In the early morning, there are already many vendors gathered on the small streets of the border city, and there are not many pedestrians at this time, and a small stall selling sweet tofu brain on the corner of the last street is the most crowded.

Not long after Huai Rao and Ximen Fuxue arrived in this world, they came out of the inn early in the morning and found this stall. Although breakfast had already been served at the inn, when he thought that Ximen Fuxue had only eaten so little, and his mood was not very high, Huai Rao was still a little closer, and asked, "The sweet tofu brain over there looks good, do you want to try it?" ”

Ximen Fuxue twisted his eyebrows, and gave way to the side with an unchanging expression, but did not answer, but shook his head slightly. Ximen Fuxue has never eaten outside food easily, and it is helpless to eat breakfast in the inn, so how can he go to the street food again?

Huai Rao smiled, his gentle eyes flashed, looked at the stall, and sighed: "This can't be changed, even if you adapt to life away from me in the future, you have to shuttle through one world after another with me, you can't take root, you can't stay, you can only be like a spectator, a wanderer, and use every place as a scenic spot." ”

"Why is this happening? What the hell are you? "It's rare that Ximen Fuxue said a little more.

"I don't know what I am, but it's kind of an experiment. As for why this is happening, because Heaven can't tolerate me, but they can't do anything about me, so they will take me in for the time being, and then when the world can no longer bear my part, the whole world will explode and expel me. Huai Rao shrugged his shoulders and said his thoughts in a relaxed tone. He spoke plainly, and an experience that was not very good in itself seemed to him as if it were nothing, like talking about what he ate at noon.

Huai Rao said, and the two unconsciously approached the stall of tofu brain. The distance was close, and Huai Rao found out that the people in the stall were here to eat tofu brain, and there was a bowl of tofu flowers in front of them, but few people moved a few bites, and they were all listening attentively to the story of the tofu brain boss!

Most of the people who listened to the stories were children under the age of twelve, with the occasional few young people. At a glance, Huai Rao was immediately attracted by one of the young people, only to see that this young man had handsome facial features and a somewhat sickly face, but he did not feel weak. He was dressed in a simple but not cheap robe, with slender and white fingers and calluses on his index fingers, as if he was holding a pen. This person has a folding fan on his left hand, and his right hand is gently stirring the tofu flowers in the bowl, listening carefully to the boss's story, and his eyes are a little trance.

This person has a bit of a bookish atmosphere, of course, not only that, but he can attract the attention of Huai Rao at once. Because if you only talk about bookishness, the boss who tells the story in an orderly manner is also very bookish. In addition to the bookish atmosphere on this person, he has a bit of a noble atmosphere compared to the boss, which is incompatible with this simple little stall.

Huai Rao didn't know what to think, so he chuckled and turned his head to pay attention to the owner of the equally unusual tofu stall.

The boss is in his early thirties, his appearance can only be said to be beautiful, and his ragged clothes have not affected his image at all, but has made his scholarly atmosphere much more restrained, making his cheerful and talkative image more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

After observing the two of them, Huai Rao turned his head and found that Ximen Fuxue was still staring at the young man at first. Ximen's blowing of snow was peculiar, and Huai Rao didn't think about anything, and asked directly: "Ximen, what's wrong?" ”

Ximen Fuxue retracted his gaze, glanced at Huai Rao lightly, and paused for a long time before slowly saying, "That person is a master." ”

"Oh?" This is interesting, the two people on a small tofu flower stall are unusual, and one person looks like a scholar, but he is also a martial arts master, "Although I think he is not weak, but he looks more like an official son!" ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't explain, he looked at himself and muttered, "It's a pity that it's not in kendo." ”

"Even if you're not in kendo, you don't have to make friends, so why don't you want to go and see it?" Huai Rao asked for the advice of Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ximen Fuxue carefully observed the small stall, and after finding that it was still relatively clean, he walked silently towards the young man. The young man occupied a table by himself, Ximen walked over and chose the cleaner side and sat down, Huai Rao followed, and when the young man was stunned, he said politely: "This son, do you mind sharing a table?" ”

The young man looked at the two of them, his expression flashed, he smiled and shook his head, and said, "Please feel free to do so." ”

Huai Rao nodded, then sat down and said, "Childe doesn't look like a person who eats on the street." ”

The young man understood what Huai Rao meant, glanced at the two of them, and asked back gently, "Why aren't the two of you like this?" ”

"It's just that it's very interesting to listen to the story told by this boss, so I came up and listened to it."

Speaking of which, these ordinary people, the stories told in the streets and alleys are mostly about children's love, chivalrous celebrities and the like. But the story told by this boss is a small story about the way of being an official and a gentleman's trip that ordinary people have not been exposed to, and at the end of the story, he will tell some small truths, not like it is for fun, but as if he is deliberately educating and cultivating these children.

The same is true, here it is said to be a tofu flower stall, but it is better to say that it is a school in exchange for tofu flowers.

The young man nodded approvingly, "This gentleman is indeed talented, but he is willing to drown his talent, devote himself to the market, and subtly influence the world with the small stories he comes up with, he is really capable." ”

As he was talking, the boss stopped the little story, came over with a bright smile, and asked Huairao and Ximen Fuxue, "Do you want to eat tofu flowers?" ”

When Huai Rao said this, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "The boss only makes sweet tofu flowers?" ”

"yes, I'll make sweet tofu brains." The boss replied with a grin.

Huai Rao flicked the chopsticks in the chopsticks barrel and asked thoughtfully: "There are many different preferences in the world, some people love sweet and some people love salty, and the boss only makes sweet tofu flowers Doesn't it turn away the other half of the people?" ”

"What Childe said is right, in this world, everyone has different preferences. Some people love salty, and naturally some people love sweet. Some people are ambitious to the world, but there are also people who are happy to idle clouds and wild cranes. I can't figure out the preferences of people in the world, but I can still be the master in my small place, sell what I am willing to sell, and make the sweet tofu brain that I can make. Those who wish will come, and those who forsake go, and no one will force anyone. When the boss said this, the light in his eyes seemed to tell everyone that he really took all this lightly. Perhaps, he has already seen the world clearly.

The boss paused, and then said, "What's more, isn't sweet tofu flower bad?" Sweet and sweet, after one bite, there is only this sweetness left in my heart. ”

"It's really good." There must be a story about this boss, Huai Rao thought, "The boss's story is good, the truth is also thought-provoking, presumably the tofu brain is also unforgettable, please trouble the boss to give us two sweet tofu flowers." ”

Huai Rao deliberately put a heavy note on the word "sweet", which is quite meaningful. The boss laughed, wiped his hands on his apron, answered, and continued to tell his little stories in the previous paragraph, while making tofu flowers for Huai Rao.

"In Xia Huairao, this is my friend Ximen Blowing Snow, and it is fate to meet Gongzi here today, why don't you get to know him?" Huai Rao waited for the boss to go away, hugged the young man who fell into the boss's story again, and said softly.

The young man glanced at Huai Rao strangely, and then glanced at Ximen Blowing Snow, who was cold but did not make a sound to stop Huai Rao from reporting his name, pondered for a while, and said, "In Xia Li Xunhuan, I am fortunate to know the two. ”

Li Xunhuan? When Huai Rao heard this, he was stunned and fainted his thoughts. It's not that he doesn't want to see Li Xunhuan, but because Li Xunhuan is the protagonist of this world!

The protagonist of each world is naturally related to the fortune of this world, and it can be said that most of the will of the world is on the protagonist. Since Huai Rao fully woke up, he found that the biggest reason why he couldn't stay in one world for long was because he was too close to the protagonist. The protagonist is regarded as the core support of the world, just imagine, he is always dangling at the core support, exerting influence, how can the world not be on the verge of collapse and reject him.

Although he made the decision not to make many friends with Li Xunhuan in his heart, he still couldn't see any change on his face, "Li Gongzi is polite." ”

"Sweet tofu brains are coming!" With a shout, the boss interrupted the conversation between the two, and placed two bowls of bean curd in front of Ximen Fuxue and Huai Rao, and made a gesture of please, "Please use it slowly." ”

"Thank you, boss." Huai Rao smiled and nodded to the boss, scooped a spoonful of bean curd and sent it to his mouth.

Sweet, so sweet. This was Huai Rao's first reaction. However, after the sweetness, there was a smell of beans and unknown flowers in my mouth, which felt a bit like my sister describing the feeling of being in love - sweet and fragrant.

"How's it going, does it taste good?" The boss leaned over and asked.

"Well, that's good." Huai Rao replied, and then asked Simon to blow the snow and taste, "Simon, you can also taste it, this taste is really special." ”

Originally, Ximen Fuxue didn't think it was delicious when he saw that the bean curd in those people's bowls didn't move, but now when he heard Huai Rao say this, he couldn't help but provoke a little and taste it.

At this taste, Simon Fuxue was stunned, then put down the spoon and did not move a mouthful.

Huai Rao didn't know what he tasted, and asked, "How is it?" ”

Ximen Fuxue pursed his lips, but still said honestly: "It's too sweet." ”

"Haha-" Huai Rao laughed heartily and joked: "Presumably the boss is caught in the sweetness of love, and this tofu flower is full of sugar of love." ”

"No, no, no!" The boss waved his hand again and again and objected: "Where is the taste of love, this is clearly the taste of happiness." Saying that, the boss also asked Li Xunhuan to corroborate it for him, "This son has also come to me for a long time, and he must be able to taste the taste here, do you think what I said is right?" ”

The corners of Li Xunhuan's mouth with a faint smile paused, and the bitterness in his eyes flashed, and then said: "It is indeed the taste of happiness." ”

It is true that happiness tastes, but unhappy people only suffer more from it.

"What sells happiness and talks about morality, the boss here is an unusual place that can be compared!" Huai Rao put away his laughter and said softly: "The children here are the lucky and the happiest. ”

"Yes, they always like to listen to my daily story, and then eat the cool sweet tofu brain at once, and go home happily." 166 Reading Network