Zhang Xiaofan shouted a few times towards the bamboo house in the bamboo forest, but no one answered, only the wind whistled, and after a long time, an old voice responded:

"Boy, it's rare that you still remember me, come in!"

Mr. Bai Lao is a storyteller, the same as his own master before, who travels south and north, and makes the world his home.

Listening to his master, Mr. Bai said that the book was good, but after an accident, Mr. Bai came to this bamboo forest, couldn't hide, and became an old woodcutter.

My master and Mr. Bai should have a good relationship, I came a few times when I was young, but I only heard the master talk about it.

In the past, when Mr. Bai was telling stories, he traveled from south to north, sometimes in a teahouse, sometimes on the street, and was accompanied by a small and pretty girl, who was her granddaughter.

But during the Republic of China, there was a teahouse storytelling, and his granddaughter was favored by a big warlord and was forcibly taken captive to be a maid and concubine.

At last his granddaughter, who was disobedient at night, seemed to have bitten the great warlord, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, and whose body had just grown, but was forcibly defiled by the beast, and then thrown into the army, and tortured to death.

In that incident, Mr. Bai was also beaten half to death, almost killed, but his master saved him, and there was only one old life left to survive.

Since then, Mr. Bai has not been telling stories, so he has closed his mouth and retired to the rivers and lakes, he may still have a wound in his heart now, this time Zhang Xiaofan came, if he mentioned storytelling, I am afraid that he would tear apart Mr. Bai's wounds.

This also made Zhang Xiaofan regret a little, he shouldn't have said big things in the first place, and promised the dead little fat man.

The bamboo forest is very quiet, in front of a clear small lake, stepping on the bamboo raft, came to the island in the middle of the small lake, saw the door of the bamboo house, a white-haired old man, holding a firewood knife in his hand, breaking the bamboo slender, weaving all kinds of exquisite bamboo baskets.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan standing on the bamboo raft, his body was straight, without oars, and the bamboo raft was moving forward by himself, the old man laughed:

"Xiaofan, I haven't seen you for a few years, your skills have increased greatly, and you are about to catch up with your master. ”

Zhang Xiaofan also showed a smug smile, jumped off the bamboo raft, and came to Mr. Bai:

"Mr. Bai, my master and his old man have turned into immortals, and I am much worse than that old man, I don't know what Mr. Bai has to say?"

Mr. Bai took the wine in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, smelled it, and put it in a bamboo basket.

"What can I teach? If I had martial arts, my leg wouldn't have been broken, my ...... Alas, I won't mention the past, but you actually came, so you will have two drinks with me, an old man. ”

Mr. Bai, whose legs are lame and inconvenient to walk, put down the baskets in his hand, and he lives by weaving these baskets to sell them for money.

simply fried two dishes, and took out a pot of self-brewed red rattan wine, while warming the wine, chatting with Zhang Xiaofan and telling stories, this kind of scene, this kind of environment, makes people very comfortable, and makes people's hearts calm.

One old and one young said, it was almost dark, the old man was originally a storyteller, plus the lonely old man lived here alone, no one spoke for too long, and there were also a lot of words.

"Xiaofan, old man, although I don't have martial arts, but I used to go from south to north, and it is not wrong to look at people's eyesight.

If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, do you want to ask me for help with something, and you're embarrassed to say it?"

Mr. Bai also saw that Zhang Xiaofan was pinching slightly, but took the initiative to speak, and it could be seen that Mr. Bai was in a good mood now.

"Mr. Bai, I did come to you for something, I am now a teacher at Vermilion Bird City High School, and one of the students has inherited cross talk, and now cross talk always tells some jokes.

I feel that these are too low-level, not as wonderful as Mr. Bai's storytelling, and I want to invite Mr. Bai to talk about a book to fulfill one of my students' dreams. ”

Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, Mr. Bai, who was smiling brightly, immediately sank his face, and a sense of sadness appeared, as if he remembered the old past again.

"You are a good teacher, I am old, I don't live long, and I have no children.

Although I haven't been able to let go for so many years, my granddaughter sometimes remembers it vividly, as if she is still jumping around me, showing a happy smile and showing her cute little tiger teeth.

I'm afraid that in a year or two, I will also go to see my granddaughter, times have changed, and it's nothing, it's okay to talk to you, is there any money?, is there a lot of money?"

Zhang Xiaofan thought that Mr. Bai would refuse, but he didn't expect to agree, which would surprise Zhang Xiaofan, and at the same time feel pitiful for this old man.

"Mr. Bai, if you want money, how much money do you need?"

People like Mr. Bai should not care about money, and at the same time, Zhang Xiaofan also asked.

"I have no children, I know my body, I can't last three years at most, I need money to buy a coffin, I need money for the villagers to help me bury it, if you can give it, I'll go talk about it.

Let's talk about the Spring and Autumn Period, talk about the wind and rain, talk about the rivers and lakes, and talk about the heroic spirit of the rivers and lakes, and the sword will open the sky and take the head......"

Mr. Bai seems to like storytelling very much, and when it comes to storytelling, his two old eyes shine, and that momentum suddenly comes again.

"Okay, is 200,000 enough?"

"Enough!"

Zhang Xiaofan made a phone call to Guo Xiaopang and asked for an appearance fee of 200,000 yuan.

There are inheritances in the cross talk world, and there are also records on the genealogy of the Jianghu events, and I also know that there are some masters.

Soon the little fat man called back and said that his father was willing to give money, as long as he was that kind of master, not to mention 200,000 or 500,000, because in their cross talk world, they were tired of talking about jokes, and the guests were tired of listening to them, and they needed to break through.

That night, Zhang Xiaofan took Mr. Bai's hand and slowly walked out of the bamboo forest and headed for Vermilion Bird City.

At the same time, I called Aunt Wu and asked Aunt Wu to come out and listen, but Aunt Wu said that she was hurting underneath and was about to be scrapped by Zhang Xiaofan, and she was not in good spirits and tired and needed to rest, so she didn't come.

It's Teacher Yongting, now that the scar is healed, she forgot the pain, and she started to wave again, and she was angry with Zhang Xiaofan on the phone, so she was naturally willing to come.

Teacher Yongting, wearing a pair of cyan jeans, has a full and moving figure, a charming face, a shawl, and a white shirt, looking exceptionally beautiful, driving her famous car, to the suburbs, picking up Zhang Xiaofan and the two.

Zhang Xiaofan was reluctant to pay for a taxi, so he called this woman over, and after getting out of the car, he flattered Zhang Xiaofan.

"Xiaofan, who is this old grandfather?

Seeing Teacher Yongting, the two full moons behind the cowboy were bulging, and I couldn't help but clap it twice with my hand:

"Well, it's my old-timer! just call him Mr. Bai. ”

"Xiaofan, this little girl is so beautiful, is your appearance good?"

Zhang Xiaofan: "No!"

Yongting: "Isn't it?"

Mr. Bai saw Yong Ting, dressed fashionably, and looked charming, obviously a little disliked, and was relieved when he heard Zhang Xiaofan say no.

Yong Ting pouted, obviously wronged, and gently slapped Zhang Xiaofan's waist with her hand when she got into the car.

Mr. Bai was not interested in the bustling metropolis and the busy traffic, and sat in the car with his eyes closed all the way, as if he didn't bother to take a look.

(End of chapter)