"Chen Zhen, a good name. Why don't you stay in a private school and go to school? Come here to listen to books. Be careful to ask the teacher to find out and hit you."
While speaking, Yan Yan added tea to Chen Zhen.
When Yan Yan asked about this, Chen Zhen looked helpless: "Forget it, just drink wine. I just can't wake up all day. Not to mention the thugs, I'm so good that I can't wake up today.
You can't even teach your studies."
The childish little face looked like a little adult who hated him for not fighting, which was very cute.
Yan Yan thought this child was interesting and liked to talk to him. It was not a good thing to just skip class after all.
Thinking of his mother being unable to speak and relying on buns to support her children's studies, Yan Yan rewrapped the water chestnuts on the table with lotus leaves.
Pushing Shui Lizi to Chen Zhen, Yan Yan smiled and said, "I saw you sitting there just now and telling a book with the gentleman. You have probably been annoyed by the story you told today. Since that's the case, why not go back earlier."
While speaking, Yan Yan had already stuffed the lotus leaf bag wrapped in water chestnuts into the child's hand: "Sir, you are drunk, it's good to read books by yourself. You must know that reviewing the past and learning new is also an important way to study. These water chestnuts
I'll give it to you. If you can't eat it, ask your mother to peel out chestnuts and steam it for you to steam it in the stew. It's crispy and fragrant, and it's delicious."
Chen Zhen put the lotus leaf bag back on the table and shook his head: "I won't leave, I want to listen to the book here."
Yan Yan was speechless to the stubborn child: "But you can recite it all, what else is there to hear?"
Chen Zhen shook his head seriously: "Although this story is told every day, I have never heard of the ending. I want to wait here to see if I can hear the ending today."
Yan Yan was shocked.
Say it every day?
But why never talk about the ending?
She subconsciously turned her gaze to everyone who was listening to the book below...
Most of the people below were the people living in this town, but from their expressions, they all listened seriously...
The people in the town all had extremely excited faces, and their eyes were fixed on the old man who was telling the story on the stage. Such an expectant expression would never be able to show off together.
These people seem to have never heard of this story.
But just now, Chen Zhen followed the storyteller to learn, and she saw it with her own eyes. This child was able to learn his book with all his emotions, obviously not listening for one day or two days.
Could it be that all the people in the town have collectively lost their memory?
Yan Yan felt something was wrong.
She looked sideways at the side of peeling the chestnuts, and from time to time she looked at Chen Zhen, the storyteller downstairs.
Chen Zhen’s current attention is mostly on the water chestnut. He has heard this book, but he is waiting for the story that follows...
Then Yan Yan raised her head and looked at Bo Chengxian opposite her.
Then she discovered that Bo Seung-hyun's expression was obsessed with, and seemed to be completely attracted into the story.
The storyteller downstairs is still talking endlessly...
"On this day, the great god of Chaos invited Hu Shen to visit the palace again. After the fine wine and delicacies were served, Hu Shen suddenly burst into tears..."
The story continues, and all the guests in the bookstore are deeply trapped in the story, and the whole tea shop is quiet and weird.
Yan Yan's eyes moved away from Bo Chengxian's focused expression, and turned his head to look at the tables next to him.
She found that the table that came in almost the same time as them, the three men were all focused on listening to books at this moment.
The expressions of the two lever spirits are exactly the same as those of Bo Chengxian, and they look obsessed and addicted...
However, just as Yan Yan was about to withdraw her gaze, the man called the "Young City Lord" suddenly turned around and his eyes met Yan Yan.
Yan Yan was slightly shocked.
The young city lord was obviously not completely attracted by the story downstairs.
The man's pupils were pitch black and his eyes were bright. When he looked at Yan Yan, Yan Yan could clearly feel the abundant fluctuations of the other person's body.
This person also has cultivation and is above her.
Yan Yan felt it briefly. This person's cultivation level was about the primary level of the Nascent Soul, and the spiritual qi scattered on the other party's body was obviously much heavier than her own.
The man's eyes did not stay on Yan Yan for a long time. It seemed that he had just seen her, but he only noticed her visit.
Seeing that she had no other actions, she withdrew her gaze and continued to listen to the story.
Yan Yan also withdrew her gaze and then looked at the guests at other tables...
Then she saw the waiter leaning downstairs at the entrance of the stairs, the shopkeeper behind the counter...
They all looked exactly like Bo Chengxian, and the people downstairs who listened to books, and they were extremely focused...
Yan Yan frowned.
At this moment, there are at least a hundred guests in this huge tea shop. These recognitions seem to be indulging in the stories of storytellers.
Only she, Chen Zhen, and the young city lord at the next table were left, who were not completely attracted by the story of the storyteller.
Yan Yan's eyes subconsciously shifted to the storyteller downstairs.
The storyteller is an ordinary old man...at least she cannot sense the fluctuations of spiritual energy on the old man.
The old man was wearing a long gray cloth gown with a shampoo and a few puddings on his head. In front of him was a gavel, a folding fan and a white veil.
It is similar to all storytellers, sitting upright behind the desk, and the content of the story is full of emotion.
Yan Yan's eyebrows became even tighter.
Books are normal books.
People are normal people.
Why did the story told is like casting a spell, which deeply attracted everyone?
Just when Yan Yan was puzzled, Chen Zhen, who had been focusing on peeling water chestnuts around him, put down the water chestnuts in his hand and began to look at the storyteller without blinking.
Yan Yan looked at him: "Why don't you peel it?"
At this moment, Chen Zhen no longer cared about looking at Yan Yan, and just replied casually: "I just said this before."
Yan Yan frowned and asked, "Does this story end here every time?"
The boy nodded, and said "yes", with a very focused look.
Yan Yan also turned his gaze to the storyteller downstairs again...
"With the kind invitation from the God of Chaos, Shu and Hu, two great gods who live at the two extremes of the world, finally met each other in the God of Chaos, and finally fulfilled their long-lasting wish that they could not see each other for a long time."
"The two great gods fell in love with each other as confidants at the time of their experience, and made an appointment to meet with the great god Chaos at this time of year. In this way, another eight thousand years have passed. The great god Shu and the great god were also in the great god Chaos.
I have been in the palace for 8,000 years.”
"Shu and Hu have become very close friends with each other, and because they go to the God of Chaos to meet every year, the friendship between the two gods and the God of Chaos has also become extremely deep."
"However, every year the gatherings are in the temple of the Great God of Chaos. They accept the warm hospitality of the Great God of Chaos every year. The two great gods were a little disgusted. They discussed and planned to repay the Great God of Chaos for their invitation. So, the two of them were not satisfied.
A great god came up with an idea…”
As soon as the storyteller said this, a sudden scream came from the street: "It's time to go! It's time to go..."