This shout was like a steel needle, piercing the stagnant space.
The people who were listening to books in the teahouse seemed to be awakened from their dreams, and they stood up to look outside, and the entire teahouse became energetic.
Even when I saw thick smoke coming from a certain direction on the street, several guests on the table immediately rushed out.
"The thick smoke seems to be shattered from my alley. Could it be that the alley in my house has gone through water... Let me give you a gift, please give me a gift..."
The people who were anxious to run out to put out the fire were clamoring and the people who were watching the fun while their necks were watching.
The guests upstairs also pushed open the carved wooden windows and looked down...
For a moment, the whole tea shop was in chaos.
But it became more popular than when I was listening to the book just now.
On the tea table next to him, the young city lord and two lever spirits stood up. The servants who were with him were carefully protecting the young city lord and looked at the tea guests who suddenly became chaotic around him with full vigilance.
The stinger who had previously trained people said: "Since the fire has caught, I may come to this tea shop, so we should leave earlier. The young city lord is proud and needs to be careful when going out."
Another cold sneer: "Hmph, take the young city lord as a shield. The young city lord is more calm and responsible than you. I think you are afraid and want to go back. If you want to go back, just go by yourself. I will wait with the young city lord here.
The story begins.”
The slut who loves to train people glared: "I am worried about the safety of the young city lord, whoever is afraid of who is the grandson!"
Another lever, immediately said, "Grandson, call me grandpa."
I love to train people to fight: "Look for a fight!" As I spoke, a white light shook in my palm and I was about to take action...
Yan Yan saw the weapon in the man's hand clearly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the completely unfamiliar face of this man.
However, the man's weapon had not yet been shown, and the young city lord shook his eyebrows and scolded: "If you two want to cause trouble, go back to Canglang City now!"
The stinger immediately put away the scattered breath, and with the other scattered spirit opposite, he curled his sharpness and bowed to the young city lord.
Bo Chengxian also came to his senses from the story just now, stood up and looked out the window.
Seeing the sound of gongs and drums on the street and the thick smoke rolled, Bo Chengxian said to Yan Yan: "This fire statue has become a powerful force. The sect leader, please wait here. The disciples go out to see if they can help."
Yan Yan nodded: "Go and be careful."
Bo Chengxian responded and went straight from the window on the second floor.
In a strange place, there was no caravan following him. The white chain was too iconic, so Yan Yan instructed Bo Chengxian to put away the white chain he had with him in the past and only use the common silver sword.
There was too much noise in the teahouse, and no one noticed Bo Chengxian's departure.
At the table next to it, the three of them sat down quietly to have tea, waiting patiently for the storytelling to start again.
The guys and shopkeepers downstairs have begun to busy collecting tea money, greeting guests, and maintaining order in the bookstore...
It seems that the whole world has come back to life because of this fire.
Yan Yan clearly felt something was wrong when she was telling the story just now, but her face was calm and peaceful.
After peeling the water chestnut in his hand, Chen Zhen stood up and stretched his waist long.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Yan Yan asked with a smile: "Why don't you wait? Haven't you heard of the story behind?"
Chen Zhen shook his head: "I won't talk about it today."
Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and looked downstairs. The storyteller was still sitting behind the desk without moving.
Chen Zhen knew she didn't believe it and said, "It's like this every time. It's almost the place that was cut off today. There are always all kinds of things interrupted, and I'm used to it."
After saying that, Chen Zhen put the water chestnuts on the table into the empty tea bowl that had been drunk and turned around and was about to leave.
Yan Yan called him and pointed to the water chestnut on the table: "I'll give you these."
Chen Zhen narrowed his eyes and smiled, then turned back, split out a small half of the water chestnut, and handed it in his hand to thank Yan Yan again.
Yan Yan smiled and said, "Take it all for food, let your mother make water chestnut buns for you if you can't eat it."
Chen Zhen shook his head: "My father said, don't be too greedy in life. I have eaten a lot of my sister today, so I took these back to make steamed buns for my mother, which is enough."
Yan Yan was surprised that the child's tutoring was actually.
Chen Zhen had turned around and ran downstairs.
Yan Yan's eyes turned downstairs, and saw Chen Zhen holding a water chestnut in his hand, passing through the bustling crowd neatly, and quickly disappeared at the entrance of the teahouse.
The young city lord from the next table finally stood up and said slowly: "It seems that today's story can't be heard, come back another day."
After he finished speaking, he stepped out of the bench with his long legs and turned toward the stairs.
The two lever spirits also quickly stood up and walked out.
When the young city lord passed Yan Yan's tea table, he glanced at her faintly, but his steps did not stop, and the few people quickly disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.
Yan Yan didn't get up.
She turned her eyes down, and she saw that the storyteller had already put away the simple outfits.
I was just still sitting behind the desk and didn't rush to leave, as if I was resting.
The waiter brought a cup of tea with the gentleman.
The gentleman got up and took the tea, exchanged greetings with the waiter, and sat down and drank the tea slowly, as if waiting for the riot caused by the fire to subside.
The green onion fingertips picked up a water chestnut from the table and gently pinched it. The skin of the water chestnut cracked, revealing the snow-white flesh inside.
Yan Yan took out the flesh and put it in her mouth. Her lips and teeth were filled with the refreshing and sweet fragrance of water vapor, just like biting a piece of morning dew.
This water chestnut is really good!
Yan Yan peeled a few more and ate them. Bo Chengxian had not come back yet. When she looked up again, she realized that the guests who were originally full of guests in the tea shop had almost gone.
The storyteller has also finished drinking the tea in the bowl.
The gentleman gently placed the tea bowl on the table, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then raised his head.
The old man turned his bright eyes to Yan Yan and smiled.
Unexpectedly, the old man looked at him. Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.
"I no longer teach books today, why haven't the girl left yet?"
The old man didn't speak loudly, but Yan Yan, who was sitting on the second floor, could hear it clearly.
This old man has no spiritual power, probably has a good voice that has been taught all year round.
Yan Yan smiled slightly: "You can drink tea without books." As he spoke, he raised the teacup in his hand.
The storyteller laughed: "The girl is very kind, but everyone in the world is afraid of disasters, so the girl is not afraid of fire coming to this tea shop."
Yan Yan shook his head: "I'm not afraid of fire, I just want to listen to books."
The gentleman withdrew his gaze and picked up the bamboo basket in front of him: "I won't talk about it today. If a girl loves to listen to books, come again tomorrow."
Yan Yan: "Anyway, the story can't be finished every day, so there is no need to rush to leave."
The old man didn't look up, and walked down the storytelling platform with a bamboo basket and walked towards the door of the tea shop. He turned his back to Yan Yan, leaving only one sentence: "Be a human being, living too well may not be a good thing."
In Yan Yan's eyes, the storyteller carried a bamboo basket and walked slowly out of the tea shop.
Yan Yan also stood up, took a pack of oil paper with the leftover water chestnuts on the table, and flew down the railing, with a light golden light wrapped around her body.
The next breath, the person had already left the tea shop and stood in the middle of the street.
The traffic was coming and going on the street, and it had recovered as usual. The riots caused by the fire just now have been calmed down.
But Yan Yan stood in the middle of the street and looked around, but he did not see the storyteller.