The income from storytelling is probably very good, Mr. Storyteller is in high spirits, humming a small tune along the way, passing by the braised meat shop and cutting half a catty of pork head, and flicking it in his hand.

When he entered the house, he slammed the door shut at will, and without latching it, he entered the hall.

Immediately, a scolding sounded in the courtyard, "Close the door with your hand, your hand will break, right? The door is broken, and I don't know how to pay for it, you kind of person, hurry up and move me out and pull it down." ”

The scolding came from far and near, and the landlady appeared by the door with a rolling pin in her hand, closed the door again, and returned to the kitchen.

The landlady glanced to the side, and the little woman who was collecting the clothes quickly pulled the clothes from the rope and turned around and went into the house, not daring to look at the excitement again.

Tu Shanling squatted on the treetops, clicking and peeling peanuts, "A courtyard house, there are only nine large tile houses, but there are four families, I am afraid that there is constant friction when I look up and bow, and it must be very lively at ordinary times." ”

Song Qian was already accustomed to Tu Shanling's divergent thinking, and he just snorted when he heard this.

Tu Shanling clapped his hands, and the peanut shells fluttered and fell down the tree.

Once the sword was swallowed, the peanut shell was sucked back into the sword, and Song Qian put it into the cloth bag.

Tu Shanling snorted, "Ah Qian, you really haven't changed at all." ”

She has always loved to eat snacks, when she eats dried fruits, the shell and skin, peel a table, and after eating, she will clean up again.

Song Qian is different, he must take an empty dish and put it next to him, the shell and skin, all put it into the saucer, the dish is full, he immediately takes it and dumps it into the trash.

When he finished eating the dried fruits, the table was clean as if he had never eaten anything.

However, Tu Shanling feels that Song Qian is not as persistent as before, she used to be stared at by Song Qian when she ate dim sum, how can she not get rid of the scum when she eats dim, but Song Qian is not used to it, every time she is bored, sometimes the dim sum is too big, and she will be choked.

Now he didn't stare at it, but silently took out the handkerchief and unfolded it on the table in front of her.

Thinking of this, Tu Shanling suddenly asked, "So...... You don't eat snacks because they will fall off scum?"

Song Qian was slightly stunned, and his thinking was connected with Tu Shanling, and there was some condemnation in his eyes.

Tu Shanling touched her face, how many angry things did she do when she was a child, why did Ah Qian look at her like this, she couldn't remember where she was sorry for Ah Qian?

Song Qian turned his face away and continued to stare at the small courtyard of Mr. Storyteller's house.

Doesn't Song Qian like to eat dim sum? Of course not.

When he was a child, he could finish a whole plate of dim sum every afternoon at tea time.

Later, when he went to Zhushan, there was a little tail like Tu Shanling behind him, although he hated it in his heart, but subconsciously he would always take care of Tu Shanling.

Every time Tu Shanling eats something delicious, she always squints and smiles.

When he saw it, he wouldn't touch anything like that again, and let it all go to Tu Shanling to eat.

But Tu Shanling is used to it, she ...... Most of the time, I didn't notice Song Qian's concession, but occasionally I noticed it, and thought that things were not to Song Qian's taste, and even praised myself in my heart, look, how good she was to Ah Qian, and helped Ah Qian eat all the things she didn't like to eat!

She herself was touched by herself.

Tu Shanling poked Song Qian's arm, "Are you ignoring me?

Song Qian covered the place where Tu Shanling was poked, looked ahead, and did not move like a pine, but his serious and upright face fell into Tu Shanling's eyes, no matter how he looked at it, he was a little child-like.

Tu Shanling pinched open a peanut with a click, and made a gesture to throw the shell to the ground, "If you really ignore me, I'll throw the shell to the ground!"

Song Qian turned his head suddenly, and the condemnation in his eyes was even worse.

He glared at Tu Shanling for a long time, and finally handed out his left hand, the meaning was obvious, it was to let Tu Shanling throw the shell into the palm of his hand.

Tu Shanling stretched out her hand and hung it on Song Qian's palm, she opened her clawed hand, and two small things fell into Song Qian's palm.

It's two peanuts with a clean skin.

Song Qian looked at the peanut in a daze for a while, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened, and he awkwardly stuffed the peanut into his mouth.

Tu Shanling pursed her lips tightly to prevent the smile from overflowing, but she secretly laughed in her heart: Ah Qian is really coaxing.

Song Qian's palm was stuffed into a shell for a while, and a peanut for a while, and time slipped away like this, and the sky darkened.

The landlady wore an apron around her waist and walked out of the kitchen with a tray with a plate of meat dishes, a plate of vegetarian dishes and a bowl of rice.

She put it heavily in front of the storyteller, and the vinegared cabbage jumped playfully before falling back onto the plate.

The storyteller lifted his eyelids and glanced at the plate, slowly took out a bottle of wine from the side of the table, took off the wine glass that was upside down on the cork, filled it, took a sip first, sighed twice, and then stuffed a chopstick dish into his mouth, closed his eyes and shook his head.

The landlady rolled her eyes, "Virtue!"

She wiped her hands from her apron and strode away.

That is, for the sake of the money, otherwise she would really be too lazy to pay attention to the storyteller.

Tu Shanling shook his head.

Song Qian's heart was unwavering, and he didn't look forward to Tu Shanling's next comments at all.

Sure enough, Tu Shanling said: "That plate of vinegared cabbage was not fried well, and the cabbage must be a little bitter to eat." ”

Song Qian: "......"

The storyteller can drink two taels of wine with a piece of pig's head meat.

Tu Shanling and the others were about to lose their hair when they waited, and Mr. Storyteller finally finished his not very good dinner.

Eat and sleep, in addition to pigs, there are also people like Mr. Storyteller.

The man picked his teeth, walked to the next room, walked to the bed, rolled over, and began to snore.

Tu Shanling gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely, "It's really amazing, it's not comparable to my generation." ”

Song Qian glanced at Tu Shanling and was speechless for a while.

He really doesn't have the ability to snore when he falls asleep.

After a while, Tu Shanling leaned his face to Song Qian's approach, "Help me open my eyes." ”

Song Ningyin's physical body was so weak that she didn't even open her spiritual eyes, so it was Tu Shanling who asked Song Qian, who was too imaginary in half a step, to help her open her heavenly eyes.

It's not that she can't use her divine sense to investigate, but her divine sense aura is too oppressive, and she is afraid that some small things will not dare to come.

Song Qianyu pointed to a quick draw of a talisman at the center of her eyebrows.

Tu Shanling only felt a chill in his eyebrows, and the world in front of him was different.

There are many red, green, yellow, black, and white dots of light in the air, and these small points of light are the aura in the air.

However, what Tu Shanling wants to look at is not aura, but a creature that can shuttle between the void and the real, this creature is different from yin things such as red leopards, they are not visible to spiritual eyes, and they do not eat ordinary food, they are an existence between spirits and living beings.

She held her breath and stared at Mr. Storyteller's room without blinking, and after waiting for an unknown amount of time, a group of small lilac things sneakily approached.

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