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Wang Junlin was really a little thirsty at this time, and was thinking that this guy's tea speed was really too slow, when he saw the singing girl who looked a little cute came over, saluted him and Nie Xiaoyu very seriously, smiled slightly red, wrapped a pot of tea and a handkerchief on the table in front of him, and said, "Two ben gongs, my name is Zheng Shuyi, your tea is here." We don't have anything good to eat here, but this is my treasured dim sum, you can try it. ”

Wang Junlin felt the simple gratitude of the girl named Zheng Shuyi, smiled gently, and said: "Your name is very good, your grandfather is a scholar, I guess it was the name he gave you!" This snack also looks delicious. ”

As he spoke, he picked up a snack the size of a baby's fist and ate it in one gulp, and then took a big sip of tea, he was really thirsty.

"My name wasn't given by my grandfather, I heard my grandfather say it was my mother's name for me." Zheng Shuyi said with a smile, but a touch of sadness flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"Yes, this snack is really delicious, and there is an aroma of apricot blossoms in it." Wang Junlin wanted to ask about the girl's parents, but when he thought about it, he just praised it from the bottom of his heart.

"Really? This is called apricot blossom cake, and it is made by others! Zheng Shuyi sent tea and snacks, but she didn't leave immediately, she wanted to watch the two benevolent fathers finish these snacks, and at this time, when she heard Wang Junlin praise her for making apricot blossom cakes, she was really happy.

Then, when she saw that the beautiful little brother next to Wang Junlin didn't eat her snacks, she was a little disappointed, hesitated for a long time, mustered up a lot of courage, picked up the snacks and handed them to Nie Xiaoyu, and said, "Engong, you can taste it!" I made it myself and it was delicious. ”

Nie Xiaoyu listened to Wang Junlin's words before, and looked motionless at this time, but in fact, according to Wang Junlin's requirements, he was collecting and sorting out various stories similar to the Legend of the White Snake, The Legend of the West Chamber, and the Seven Fairies.

At this time, she looked at the apricot blossom cake handed over by Zheng Shuyi, was stunned for a moment, and then in Wang Junlin's stunned gaze, she took a bite of the apricot blossom cake, and then she may have found that there was an extra gap on the apricot cake that seemed a little asymmetrical, and immediately took a bite on the other side of the symmetrical notch, Wang Junlin dared to swear that the two notches were exactly the same in size, and the position was extremely symmetrical.

"She can still eat, and where has it gone." After Wang Junlin was surprised, he was already puzzled to the extreme.

No matter what Wang Junlin thought, Zheng Shuyi felt very happy when she saw that Nie Xiaoyu had eaten the apricot blossom cake she made, and she ate it quickly, and her eyes smiled like a beautiful crescent.

Soon, Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu finished eating the apricot blossom cake sent by Zheng Shuyi, Nie Xiaoyu continued to be in a daze, and Zheng Shuyi next to him occasionally glanced at Nie Xiaoyu secretly with some nymphomaniac, and then lowered his head again, and his face would blush. Wang Junlin smiled with interest, took a sip of tea with satisfaction, and asked, "When will your grandfather's storytelling end, and what will be the next performance?" ”

The girl wrinkled her nose when she heard this, and asked, "Is my grandfather bad?" ”

"Not so good." Wang Junlin didn't want to belittle the old man in front of his granddaughter, but thinking about what he wanted to do later, he chose to tell the truth.

"My grandfather is the best storyteller in this tile city, and the stories he makes up are also the most popular in the market, and many people like him to tell stories, so it's not bad!" Wang Junlin said something, and the girl was a little unhappy when she heard it.

The girl's reaction was already expected by Wang Junlin, so she naturally didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Your grandfather's storytelling skills are indeed very good, but the stories he tells are really not very good, and they are not attractive!" ”

Scholars are committed to poetry and imperial examinations, stories, and legends in this world, but they are the "crooked ways" in their eyes, far from being the mainstream, let alone prosperous, compared to the development of the Greater China Network in later generations, the difference is not a few streets, but the difference between cloud and mud!

Wang Junlin had also seen Shen Guoer before, in order to pass the time, sometimes he would buy some popular stories and legends on the market, but once he saw Shen Guoer's girl fascinated by it, took it and took a look, and found that the content in it was boring and the imagination was extremely lacking.

Of course, this may be because he comes from the era of the greatest explosion of information in later generations, such as movies, TV series, dramas, stage evenings, and other spiritual cultures, so he is now more confident that after Nie Xiaoyu sorts out some stories, he will come up with a story casually, which will inevitably be very popular for people in this era.

"You said my grandfather's story is not good, then you tell a better one, I'll listen to it." There was unconvincing in the tone of the little girl, she had been making a living in the tile market since she was a child, it can be said that she grew up listening to the stories of storytellers, and she was a real veteran in this industry, she said that her grandfather was the best storyteller, that was not casually said, this is a fact in itself.

Seeing the girl's unconvinced face, Wang Junlin smiled, looked at her and asked, "Have you heard of "A Chinese Ghost Story"?" ”

"A Chinese Ghost Story? Haven't heard of it. After the girl was slightly stunned, she shook her head slightly, "Then you talk about it, let me listen, is it really my grandfather's story." ”

Wang Junlin thought to himself, "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai" was created by Pu Songling, a Qing Dynasty family, have you heard the story strangely?

Looking at Wang Junlin's confident face, the girl remembered something, her eyes lit up, she blinked, pricked up her ears, and was ready to listen carefully, remember carefully, and turn around to tell her grandfather.

Their lives have been difficult, whether it is storytelling or acting, they are all old-fashioned stories and books, lacking new ideas, and there are fewer and fewer viewers who can attract them, and they urgently need new stories or scripts to attract more guests, otherwise, it will be difficult to maintain even the most basic life.

However, good stories and scripts often sell for a very high price, and they simply can't afford to hire those talents who have the ability to write stories and scripts, and those talents are not willing to do this kind of thing that they don't think is tasteless. Seeing that Wang Junlin was so confident, and the name "A Chinese Ghost Story" sounded very innovative, at least it was a story she had never heard of, so the girl couldn't help but have the idea of Wang Junlin's story in her heart.

Wang Junlin took another sip of tea, combed it in his mind, and wanted to talk about it, but found that although he knew the general plot of the story "A Chinese Ghost Story", he didn't know it in detail and completely, and if he said it, the effect might not be very good, so he turned his head to Nie Xiaoyu and said, "Xiaoyu, it's better for you to tell this story to Miss Shuyi." ”