So, what is the relationship between Chen Zhen and this story?
Yan Yan suddenly had an idea.
What if she revealed the ending of the story?
This thought was created in Yan Yan's mind, and her eyes immediately released an exciting light full of expectations.
She turned her head to look at Chen Zhen and asked with a smile: "Chen Zhen, do you want to hear the ending of this story?"
Yan Yan herself didn't feel it. Her expression looked like a wolf grandmother who abducted a child.
Chen Zhen immediately turned his face and looked at her, nodding hard without hesitation: "I want to hear it!"
Yan Yan was about to tell Chen Zhen the ending of the story, but a noisy sound suddenly came from downstairs.
The two of them looked downstairs at the same time and saw a car sedan shocking the horses. The horse dragged the car sedan and rushed into the teahouse.
Several benches and tea tables were knocked over at the door, and the moans and scoldings of the injured tea guest were one after another.
The originally quiet bookstore was immediately stirred into a pot of porridge by the sudden change, and all the tea shops who listened to the book went out to squeeze in and watch the fun.
I can't continue to tell the book.
Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Yan Yan and Chen Zhen looked at each other, and their expressions were the same: I knew it would be like this.
Although Chen Zhen is a child, he is not interested in the lively atmosphere at the door. He turned his head and stared at Yan Yan, his eyes shining: "Sister, you just asked me if I want to know the ending of the story. I really want to know, this story
Do you know the ending?”
Yan Yan was about to speak, but his movements suddenly stopped.
The space spoon that had been quiet on her hair suddenly shook slightly.
Yan Yan subconsciously glanced around, and then her eyes stared at Chen Zhen in front of her again.
Chen Zhen also stared at her without blinking.
In those dark and bright eyes, Yan Yan even saw the full expectation and her own reflection...
However, Yan Yan did not continue the topic they had just talked about.
Yan Yan looked at Chen Zhen, then raised her hand and shook it gently in front of Chen Zhen a few times.
Her fingers were less than half a finger away from Chen Zhen's eyes, but when she shook, Chen Zhen's eyes were always looking at her without blinking.
The expression on the child’s real face has never changed.
Yan Yan stood up in horror.
Chen in front of him was real and alive, but he was motionless.
Chen Zhen was frozen at the moment when he asked that question just now.
Yan Yan turned around suddenly, turned his head to look around...
The whole tea shop fell into a dead silence.
The commotion caused by the frightened horses just now, all the tea-catchers were frozen at a certain moment in the past.
At this moment, time and space were pressed at the same time, and only Yan Yan was still there.
This feeling is terrifying and full of weirdness.
"Little girl, it's easy to tell stories, but not everyone can bear the consequences of the story."
A loud voice came from downstairs. Yan Yan suddenly lowered her head and saw the storyteller looking at her.
Yan Yan looked at each other and found that the other party had a pair of very bright pupils.
The gentleman looked about forty years old, with his temples and beard slightly gray, but his face was rosy and beautiful, not like the embarrassment of most storytellers who could only survive on their meager salary.
Obviously, the gentleman in front of him is not an ordinary storyteller.
Yan Yan stood up, bowed to the gentleman downstairs through the railing, "Sir, since he can understand my behavior, he must have noticed the abnormality of this town. The story just now, the ending of the gentleman was so easy to tell, Yan was unclear.
, I hope the teacher will give me some advice, what can I do and what cannot be done?"
The storyteller picked up the cover bowl on the table and gently lifted the lid of the cup.
The water inside was as clear and bright as the people around him, and even the wisps of hot air floating on the cover bowl were quietly hanging above the tea bowl.
But the tea that was originally still began to flow normally when it touched the storyteller's lips, and was steaming and sipping it into his mouth.
As a Jindan monk, Yan Yan carefully distinguished this subtle details.
This subtle action instantly made Yan Yan understand.
At this moment, the controller is the storyteller.
She quietly watched the storyteller drink tea and stopped talking.
After drinking the tea, the Storyteller gently put the cover bowl back into the saucer, then slowly raised his head and looked at Yan Yan again: "The things here are not related to the girl, and the girl should not do anything, so she should leave quickly.
.”
While talking, the storyteller had already stood up, put a few storyteller objects on the table one by one, put them into the summer cloth bag with him, and casually carried the bag on his arm, then walked out of the door.
"gentlemen!"
Seeing that someone was about to leave, Yan Yan was a little anxious, called out, and jumped down from the second floor.
But the storyteller's figure was faster than her. Without seeing the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him, he had already left the tea shop.
The surroundings were always silent, and the storyteller's plain long gown was swaying lightly without wind, and it was relaxed and splashed.
Bypassing the horses frozen in front of the door, the crowd of people with different expressions disappeared in front of the door in a blink of an eye.
It is too long to describe it, and Yan Yan only has to count breaths when she chases her out.
When she stood in the street and looked around, the storyteller had long disappeared.
Just when Yan Yan stood in the street, the time and space around him seemed to thaw instantly, and he instantly returned to his usual appearance.
Pedestrians were bustling with each other, and the horses in front of the teahouse were neighing, accompanied by the dispute between the shopkeeper and the friend and the car owner, and Yan Yan's ears were poured into Yan Yan's ears.
The space spoon between Yan Yan's hair trembled again at that moment.
Yan Yan knew in his heart that the man had left.
"Master!"
Bo Chengxian's hasty call came from behind.
Chasing Yan Yan, Bo Chengxian saw Yan Yan's serious expression and rubbed his hands with a little innocent: "Master, my disciple just now followed the order of Master, and stayed in front of the tea shop before he was away from him and did not dare to relax at all, just wait for the storyteller
Sir, come out. But..."
But Bo Chengxian didn't know how to express the words afterwards.
The main reason was that he himself didn't know what was going on. By the time he realized it, the bookstore inside had long dispersed and the storyteller disappeared.
Even Yan Yan was already standing in the street.
But when all this happened, Bo Chengxian felt like he had lost his memory and had no impression at all.
Seeing that Bo Chengxian was full of self-blame when he was talking, Yan Yan comforted: "This matter has nothing to do with you, this gentleman is not an ordinary person."
Seeing that Yan Yan did not blame him, Bo Chengxian felt even more guilty and said, "I will go to visit today to see if I can find out the residence of this storyteller. He comes to this tea shop every day and thinks he lives in it.