Solitary Si

The crowds on the bustling street were in a hurry, and few people noticed that there was a pub that had been baptized by time on the roadside. The tavern is not open to welcome guests. "A tavern?" A passerby accidentally noticed the black lines on the forehead of the tavern and muttered softly. The signboard has four big characters, a tavern. By some strange coincidence, he opened the door and walked in. "Squeak" The door opened. Behind the counter, a young man in green shirt lying on a wicker chair looked sleepy. He rubbed his slender eyes and slowly stood up while holding the armrests of the wicker chair with both hands. With a gentle smile that remained unchanged for thousands of years, he said softly: "Welcome." His hair is as white as snow, like an immortal in heaven.