The young man who received the story rubbed his somewhat sore wrist, and listened to another story and it was over, and it was indeed exhausting to record the story while listening to them. My current physical condition is not suitable for these energy-demanding things, and the stories of this small town are basically collected, and many people just want to ask for the story of the money and don't know where to find it.

There are no valuable stories collected today, and the town has come these days, and it's time to go somewhere else. The young man saw that there was still the last pastry left in the preparation, so he called it a day early and listened to the story of the last one.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy at the door informed him that this was the last person to tell the story, and as soon as the words fell, there was a sound of loss outside. They waited in line for so long but didn't wait, how can this result not make people sigh. Especially the last person behind, how can he be so unlucky, if there is one more person who can get his turn, the result is so miserable to think about it is unsatisfactory. But no matter how dissatisfied they are, they can only swallow it back, even if they are the low-level people who have never seen the world, they know that the people who receive the stories are definitely not ordinary people, and they have a sense of awe for the nobles of the family. It's not about courage, it's the imprint that this society has carved into their bones.

The door was opened, the man did not look up, there was not much ink, and the thick black ink was constantly grinding and smearing from the middle to the sides.

"I'm going to tell you a story, you'd better grind it a little longer, because my story is very long, and this ink probably won't be enough."

The young man heard the voice, and his face was as calm as an electric shock with a look of surprise, and the grinding of his hands stopped.

"My story is going to start when I was a child, I see that you are ready to close the stall, whether you want to go to your place of residence or not, we will talk slowly."

Ning Xin looked at the stupid Wei Shouzhi, the smile on his face was about to shake Wei Shouzhi's eyes, he was a little incredible, is this true.

"Cousin Shouzhi, I didn't expect us to meet again and be here, and you actually received stories in the restaurant." Ning Xin's words made Wei Shouzhi's thoughts quickly retract because of shock, this is not an illusion nor did he meet someone who looked similar, he really saw Ning Xin.

Being able to meet here, neither of them expected that although Ning Xin had seen Wei Shouzhi in Changhe City before, it was only a glimpse, and it was also to chase him that he changed his itinerary. I haven't met him again for so long, Ning Xin also rested to be able to meet him again, but I didn't expect that I would give up God and make such a joke with myself again, and suddenly send Wei Shouzhi to his eyes, and the encounter turned out to be so simple.

"It turns out that the back door of this restaurant is borrowed from you, so you chose to receive stories here, and the shopkeeper has a hand in doing business."

Ning Xin and Wei Shou left through the back door, and none of the people who sold the stories were entangled, and Ning Xin asked where the person who received the stories lived before, and there were different opinions, and most of these statements were her own guesses in Ning Xin's opinion. She was also curious about how he avoided so many well-intentioned people, you must know that there is a limit to the number of stories he receives every day, some of them are not selected in line, or they feel that they have other stories, and even more so that they are just asking for money, so they will not block the house of the person who collects the story. There should be a lot of people blocking the place where he lives every day, and even if he can't get in, there will be no less people staring, but as a result, everyone doesn't know where he lives, and Ning Xin still thinks that this person has some means.

Now Ning Xin knew what the reason was, and those people outside didn't know that they had left. However, when she knew that the person who received the story was Wei Shou, she was not surprised by all the circumstances, in her opinion, Wei Shouzhi did such a result, it was very normal.

"This is an outlet for their purchases, and I don't dare to buy stories for so many days if I can't guarantee my own safety."

Wei Shouzhi made sure that no one was staring at him before leaving, even if he bought the story here for a few days, there were only a handful of people in the small town who could recognize him. When Ning Xin came in, the two were only separated by half a curtain, and they could see clearly from the inside out, but they couldn't see clearly from the outside in. In other restaurants before, there were screens or simply two rooms, and they could see his general figure but couldn't see his real appearance. Wei Shouzhi swaggered out on the street, and people who have sold stories may think that this person is kind but not sure who he is.

"Shouzhi's cousin actually bought the story after he came out, did you buy it all the way. Have you ever bought a story in Changhe City before, why haven't I heard about it? "Ning Xin is very interested in Wei Shouzhi's life for so many years, now is not the time to explain his life experience for so many years, Ning Xin plans to confirm whether the one she saw in Changhe City is Wei Shouzhi, if it is himself, how could he not catch up with him.

"You also went to Changhe City, I went to Changhe City, I didn't buy stories there, I don't buy stories everywhere, I want to listen to stories when I'm in a good mood, I will buy stories, I'm not in the mood to listen to stories in Changhe City for a few days, and it's not easy for the city people to get out of this kind of small town."

Wei Shouzhi didn't want to make much of a fuss, he usually bought stories in this small city, and he wouldn't buy them in the next small town.

After the two came out of the restaurant, Ning Xin followed Wei Shouzhi to the place where he temporarily lived. On the way, she knew why she was with Wei Shouzhi, he didn't walk at all, after leaving the city, he rented an ox cart to travel, and it was even more coincidental that he didn't rush out of the city to another place, plus the cow pulling the cart was not in good health, so it really delayed a day's work, and this day was enough for Ning Xin and them to come to the fork in the road.

Ning Xin didn't know whether they had fate or not, it turned out that Chang Hecheng did have a brief meeting. After chasing out, the two can be regarded as passing by, thinking that they would not meet again this time, but they didn't expect to meet again after going around and around.

The house where Wei Shouzhi lives can be summed up in one word with Ning Xin's current eyes, poor. A large yard with three rooms and a kitchen, it's really small enough. Fortunately, the room was tidy and tidy, and there was no mess of things piled up.

"This is the house I rented after I came, and the environment is better than the inn. Anyway, I can't live for long, and a month's rent is enough. ”

Wei Shouzhi is generally quite satisfied with the residence, and he buys stories every day and comes back to sort out the stories he collected today. The noisy environment of the inn affects the state of writing, he has seen and experienced so many things in the past few years when he went out, and he has not broken so many rules as the children of the Jingshi family.

"Didn't you say that today is the last day and you're leaving tomorrow?"

Wei Shouzhi smiled and said, "Lie to them, buying a story is the last day, leaving is not tomorrow." ”

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