"Oh, goblin, eat my grandson!"

"Hit, hit, break it into a pile of bones."

Well, a group of little babies are watching shadow puppets in a hurry, obviously, this is all known to the result, otherwise how do you know that it is a pile of bones.

"Shhh

This turned out to be a monkey with three dozen white bone spirits, uh, why not Sun Wukong, but a monkey.

That, it wasn't Journey to the West in the first place, there were monkeys, Wukong, and even monks, also called Tang Seng, but this Tang Seng, not Tang Seng, this Tang Seng, is a monk surnamed Tang, but he didn't learn the scriptures, that is, Yang Qiao released Journey to the West in fragments in order not to promote the monk.

"Hee-hee, Daddy, look at the Lun family's small bookstore, there are enough of these people, you see, a baby, followed by a maid, or a mother-in-law, occasionally, well, just occasionally, there are also fathers who bring babies, well, the charge is not right, it is two cents to enter the door, but what, the babies will have small snacks to sell, they are all good snacks, the Lun family told you that Daddy O, this dim sum actually earns more than the ticket, hehe."

It's rare, Yang Qiao patronized Bao'er's business, Bao'er was so happy, after so many years, since she couldn't be carried by her father, she was almost estranged from her father.

Eh, is it just rusty, Yang Qiao cares more about Luan'er than he cares about Bao'er.

Luan'er also has a special training or something, and Bao'er, that's an early exercise or something, and the other is to meet Yang Qiao and say a word, occasionally, Yang Qiao will give Bao'er a story, but what, Bao'er has a good memory, and I'm embarrassed to be coquettish, well, I'm embarrassed, not because I'm older, but because I'm afraid of delaying Yang Qiao's trip, so, I understand, then, it's over, so, among these babies at home, Bao'er is the one who has the least contact with Yang Qiao, so, Bao'er is so happy today, Holding Yang Qiao's arm, he chattered non-stop.

"Little girl, it's my dad who has neglected you a little over the years, don't worry, my dad will often come to your small bookstore in the future, and will give you some advice or something, well, by the way, how many shadow puppets are there?"

"Hee-hee, daddy, more than a dozen, almost every class of students comes out, you see, this one, it's the fifth time it's improved, that is to say, this year's students are all in elementary school."

This, that is to say, every shadow puppet is considered to be not finalized, it has been changing, changing, changing, mainly, Bao'er means that this shadow puppet will directly give the producer a name in the future, with the graduation of this student, and the drop out of school, that is to say, there will be fewer and fewer producers, such as, at this time, there are a lot fewer producers, well, many babies are no longer in school.

But, how do you know, this white bone spirit, there are already five versions here, each version, there is a name displayed in the back, this time has been a long time, even the baby who looks at this shadow puppet knows, that, who who who has not, who who has come again, this is the difference between watching multiple versions.

"I heard about the book, I heard about the book, Sister Bao'er, Sister Bao'er!"

The dolls below are screaming again, why is it below, uh, here, is a two-story bookstore, divided into upstairs and downstairs to watch, downstairs, is a place for the babies to watch and listen to books with an adult at home, and because it is close to the stands, you can also interact with the storyteller or something.

And upstairs, it is a place for adults, here, there are tables, chairs, you can drink tea here, eat melon seeds and nuts or something, listen to books, watch shadow puppets, however, generally few people come here to listen to books, well, unless there is a special session, it is specially prepared for adults to tell stories.

For example, the Romance of the Gods, this, although what Yang Qiao told Bao'er was scattered, it was basically a complete book, and inside, there were several scenes that were special for the baby, such as Nezha and the sea, which are suitable for the babies to watch and listen to.

Well, even if it's an adult's special session, but, Bao'er doesn't say much in person, inside, there are a lot of storytellers, uh, at this time, it can only be said that it is a storyteller, and it can't be called a master expert or something, because, these storytellers are all cultivated by Bao'er himself, and they have been cultivated since the enlightenment class, well, over the years, Bao'er has chosen a few hobbies from it and is cultivated by the children of Maxima, and there are also a few hobbies, this hobby, that is purely a craftsman, even if it can be called a home in the future, It is also the home of the dead, not the living.

How to say it, it means that the home of the dead talk, all he has relied on in his life is to ponder one, or a few paragraphs, he will say this paragraph out of flowers, but unfortunately, these things are not his own, they belong to him, only his mouth, and his memory, this is the home of the dead talk.

As for the living story, he will make up his own jokes, adapt the jokes, and even interact with the audience, well, Bao'er is.

"Hehe, Daddy, the Lun family has gone, and when the Lun family finishes speaking, you have to give the Lun family a comment, what's the matter."

"This girl, go, go, go!"

After Yang Qiao and Bao'er talked to each other, Bao'er jumped downstairs.

"Sister Bao'er, Sister Bao'er, Sister Bao'er."

"Hello, hello, Momoda, what do you want to listen to today, Momoda!"

Bao'er jumped and clicked.

"You want to listen to the monkey, you want to listen to Nezha, you want to listen to the gourd baby, you want to listen to ......"

These babies are yelling.

"Come, let me listen, whoever listens to the loudest, who will say it today!"

Bao'er herself also coaxed and deliberately made the babies shout.

"Monkey, monkey, white bone essence, Nezha, Nezha, Chen Xiang Chen Xiang......"

"Okay, okay, the monkey's voice is the loudest, and there are white bone spirits, let's talk about the scene I just watched, I want to choose a few babies to cooperate with me to perform, come, shout, let me see, the one with the most energy, just play the monkey, and the white bone spirit, monk, pig, monster sand."

Eh, what is a pig, it is naturally Zhu Bajie, however, this Zhu Bajie is more beautiful, but this name is not good, it is a pig word, and there is a sand monk, here, it is not called a sand monk, but called a monster sand, with nine skulls as a necklace, then, it is naturally called a monster sand, because the surname is Sha, eh, and monks, generally do not say Tang Seng, they all call him a monk, a broken mouth, a very beautiful monk who has no ability.

Well, because of this performance, many monks came to protest, protesting that the monks were written too weakly, and that they were too beautiful, that, you haven't seen it beautiful.

And then there is the white dragon horse, this has not changed, the white dragon horse is the white dragon horse, naturally it can't be anthropomorphic, it's too anthropomorphic, you can't ride, you know, this monk, and the white dragon horse, that in Bao'er's story, it's one.

"You, monkey, you, white bone spirit, you, white bone spirit when you don't wear makeup, you, monk, you white dragon horse, you, monster sand, you, pig, okay, the person who just ordered, go backstage and prepare, what about me, here is a period of nine-headed bird hot field."

"Smack!"

With a striking sound, Bao'er turned to the back of the table and sat down, well, at this time, all the lights shone on Bao'er's body.

Don't look at this small bookstore, this lighting design is very good, and the curtain is very advanced, very beautiful, and all automatic, but sometimes, this curtain still needs to be pulled by people, and this is the need for the plot, and even, this shadow puppet show will be isolated by a curtain, in fact, Yang Qiao means that he is unwilling to use a black field, so it is different to isolate the black scene with a curtain.

Smack, this striking sounded again.

Today, let's use a small paragraph to warm up the field, what is this paragraph talking about today, I, today I will tell a little monster story, the warrior vs. the monster nine-headed bird, the little story of rescuing the princess, this story, it happened a long, long time ago, so long that you can't count the time, say, in the south, there is a fiery zone, in the center of the zone, there is a volcano, every day is on fire, there is a palace in this fire, you say, what lives in this palace?