He motioned for me to eat, and put the heavy silver in my hand into his sleeve.

"Eat? What are you doing stunned? Seeing that I was still staring at him, he asked.

"You, you, how do you know that I like to eat this?" I pursed my lips and looked down at the two "expensive" strings of rock sugar gourds in my hand.

"Before, I heard your senior sister talk about it." He walked in front of me with a blank face.

I took a bite of the rock sugar gourd in my hand and couldn't help laughing: "But today, it's not my birthday." ”

"What do you mean?" Beilin looked at me puzzled.

"My master, every year on my birthday, he will buy me a string of rock sugar gourds to celebrate for me." At this moment, the syrup on the rock sugar gourd melted in my mouth, sweet and sour.

"Your master, so slammed? Shouldn't you only eat once a year? He asked, looking at me.

I shook my head: "No, if I'm lucky, how many times a year can I eat?" ”

"Little fool, how many birthdays do you have a year?" Thinking I was teasing him, he raised his hand and slapped it on my head.

"Huh!" I hurriedly avoided him: "Because, every time it snows, it's my birthday!" My master picked me up on a snowy day. ”

I said, and when I looked up again, the Stygian Lin was gone.

"God-king?" I looked around, and as a result, I saw that Ming Beilin had come back carrying the old man's big wooden stake.

"You're crazy! How much silver do you have to spend on a string of five taels? "I was distressed.

Beilin said with a calm face: "This Shenjun, I bought everything, if I don't eat it, I'll throw it away!" ”

"Eh, don't, I'll eat, I'll eat." I looked at the red rock sugar gourd, and then looked at the Ming Beilin holding this big wooden stake, and I always felt that he was warmer than the sun above his head, and sweeter than the syrup in his mouth.

"You go slower." Seeing me staring at him, Beilin's pace accelerated inexplicably, and I chased after him while eating rock sugar gourd.

The two talked and laughed, and returned to the old man's mansion.

"Are you back?" The door of this house was open, and Sister Yulan was watering the trees in the front yard, and when she saw me and Beilin coming back, she immediately came over and put down the barrel in her hand.

"Where have you been?" She looked at me, and then looked at the wooden stake in the hand of Ming Beilin: "It turns out that I went out shopping, it's okay, it's ready early, eat it quickly, this sweet thing can't be eaten as a meal." ”

"Oh, good." In fact, along the way, I have eaten five skewers, and I can't eat anything else at all.

However, seeing that Sister Yulan was ready to eat, she still sat down cooperatively and served a little porridge.

Gao Lao came out of the house, and when he saw the Beilin of the Underworld, he said: "Kun God, I don't know Taishan with eyes below, but I don't know that you are Kun God!" ”

This old man must have known the identity of the Beilin from Nishang, so he leaned over to greet the Beilin.

"Kun is, but now he has no divine status." Beilin said indifferently, but a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"The god Kun was degraded, the storyteller of the teahouse, but he said it, I heard it?" Gao Lao opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to speak.

"What is it?" Beilin was calm and looked at Elder Gao.

"Those storytellers are all made up and can't be taken seriously." After Elder Gao finished speaking, he hurriedly went to the kitchen and brought out a casserole.

In this casserole, there is a disgusting smell.

I can't even eat it, and I can't even make a show.