Wan Buyu said with his mouth, and his feet had already followed Qingjia into the teahouse.

The teahouse is traditionally decorated and full of charm, with a first-class three-storey floor, and a small platform on the ground floor, on which two artists are playing the pipa and singing a tactful tune.

Qingjia sat down at a small table next to the small table, on which there were melon seeds and tea.

"Two gentlemen?"

A waiter, dressed as a child, ran over with a menu and greeted him warmly.

"Well, you two, let's get a pot for us, and besides, I'd like to order a tune."

Qingjia skillfully circled the waiter's menu and handed it to him.

"Thank you, officer! You please, okay! ”

The waiter was really like Xiao Er, waved the towel on his shoulder, and shouted loudly to the kitchen, "A pot of good wine!" Serve warm! ”

After finishing speaking, he ran to the small platform, whispered a few times to the two artists, and nodded to Qingjia.

The artist really cleared his throat and began to sing a small song to celebrate the Jia point, and the people in the teahouse listened quietly, occasionally whispering a few times, which was harmless.

"Guest, your wine."

The waiter bowed down the wine, poured it for Qingjia and Wan Buyu, lowered his head, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why are you so happy?"

Seeing this, it's a little strange, this waiter seems to know Qingjia.

"I'm just happy, my husband has always come to listen to music alone, and now he has company, I'm happy for him."

The waiter's words made Wan not stupid, "I misunderstood, Qingjia treats me like a father and a brother, it's not what you think." ”

"In this way, I am also happy for my husband, after all, I am not alone."

The waiter smiled apologetically, "Please slow down." ”

After he left, Wan Buyu squinted at Qingjia, "You came to listen to the music alone?" ”

"Or else? I don't have a wife. ”

Qingjia shrugged, hooked the corners of his mouth, and looked at the two artists on the stage with a pair of phoenix eyes.

"It's a pity, after singing this song, the old gentleman will not be able to do it."

Wan Buyu also looked at the old man on the stage, "I can't see that his life has not been counted." ”

"Well, you don't need it."

Qingjia took a sip and said slowly: "I know that your reincarnation is hard, compared to you, I am much better, at least, I don't have to wear strange worlds, I have always been here."

From ancient times to the present, I have always been in the famous mountain, and later in the war years, I went to work as a war correspondent, participated in various wars, and met many people.

One of the generals, I don't know how, recognized me, talked a lot, and finally gave me his little library to tidy up.

Time passed, the war ended, the times slowly developed, and the small bookstore became the current newsstand.

This has become a problem for me, because without a golden body, I can't go back to the underworld like you, and there is no way to find that general, I miss it very much. ”

"General..."

Wan Buyu suddenly thought of someone, "I said, why is there one more person in the Xudu Palace, it turns out to be him." ”

"What, he's in the Great Hall of Xudu?"

Qingjia was a little surprised, but he was not stupid but disagreed, "The years in the mountains are easy to pass, and the world has been prosperous for thousands of years.

He's not been in the underworld for a day or two, everyone knows that he's waiting for you to return, but you don't know it. ”

"In that case, then I'm much more relieved."

Qingjia took a sip of wine, looked at the dying old man on the stage, and sighed: "But I'm not stupid, I can't just leave the newsstand alone."

Since he is in the underworld, then his descendants, I will find them anyway and return the newsstand to them. ”