The woman looked back at the man's reaction and couldn't help but raise her hand and pat the man, who immediately returned with an embarrassed smile.

This couple seems ordinary, but it seems to have a kind of freedom.

Su Mo didn't seem to notice it, just looked at the scenery outside the window of the restaurant, his eyes were confused......

The old storyteller on the high platform continued to tell the story from his mouth, the story that was passed down from mouth to mouth, and there were many different opinions.

The drunkards and tea guests in the audience seemed to have heard it countless times, but they still listened carefully.

The fireworks in this world seem to have an indescribable tranquility in this restaurant.

Xiao Xuanji looked at the food on the table for a while, and then looked at the men and women at the adjacent table for a while, and when he saw the woman looking at Su Mo curiously, he immediately turned his head to look at Su Mo.

"Senior brother, can I eat?" Xiao Xuanji asked cautiously, and moved his index finger at the human delicacies on the table.

Su Mo came back to his senses and nodded at Xiao Xuanji.

Xiao Xuanji immediately couldn't bear it, and surged against the wind and clouds on the table, as if a countryman who had never seen the world entered the city for the first time......

The breeze swept into the restaurant, blowing Su Mo's white hair like snow.

At the end of the ink pen on top of the long hair, the mirror swayed.

Su Mo slowly raised the wine cup on the table, raised his head and drank it......

Xiao Xuanji looked at the wine in Su Mo's cup and sniffed it curiously, but felt that this was not Su Mo's kind of 'Nine Milk' at the beginning, and immediately lost interest.

The fragrance of the nine milks is different from this.

Slowly the wine in the cup, but the mouth is sparse.

Su Mo actually forgot what kind of wine tasting it was like, whether it was the taste of wine, or the past feelings of the wine tasper.

At the end of the old storyteller's chapter, the drunkard tea guests dispersed.

There are only five people left in the restaurant, Su Moxiao Xuanji, the men and women at the adjacent table and the old storyteller......

The old storyteller packed up the utensils on the high table, and his eyes swept over to the two tables of guests who seemed to be different from other drunkards, and after thinking about it, he walked over.

"I don't know how many guest officers think of my wine?"

Su Mo nodded, "It's a little lighter......

The old storyteller smiled and shook his head, "This wine, a hundred people have a variety of tastes in the mouth." ”

"It's all different. Just like a human experience, if the past experience is too strong, drinking this wine will naturally feel light. ”

Su Mo raised his head and looked at the old storyteller suspiciously, "It seems that Mr. has extremely rich experience in this life." ”

The old storyteller shook his head slowly and sighed.

"It's just that I've lived a little longer, and naturally some young people don't understand the feelings."

"Young people drink light wine, middle-aged people like strong wine, but now they are old and like light wine."

"Wine tasting is like tasting people, it is the guest officer who feels that it is light......"

Su Mo was slightly stunned, and then nodded slightly.

The people of the world are born ordinary, but they also have their own understanding of life.

"The gentleman is well-informed, and wants to ask the gentleman about someone." Su Mo held on to hope and asked again.

The old storyteller sat down slowly, "The guest officer wants to ask, have you ever heard of a person named 'Confucian Sage'?" The old man had already heard it just now. ”

Su Mo nodded, he had already asked too many people, but they never knew that there was a Confucian saint in this world.

This storyteller is his last hope.

But as if doomed to disappointment, the old storyteller sighed and shook his head.

"I haven't heard of it."

Su Mo silently lowered his head, looking dazed.

The aroma of wine in the cup is still the same, but it seems to feel a little lighter......

The old storyteller turned his head to look at the men and women at the next table again, and asked again, "What does the guest think of my wine?" ”

The man and woman looked at each other and smiled, and the man said calmly: "It's a little astringent." ”

The old storyteller smiled dumbly, "The guest officer has drunk too much...... After all, our wine is just a ration for the people to drink. ”

The old storyteller seems to be a simple sentence, and he points out the extraordinary identity of men and women.

The man was slightly stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile.

The woman asked, "How can the gentleman's storyteller know so many stories that the world does not know?" ”

The old storyteller shook his head, "It's just that the restaurant is full of people, and there are always people who are good at talking, and they talk more, and the old man remembers more." ”

"It's just a story.......

"It can't be true."

It's a story, but is it just a story?

Su Mo didn't know, and Xiao Xuanji didn't understand it even more......

The man and the woman nodded as if they didn't understand, but they didn't know what they were writing.

Obviously, they didn't feel the slightest power of cultivation in the old storyteller......

"Sir's insights in the world can be collected into the book and continued." The man smiled thoughtfully.

The old storyteller sighed and shook his head, "Storytelling is storytelling, why do you want to teach people to do things?" ”

"People listen to books just to have some fun in their leisure time."

"There are more things in the book, and people don't like to listen to them......"

"Besides..."The storyteller looked at the scenery outside the window of the restaurant, and his figure was a little rickety.

"I can't say much longer......"

The fragrance of the restaurant seems to condense some indescribable sadness.

The man and woman stared at the old storyteller and sighed deeply.

The old storyteller has already condensed a death intent, and it is already twilight......

Xiao Xuanji looked up at the old storyteller, and there seemed to be sadness in his expression.

In his eyes, the death of others always makes him sad.

Only Su Mo's expression was calm, as if there were no waves......

The old storyteller looked at Su Mo and laughed slowly, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, why do you have to hold on to it?" ”

Su Mo nodded and asked, "What can't the old gentleman let go?" ”

The old storyteller looked back at everything in the restaurant, and seemed a little reluctant.

"I can't let go of this restaurant, after I die, where will the villagers find a little leisure ......?"

Su Mo nodded, "Sell it to me, I'll open this restaurant." ”

The old storyteller looked at Su Mo and laughed, "If the guest officer is willing, why not send you." ”

"What more do I want that money for?"

The men and women on the side looked at this simple meeting, and sent them out of the restaurant, a little puzzled.

Xiao Xuanji looked up at Su Mo and looked at Su Mo in confusion...... Don't you want to look for that 'Confucian saint'?

But when I thought about it, I couldn't find that person all the way, so I understood something.

Su Mo looked at the old storyteller, "Okay." ”

There seems to be no reason, and it seems to be a helpless move.

The man and woman looked at the peaceful Su Mo and the old storyteller, and left with a smile.

The restaurant is filled with the aroma of wine, which lingers.

When the two left, Su Mo sighed at the old storyteller, "What did the old man see in me?" ”

The old storyteller shook his head with a smile, "I have been running this restaurant for decades, and when I see more people, I slowly understand how to read people." The old man saw the extraordinaryness of the guest officer, and his gestures were all that kind of detached temperament. ”

"The guest officer should not be a mortal such as me, but his expression seems to be rootless duckweed, and he is a little confused."

"The guest officer is looking for a way back, why not find a way first?"

Su Mo looked up at the old storyteller, doubting in his heart.

Is Old Storyteller really just mortal?