New White Snake Asking Immortals

Cool night.

The increase in temperature can enhance the activity of snakes, but if it is too hot, it will still find a cool shade to dissipate heat.

When the weather is hot, a certain white puts on cool summer clothes and changes the business hours. During the day, he can only do business in the morning and noon. In the afternoon, he finds a place to cool down. In the evening, he sets up a stall and works until midnight. The evening is cool. Some money and snacks to rest.

Bai Yujun has only four small tables and several folded bamboo stools.

The burrito business is not good in the evening, because people want to eat something else after get off work, so a certain Bai researched and decided to set up a stall to sell cold noodles and cold soup noodles.

The soup is prepared in advance, with several flavors of light and spicy, slightly different world style.

Step on the bamboo bench and straighten your arms to change the flag sign, monster cold noodles.

Cook some noodles to cool down first, and prepare all kinds of spicy seasonings. In order to have some specialties, I went to the specialty wholesale market to buy some wild vegetables, which can make spicy cold noodles, tomato cold noodles, scallion cold noodles, etc. Six or seven kind of taste.

To be a trolley vendor, you need to make changes according to the environment, not to give up the main product, but also to give customers a choice.

At night, there are few motor vehicles passing in front of the school, and there are many pedestrians.

Sure enough, pedestrians who stroll around in the cool of the night are willing to order some cold noodles.

The small table was quickly filled, and some casual customers simply squatted on the curb with paper bowls and squeaked. The water for making soup was pure water gathered with magic, so they didn't get sick.

A certain white price is fair, the old man is not deceived, and the reputation is good.

One day it was past seven o'clock at night.

Busy and busy, I suddenly raised my head and saw Zhenbei in dirty camouflage clothes.

This kid's face is covered with cement dust, and the rubber shoes can't be broken anymore. Obviously, he has just finished his work as a bricklayer and came out to find food. His hair is like a pig's nest. A white was stunned, not noticing that the cigarette fell to the ground.

"You... are you setting up a stall here?"

The appearance of seeing a ghost may be more appropriate to the appearance of seeing a demon.

Bai Yujun rolled her eyes.

"Didn't you already see it, when did you come out? Don't go to school?"

"I can't go, my family is poor, I went out to work early to make money to subsidize my family expenses. You sell a bowl of noodles for a few dollars. I just finished my work and haven't eaten yet."

Zhenbei pointed to the cold noodle soup and his stomach growled. The cold noodle soup was good and cool. After eating the soup, he could feel fuller.

"I have a good business today. I'll treat you to a meal for free. Sit over there and wait for a while."

"Thank you, just call me if you have something in the future."

There is no need to talk too much. It was possible to fight at any time before and now become friends. It is very strange. Maybe a bowl of cold noodle soup is not worth a few dollars, but it is a friendship.

Zhenbei went to the back of the tree and looked at it. There were some people from the city, looking at their clothes, turned back to the cart and squatted on Ma Luya.

Bai Yujun glanced at it and didn't say anything. It really made him unaccustomed to the past.

I grabbed the cold noodles with my little hands and put them in a bowl. I gave them two servings. I added soup, cucumbers, tomatoes, and spicy peppers. I added two more boiled and peeled eggs. After thinking about it, I added a little green andrographis, and handed them with a pair of chopsticks. To Zhenbei.

"Eat slowly by myself, I have to work with other customers."

"Okay~"

Put the cigarette in his mouth to his ear, hold the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other while squatting on the cart and pulling it into his mouth.

Bai Yujun shook his head, a very strong boy. Others were still in junior high school and fell in love and rebelled, but he had to go out to work as a coolie. The poor children were headed early, and the same sky was different.

The dim street lights illuminate the snack barbeque stall at the entrance of the school, the paper umbrella lampshade energy-saving lamps illuminate the trolley brightly, and there are no mosquitoes. Zhenbei feels very comfortable squatting next to the trolley.

There are a lot of customers, and a certain white is very busy.

The adjacent barbecue stalls are noisy and drinking beer, and the meat skewers are sizzling.

Zhenbei was very full, especially the two eggs were very hungry. When he was full and had nothing to do, when the customer left, he went to collect the tableware and throw it into the trash can to help clean the table.

The little stall was busy, but also full.

After a long time, Bai Yujun finally threw a bottle of soda to Zhenbei when he finally had time to make a bamboo stool and rest for a while.

呲~

The kid pulled it open with his hands and drank it all in one breath.

"Boy, why did you come out to work when you are so good? All your skills are wasted."

Hearing this, Zhenbei smiled bitterly.

"I only know how to fight and kill people. Now it's a peaceful time. There's no place to do it. Besides, being hired to kill people is purely evil, so I can only come out and work hard to make money."

"Are you short of money?"

"It's not particularly lacking. My mother has high blood pressure and heart disease. You know high blood pressure. Even if you have money, you can't cure it. You can only raise it. But after a long time, many organs in the body will go wrong. Money, my dad farms and sells grain and goes out to work, and the money he earns is only enough to take medicine."

"What do you do in the city, are you tired?"

"Mason, carrying cement bricks upstairs is not tiring to me."

Bai Yujun nodded. In fact, he couldn't say a lot. Zhenbei couldn't read fate or luck. Naturally, he couldn't see that he had the appearance of Dai Chongxiao in his dark complexion. He sighed and remained silent.

It was late at night, and people who were hanging out in the cool of the outside went home to rest one after another.

Zhenbei helped Bai Yujun to close the stall, and then returned to the work shed with the camouflage clothes full of cement gray.

Bai Yujun pushed the stroller to go home, walked past the street lights and the ginkgo tree disappeared into the dark and appeared under the lights~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The lonely little figure pushed the cart away, and the fat orange cat sat on the cart and looked east West look.

Dogs barked occasionally behind the iron gate on the side of the road, and only a few taxis passed through the street.

The signs of Internet cafes are flickering with lights, and there are more rolling shutter doors along the street with small advertisements with pictures of repairing numbers. Stray cats jump into the trash cans to find food. The dark alleys are like choosing people and eating monsters with big mouths.

The street lamps are dimly lit and dim, and the shadows of the white dragon and the orange cat are elongated...

Go back to the rental house, simply take a shower, put on soft pajamas, lie on the bed, curl up into a ball and sleep soundly, the wind blows the curtains, and the shoebox beside the bed is full of coins and change...

An ordinary day is over.

Occasionally, I would sneak back to see my parents and sisters, and I would often stand downstairs in the community to watch the lights go out...

...

From that day on, Zhenbei would come to help set up the stall every night after work, and the salary was a bowl of rich cold noodles.

Perhaps it was because no one spoke when he was out. As abnormal creatures, they always had a lot of common language. After chatting a lot, they got to know each other. Bai Yujun finally understood why this kid was so suffocating.

He is a ninth-generation war spirit. He died several times in battle and was reborn with memories. This life is like the tenth generation. As the saying goes, it is suitable to describe Zhenbei.

The spirit of the army, the spirit of the army, was born for war.

Zhenbei guessed that it was Bai Yujun who fell from the dragon that day, with a huge body and terrifying combat power.

It's rare that the two monsters coexist peacefully without fighting.

Except for rainy days, I usually set up the stall on time, and I paid all the money. I can’t do anything in vain. Gradually, the small cart has become a gathering place for familiar friends and relatives.

The younger sister often comes for lunch at noon, Yun occasionally comes to help, and Zhenbei only comes to fight at night.

Small energy-saving lamps illuminate the cozy stall...

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