Chapter 141: Storytelling
Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so Duanmu Xiu simply drank some tea to eliminate his appetite.
"By the way, why are you here?"
"Teacher, I seem to have seen a dark shadow just now, and I don't feel comfortable coming to see you."
Mrs. Xiao's smile remained unchanged: "Oh? Is it too much sleep and dizzy? I've just been in the study, and I didn't see anyone breaking in! ”
Duanmuxiu nodded: "I guess it's really wrong." It's just a flash, and it's gone before I can see it clearly. That being said, Duanmuxiu looked at the teacher and always felt that something was wrong.
"By the way, teacher, should I go back?"
"What, homesick?"
Duanmuxiu nodded honestly, he has been away from home for half a year, and it must be false to say that he doesn't want to go home.
"Your results this time will come out in twenty days at the earliest, and one month at the slatest. I think it's not too late for you to stay in peace for a month and then go back. After speaking, he took a sip of tea, "You haven't had a good time in Kyoto after you have been here for half a year, take this opportunity to play, I'm afraid you won't have such a quiet time in the future." ”
Duanmu Xiu thought about it too, and went to sleep obediently after drinking tea.
When I woke up the next day, I only felt relaxed, and the burden that had been pressing on my shoulders was gone.
Since there is nothing to do, I simply go out for a walk, I have always heard that the storyteller of the Kyoto teahouse has a very good story, so I just went to listen to it.
Looking at the silver ticket prepared by the green pothos, he didn't even use one, picked it up and just put it in his arms, just about to go out, hesitated, only pulled one out, and put the others into the baggage honestly.
Just after breakfast in Kyoto, it was already bustling, shouting for business, juggling, and hanging out.
Xiao Qian opened his big round eyes, obviously very happy. He was temporarily pulled by his grandfather yesterday, and he thought he was going to help his master perform some task, but it turned out to be to accompany Duanmu Xiu.
But he likes this job, although his grandfather is the housekeeper in the house, but he is usually busy dealing with the affairs of the shop outside, and rarely moves in the house.
So for the disciple of the master, he is still very curious, after all, he is a scholar, and he is much more powerful than himself.
Fortunately, Duanmu Xiuren is good, and there is no scholar Qinggao, so Xiao Qian likes him very much.
"Childe, let's go, there is Qingyuan Teahouse in front, this is the No. 1 teahouse in Kyoto, do you know why?"
Duanmuxiu was also curious, so he continued to ask, "Why?" ”
Xiao Qian's eyebrows fluttered and said: "Because Mr. Sanri, the story he tells is unique, let's go quickly, there will be no good seats when it's late." ”
So sought-after? Looking at the three-story teahouse in front of it, it is very magnificent, and it is really worthy of the name of the first.
Mr. Mirichi? Interesting.
Walking over, there really weren't many vacant seats, Xiao Qian seemed to have been here many times, and after finding a good seat, he led Duanmuxiu over.
ordered a pot of jasmine tea, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of melon seeds, and Duanmuxiu was about to take the money bag, but Xiao Qian had already given it.
"How does this work? I got it! Duanmuxiu hurriedly said.
Xiao Qian stuck out his tongue: "Hehe, this is given by grandpa, saying that it is specially for you to prepare expenses." Hehe, we still have a lot of flowers. ”
Duanmuxiu didn't know for a moment whether to say that the teacher was considerate or that he was too poor, and he thought that the teacher thought he had come to Kyoto without money.
If you want to say something, Xiao Qian hurriedly applauded, and Mr. Sanri came.
Duanmuxiu originally thought that Mr. Storyteller had been to an old man, but when he looked up, he turned out to be a handsome young man.
No wonder there are so many women in the teahouse, it turns out that this is the case, he was puzzled before, but now it makes sense.
Mr. Sanri first bowed before saying: "Yesterday we said that Sun Wukong has been crushed under Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years, so what should it do?" ”
Xiao Qian saw Duanmuxiu's dazed face, so he hurriedly whispered to Duanmuxiu about the previous plot.
Duanmu Xiu nodded for a while, it sounded really good, no wonder it was so hot.
"Hey, are you all done? When two big men get together, forget it, and chirp and talk crookedly, it's not annoying! ”
A veiled woman at the next table suddenly spoke, and although her voice was good, her words were harsh.
Duanmuxiu subconsciously glanced back, although she was wearing a veil, it could be seen that this woman should have a good family background, at least the clothes she was wearing were something Duanmuxiu had never seen.
There is a soft light on it, which looks expensive and impractical.
In line with the principle that more things are better than less, Duanmuxiu held down Xiao Qian, who was about to refute, and shook his head.
Although Xiao Qian was angry, he saw that Mr. Sanri had already started to tell the story, so he was silent.
Who knew that the girl was even more arrogant: "Look at what, look at me again, let me gouge out your eyeballs, hum." ”
Duanmuxiu was speechless, why was this woman so unreasonable. Thinking about the well-informed lady, there is really too much difference.
It may be that Duanmuxiu's indifferent attitude provoked this woman, and she was stopped by the maid next to her when she wanted to say something, and after a while of comfort, she jumped up and lifted Duanmuxiu's table angrily.
When Duanmu Xiu listened with relish, Mr. Miri suddenly patted the wood: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next decomposition." Everyone, let's come back tomorrow. ”
The people below are anxious and can't wait to go to the stage.
"Don't, one more time!"
"That's it, is that Gao Laozhuang's son-in-law a pig?"
Obviously, everyone was in a hurry, but Mr. Miri, who was smiling, was obviously very satisfied with the result, and went down with a shake of the paper fan.
Xiao Qian lay on the table and wailed: "It's gone and gone, when is it a head!" Can you finish it all in one ......?"
Although Duanmu Xiu was also curious, he was not addicted yet, so he comforted Xiao Qian and patted him on the back.
"Cut, disgusting."
It's that woman again, Duanmuxiu thinks this person is too cynical.
After going out and shopping again, Duanmuxiu was a little hungry, and Xiao Qian said ghostly, "Young master, let's go." I know it's delicious, I'll take you there. ”
Someone from Duanmu Xiule was worried about the arrangement, so he nodded and followed.
"Ahh
"Miss, be careful!"
"Do you know who I am? If you dare, be careful of my ......"
Duanmuxiu was familiar when she heard it, wasn't this the woman sitting behind them?
Just as he was about to turn around and avoid it, Xiao Qian had already run over.
Duanmuxiu sighed and had to resign himself to his fate.
"Isn't it?" Xiao Qian looked at them and then at Duanmu Xiu, and he was a little speechless for a while.
I thought it was a bull bullying girl, but who knew that it was seven or eight big men.
He looks at his little arms and legs, who can he beat?
A man in black shouted, "Don't be nosy, get out of here!" ”
Duanmuxiu and Xiao Qian were stunned there, at this time, it seemed very unauthentic to go, and he didn't want to save people. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Re-walking the Ronghua Road: The Blessed Lady Claw Book House with a Black Belly" for the first time.