It's a bit miserable, isn't it? ”

After reading all the contents of the book quickly, Gu Juan closed the book and wanted to express his opinion, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only hold back a miserable evaluation in the end.

In the eyes of him who has experienced all kinds of baptism in time and space, there are several storytelling stories, all of which are embarrassing sensational stories of tragedy for the sake of tragedy.

Fortunately, he still has a confidant lover, that is, the girl in red who will never abandon him, and life and death depend on him, otherwise he really can't imagine what kind of face this thing still has to live in the world.

However, the red clothes in the book are described as too beautiful and noble, and they have been misunderstood by Gu Sheng again and again, but they still maintain truth, kindness and beauty, exuding the brilliance of human nature, which is simply incompatible with this series of stories, and forcibly creates an image that is almost perfect.

"Am I really that miserable?"

Gu Juan showed his patrol axe, and carefully observed his face through the bright axe surface, and felt that he could see it.

So, what exactly does she want to do?

Is it really fine-grained?

In this way, a series of stories that make him sweat at a glance will be very popular, especially among those big girls and little daughters-in-law, and even to the point that they will talk privately in the boudoir and talk about the red-clothed Gu Sheng.

It's really emotional, speechless and choked.

If you don't understand, don't think about it first, and when the conditions are not sufficient, resolutely don't do stupid things that drill the horns of the bull.

He quickly put this matter aside for the time being, packed his bags and walked towards Pingxia County in front of him.

After a few days of analysis and judgment, Gu Juan can basically conclude that although the story of him and the bride in red is circulating here, she is not here, and she has not even appeared here.

Therefore, he doesn't have to be too nervous, Qian Dayu's identity can still be used, and he can enter the city if he wants to, everything is still in accordance with the previous plan.

Half a day later, Gu Ju, who was carrying the burden, walked through the city gate, and finally returned to the large crowd gathering place he liked again after dozens of days.

After finding an inn and settling down, Gu Juan walked around the street, first searched around to inquire about the Xiang Mansion, and after confirming and comparing the various statements he heard, he came to the second floor of a teahouse, and after ordering some refreshments casually, he squinted his eyes and listened.

There was no storyteller downstairs, but an old man with his granddaughter playing and singing there, but the content of the song he sang was still the story of Gu Sheng and Hongyi.

When Gu Juan sat down, he just began to say that "the down-and-out Gu Shengxiu is not successful, and all the family property and fertile land are occupied".

He pursed his lips, listened to a few words dispensably, and suddenly found that this thing was unexpectedly good, and the plot that seemed to him to be so embarrassing that it was unstoppable after being played and sung by this little girl's mouth, it quickly made him interested in chasing down.

After listening to one part, he threw a few copper coins, and then listened to another, until his stomach was empty and hungry, and then he got up and left.

Strange to say, when he left the teahouse and came to a restaurant to sit down, he suddenly felt a little lost, and some wanted to go back to the teahouse to continue chasing the change.

This is not normal.

It's not normal at all.

After thinking for a moment while eating, Gu Juan suddenly saw through the window of the box that the old man and the girl who had been performing in the teahouse were walking along the street, and they were about to pass by the door of the restaurant.

He thought in his heart, and immediately gave Xiao Er a few copper coins and asked him to go down and invite people to the box on the second floor.

"I listened to it in the teahouse for a while just now, and you sang well, so I specially invited the two of you to come over, and sang from Gu Shengxiu's disappointment, and the family property and fertile land were occupied, and sang until I enjoyed listening to it. ”

Smack!

A small piece of broken silver was slapped on the table by Gu Ju, "Pay you half of the deposit first, and I will be happy when I sing until the master, and I will be greatly rewarded." ”

The old man's expression was calm, and he quickly began to play and sing after receiving the money.

Gu Juan sighed slightly, listened to the music with half-closed eyes, and ate slowly with a sip of wine and food, looking quite comfortable and comfortable.

But after only a quarter of an hour, he was out of that state of immersion, and after giving a few coins, he waved his grandfather and grandson away.

Silence returned to the box, and he carefully recalled the whole process of the old man and the girl talking, playing and singing from beginning to end, and finally focused on the various musical instruments used by the two.

There is a problem with these instruments, and it is a big problem.

Before, he couldn't notice it because he was too far away in the teahouse, but now after listening to it up close for a while, he immediately made an important discovery.

The musical instruments in the hands of the old man and the girl gave him the feeling of having a life of his own, and since the beginning of playing, it has been exuding breath fluctuations that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, attracting people to immerse themselves in it involuntarily and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

Demon Demon Knife.

Or, Pipa Spirit?

In an instant, two phrases flashed through Gu Ju's mind, and they became clearer and clearer, until they occupied most of his thoughts.

He didn't think he was wrong in his speculation, even if the instruments weren't as powerful as the two monsters mentioned above, they were probably the same type of thing.

So, are they naturally formed, or are they made by the hands of "people"?

Thinking of this, Gu Juan suddenly lost the interest in continuing to eat and drink, and immediately got up to check out and leave.

Catch up with the grandson, buy their instruments, and smash them with jungler knives!

This is the most direct means by which his suspicions can be verified.

But this idea was quickly extinguished by him, if only the instruments were really naturally formed, but according to the analysis of the situation that is now available, they are nine times out of ten inseparable from the bride in red.

In that case, wouldn't splitting the instrument be tantamount to asking for trouble?

Gu Juan walked aimlessly along the long street for a while, and then saw a teahouse for people to rest and play, which seemed to be very lively, so he walked in again with questions.

On the stage in the center of the first floor of the teahouse, there was a storyteller telling a story, and a group of people below listened quietly, fully immersed in the story.

"On the twenty-eighth day of the New Year, the impoverished Gu Sheng came out of the pawnshop, with only a long shirt and half a pair of pants left on his body, it was the middle of winter, and he met the creditor to ask for an account, and he was called a sad and miserable word in his heart, which was in response to the celestial phenomenon at this moment, the north wind blowing, the snowflakes were fluttering, the snowflakes were fluttering, and the year was coming to ......"

When Gu Juan entered the teahouse and squeezed to the front row to sit down, he happened to hear that Gu Sheng had entered the shop as a pawn in the cold winter and encountered a wind and snow when he went out, and he couldn't help but pause, and his face was a little worse.

He took a pot of tea from the plate of the runner and drank it without a sip, all his attention was on the storyteller himself.

Mr. Storyteller's line is very simple, only a fan, a piece of wood, and a big towel to wipe sweat and hands.

After carefully observing for a while, Gu Juan quietly dropped the two copper coins and left the teahouse without hesitation.

His analysis was correct.

Now it seems that not only the musical instruments that sell and sing grandchildren are problematic, but even the storyteller's shocking wood and folding fan are also very problematic.

They will constantly exude fluctuations that are almost imperceptible to ordinary people, and can achieve a strange and confusing effect.

Coming out of the teahouse, Gu Juan walked slowly down the street, thought for a while, and decided to follow his heart in action, so that he could be at ease and safe.

It's still the same old saying, he can't afford to hide if he can't be provoked, and he is not afraid of shadows, even if he is arranged a little worse by these storytellers and singers, what can he do, and let him lose a few pounds of meat?

Men, sometimes they have to be generous, and when facing an unreasonable woman, a little step back makes her happy, and the atmosphere is harmonious.

As the saying goes, endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky, harmony is precious, and safety comes first, which is the truth.

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Chapter 143: Generosity