"When the little old man looks at the face of the son, he knows that the son is not an ordinary person, and he will definitely soar into the sky in the future." Mr. Song smiled slightly and explained.

Hearing his words, Chen Siye couldn't help but ask, are you a fortune teller? can still read the face, but seeing that Mr. Song's face doesn't seem to be laughing, he can't help but secretly say proudly: Don't say it, you can see it accurately.

Xiao Xiao was proud for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Song knows the art of face-to-face?" ”

"I just know a little bit about it." Mr. Song is very modest.

Although Chen Siye was very curious about how he looked at this face, he didn't forget his business, touched his face and said, "Mr. Song said he was smiling. Actually, I invited Mr. here because I want to ask Mr. ”

Saying that, he pulled Mr. Song and forced him to sit down, and it was a bit disrespectful to stand and talk. Mr. Song couldn't resist him, so he had to sit down and say, "Childe, it's okay to say." ”

Chen Siye smiled and said, "I don't know what story Mr. Song told just now?" What Mr. said seems to be a little incoherent, I don't know why? He asked this on purpose, to see what Mr. Song would say.

I saw that Mr. Song was slightly stunned, and then said with a hint of shame: "I was heard by the son, I can't hide it, what Xiao Lao'er said is a very famous book in the capital recently, called The Legend of Sword and Fairy, but this book is very rare, and Xiao Lao'er has not read it, and he only knows some fragments, so he will compile and polish them according to these fragments and tell them into stories." The little old man still thinks that he has no flaws, which really makes the son laugh. ”

Hearing him admit so generously, Chen Siye was also a little surprised, but it was really unexpected to make up a story by just relying on some fragments.

"Mr. Song, don't be humble, if I hadn't read that book, I wouldn't have heard it."

Mr. Song's expression moved, and he said, "Childe has this book?" Can you lend me a look? ”

As soon as the words came out, I suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, after all, it was just the first time we met, and then I was a little embarrassed to say: "Don't blame the child, it's the little old man who is abrupt, presumably this book must be the baby of the child, just as the little old man never said it." ”

Chen Siye smiled and said: "Mr. Song doesn't have to mind, wait for me and Mr. Song to discuss some things, whether it is successful or not, I am willing to lend the book to Mr." ”

Although it was only the first time they met, Chen Siye had a good impression of Mr. Song, and even if it didn't work out, it didn't hurt to give him two books.

"I wonder what Childe wants to discuss with me?"

Chen Siye said directly: "I want to invite Mr. Song to my teahouse to tell the story, I don't know if Mr. Song is willing?" ”

Mr. Song pondered for a moment and said: "I can't do it, I can't hide it, we say that the storyteller will never stay in the same place for too long, even if the son doesn't invite me, I will leave in a few days." ”

Seeing him agree so readily, Chen Siye couldn't help but be overjoyed, it was really smooth.

But I heard Mr. Song ask, "I don't know where Gongzi's teahouse is?" ”

"Uh..." Chen Siye was a little embarrassed, forgetting about this stubble, "This... Now I don't have a teahouse,"

Seeing that Mr. Song's brows were furrowed, Chen Siye hurriedly said: "Don't misunderstand Mr. Song, I'm not looking for you to be happy, to be honest, I only had the intention of opening a teahouse after listening to Mr. Song's story, and I sincerely wanted to invite Mr. Song." ”

Mr. Song smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, just look at the face of the son, and you can know that the son is not the kind of person who likes to talk big." ”

Chen Siye smiled secretly in his heart, I didn't say much about it, mainly to see who I said.

"I don't know the child

What's the plan? It's better to wait for the son's teahouse to open, how about the little old man go to the show again? ”

With such a master who often deals with teahouses, Chen Siye naturally won't make trouble for himself, so he said: "Since Mr. Song is doing this business, he must have more dealings with teahouses, if he can, I would like to ask Mr. Song to help me pay attention to whether there is a teahouse in Beijing that wants to change hands." ”

After listening to Chen Siye, Mr. Song pondered for a moment and said: "There is really a place, two days ago, I heard an old friend say that the shopkeeper of a teahouse has something to return to his hometown at home, and intends to transfer the teahouse. ”

After a pause, he said, "But this teahouse is a little remote, but the surrounding scenery is not bad." ”

Chen Siye couldn't help but be happy in his heart, it was really a coincidence, as the so-called wine fragrance is not afraid of deep alleys, remote and remote, as long as the scenery is good and the storytelling is good, there is no worry about no one going.

So he said: "It's all right, there is one more thing, Mr. Song is willing to settle down?" If this teahouse comes down, I want to ask Mr. to be the shopkeeper of this teahouse, what does Mr. think? ”

The look of surprise on Mr. Song's face flashed, but he smiled bitterly and said, "Thanks to Gongzi, I can afford it, but Xiao Lao'er is just a storyteller, how can he be a shopkeeper." ”

"Although the little old man also wants to settle down, but there are only some things in the belly of our storytellers, if we say it over and over again, I am afraid that it will not be long before everyone gets tired of hearing it, and there will be no guests, and then I will not have the face to continue to stay."

Seeing him so honest, Chen Siye secretly sighed in his heart that this Mr. Song is really a real person, not thinking about himself but worrying about business.

"Mr. Song doesn't have to worry, you only need to hang the name of the shopkeeper in this teahouse, and you can ask someone to do the rest. And don't worry about running out of books, I don't have a lot of books here. ”

Hearing him praise Haikou, Mr. Song was suddenly shocked, "Is this true?" ”

"Not at all."

But when it comes to this, Mr. Song is still a little hesitant, "Childe, can you let me think about it for two days?" ”

Chen Siye readily agreed: "Of course you can, if Mr. Song thinks about it, he will ask someone to send a message to the Pingle County Lord's Mansion, and I now live in the Pingle County Lord's Mansion." ”

This Mr. Song was only a little surprised when he heard this, nodded and said, "Then I don't know what to call the son?" ”

"The surname is Chen, the name is Siye, and the word is six steps." Chen Siye had already regarded the six steps as his own words, and he felt the need to give Mr. Song a reassurance, so he reported his name.

Mr. Song stood up with a shocked face, and felt that something was wrong, so he slowly sat down and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the son is Chen Liubu, he really became famous at a young age, and the little old man thought that this Chen Liubu was a drooping old man like me." ”

Unexpectedly, this Mr. Song was quite humorous, and Chen Siye also laughed and said: "Mr. Song said that he was joking, doesn't Mr. suspect me of pretending to be Chen Liubu?" ”

Mr. Song shook his head and said, "Little Lao'er is still a little confident in his physiognomy technique. Saying that, he stood up and said, "Thank you Chen Gongzi for your love, and I will reply to Chen Gongzi after I go back to think about it." ”

Chen Siye also got up and said: "So I will wait for the good news, whether it is successful or not, the next time I see you, I will bring those two volumes of Sword and Fairy Legend to Mr. Song for a look." ”

Mr. Song smiled faintly and said, "Thank you Chen Gongzi for that." After saying that, he drifted away.

At this time, there was no storyteller, and the people gathered downstairs gradually dispersed, Chen Siye sat back on the chair, and said in his heart that this Mr. Song is really a strange person, he can read faces, and he doesn't go to fortune telling, but he actually tells stories

For a living, but it seems that he is a good person, treats people sincerely, is neither humble nor arrogant, polite and courteous, if he is allowed to be the shopkeeper of the teahouse, it is really suitable.

After taking another sip of tea, I remembered that I had just forgotten to ask him how much it would cost to buy a teahouse, and he brought two thousand taels of silver tickets to Beijing this time, and he had to discount the exchange of cash, and he didn't know if it was enough.

After sitting for a while, Chen Siye got up to settle the account and left the teahouse.

When I went out, I realized that it was almost noon, and I didn't want to go shopping, so I was ready to go home, and I had free food to eat when I went back, so why eat outside.

So he walked back the way he had come, and before he had gone far, he saw a man and a woman with blond hair, blue eyes, and white skin and gorgeous clothes approaching him.

Chen Siye was suddenly surprised, didn't the Daji Geography I read before say that there are two countries, Daji and Wuguo, where did these two foreigners come from?

This man and woman seem to be brother and sister, they look more similar, both of them have long blonde hair, deep eye sockets, green eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, three-dimensional facial features, very pleasing to the eye.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly, a pair of handsome men and beautiful women, especially that woman, tall, with long golden hair with wavy waves, is perfect for her, at this moment she is wearing a lilac long dress, the slender waist is tied up with a cloud belt, and it seems that the waist is thin and the legs are long, this combination of Chinese and Western feelings makes Chen Siye's eyes shine.

However, the people passing by around didn't seem to pay too much attention to this pair of people, at most they looked at it twice, Chen Siye couldn't help but wonder in his heart, the people in the capital are so receptive to foreigners?

He couldn't help but want to come forward and have a conversation, first, it is rare to meet a foreign friend and ask where he came from, and second, this foreign girl is really the best, don't have a contact information to help yourself.

So Chen Siye strode forward to stop the two, and asked in his English with a big, "Hello, whereareyouefrom?"

After saying that, he was still complacent, and said that the junior high school teacher did not teach in vain, which came in handy. He looked at the two of them expectantly, waiting for them to reply, and although they may not speak English, it never hurts to try.

Seeing that the two of them were stunned, the handsome blonde man frowned and said to the blonde beauty on the side: "What are you talking about, this person is sick, let's ignore him." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the blonde beauty around Chen Siye, leaving a mentally retarded look and leaving.

The blonde beauty looked back at him with a smile on her face, and Chen Siye stood in place with a dull and demented expression and watched the two leave, puzzled.

At this time, an uncle walked up to him and said, "This little brother is not from the capital, right?" ”

Chen Siye replied to his senses at this time: "Yes, how do you know? ”

The uncle smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said: "At a glance, you know that you have never seen Xizhou people, there are not a few Xizhou people in the capital, you have been in the capital for a long time, and you will naturally get used to seeing more." ”

Laughing and leaving. Chen Siye couldn't help but suddenly realize, it turned out that they were also from Daji, what a joke, he also knew about Xizhou, but the geographical chronicle didn't say that Xizhou was all Caucasian.

At this time, the two of them were already gone, shaking their heads and smiling, Chen Siye didn't think much about it anymore, and continued to walk back, but he regretted missing the blonde beauty.

When he arrived at the gate of the inner city, he was about to go in with a swagger, but was unexpectedly stopped by the guards drawing their swords, "Who trespassed into the inner city, are you impatient?" ”