After Lu Feng and Lao Huang devoured their food, Lao Huang wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth with his generous palms as usual, showing a satisfied smile.
His yellow teeth became more obvious.
"Look at your character, can't you be more polite? Pay attention to your identity." Lu Feng cursed with a smile, and said that he also wiped away the grease stains from the corner of his mouth with a slap.
This was their customary action when they were wandering, after eating and drinking.
"Go and have tea."
Lu Feng patted his butt and stood up.
The two went to a teahouse again.
Looking for beauty.
This is the place where Lu Feng and Lao Huang used to come often. As long as they could get some money, they would get clean, pretend to be decent, pretend to be fat and drink tea here.
Lao Huang said that the tea here was brewed well and tasted good. In Lu Feng's opinion, Lao Huang took a fancy to the waitress here.
He has a good figure, looks good, has a very good temperament, and has a very nice voice. It is a great pleasure for Lao Huang every time he comes here to drink tea.
Lu Feng discovered this because every time Lao Huang came here, he would not show his teeth when he spoke, for fear of exposing his old yellow teeth.
The layout of the teahouse is still the same as before. However, what is different from the previous impression is that there is a small stage here for storytelling.
An old storyteller and a young Ai.
Lu Feng definitely suspected that Lao Huang was here for Xiao Ai.
Lao Huang said softly: "Xiao Feng, this place is very popular now. It is much more popular than when we came here. Why? The tea is still the same as before, but many people come to listen to the books."
"The old man who told the story had experienced the suffering of the war and witnessed the difficulties that the war had brought to the country. Therefore, when he talked about history, it brought vicissitudes of life and made people feel the atmosphere of history, which has a very unique charm."
"And the girl named Xiao Ai has a dignified appearance, a plain voice with a melancholy rhythm, and a modern flavor. The two of them sang in harmony, which made people reminisce about history and lament how much the blood of their predecessors has brought today.
It is not easy for some emotionally indifferent workplace managers to be spiritually baptized and awaken their inner indifference."
Lao Huang said philosophically.
Lu Feng smiled and said: "Old Huang, which book did you memorize it from?"
Lao Huang showed his yellow teeth and said, "You can tell by listening to books."
"oh?"
Lu Feng immediately became interested in making Lao Huang, an old beggar, understand life, which was undoubtedly similar to the blossoming of an iron tree.
The two of them went to the teahouse. As expected, it was crowded with people and the scene was lively. It was much more lively than in memory.
Lao Huang left for a while, and after a while, he took a seat in a relatively good place for listening to books, and called Lu Feng to come and sit.
"Special relationship." Lao Huang said with a grin.
Lu Feng smiled slightly and said: "Low-key."
Lu Feng and Lao Huang always understand each other tacitly and understand each other very well.
Order a pot of good tea and wait quietly for the story to be told.
Sitting next to Lu Feng were six well-dressed young men.
All of them have handsome looks, noble speech, and a sense of giving advice. They drank tea and talked about the current facts. However, the storyteller named Qingchun Xiaoai was the one they talked about the most.
"Xiao Ai, this is a good name."
"Not only does the name have a good name, but the figure is also better. The waist is as foldable as a willow. Compared with hers, today's A4 waist is vulgar." A handsome young man's eyes were full of exaggeration.
"Little Ai's voice is like an oriole coming out of the valley, and its breath is like an orchid. Although it is not a stunning beauty, it is the rare Xiaojiabiyu that is even rarer than stunning beauty." Another white-collar man said with all the lustful meaning.
"Hey, you guys, don't be so literate. You say that a storyteller is extremely beautiful. How much is she worth per night?" Another young man who looked like a playboy had a look of disdain on his face.
"Haha. That's right, take her to drink tea tonight." Another person said flatteringly, "I'll go talk to your manager later and I'll make arrangements."
"Give a few of us a few to read alone at night. It must be a different feeling."
Lu Feng frowned.
Lao Huang immediately felt the aura on Lu Feng's body and turned to look at Lu Feng.
He has really changed!
Lao Huang also heard the six people's dirty talk.
After a while, an old man and a young man stepped onto the storytelling stage.
The old man is wearing a long cloth shirt, and the young girl is wearing the recently popular Hanfu.
Lu Feng also noticed that the girl was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which made people feel fond of her.
His temperament was completely different from the Han Yaoyao Lu Feng had seen.
Lu Feng said to Lao Huang calmly: "Is she Xiao Ai?"
Lao Huang nodded.
The old man stood on the stage and glanced down the stage with his deep eyes. When he saw the six young people, he frowned. When he looked at Lu Feng, his brows moved greatly and his body trembled slightly.
Xiao Ai felt the subtle changes in her grandfather and whispered: "What's wrong?"
The old man calmly whispered: "There is a big shot today."
Xiao Ai was horrified. She knew that the big shot her grandpa mentioned was a leader in the army, so she couldn't help but follow her grandpa's gaze and look at Lu Feng.
Xiao Ai looked at Lu Feng without leaving any trace.
He is young and handsome, and has a unique aura about him that Xiao Ai can detect at a glance.
Lu Feng nodded and smiled slightly at Xiao Ai.
Xiao Ai didn't expect that the other party would notice it and nodded slightly in return.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we can't wait any longer." The young people at the table next to Lu Feng began to boo.
"Miss Ai, we are so hungry and thirsty."
There was a teasing tone in their voices.
The old man was full of anger and said loudly: "Today we will talk about the most tragic massacre during our country's Anti-Japanese War."
"Wait a minute! Stop talking about that. There's nothing nice to hear about that. We just want to hear the enemy being torn apart with our hands and having his forehead exploded with one palm." The young man next to him interrupted the old man's words with a roar.
The old man said solemnly: "The anti-Japanese drama distorts history. The Japanese are really powerful, and they are hateful because they are powerful... The blood of our ancestors cannot be used to please the younger generations or win applause."
At this time, a tall young man among the six people stood up and said: "Old man, it's okay if you didn't give me face before. But this is the first time my brother comes here, and you must give me face. Today, you have to say whatever you say, and you can't say anything."
You have to say it too.”
"Tell me. How much do you want before you tell me? Make a price, everything has a price." Another slightly thinner young man said in a condescending tone.
"I want you to tell me today the wonderful story of tearing up Japanese soldiers with your hands!"
Several decent young people shouted.
Lao Huang frowned, his face immediately darkened, and he said, "Xiao Feng, I told them to shut up."
Lu Feng said in a deep voice: "We don't need to take action."
Old Huang was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, showing his yellow teeth again.
At this time, the old man walked up to the six young people and said he was here to apologize. The old man patted a few young people on the shoulders casually, then turned and walked back to the stage.
However, the six young men were now covered in cold sweat, their bodies were trembling uncontrollably, and their lips were trembling.