Chapter 275 The Shopkeeper's

Yes, how did Hong Fu dress like this?

His eyes widened straight at Simajin, and An Bochen's face showed suspicion.

If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as simple, the neck is stretched, and the white is exposed. This delicate figure is actually wrapped under a roll of wide cloak, and the shoulders are wide, long and extremely transparent white cloud shoulders. Although it is amorous, it is very different from Sima Jin's simple dress in the past.

Before An Bochen came up with a second, there was a slight cough in his ear. When he turned around, his father looked at him meaningfully and frowned, as if to remind him of something. And An couldn't help shaking his arms, blocking An Bochen's sight, and his face was embarrassed.

An Bochen was stunned, and then he reacted and couldn't laugh or cry. Today's misunderstandings are really one after another, but it can't be explained for a while, and I don't know what I have become in the eyes of my parents... It's not their fault. Hong Fu's dress and temperament is either rich or noble at first glance. Looking at others like this, he is not a fool who is blinded by lard in the eyes of his parents. He is a fool who wants to eat swan meat. In short, he is a fool.

"The Linglang has a life-saving kindness to the little woman. The little woman is not such an ungrateful person. Naturally, she will thank you at the door."

Simajin looked at the words and found An Bochen's embarrassment at a glance. He resisted his smile and said solemnly.

The kindness of saving my life? Did Hong Fu tell his parents all those things? It shouldn't be. If she said it, why did her parents still look like they didn't know anything?

"What did the girl say? If it hadn't been for the girl who sent my stupid child back and asked the doctor to treat him for medicine, this... Alas..."

As An said, his eyes began to turn red again. Father An knocked on the cigarette rod and sighed repeatedly, which made An Bochen curious and itchy.

What kind of story did Hong Fu make up?

Raising his head, An Bochen saw Simajin comforting An while secretly winking at him. There was a smile in his clear pupils, and there was also a trace of inexplicable affection.

"Uncle, auntie, I have a few words to say to your husband alone. I don't know if it's okay..."

Hearing this, An was stunned and hesitated. An's father, who squatted on the bench, gave An a wink.

"The shopkeeper is at your own. Zhuo Jing and I happened to go out to send away the villagers."

With that, Father An moved his muscles and bones to stand up, looked at An Bochen meaningfully through Sima Jin, and then pulled up An's worried face and walked out of the door happily.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was closed, cutting off the eyes of the lively villagers.

In the room with the smell of dirt and grass, the two looked at each other quietly. After a moment, their faces turned red and looked away at the same time.

"The shopkeeper's..."

An Bochen chewed in a low voice, raised his head in confusion, and asked Simajin, "Hong Fu, what's going on?"

Walking to the bed, Simajin sat down and stared at An Bochen angrily: "I knew you were going to ask endlessly with you."

Simajin's voice was slightly coquettish, but there was a long-lost kindness in An Bochen's ears. Only one woman in the world would talk to him in such a tone, and she would only do the same to An Bochen.

"But you have to tell me what happened. Why did I suddenly return to the village? You became the shopkeeper again. What kind of life-saving grace..."

Scratching his head, An Bochen said with a dry smile.

"That's all, let's start with the life-saving grace."

Simajin blinked his big eyes, smiled narrowly, and pulled up the quilt lifted by An Bochen.

"You were originally a buddy of Liujing Fuyunzhai. Because you are diligent and quick to do things, you are very valued by the owner. Later, because the original shopkeeper returned to his hometown, the owner promoted you to the substitute shopkeeper. The so-called new official took office three fires. You worked hard for your shopkeeper's career. You haven't been home for three years, and you can only entrust someone to send money to fulfill your filial piety. But the good times didn't last long. The original shopkeeper came back and was jealous when he saw that Fu Yunzhai was well governed by you, so he slandered and framed him in front of the owner, so you became a man again. Until a month ago, you planned to go back to Yuanjing Village. When you knew me in Beijing, you went together. Unexpectedly, you met a bandit outside the city and wanted to rob me of the house I was transported back to the inn. You couldn't see it, so I took the initiative to be the shopkeeper. As a result, I was seriously injured by a gangster and almost died. Fortunately, Jin Wuwei, who was patrolling out of the city, was rescued. Next, we will go, and I will invite a doctor for you, send you back to Yuanjing Village, and visit you every once in a while... Well, that's about it."

Sima Jin kept talking, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at An Bochen with a smile: "My story can not only fulfill the lie that you haven't returned to the village in the past three years, but also explain your current injury. How about it? It's not bad."

Sima Jin's slightly teasing voice came to his ears. An Bochen's eyebrows twitched and said for a long time, "I was seriously injured by the bandits... Dare to ask the shopkeeper, what is the cultivation of the bandit? Is it a heavenly product or a divine master?

"Tianpin? Humph, it's just a strong man who hasn't been cultivated yet.

After poofing out An Bochen, who was lost in his eyes, Sima Jin curled his lips and said. Thinking that the Crazy Dragon General who killed the Guannan Blood Road could not even beat a dragon gangster in the story she made up, Sima Jin couldn't help laughing and muttered for a long time, "Who let you show off?"

Hearing Simajin's last words of the weak mosquito worm, An Bochen couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in his heart.

"If you dare to say anything, I'm an imbeasurable and stupid guy. You are the shopkeeper of the heart of the Great Compassionate Bodhisattva... Yes, what kind of shopkeeper are you?

looking at Simajin's unusual costume, An Bochen asked curiously.

"It's an inn." Simajin wrote lightly.

"The shopkeeper who opens the inn doesn't have to dress like this."

"I don't open an ordinary inn. When I send someone to pick you up tomorrow, you will know."

Looking at An Bochen, Simajin suddenly smiled and said, "I have discussed it with Uncle An. When you get better, you don't have to go back to Liujing Fuyunzhai. Just come to my inn and continue to be a clerk."

"It's another guy..."

An Bochen rolled his eyes and his eyes fell on Simajin's wrist. Suddenly, he saw that there were two bead chains on her wrist, one was her own and the other was An Bochen's.

"Red brush, innocence and bead chain are all with you?"

nodded, and Simajin touched the bead chain: "Let me go first. A month ago, you killed too hard, and there was too much evil spirit on the gun, which is not conducive to your recovery. In addition, it is not good for the feng shui of Yuanjing Village. As for the bead chain, I'll lose it for the time being. I'll give you a surprise when it's done.

"What surprise?"

An Bochen hurriedly asked. Simajin left one mystery after another, as if he was deliberately teasing him. An Bochen was also the kind of person who couldn't control his curiosity and was distressed.

"What a surprise to let you know."

Looking at An Bochen helplessly, Simajin grabbed his impatient hand, stuffed back the quilt, and then got up.

"You take another day off and see you tomorrow." With that, Simajin walked to the door.

"Wait... So urgent?"

It took a long time to see him. After a while, Simajin was about to leave, and An Bochen was naturally a little reluctant.

"Yes, there are still a lot of things to do."

Walking to the door, Simajin stopped and turned around and said, "Xiao Anzi, don't you want revenge?"

Without waiting for An Bochen to speak, Simajin smiled and said, "Even if you don't care, I must avenge this revenge."

Sima Jin smiled very touchingly. In her touching eyes, there was a touch of coldness hidden in which An Bochen seemed to have known each other. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she had seen her.

After saying that, Simajin opened the wooden door.

"Wang!"

The three aunts and six women who eavesdropped around the door were scattered like birds and beasts. Simajin was not annoyed. She said goodbye to the An family with a smile, and then entered the carriage.

Yuanjing Village is small and simple, but it is full of tranquility and peace that is difficult to see anywhere in Da Kuang. The sun shines through the curtain of the carriage, lights the girl's slender eyelashes, looks at the hillside of the field outside the window, and the drooping children playing on the bank of the river. Simajin's eyes are getting softer.

"Where are you going now?"

There was a low voice in his ear, but the driver asked.

The driver wore a big bamboo hat and hid his simple face under the bamboo hat. He could faintly see his high temples and the eyes of a cold pool. Just looking at his sharp eyes, he knew that he was not a good person.

"Let's go to Liujing first."

fiddling with the bead chain, Simajin whispered.

"Yes, my lord."