Li Congwu said that this shop is a veritable old store in Lishui, and it has been open for forty or fifty years, and a teahouse in this world can be opened without disaster or difficulty for so long, Wen Sheng knows that the owner of this shop must be a person with a background and means.

When the three of them arrived at Chen's old store, it was still early for dinner, and dozens of idlers had gathered in the lobby to drink tea and chat, and from time to time they cheered because the storyteller on the stage talked about the wonderful places.

Qinggui lowered her head and followed her brother awkwardly to the second floor, and when she sat down, she was slightly relieved to find that no one had noticed her.

Wen Sheng is a little behind, compared to the spacious and bright lobby, the upstairs is relatively hidden, and the sight is good, find a table to sit at will, and the whole store, including the table, can be seen clearly.

The fly in the ointment is that at this time there are a few old smoking guns in the store are swallowing clouds and spitting smoke, although the windows upstairs and downstairs are wide open, the smell is still very choking, Qinggui is nervous and unaccustomed, and her little face is tense.

As soon as the three of them sat down, Dr. Tea ran over to greet him, Li Congwu knew him, and the tone of the question was very casual: "You storytellers here have been replaced, it's quite lively, what are you talking about?" ”

Dr. Tea smiled "hehe": "Master, you don't know, he's not the only one who has been replaced, everyone wants to hear something new, doesn't he?" 'General Ji's victory in Zhangzhou', it's the first time I've heard this book, what do you three of you do? ”

Li Congwu casually asked for a pot of cheap flower tea, ordered a few snacks, and said to the two sisters: "Since it is about our General Ji, why should I listen carefully, I have been to the dart bureau a few times before, and the tea here tastes similar no matter what the price is, so I won't spend that unjust money, the dim sum is good, wait for the two of you to taste it." ”

Li Congwu looked like a rough man, and Dr. Tea was not angry when he heard him belittle the tea in his store in front of him, and bowed down with a smile.

Wen Sheng's gaze swept over Dr. Nacha, and he quickly looked at everyone in the store.

Tea tasting Wensheng is half an expert, but you can imagine that the good tea she drank in her previous life no longer exists in this world, and the craft of making tea, just watching the guys running around with huge teapots, there is nothing to say. Speaking of which, I can't blame my cousin for not knowing the goods, and she will pick up the cheapest one casually.

The guys in the store look very ordinary, and most of the customers are lazy people with a few small money, so today's book is worth listening to.

The famous general of the Great Liang who lives away from the water and is currently leading the troops to fight against the Dongyi people on the southern coast is surnamed Nantang, his life is very legendary, Wen Taowu is proficient in everything, and he turned the tide and became famous in a war when he was young.

As far as Wen Sheng can see, at least in his hometown of Lishui, this General Ji has a very high popularity.

I just don't know if it's true under the fame?

The storyteller on the stage was talking about the poison plan set up by the king of Dongyi, and sent his subordinates to persuade the leaders of the pirates everywhere, entangled tens of thousands of pirates, and took thousands of warships to the coast of Daliang, and landed like locusts in Zhangbai and Baizhou, burning, killing and plundering, doing all kinds of evil, and the poor people suffered innocently.

The storyteller was in his forties, wearing a white-washed gown, and he didn't look amazing, but when he talked about books, he had a loud voice and a colorful voice, and when he talked about emotion, he seemed to have seen the tragic situation at that time. He told how Haikou rushed into the house of a wealthy family in Baizhou in broad daylight, disemboweled the family's little grandson, who was less than a year old, and broke it into meat on the kang, and many people couldn't help but curse angrily when they boarded the hall.

Li Congwu blushed, slapped the table with a "snap", and scolded: "These brutes are really bullying me and no one!" ”

Qinggui lowered her head and quietly wiped her tears.

As soon as the book was finished, the people in the store were furious, and the angry scolding covered the storyteller's voice, and the storyteller's eyes were red, and he hugged his fists to the left and right, as if he wanted to rest for a while.

Wen Sheng saw that he didn't mean to come over to ask for money after he stepped down, so he moved his eyes to everyone.

She looked at their faces with different expressions, either passionate or indignant, and she didn't know why, but it always seemed like a veil was separated.

Their joys, sorrows, and sorrows were like a picture scroll slowly opening in front of her, and she couldn't blend into it to empathize, and even the fate she would face next in this world was unconsciously indifferent.

She didn't like this turbulent place at all.

If this qiē is all falsehood, then what's the point of her struggling to survive here?

Wen Sheng picked up the teacup, and didn't send it to his lips for a long time, his expression was in a trance, and his eyes were foggy.

At this moment, the sound of a huqin suddenly sounded in the noisy old shop.

When she was Miss Gu Jiu, Wen Sheng's ear voice was very good, but now that she has changed her body, she is still very sharp, almost as soon as the huqin sounded, she caught it in the chaos and noise.

No, it wasn't caught, it was the sound of the piano like the wind that suddenly bloomed in the ink painting, and it hit her heart unprepared.

The sound of the huqin was faint, as if it was a story of all kinds of misery and misfortune in life, and Wen Sheng only listened to one measure before realizing that the person who played the qin was a master.

At this time, she had already noticed that there was an old man sitting on the stage at some point.

The old man's beard was white, his eyes were slightly closed, he had a huqin on his lap, his body was shaking, and he was playing the piano as if no one was around.

It's strange to say, I don't know when it started, the noise in the store gradually weakened, and soon the noise stopped talking, the scolding stopped scolding, and even the sound of drinking tea and eating snacks became weak and inaudible, only the sound of the huqin was tear-jerking in ecstasy.

After a while, the sound of the piano gradually calmed down after the wind and waves on the sea, and the gray-clothed old man on the stage opened his eyes, he didn't go out of his way to see anyone, his eyes fell on the void.

Wen Sheng listened to him and sang:

"The dragon fights in the wilderness, and the flesh is dry and the blood is yellow. The temple of the Holy Tomorrow sits and enables the young man. More than a dozen have won the reputation of the country, and twenty have been civil and military. Who doesn't read Nantang sentences, who doesn't know General Ji. On the day of the general's expedition, the men from all over the world are like clouds, the pavilions cook wine and send each other bitterly, and thousands of couples and women tear wet skirts. The sunset shines on the broken tree, the beacon fire and wolf smoke drift away, the east coast is long and the sun and moon are bright, people are getting haggard and old, where the young man plays the iron flute, and the soldiers of the army do not sleep......"

Wen Sheng slowly drank the cup of tea that was a little bitter, it had been two months since she came to this strange world, and she was finally moved by a piano song and lyrics, like a sudden breeze blowing away the light veil between her and the world, which felt so real.

Listen, the huqin is melodious, it is so vicissitudes and pathos.

(Xinyu: "Where is the boy playing the iron flute" is from Qi Jiguang's "Luhe Listening to the Flute", the original poem is: The vast vast sea has no scales and feathers, and the concubine is deeply resentful.) Where the boy plays the iron flute, may the wind blow into Ah Lang's heart. ）

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