That sister actually got into that terrifying big skeleton!
When Meng recalled this, Chen Zhen suddenly shuddered, reached out and pulled the clothes on the head of the bed to put on it. Without taking a look at the face, he opened the door and walked out.
The dim wind lamp was still on the facade of the front yard, and the big cage was filled with white air, and it was erratic and erratic because of the night wind.
My mother had already gotten up and didn't know where to go to work, so she was not in the store.
Chen Zhen walked through the steaming steamer and was about to step out of the house, but his feet were hesitant.
He took it back, picked up a large food box from the kitchen in the backyard, filled it with a full food box of steamed buns, carried it in his hand, and walked into the night...
The old man also looked down at the moment, his eyes faintly.
He did not answer Yan Yan's question, but Yan Yan saw a deep sadness in his bright eyes.
When I returned to Hundu Town, why was the Master so sad?
The Master shook his head gently: "Actually, you have never set foot in Hundu Town."
Yan Yan was confused when he heard this.
What does it mean that she has never set foot in Hundu Town?
Then where is she these days?
But the old man stopped talking and took her to a street.
Yan Yan looked around and found that there were still familiar streets around the day, but there was no lit candle, just like when she helped Xing Yutang come out to find someone that night, strange and cold.
However, Yan Yan has been shopping in Hundu Town these days. Even the dark and gloomy streets at night, she quickly realized that this was the street where the tea shop was located.
Yan Yan looked at the Master beside him in confusion...
Didn’t you agree to take her to find a storyteller? Why did you come back to town after a long journey?
These meanings?
Isn't the old man fooling people, right?
Yan Yan couldn't help but go to see the Master again.
The Master's expression has not changed since he just walked into the black cloud hole until now. The corners of his mouth sank slightly, his nasolabial folds appear a little deep, and his whole body looks deep and gloomy.
But his steps were always calm and he led Yan Yan straight to the tea shop.
Judging from the old man's appearance, it doesn't seem like he is deliberately playing with her.
Yan Yan followed silently and began to quietly look at the surrounding residential buildings.
As she looked at it, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Although the layout of the house street looks exactly the same as that of the daytime, Yan Yan felt that these houses looked obviously older than they looked during the day, and some walls even had cracks...
The only thing that is the whole long street is still lonely and silent, and there are no lights, just like what she and Xing Yutang saw on the night they came out to find someone.
The two of them soon arrived at the door of the tea shop, with thick wooden boards hanging on the spacious and tall facade.
At this time, the tea shop will definitely not open.
The old man stood in front of the heavy wooden board, lowered his head, and his voice was deep: "When it comes, the person you are looking for is inside."
Yan Yan looked at the old man in surprise: "Storyteller lives in a tea shop?"
How is this possible?
She clearly saw that he would walk out of the tea shop every time and then disappear out of thin air on the street.
The Master did not say anything, and raised his hand to hold a black and old wooden board in front of him. He lifted it up hard, picked the iron ring at the top of the board from the hook on the lintel, and leaned gently against the side.
The wooden board is nearly one person wide, just picking off one piece is enough for two people to walk in.
Yan Yan stood quietly by the side. When the old man moved the wooden board away, she saw a dim candlelight reflected from the room.
The candlelight is very dim, but it is very clear and sways slightly.
This silent and light-free long street suddenly became a bit popular because of this dim orange shadow.
Yan Yan suddenly felt an illusion.
She felt as if the entire Hundu Town had disappeared, but in this tea shop, the place illuminated by this lamp, had the breath of life.
When he arrived at the tea shop, the old man seemed to have completely eliminated the concerns of bringing Yan Yan over before, and walked in without hesitation.
Yan Yan was already full of curiosity in her heart, and she was also a little excited because she was about to see the storyteller.
However, the moment she stepped into the tea shop, she was immediately stunned by what she saw.
The tea shop in front of her is not the magnificent, elegant and elegant teahouse where she listens to books during the day.
The tea shop in front of me was dark, and the tattered chairs and benches were piled in the corners at will, and they were already moldy and black. There were also mottled black marks on the surrounding walls, layer by layer, and large patches of dyed on the walls
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There are also straight water marks washed down from the roof due to the leakage of rain, which overlapped with heavy mold spots and fainted on the wall, looking like water from a brush was poured on.
During this period, there were also dirt marks of varying depths and even traces of blood splashing. However, after years, it was washed away by rain and turned into a dull, deep purple.
The wood on the second floor had already decayed from the middle, and the wooden railings on the second floor had also fallen into pieces, and some of them were shaking and hanging on the platform on the second floor, as if there was a possibility of falling off at any time.
There are very obvious cracks on the wall around the corner, and the exposed adobe bricks inside are reflected by dim candlelight, just like a monster pulling open its deformed mouth...
Yan Yan took a while before she came to her senses from the dilapidated scene in front of her, and finally she turned her eyes to the candlelight.
At the front desk of the hall, the long desk is still placed in its original position, and the desk is still covered with a tablecloth, but the color of the desk is no longer bright and bright. There is an ancient bean pottery lamp standing on the old desk.
In the orange halo, there was a storyteller who was slightly fat and wearing a half-old long gown but was washed clean.
In front of the gentleman, spread out a roll of yellowed paper.
Hearing the footsteps of the two approaching, the storyteller slowly raised his head.
It was not until this moment that Yan Yan could see the storyteller's appearance clearly from a close distance.
The face was fair and slightly fat, and the gray hair was neatly tied to the top of the hair with a wooden hairpin, but the eyebrows were all white, as if there were two white silkworms lying on the forehead. The most eye-catching one was the bright eyes.
Seeing the two people coming in, the storyteller was not surprised. His eyes were only swept the Yan Yan's face and stopped on the Master's face.
"Just just for a pot of wine, you will bring people. Tan Xiangzi, you are getting better and better."
He was ridiculed by the storyteller, Yan Yan smiled with his lips and looked at the old man.
I found that the old man had walked straight to the other side of the book case, and placed a long bench against the corridor column. The old man sat on the bench very skillfully, and crossed his legs, so he followed.
It seems like my own warm kang.
Yan Yan knew at a glance that these two old men had a good relationship.
Taking a step forward, Yan Yan bowed and bowed: "Sir, don't blame the Master, I begged Master to bring me here to visit."