While talking, Tan Xiangzi kept looking at the storyteller.
He always had a premonition that if he gave up this opportunity, they might never have the chance to break the barrier set by the monster again.
The gentleman in front of him, himself, and Zhen'er, the whole town...
Maybe it's over.
However, in his anticipated gaze, the storyteller finally shook his head.
Tan Xiangzi instantly felt a deep feeling of sadness in his heart.
"Just, can't you give it a try?"
Tan Xiangzi's attitude suddenly became extremely humble. His eyes at the storyteller had changed from the expectation he had just turned into a plea, but he never saw any sign of compulsion.
Seeing him like this, the storyteller's expression also became a bit sad.
He could understand Tan Xiangzi's mood, but in the end he still shook his head persistently.
"Others don't know the situation here, but you know it very well. This girl only has the Golden Pill stage cultivation level. If we ask for help, it is equivalent to harming her! If so, what's the difference between you and me and the demon?"
Tan Xiangzi's expression was stunned for a moment, and finally lowered his head dejectedly: "I know, but I...hey!"
He finally sighed heavily, took out the bottle of wine that Yan Yan gave from his arms, put it gently on the table, said nothing, and turned around and walked out.
The storyteller stretched out his hand and slowly took the bottle of wine left by Tan Xiangzi in his hand.
Because the wine pot was held in his arms, the pot was still warm, and the old man couldn't help but feel slightly moist again.
Looking up at the back that had already walked to the door, the same hunched and thin, the eyes gradually became blurred...
I'll part tonight, and I don't know when I see you again.
I don't even know if I can see you again...
After passing the old and dilapidated threshold of the tea shop, the candlelight was hidden by the wooden board. Tan Xiangzi finally couldn't help but pull the sleeve tube and wiped his face hard.
He sucked his nose hard, which was sour, and he looked up the streets on both sides and looked for Yan Yan's figure.
Then he saw the girl's slender figure standing not far away, in front of another lit shop.
That was Chen Zhen’s dim sum shop.
Looking at the girl standing quietly, Tan Xiangzi did not rush to find someone. She leaned heavily on the door panel and waited silently.
Yan Yan actually noticed the Chen family’s dim sum shop before she even walked into the tea shop.
The main thing is that you can't even pay attention.
The whole street was dark and a wind light in front of this shop was on, just like a lonely lighthouse standing alone on the vast sea. It added a little sound and warmth to this deadly quiet little town.
Yan Yan didn't think much about it, and as soon as he walked out of the tea shop, he walked towards the Chen family's dim sum shop.
Chen Zhen once said that his mother got up every day to make snacks at the second hour of Yin, so Yan Yan was not surprised that there was light in front of the dim sum shop.
When I walked to the snack shop, the wooden boards on the door had been removed and leaned neatly beside the shop.
There is a large earth stove on both sides of the door. There are two large steamers on the stove. The flames in the furnace are very prosperous, and the steaming white air on the cage almost opens the lid of the bamboo strips.
There was no one in the shop. Yan Yan guessed that the Chen family's wife was probably busy behind him, so he shouted: "Boss, I'm buying buns..."
She shouted several times before she heard a subtle movement from the backyard.
After a moment, a short figure appeared in the darkness, and it was obvious that it was walking towards this side in the aisle leading to the back house.
But the other party's steps were obviously staggering.
Yan Yan was a little surprised and raised her eyebrows.
Although the light in the aisle was dim, Yan Yan could tell at a glance that this was an old woman of a certain age, and she was definitely not a straightforward and neat wife of the Chen family.
Because he was old and his legs were a little inconvenient, it took him a while before he walked out of the dark corridor and came under the light in front of the door.
Yan Yan looked more realistically at this moment. In front of him was an old lady with a hunched body, with her sparse and gray hair wrapped in a piece of white-coloured turban with an old blue background.
The fancy style of the headscarf is exactly the same as the apron on the old lady, and even the same degree of washing.
The style of this floral fabric looks familiar.
She vaguely remembered that the Chen family's wife was wearing such a coarse apron and a blue cloth and white flower headscarf, which was much newer than the old lady's outfit.
Seeing Yan Yan, the old lady squinted her eyes and nodded her head slightly, without saying anything, and she moved a large cage on the stove in a difficult manner.
Seeing that the old man was going to move the big cage, Yan Yan quickly walked around the counter in front of the door, walked to the cage first, and moved away the floors that the old man was going to move.
Then, Yan Yan and the old man's expressions were dull for a moment.
The two of them looked at the steamed buns in the cage with their eyes unexpectedly...
In the cage, the sticky bean bags that were originally neatly placed were suddenly missing a small tile, but it was obvious that they were taken away by someone.
Yan Yan raised her head, but found that the old lady was not angry at all, her lips were bent and she showed a kind smile.
The wrinkles on her face stretched and changed with the movements of her facial expressions. They looked a little humorous, but they made people feel kind and comfortable.
The old lady's lips twitched, but she never said anything.
But Yan Yan saw a lot of spoiling from every wrinkle on the old man's face.
Yan Yan guessed that the dim sum must have been taken away by Chen Zhen.
But who is the strange old woman in front of you?
While the old lady was packing bean bags for her, she couldn't help but look at the old man carefully.
Although the old man is very old and his bones have become hunched and even deformed due to the destruction of time, the outline of the other person's facial features can still vaguely show his appearance when he was young.
She suddenly realized that the old lady looked a bit like the Chen family’s wife.
She also realized that the old lady had never said a word to her from beginning to end.
Yan Yan suddenly realized.
This old lady is probably Chen Zhen’s grandmother!
There were no customers in the morning, and the wife of the Chen family was about to work in the kitchen and didn't care about the front. The old lady felt sorry for her daughter and came out to help take care of the business.
At such an old age, he still gets up early to help with things. This is definitely a diligent and kind old man.
Thinking of this, Yan Yan immediately developed a good impression of the old man in front of him.
When he took the bun, he handed the five big sons to the old lady. Yan Yan secretly bent his fingers and a piece of silver lump fell into the pocket of the old lady's flower apron.
Yan Yan smiled brightly at the old man: "Thank you, mother-in-law, I'm leaving!"
The old lady reacted a little slow, and she didn't see her lips clearly, and her expression on her face was a little confused.
But when he saw Yan Yan's curved smile, the folds on his face immediately stretched out, showing such a kind smile again.
The old lady looked at Yan Yan quietly and smiled quietly.
Yan Yan suddenly realized that the old lady not only looked like the Chen family’s wife, but also her smile and eyes... were exactly the same as the Chen family’s wife.