The two walked along the long street towards the direction of the tea shop, and Yan Yan asked Chen Zhen beside him.
Chen Zhen nodded: "Well. As long as you fall asleep in the early morning, you will have the same dream."
Yan Yan frowned and looked at the child walking quietly beside her with a little sympathy.
I don’t know if it’s because of nightmare, Yan Yan could feel that Chen Zhen is obviously more stable than a boy of his age.
"So, you would rather go out and send snacks for your mother before dawn than sleep because of a nightmare."
"Yes," Chen Zhen nodded and responded.
After a while of silence, Yan Yan asked again: "When did you start having this dream?"
Chen Zhen thought about it and shook his head gently: "I can't remember when it started. Now I often have this dream."
After saying that, Chen Zhen raised his head and said, "The tea shop has arrived, and the book has not been finished yet."
Yan Yan suppressed the doubts in her heart and did not ask again, and walked into the tea shop with Chen Zhen.
"Master!"
A familiar call came from next to the tea shop.
Yan Yan turned his head and saw Bo Chengxian walking out of the alley next to the tea shop.
"Why are you here?" Yan Yan asked.
When she came out in the morning, she passed by Bo Chengxian's door. She originally planned to call him with her, but when she noticed the peaceful fluctuations of spiritual energy around his room, she knew that he was still practicing, so she did not disturb him and came out by herself.
Unexpectedly, Bo Chengxian would guess that she came to the tea shop today and was waiting here in advance.
Your apprentice, You Changqing, is indeed a smart and meticulous child.
Bo Chengxian bowed respectfully: "After practicing in the morning, I went to the next door to find my master. I thought my master might come to listen to books today, so I came here to wait."
Yan Yan nodded: "Since you are here, let's continue waiting in front of the door."
Bo Chengxian was stunned.
The person has been waiting, why do you still ask him to wait?
He clearly saw that Yan Yan and Chen Zhen were planning to go in and listen to books, so why did it be his turn to wait at the door?
Did he delay the time he went out with the sect leader in the morning? She was unhappy?
So is this intentional punishment for him?
Bo Chengxian felt a little aggrieved, but he didn't dare to ask.
Yan Yan didn't explain, and took Chen Zhen to the tea shop.
Bo Chengxian was innocent and had no other choice but to stand in front of the teahouse, with his head hanging down and he was very depressed.
Seeing that the two of them were about to enter the tea shop, Bo Chengxian suddenly heard Yan Yan's voice transmission: "You are waiting outside, wait for the storyteller to come out and follow him."
Bo Chengxian stood up straight with a sensation.
It turned out that the sect leader left him outside, and there were other arrangements.
The sect leader was not annoyed him.
Bo Chengxian immediately recovered his spirits and quickly responded: "Address receives the order, please rest assured by the sect leader!"
When he was talking, he stood straight and began to pay close attention to the storyteller in the tea shop.
The tea shop is still full of seats as usual, and the tea shops are full of tea guests.
Despite the crowds, the entire bookstore was very quiet, and all the tea guests were listening attentively and without any chat.
Even the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper were attracted by the story of Mr. Storytelling. When Yanyan and Chen Zhen walked into the tea shop, no one came to greet them.
The two of them didn't care. They saw that the first floor was full and they were familiar with the road upstairs.
There were still not many people on the second floor. When they came upstairs, Yan Yan suddenly discovered that Xing Yutang happened to be here to listen to books today.
His deskmate was still sitting at the lever.
It’s just that the gentleman named Qu Li is missing.
There was already someone sitting in the seat where Yan Yan had sat last time, so Yan Yan took Chen Zhen to an empty tea table inside.
When passing by Xing Yutang, Xing Yutang looked at Yan Yan with his head on his back.
Both of them nodded slightly, saying hello.
The gangster who was at the same table with Xing Yutang was now concentrating on listening to the story, as if he was completely addicted to the story of Mr. Storyteller, and he didn't even know that Yan Yan and Chen Zhen were coming.
Looking at the abnormal dull expressions of the gangster and others, Yan Yan frowned.
At this moment, it seemed that in the entire huge tea shop, she was the only one who was sober, Chen Zhen and Xing Yutang.
Well, there are also storytellers who leave a loud voice.
Yan Yan and Chen Zhen sat down at an empty table with two tea tables separated from Xing Yutang.
No one came to greet them with some tea and fruits, so they had to listen to the book dryly.
What I tell today is still the story of the Spoken God, the Hu Shen, and the Great God of Chaos that Yan Yan heard when he came last time.
The story is about the pain of "Shu Shen" and "Shu Shen" being unable to meet each other, and telling the story of the great god of chaos living in the central heavenly palace.
Yan Yan sat at the table. She did not listen to the story, but looked at the storyteller downstairs without blinking.
Because she had that strange dream last night, in which the storyteller turned into William.
At this time, when she looked at the storyteller again, her mood was a little special. Yan Yan always wanted to see the gentleman's face.
Probably, my dream last night left some psychological shadow on her.
But at this moment it is the real world. No matter how Yan Yan stares at others, the storyteller was seen last time, wearing a shampooed old blue cloth gown.
After staring at the storyteller's face for a while, Yan Yan turned his gaze to others.
Her eyebrows were slightly frowning.
These people all looked full of concentration, as if their entire spiritual consciousness had been sucked into the story and were completely free from external interference.
This scene is really weird.
Yan Yan's eyes were half closed and she quietly released her spiritual consciousness.
The breath in the tea shop is leisurely and peaceful, and there is no sign of fluctuation of spiritual qi, nor is there any evil spirit.
The storyteller is just telling and does not release any spells.
"Actually, I just want to know what gifts did Shu Shen and Hu Shen give to the Great God of Chaos."
Yan Yan was looking at the storyteller when Chen Zhen, who was listening to the story quietly next to him, suddenly said something.
Yan Yan looked at Chen Zhen.
I found that the child's eyes were also looking at the storyteller, but his eyes were full of anticipation.
I come to listen to books almost every day, but I never heard of the ending. Such an experience is a torment for anyone.
Children's curiosity is far better than adults, especially children like Chen Zhen, who have always been awake.
This thought flashed through my mind, and Yan Yan suddenly felt that Ling Taichung seemed to be illuminated by this thought in an instant.
Sobering will cause pain for not waiting for the ending of the story.
For example, Chen Zhen.
on the contrary……
She raised her head suddenly and swept her eyes to the other people in the bookstore at this moment...
If you sink into a story that will never be told, you will be confused. All sensory perceptions are completely dominated by the story, and you will feel that you will hear new stories every day.
It is normal to not finish listening to new stories. If you can’t finish listening to them today, there will be tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow.
In this way, even if you can never hear the ending of the story, it will not be painful, but you will be happy.
Soberness is equal to pain.
Being confused means happiness.
This is the state of sentient beings in this bookstore at this moment.
The person who is drunk and I am alone is a wise man. At this moment, in the bookstore, she and Xing Yutang, the only one who is alone is Chen Zhen.
Yan Yan suddenly felt that maybe Chen Zhen had any connection with this story that he would never finish...