The old man followed behind Gao Yang, his shrinking eyes and slightly trembling body all showed that the old man was full of fear of the strong man in front of him.
The dense mist in the hot spring curled up, and Gao Yang slowly stepped into the pool, very steadily, without any splashing.
The old man stopped two meters away from him and said in a timid voice again: "I don't dare. I will never come to them again."
Gao Yang ignored him and closed his eyes slightly, seemingly enjoying the comfort that the hot spring brought to him.
The old man had no choice but to say nothing. Perhaps he knew that he was doomed. He looked at Gao Yang's broad back, and his chaotic eyes suddenly became sharp. If Gao Yang turned his head at this time, he would probably be surprised by the change in the old man.[
Gao Yang flicked the water and suddenly said: "Keep talking."
The old man's sharp eyes turned into nothingness in an instant, and he turned into an ordinary and lowly old man again. He asked hoarsely: "What?"
"The story just now." Gao Yang said, "I'm very interested in it, let's continue telling it."
"That's all just to trick them, it's all fake." The old man pursed his lips.
"I know it's fake." Gao Yang was a little impatient: "You can keep talking if you want. Journey to the West is also fake. Aren't there just as many people who like to listen to it?"
The old man smiled, seemed to relax, and said: "Then shall I talk from the beginning, or shall I continue from what I just said?"
Gao Yang didn't speak, seemed to be thinking, and after a while he said: "Let's start from the beginning, but it's best to introduce yourself first."
"Hey, when it comes to me, no one within a hundred miles knows about me." The old man said proudly: "Twenty years ago, I was very powerful and well-known in our village. I gave orders.
Who in the world dares to disobey?"
Gao Yang turned his back to the old man and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting. The old man's tone made it sound as if that was really the case.
The old man told stories for an hour, and Gao Yang listened for an hour. Gao Yang knew the stories the old man told were false as soon as he heard them, but he still enjoyed them and became more and more interested the more he listened.
Gao Yang suddenly recalled that he loved to listen to operas when he was a child. The three brothers in Taoyuan and the orphan in Baidicheng were all jokes he loved to hear.