Everyone has a bad habit.

This habit is not good at all.

People who shouldn't talk always like to talk, and people who should talk always like to pretend to be dumb.

A person who always likes to talk is now not saying a word, and a person who should not be talking is now opening his mouth and telling the truth.

The person who spoke was not a guest from the restaurant, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and he was also a fellow.

The rag on his shoulder was already in his hand, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, put away the pen and paper on the table, and looked at the old man in gray in the restaurant.

"Shut up, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you," the old man in gray rebuked angrily.

"He happens to be a friend of mine, and he happens to be in my restaurant, so he must have something to do with me," the shopkeeper said politely.

"Is he your friend?" asked the old man in gray.

"Well, I have the most friends, but I don't drink much, and he happens to be the one who can drink with me," said the shopkeeper.

The gray-clothed old man's eyes narrowed, at this moment he was looking for the past of this shopkeeper, this person must not be simple.

The shopkeeper, who was not simple, looked at him, rolled up the paper in his hand, and the pen, the pen was held in his left hand, and his right hand held a square inkstone.

The ink is black and shiny in the inkstone, it can record a story or write a book, but now it is in the hands of a shopkeeper who can cook.

This is an inkstone, not a household item for cooking.

"You have wasted my feelings, but it is a pity that I have lost my pen and ink and paper," the shopkeeper's expression was a little annoyed.

"Your temper is so big!" the old man in gray snorted, he didn't think of this person, this person is not in Taihu Lake, Taihu Lake is his territory, he knows everyone who walks the rivers and lakes.

At this time, he heard Xiao's tearful sigh, this sigh stretched his memory, this memory has been many years, he thought of someone.

This man's temper is usually gentle, he is an amiable man, but his name is very large, as great as his temper that started the fire.

"You are a violent scholar Jiang scholar," the gray-clothed old man finally remembered this person.

"It's rare that someone remembers me," the shopkeeper shook his head.

The eyes of the old man in gray turned around, his expression was extremely complicated, this person is a story, and a person everyone is familiar with, but it is a pity that the days have passed too long.

There are many stories about the rivers and lakes, and there is a new story every day, and the old stories are only remembered when they are drinking.

Maybe the story isn't good at all, or maybe there's not a single listener right now.

"Violent scholar, you just have a lot of friends," the old man in gray said with a calm old face.

He seemed to know this man's story, and he seemed to know this man.

This person is the same as Xiao Tears and Blood, his story is a story, and the old man in gray recalls this person who should not appear now.

There is a big difference between the person and the name of the violent scholar, this person is not violent at all, and he is very delicate.

The delicate man is very generous, he has a lot of friends, and he can't count the number of them.

Every time someone comes to him, as long as he says it's a friend, he will definitely do his best, no matter what kind of request, what kind of thing he doesn't care.

He only knew the word "friend", and these friends only knew him as a small shopkeeper.

But he has the most popular story, in which he got such a name, the violent scholar.

The violent scholar does not write books, he is now the shopkeeper of the small restaurant, and when he is idle, he prefers to burn a pot of old wine, sitting at the door of the small restaurant, looking at books that no one can understand.

The small shopkeeper's business is not as big as the big shopkeeper, because he has too many friends, and his friends like to leave a sentence after eating his food and drinking his wine. "Scholar, we are friends, keep accounts first,"

So the scholars all nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you, welcome to come next time!"

Of course, this Jiang scholar is his surname and first name, his name is as strange as his person, his name may have been forgotten by his friends on the rivers and lakes, and sometimes he himself has forgotten this name.

This name was only remembered when his friend called him, and he also had a name called Violent Scholar.

Jiang Shusheng is not his first name, he is very eager to call himself Jiang Daxia.

That was when he first debuted, and he wanted to learn the names changed by the heroes and high-rollers in the book, and he wanted to break through the rivers and lakes with his skills.

And do a few earth-shattering things.

But he only did one big thing, he actually met Xiao Tear Blood, when someone else took a box of gold to find him and needed news of this person, he didn't agree to the other party's request, he said he didn't know.

So everyone said that he was stupid like a stupid scholar who reads, and he doesn't like gold when he sees it.

So he didn't get the title of Jiang Daxia, but he had the friend of Xiao Tear and the strange name of Jiang Shusheng.

Jiang Shusheng is very generous, and now he can only be a small shopkeeper, not a big shopkeeper.

Now Jiang Shusheng is standing next to Xiao Tears, looking at these friends who used to be friends, they are now looking for trouble with Xiao Tears.

"You know this big gang leader now?" said the gray-clothed old man. The old man in gray took back his memories, he didn't like this scholar now.

"Of course I know, this big gang leader must be more famous than my little shopkeeper," the scholar said.

The old man in gray knows this truth, the latecomer prevails, the rookie of the generation always replaces the glory of the past, and the back wave always pushes the front wave.

"What else do you know?" said the old man in gray, the scholar was a little annoyed now.

The old man in gray frowned and pouted, he had a mustache and was shaking.

"Of course I know, I also know that you are from Taihu Lake Village, but your name doesn't matter anymore," Shusheng said.

"Why doesn't my name matter?" said the old man in gray.

"Because I haven't lost my temper for a long time, my friend is in a bit of trouble today, and I'm a little angry now," the scholar said.

"You want to take advantage of the opportunity to lose your temper now?" the old man in gray understood his words, and he knew this man's temper.

"Now I only know one truth," the scholar said.

"What's the truth?" said the old man in gray.

"Dead people don't have names, and they don't need names," the scholar said, placing the inkstone back on the table.

The scholar turned his face and looked at Xiao Tear, Xiao Tear's eyes looked at the shadow, his expression was very cold, he seemed to know this result.

He knew that he had such a friend, and this friend was the little shopkeeper in the eyes of others.

This friend hasn't done anything for years, and now he actually comes out, this is a good friend, a good friend who can drink boldly.

The drinking bowl is in front of the shadow, and it is also in front of Li Qing, Li Qing has already left, there are two wine bowls here, and Xiao Tears and Blood have already poured wine.

As soon as the wine was full, the hand reached the edge of the bowl, and the bowl was empty in an instant.

The voices of two men came from the restaurant, "Good wine! People want faces, trees want bark, and people prefer their old faces when they get old.

When the old face can't hang up, people will lose their temper, of course, this person must have a temper, and a man with a straw bag will not lose his temper.

This kind of person will not lose his temper when he is killed, hiding under his wife's bed, and he has one of the most ample reasons to tell everyone, "Man, don't go out if you are killed!"

The old man in gray with an old face was not this kind of person, he was a man with a temper, and he felt that he had reached the point where he could not bear it anymore.

In order to endure it, he had already killed his mouthy son, and now these two people still treated him as air, and he didn't want to endure this breath.

The old man's hand had already touched his sword, and he wanted to use his sword to prove that he was not air, but a person.

He didn't see it, and the moment he was about to draw his sword, he saw Jiang Shusheng's hands come to the table, and these hands should go to the back hall to cook a dish.

Or wipe the table in the rice shop with a rag, but unfortunately Jiang Shusheng's hands didn't do this, he just wanted to be a good scholar.

The inkstone had already flown up, and the old man in gray felt a thrill, his old face must be ugly now, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

The black ink covered his eyes, his nose began to hurt, the old man was an old man, he knew that at this moment, his nose bone should be broken.

His ears were still there, and he heard something even more humiliating, one he had probably never heard in his life.

"You are also worthy of drawing your sword," these were Xiao Tears' words, he moved, and Jiang Shu moved his hand.

These two good friends, good friends are very tacit.

Although the eyes can't see, the old man's technique is still not weak, the foot has been kicked out, this is a chain of feet, the moment the foot kicks out, the sword in his hand has been pulled out.

The foot does not kick anyone, but the sword can hurt and kill.

The sword of the old man in gray stabbed ten moves in an instant, he didn't want to challenge Xiao Tear Blood, but he didn't like scholars who talked a lot at all.

Jiang Shusheng's figure was like a leaf in the autumn wind, he floated up in the restaurant, and when the gray-clothed old man stabbed out the last sword, he heard the scholar's sneer.

"This person is underwhelmed," this Jiang Shusheng left a sentence to the old man.

Why is such a delicate person so angry? Now the old man in gray has understood that when this person is angry, he should not provoke him.

Why this man was able to break the horse's leg, he believed, and he saw a fist conjure up from the sword flower.

An iron fist had already reached his face, and the old man in gray knew that now, not only was his nose bone broken, but his teeth were definitely gone.

Now he can only know this, and he really doesn't know the rest, and he doesn't remember anything the moment he flew out of the restaurant.

The door of the restaurant had been opened, and the people began to disappear, Xiao looked at the people who slipped away with tearful eyes, stared at the sky outside the door, and sighed, "Scholar, I'm sorry, I smashed your field again." ”

"It's a drinking field that will be smashed sooner or later, but my life is not good, and it's a little early to get the chance," Jiang Shusheng smiled.

When the rag reached his hand, Jiang Shusheng looked at Xiao with tears and blood, and said, "Cook a dish and drink?"

"Can I still drink now?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, the big gang leader hasn't left, and your little friend is fine, they will definitely be able to drink!" Jiang Shusheng said.

Xiao Tear thought of Li Qing at this moment, this friend should stay for a glass of wine.

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