There are not many hotels in the hotel, but many dine-in.

I will get busy as soon as it is time for dinner.

Zhang Ruochen could do very little, just help pick up dishes, add firewood and deliver water, and was responsible for feeding scalpers and two big white geese.

Lao Mu is a versatile man who can make wine, work hard, repair walls and turn over tiles, and cook vegetables. When he is free, he can play wooden slogans and sing a vicissitudes of music.

"A hundred years are like drunkenness, and the heart is full of spring.

Lying high in the east mountain, there is a cloud.

Anger, right and wrong are slapped in the face, and they are gone, and there are countless people in ancient and modern times."

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The wood tie is a round stick and a rectangular wooden strip, which consists of musical instruments, and when they hit, the sound is mixed.

Zhang Ruochen was idle and learned the wooden tying and tone.

A few ups and downs every day are quite interesting.

Time is like water and the years pass by.

Xiaolin is sixteen years old and has a graceful and elegant child. He also learned to make red makeup and dress up. He even fell in love with a boy named Yun in the town.

It was the 28th year that which girl was reluctant to move?

They promised their lives under the big locust tree outside the inn, snuggling under the moon, and carving the names of two people on the stone wall.

It is the best thing and the best time.

It naturally has an impact on Zhang Ruochen, and the work he needs to do has become more than before!

Until that evening, the young man surnamed Yun came to the inn and said goodbye to Xiaolin. He was going to a sect thousands of miles away to learn martial arts, promising that once he was admitted to the sect, he would take Xiaolin over.

But he never came back after leaving.

I heard from the Yun family that the young man successfully entered the sect and worshipped by an elder. He now has a bright future and is dedicated to martial arts. He has little contact with his family, but he only sends a letter back to his family every year.

Xiaolin was very confident in the boy. Every evening, he would wait under the big locust tree, looking at the sunset and the most beautiful place in the sunset.

Ten years have been like a day.

Over the past ten years, Lao Mu has asked a matchmaker many times to help Xiaolin find a suitable husband's family. He has also found a lot of them, and the conditions are very good, but they are all rejected by Xiaolin.

No matter how good a husband's family is, how can it compare to the sunset ten years ago?

She firmly believes that one day, the young man in her heart would drive a car from the setting sun at the most magnificent dusk, pick her up and leave. This is the oath between them!

That's it, another ten years have passed.

Lao Mu is also as gray as Zhang Ruochen. He is seriously ill in bed and can no longer cook or sing.

Zhang Ruochen sat beside the bed, held his hand, and asked, "Old Mu, if there is a chance, you can recover from serious illness, and even live to one hundred or two hundred years old, would you like to?"

Lao Mu shook his head with his eyes closed and said weakly: "No need, I have lived enough to live to this age! Apart from Xiaolin, I have no thoughts in my life, and I don't want to hope for anything anymore. Old man, you can still live... Xiaolin... Xiaolin... Dad can't accompany you......"

Xiaolin is actually no longer Xiaolin.

This year, she was thirty-six years old and became the new shopkeeper of the inn.
Chapter completed!