Wang Junlin was really thirsty at this moment. Just as he was thinking that the waiter was taking too long to serve tea, he saw the cute singing girl coming over and saluting him and Nie Xiaoyu seriously.
She smiled with a blush on her pretty face, placed a pot of tea and a handkerchief on the table in front of him, and said: "Two benefactors, my name is Zheng Shuyi, your tea is here. We don't have anything delicious here.
, these are my treasured snacks, please try them."
Wang Junlin felt the simple gratitude of the girl named Zheng Shuyi, smiled gently, and said: "Your name is very good. Your grandfather is a scholar, so he probably named you you! This snack also looks very good.
Looks delicious.”
As he spoke, he picked up a snack the size of a baby's fist and ate it in one bite. Then he took a big sip of tea. He was really thirsty.
"My grandfather did not give me my name. My grandfather said it was my mother who gave me the name." Zheng Shuyi said with a smile, but a trace of sadness flashed deep in her eyes.
"Yes, this snack is really delicious. It has the aroma of apricot flowers." Wang Junlin originally wanted to ask the girl about her parents, but when she thought about it, it was probably something sad, so she just praised her sincerely.
Get some snacks.
"Really? This is called Xinghua Cake, and she made it herself!" Zheng Shuyi brought tea and snacks, but she didn't leave immediately. She wanted to watch her two benefactors finish the snacks. At this time
She was really happy when she heard Wang Junlin praise the apricot blossom cake she made.
Then, when she saw that the pretty little brother next to Wang Junlin didn't eat her snack, she felt a little disappointed. After hesitating for a long time, she mustered up a lot of courage, picked up the snack, handed it to Nie Xiaoyu, and said, "My dear friend, please try it.
Come on! I made this myself, it’s delicious.”
Nie Xiaoyu, who had listened to Wang Junlin before, looked motionless at this moment. In fact, he was collecting and sorting out various stories such as The Legend of the White Snake, Romance of the West Chamber, and Seven Fairies in accordance with Wang Junlin's request.
At this time, she looked at the apricot blossom cake that Zheng Shuyi handed over, and was stunned for a moment. Then, under Wang Junlin's stunned eyes, she took a bite of the apricot blossom cake, and then she probably found that there was an extra gap in the apricot blossom cake, which made it a bit asymmetrical, and
He immediately took a bite on the other side of the symmetrical gap. Wang Junlin could swear that the two gaps were exactly the same in size and arc, and their positions were extremely symmetrical.
"She can still eat. Where did all these things go?" After Wang Junlin was surprised, he was already confused to the extreme.
No matter what Wang Junlin thought, Zheng Shuyi felt very happy when she saw Nie Xiaoyu eating the apricot blossom cake she made and eating it quickly, and her eyes turned into beautiful crescents when she smiled.
Soon, Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu finished the apricot blossom cake sent by Zheng Shuyi, and Nie Xiaoyu continued to be in a daze. Next to him, Zheng Shuyi was a bit crazy and occasionally glanced at Nie Xiaoyu secretly, then lowered his head, and his face changed.
Turning red. Wang Junlin smiled with interest, took a sip of tea with satisfaction, and asked: "When will your grandfather's storytelling end and what will be the next performance?"
The girl wrinkled her nose when she heard this and asked, "Isn't what my grandfather said bad?"
"Not good." Wang Junlin originally didn't want to belittle the old man in front of his granddaughter, but thinking about what he wanted to do later, he chose to tell the truth.
"My grandpa is the best storyteller among the few Goulan people in this area of Wa City. The stories he writes are also the most popular among the people. Many people like his storytelling. Isn't that bad!" What Wang Junlin said, the girl immediately I felt a little unhappy after hearing this.
The girl's reaction was already expected by Wang Junlin, so she naturally didn't mind and said with a smile: "Your grandpa is indeed a great storyteller, but the stories he tells are really not very good and not very attractive!"
Although scholars devote themselves to poetry, imperial examinations, novels, stories, and legends of legends and legends in this world, they are just "evil ways" in their eyes. They are far from mainstream, let alone prosperous. Compared with the Internet novels of later generations in Greater China, The difference in development status is not just a few streets, but the difference between clouds and mud!
Wang Junlin had seen before that Shen Guoer would sometimes buy some popular fairy tales, novels and legends on the market in order to kill time, but one time he saw Shen Guoer's girl fascinated by them and took them over to read. After a quick glance, I found that the content inside was boring and the imagination was extremely lacking.
Of course, this may be because he comes from an era of information explosion, movies, TV series, dramas, stage parties, novels and other spiritual cultures in later generations. Therefore, he is now more confident to wait for Nie Xiaoyu to sort out some stories. If you come up with a story at random, it will definitely be very popular among people of this era.
"You said my grandfather's story is not good, then tell me a better one and I will listen to it." The little girl's tone was unconvincing. She had made a living in Goulan, Wa City since she was a child. It can be said that she had been listening to storytellers since she was a child. The person who grew up telling stories is a real veteran in this field. She said that her grandfather was a leader among storytellers. That was not just a casual statement, it was a fact in itself.
Seeing the unconvinced look on the girl's face, Wang Junlin smiled, looked at her and asked, "Have you heard of "A Chinese Ghost Story"?"
"'A Chinese Ghost Story'? I've never heard of it." The girl was slightly stunned, then shook her head slightly, "Then tell me, let me listen, is it really as good as my grandfather's story?"
Wang Junlin thought to himself, "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" was written by the Qing Dynasty novelist Pu Songling. Is it strange that you have heard the stories in it?
Seeing the confidence on Wang Junlin's face, the girl remembered something, her eyes lit up, she blinked, and she pricked up her ears, ready to listen carefully, memorize it carefully, and tell her grandfather later.
Their life has been difficult. Whether they are storytelling or acting, they are all old-fashioned stories and scripts. They lack new ideas and attract fewer and fewer viewers. They are in urgent need of new stories or scripts to attract more customers. Otherwise, it will be difficult to maintain even the most basic life.
However, good stories and scripts are often sold at very high prices. They simply cannot afford to hire talented people who have the ability to write stories and scripts. Besides, those talented people are not willing to do such a thing that they consider to be tasteless. Seeing it. Wang Junlin was so confident, and the name "A Chinese Ghost Story" sounded very innovative, at least it was a story she had never heard of, so the girl couldn't help but come up with the idea of Wang Junlin's story.
Wang Junlin took another sip of tea, sorted it out in his mind, and wanted to start talking, but found that although he knew the general plot of the story "A Chinese Ghost Story", what he knew was not detailed and complete. If he told it, the effect would not be very good. , So, he turned to Nie Xiaoyu and said: "Xiaoyu, why don't you tell this story to Miss Shuyi."