After paying homage to their old friend, they left Qiuyuefang.

Go north.

Mo Yuan asked: "I heard from Mr. Long before that he went to Yuanchuan in the years when he was away from the Taoist temple?"

"Qingshan City in Yuanchuan." Chen Changsheng said.

"I'm going north to Beijing. I'm just on the way. Sir, do you want to go and have a look?"

"I plan to go and have a look."

Mo Yuan nodded and took note of this matter.

Most of Mr. Sir's old friends are ordinary people. When you meet them once, you will lose something. If this is the case, you must not miss them.

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It rained heavily in Qingshan City.

After summer, there are often heavy rains here. You can change into three pieces of clothing a day, long and short shirts, and you even need to wear two after nightfall.

"Pattering..."

The heavy rain fell on the roof tiles, turning into water droplets and falling down.

The crisp sound of the tiles is pleasant to the ear.

Some people hid in the teahouse despite the rain, patted the water droplets on their bodies, and sighed to themselves that the rain was coming.

"This rain is really heavy."

"Who says it's not the case? It's bad luck."

"Where is the gentleman on the stage talking about?"

"Let's talk about "Liao Zhai", I forgot which one."

"Let's go, go in and listen."

Just as he was talking, he heard a sound of waking up wood.

"Crack!"

I woke up and saw the storyteller in the teahouse speaking clearly and fluently, telling stories one after another.

I don’t know since when Tang Ji Tea House stopped telling stories about the past. Most of them are made-up stories. Although there is some lack of truth, they still make people fascinated by the people or things in the stories.

There were many listeners in the teahouse, and their eyes and ears fell on the storyteller on the stage.

When everyone is focused.

But I saw two figures walking into the door of the teahouse.

It looked like a noble prince with a gentleman beside him.

Mo Yuan said: "Sir, was he telling stories here back then?"

Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "It happened many years ago."

The two found an empty seat and sat down.

The waiter at the teahouse came up and asked.

Mo Yuan then said: "A pot of tea, two bowls, and a stack of fragrant beans."

"Okay, come right now."

After hearing this, the waiter went to bring tea and sweet beans.

Mo Yuan handed over the silver and then waved his hand.

The guy left wisely.

"Are you really planning to listen to the show?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Mo Yuan said: "Yes."

Otherwise.

Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly and said, "What did I think was wrong with you?"

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "I just wanted to see what you have been doing these years. I heard you talk about it before, and I was a little curious about what it was like for you to speak on stage."

Chen Changsheng said: "Then you can't see it. At that time, I relied solely on my skills to hold up the stage. It is no longer new now. If you go up, you will be scolded."

"Sir, just go up. If anyone dares not to say hello, I will beat him and say hello."

"I don't like this."

Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the storyteller on the stage. He had met him a few years ago, but he was older than before, and he was a person he was not familiar with.

He came back to his senses and said: "Chen has to go see someone. If you want to listen to the book, just listen slowly."

Mo Yuan nodded and said, "Sir, don't worry about me."

Chen Changsheng nodded, got up and walked outside the teahouse.

When he walked to the counter, he paused and saw Shopkeeper Liu sitting there, doing some calculations.

Chen Changsheng hesitated for a moment, thinking that he would come back later to reminisce about old times, so he left the teahouse without saying hello.

Shopkeeper Liu at the counter seemed to be blocked from the light. When he reacted, he looked up, but only saw a silhouette of his back.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling familiar.

But I didn’t think about it carefully, probably because I have too many acquaintances.

He lowered his head and continued to calculate the accounts.

Chen Changsheng walked down the street until he saw the familiar alley, turned around and walked in.

The moss in the alley seems to have been cleaned up. I remember it was a bit slippery when I walked on it, but it is much better now.

Turning into the alley, I saw an old man with gray hair sitting at the door of the courtyard next to him. He was holding bamboo strips in his hands, as if he was weaving something.

The old man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he saw Chen Changsheng.

He put down what he was holding and stood up.

Chen Changsheng stepped forward and asked, "How do you start doing all this work now?"

It took Ouyang Feng a long time to come to his senses. He lowered his head and glanced at the bamboo sticks he had put down, and then said: "Do as the Romans do, weave two dustpans and get two more meals."

Chen Changsheng asked: "How does it compare to living in the world?"

Ouyang Feng thought for a while and said: "I didn't think it was good at first, but now I feel that Jianghu is not as good as this dustpan."

"Good."

Chen Changsheng smiled warmly.

"yes."

Chen Changsheng said: "Chen will not disturb you anymore."

"Ah, um."

Ouyang Feng was stunned.

He thought something was wrong with Chen Changsheng.

He saw Chen Changsheng walking in and stopped in front of the courtyard door next to his.

Ouyang Feng couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"As expected..."

Immortals also love children.

But he didn't dare to ask, he just pretended not to know.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the door and knocked on the door.

"Coming!"

A voice sounded in the yard.

It's a childish voice.

Yu Hongjin stood up on her tiptoes, flipped the bolt, and opened the door.

"Creak..."

"You are looking for..."

Yu Hongjin paused mid-sentence.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her expression changed drastically.

"Crack!"

The door that had just been opened was immediately closed.
To be continued...