The booklet stopped again halfway through.

Luohong didn't care and continued to turn the page.

This time, when her hand landed on the booklet, it cracked page by page, inch by inch, as if it had been subjected to some force.

Luo Hong panicked and hugged the booklets that had turned into cracked silk.

But they still couldn't be kept.

What should be lost will still be lost.

Luo Hong's hands are empty, and his eyes are empty.

It's like losing your soul.

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"Can you help me find that guy just now?"

Luo Hong knelt on the ground and said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, you wait a minute."

Meng Ji stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

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Under the bright sun, the storyteller walked leisurely in the crowd, as if he had deliberately let Meng Ji discover it.

Meng Ji didn't think much about it and chased after him directly.

Walk through the crowd and come from East Street to West Street.

The storyteller holds a wine jug in one hand and eats peanuts in the other.

Seeing Meng Ji, a light flashed in his devastated eyes.

"It's finally here."

The storyteller smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and did not say much to Meng Ji.

"Who are you?"

Meng Ji asked unhurriedly following the storyteller.

The storyteller eats peanuts and wine, and there is no smile on his face.

"You think these peanuts and wine should be our taste?"

The storyteller's voice was hoarse, and the things in his hands were like chewing wax with him.

"You're not human, don't you ......"

Meng Ji thought of what Luo Hong said before, and then compared it with his spiritual breath.

"Sure enough, then ...... you and her"

The storyteller took Meng Ji to a quiet place and smiled.

"What? Are you interested in the story of my storyteller? ”

The storyteller walked to a pavilion in the middle of the bamboo forest, where a table scene was arranged.

"If you want to hear it, you can make me a pot of tea, this yellow soup and fresh water are not tasteful, and people don't have the strength to speak after drinking it."

Meng Ji didn't speak, and he had to do it in order to get what he wanted.

It is not difficult for him to make tea, after all, the longest he has done in those days in Yun Ying's ballad is to practice making various teas with Yan Qi.

Although Yan Qi always has his own ideas to make a mess of tea, he can make the best tea every time, and when Yan Qi is unhappy, he steals the beams and changes the pillars.

So much so that to this day, she doesn't know the reason why her tea-making skills fluctuate.

After the tea was brewed, Meng Ji and the storyteller poured a lamp.

The storyteller smiled at the smell of tea.

"It turned out to be a person with deep feelings, and I can't see it."

The storyteller laughed at Meng Ji.

Meng Ji was not ashamed to be said, and looked at the storyteller calmly.

The storyteller smacked his lips and tasted it, then put the teacup on the table and spoke.

"I guess you know, right? I'm actually a parasite that only eats the dragon. ”

The storyteller said that his hands trembled.

Memories like him are like a long thread, and all kinds of frozen images hang on the line.

"Actually, I have a relationship with Princess Luohong."

As he spoke, a smile gradually appeared on the storyteller's face, like a child in a sweet dream.

"We were lucky enough to see it that day, but I was just a spectator."

The storyteller touched his half-aged face and smiled miserably.

Weak sunlight shines through the gaps between the bamboo leaves on the storyteller's hands.

He stretched out his palm, and a hairpin seemed to appear in his hand.

The smile on his face was also sweetened.

Under the flower moon that year, he was a monster with an ugly appearance and a hoarse voice.

And she is like a fairy in the Moon Palace.

As usual, he was painting at night, and he happened to see the little girl who was sticking her head out of the window on tiptoe and looking out.

The little girl's eyes are as bright as a galaxy, and she is as white as a green onion.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, he naturally couldn't help but want to paint it and freeze the beautiful moment.

He was drawing the girl and suddenly disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, she appeared under the wall of the palace where he was sitting.

Seeing the little girl stepping on the shadow of the flower happily, his heart was pounding.

Such a beautiful view that he couldn't help but want to get closer.

He jumped off the palace wall, cautiously following the little girl not far away, while seriously drawing the girl's figure.

Suddenly, the hairpin on the girl's head was caught in a branch, and she hurried into the flowers like a frightened bird.

She didn't know how dazzling her crescent-colored white dress was in a crowd of red flowers, and she didn't know how cute she looked when she stared around with big eyes.

"Your stuff is gone."

For the first time, he mustered up the courage to walk up to the little girl and say to the little girl.

His hoarse voice was like a thorn in his dream, waking him from his dream, and there was a hint of horror on his ugly face.

"I'm sorry to scare you, but don't worry, I won't hurt you, I'll put the hairpin here for you."

It's just the first time in his life that he has spoken to her.

It is also the most talked about in my life.

Later, the two always met at night tacitly, and the young man thought of a way to fulfill all the wishes of the little girl, but he didn't dare to let her see his true face.

Eventually, he mustered up the courage to tell her what he really was.

He thought that if she couldn't accept herself, then he would continue to retire to be her patron saint in the night.

It turns out that she is indeed a person who cares about her looks.

He heard that she was in love with the enemy's son, and she did not hesitate to die for him.

That time, he discovered the importance of appearance for the first time, a good-looking person is good, and people can always fall in love with it at first sight.

Later, he became a substitute for her sin.

Whenever she did anything wrong, he would quietly appear next to her parents and take all the blame away.

Later, he went to prison, where he spent his days painting in the darkness of his cell.

He wanted to give her all the pictures he had drawn.

He wanted to tell her that he could help her draw the world she wanted to see.

In the second year of his persistent painting, a flower floated in from outside his cell.

The jailers opened their cells and let them escape.

That day, he walked out of the cell where he had been locked up for more than a year with Qionghua flying from the sky in his hand.

When he came out, he saw countless dead bodies.

At that moment, his brain roared, and the first thing he thought of was his little princess.

That little princess who loves to laugh, is naughty and willful.

When he walked to the Hongdu Bridge, he found that countless people were holding her hands and feet, pressing her head, and forcibly stuffing her into a sedan chair.

He clearly looked at the tears on her face, and clearly felt her grief-stricken emotions.

He wanted to rush out and save her from the fire.

But how could he alone be the enemy of more than a thousand?

After several battles, he was taken prisoner and sent with her to the thorny forest.

They have been keeping a distance not far away.

He always had to watch her suffer but couldn't do anything about it.

At that time, he was very transparent about himself, and he hated that useless self very much.