Boss Chi couldn't help but urged Song Huanxi two more sentences: "Ah Huan, the guests are waiting!" ”

He only thoroughly discovered the importance of Song Huanxi today, and as soon as the meal arrived at six o'clock in the evening, the guests who came asked one after another, why hasn't Mr. Storyteller come yet?

On weekdays, around eight o'clock, there are no customers in the store, and today it is still full of people, just to wait for a little storyteller.

Boss Chi calculated, if every day is like today, he can sell one more hour.

Sell some drinks, peanuts, make some snacks, and make a lot of money!

Song Huanxi smiled, did not start speaking immediately, but carried a large pot of hot water with great eyesight, and saw that the teacup on the table was empty, so he refilled the cup.

In the end, he took out the bowl cake brought by home, put it on a plate from Chi Kee Noodle Restaurant, and sent it to Lu Xingbang in the corner, "Sir, your dim sum." ”

Lu Xingbang raised his eyebrows, Song Huanxi smiled silently, turned around and took the Ming Pao handed over by the guest, flipped to the supplement, first read the Condor Heroes, and then read the legend of the white-haired witch.

Although she deliberately slowed down, she quickly finished reading the two serials.

The guests were a little unsatisfied, and they shouted for Song Huanxi to read two more articles.

The guests who came brought a lot of newspapers, Song Huanxi picked a few more articles from the supplement of the Cheng Bao and the Express to read, but there were the Condor Heroes and the white-haired witch Zhuyu in front, and these articles couldn't help but look a little dry when they read.

Seeing that the guests were a little disappointed, Song Huanxi thought about it and promised: "Tomorrow, I will bring this book to read and promise to satisfy everyone!" ”

The guests happily responded, drank the residual tea in the cup, and dispersed in twos and threes.

After Song Huanxi finished cleaning up the tables and chairs, it was already past nine o'clock, and Boss Chi asked kindly: "It's so late, why don't I give you a ride?" ”

Song Huanxi politely refused: "No, I'm fast, I'll be there in a while." ”

If that person understood what she meant, he wouldn't have to worry about it tonight.

Song Huanxi took a pack of wontons from Boss Chi and walked out briskly.

Soon arrived at the entrance of Chi Ji's back alley, Song Huanxi sighed softly, it was dark in front, and the street lights were broken again?

Obviously it was fine when I left yesterday.

In the dark, Lu Xingbang's figure slowly emerged, like a shadow cheetah in the night, elegant and calm.

He chuckled and said, "It seems that I guessed correctly, you really have something to look for me." ”

The girl was so smart that she knew to give him snacks and tell him that he had something to look for.

Song Huanxi laughed and replied, "How does the bowl cake taste?" ”

Lu Xingbang licked his lips and responded: "Sweet but not greasy, smooth and delicious." ”

The two of them said as they walked forward in the dark, Song Huanxi was already a little used to it, but she was not so afraid, and said with a smile: "This is the craft of my second sister, I want her to go to the door of the theater in Kowloon to sell some snacks." ”

"I want you to take care of me."

Lu Xingbang laughed: "What else should I do-"

"For trivial matters, I'll tell my brothers later, and tell them to take care of Sister Ling's stall."

Song Huanxi thanked generously: "Then you bothered." ”

Lu Xingbang changed his words, but asked about her study in the acting class: "How do you feel on the first day of class today?" ”

Song Huanxi's eyes widened, and he said with a smile: "It's very interesting, the actress Lin Yu personally taught us!" ”

Lu Xingbang cooperated and made a little surprised: "Lin Yu? ”

Song Huanxi nodded, she didn't like the gossip after people, Lin Yu and Long Wu didn't say anything, only the record singing.

Then he talked about Qin Dao, who was full of personality, and talked about the little daughter-in-law who had no husband and was forced to marry in debt, and after the twists and turns of the plot, Qin Dao asked them to continue writing.

Lu Xingbang laughed out loud: "That male student really said that? Heroes from the sky? Hahahaha, why didn't he just get a monkey down to hug him? ”

Song Huanxi thought about it seriously, "If the hero fails, maybe the monkey will come down?" ”

Lu Xingbang was amused by her serious appearance again, his eyes shone in the dark night, his smile faded, but the smile was thicker, and his voice was a few degrees lower:

"What about you? Having said all that, how did you continue to write? ”

This is Song Huanxi's proud work, it is effortless to memorize, she is impassioned, and she also has an action expression, but she just replaced An Xiuniang's name.

"She pushed her children forward: 'I can't tell, I still have sons and daughters, sons and daughters, and grandchildren!' ”

……

After a few words, but he didn't get a response from Lu Xingbang for a long time, Song Huanxi looked up suspiciously, but met a pair of burning black eyes-

"Very good—"

"Continued, very good."

The man's voice was low and soft, with unprecedented tenderness, "Alright, you go home!" ”

Song Huanxi realized that the two of them stopped in the boundary of alternating light and dark of the street lamp, and they didn't know how long they had been standing.

She only needed one step to step into the light, but she rarely hesitated.

In the final analysis, Song Huanxi is just an eighteen-year-old girl, who has shouldered the burden of a family, but rarely has the opportunity to communicate with others.

Lu Xingbang is really a good listener.

Song Huanxi said softly: "Thank you for being willing to listen to me." ”

Lu Xingbang smiled, a mouthful of white teeth shining in the dark: "It's good to have more chatter like this." ”

He deliberately sighed and said, "After all, Mr. Xiao hasn't changed other people's articles recently!" ”

Song Huanxi was ashamed and embarrassed, and fled directly.

After walking briskly for half a street, she paused to look behind her, only to see that behind the tall man, the street lamps were lit up one after another, as if the light was chasing the black figure.

Song Huanxi vaguely understood why the street lights happened to go out twice in a row.

It turned out that Lu Xingbang had been carefully protecting her.

The unknown joy diluted the fatigue of the day, and Song Huanxi's steps were brisker.

When I got home, the second sister sat at the table, little by little, sleepy and trying to open her eyes: "I put Wen Tsai to sleep, what's the matter, can I go sell snacks tomorrow?" ”

Song Huanxi saw that she was trapped like this, and she couldn't remember what she said, so she simply sent her to sleep first, and she would talk about it tomorrow morning.

She didn't go to bed right away after a simple wash, but carried a chair and came to the bookshelf again.

On the top of the bookshelf are ancestral manuscripts and a pile of legal texts.

The second layer is much more interesting.

Her father forbade her to read it before she was eighteen years old.

When her father was alive, Song Huanxi was still a little curious, but unfortunately her father stared at her death, she had no chance to start, and when her father went, she was busy supplementing the family.

Unexpectedly, it was really after she was eighteen years old that she touched this second layer of books for the first time.

When Song Huanxi was in class during the day, when he heard the name of the border city, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Thinking about it later, Xu was on this second shelf.

(End of chapter)