】

    [There. 】

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    [There. 】

    Feng Qing waited for a long time, and the boss didn't send a message again. She shivered suddenly and touched her arm.

    The tone of this reply has nothing to do with the greasy boss at all, a smell of being parasitized by God.

    Feng Qing felt that she had lost her san value this morning. She felt that she had to do something to restore her san value, so as not to make herself crazy.

    …

    About 20 minutes later, Feng Qing turned on the air conditioner, cooked instant noodles in a small electric cooker, opened a bottle of iced Coke, and watched the newly released game guide video with Erlang's legs crossed. Coke suffocated half a bottle, and then hiccupped.

    "Hiccup, that's great." Feng Qing looked lazy.

    She also thinks that she is too easy to satisfy, how can a bottle of Coke and a bowl of instant noodles make her san value restored? She actually thinks this kind of life is not bad now.

    "Wait a minute, don't call my mother first, what if it's another conversation that loses san's value, what can I do?" Feng Qing thought, she was still refreshing After chatting, an idea that took ten years to come up with cerebral thrombosis suddenly popped into my mind, "Since there is an Internet... Can we order takeout here?"

    - Half an hour later, Feng Qing held a box of Meituan's sweet and spicy duck wings with trembling hands, and stared at the inn with a god-like look.

    "Yes, I have decided not to leave this inn for the rest of my life." Feng Qing easily made a lifelong decision.

    "I decided to live with this inn for the rest of my life. No matter whether we are poor or rich, sick or healthy, we will love and cherish each other until death can separate us."

    …

    A knife slashed his neck, and his scream slowly turned into an air sound.

    The sound gradually became inaudible in the gradually increasing rain, and the doors and windows of the surrounding houses were tightly closed.

    They didn't seem to hear the scream.

    But even if they heard, they wouldn't open the door.

    These ordinary people who often see Jianghu people already know how to protect themselves. For them, pretending to be blind or dumb is not a bad choice.

    "It's not him." A man in black knelt down at the feet of a blue-white man, he said, "I'm afraid he has already run away."

    "Chase again." The blue-faced man said, "He is seriously injured and can't run very far. As long as he is caught, his head will be cut off."

    They are chasing someone.

    A well-known swordsman in the world.

    No one knows his name, no one knows his name, his name is synonymous with a knife, it can even be said... he is a knife.

      I really can't help it, what can I do with love?"

    Fortunately, the inn took into account the experience of the guests, so they deliberately hid the air conditioning and heating in a hidden place...otherwise Feng Qing would be really a headache.

    "Then what should I do?" Feng Qing glanced out the window, "This place is beautiful, birds and flowers are fragrant, but I don't know which dynasty I passed through, and what was the background of this dynasty? what."

    Feng Qing held a cup of Coke in a tea cup and drank it at the door for a long time, when suddenly the door opened, and an aunt came out with a basin of water.

    "Oh, this inn has been empty for a long time, and finally someone is there. Are you the new manager of the inn?"

     "That's right." Feng Qing said inexplicably.

    "Since we are here, then we are neighbors. When will you hire a buddy? I have a relative who is good at cooking. I will introduce you someday..."

    Feng Qing doesn't like talking to strangers very much. To be precise, she has a common problem that modern people have - social fear.

    She may have to choose to work in Hengdian in order to make a living, but this does not mean that she is a person who communicates well with others.

    Feng Qing nodded casually, then pushed the door and fled into the inn. The moment the door was closed, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she was alive again.

    "Mother, don't say hello to others." Just after Feng Qing entered the inn, a young man came out from the opposite door and dragged his aunt.

    "What's the matter? We'll be neighbors from now on."

    "What, that person looks weird. It's been chaotic outside recently, don't make trouble..."

    …

    "It seems that I have to recruit some clerks." Feng Qing thought, "If no one is recruited, it will look a bit strange, and will it attract others' prying? In case anyone doubts Now... will the officials take me away?"

    Feng Qing hesitated for a while, opened Baidu, and searched how to write a recruitment introduction in traditional Chinese and classical Chinese. When she opened the door just now, she saw the doors of the shops on the opposite door. A sign in traditional Chinese characters.

    After finishing writing, Feng Qing raised her head and suddenly saw that the window was already covered with clouds, and the heavy rain was coming. She touched her arm, and then she understood why she suddenly felt cold.

     "Let's put up this recruitment profile first." Feng Qing said, "I don't know if someone can come... Forget it, I wish you were hooked."

    She hung up the recruitment profile, it was getting late, and mosquitoes began to appear gradually. Feng Qing picked up the Liushen and sprayed it everywhere.

    In the evening, Feng Qing thought that since they had all crossed over, it would be better to be a bit old-fashioned, so she lit an oil lamp, wore simple linen clothes, and held the duck wings that were not eaten at noon. And cold Coke, continue to look at the phone by the light.

    "Boom--" The faint sound of thunder came from a distance, Feng Qing looked up and saw that the raindrops had slowly fallen.

    The smell of earth drifted in through the window.

    "This little day...doesn't it feel any different from before the time-travel, but..." Feng Qing said.

    When she said this, she suddenly stopped talking. After a long time, she suddenly lowered her head and smiled.

    The sun is setting and it is getting cold.

    Feng Qing closed the window, secretly turned on a small yellow light, then took out the air conditioner remote control and adjusted the temperature to 25 degrees.

    The room slowly warmed up, Feng Qing tightened her clothes, and then looked comfortably on the sloping bench.