When Chen Ming returned to Anshun City from the Six Clans on night, it was already noon, and the streets were bustling with prosperity.

Thinking that Jiang Ying should still be handling government affairs in the government at this moment, Chen Mingye thought about the two gentlemen from the school palace, and went all the way to the teahouse.

The teahouse at noon was lively, and many people had just finished their lunch and came to listen to Mr. Huang's story.

Chen Mingye had just stepped into the teahouse when he heard a burst of cheers.

He smiled, found a place to sit down, and tapped his fingers on the table, where Xiao Er had already hurried over.

"Yo, this guest officer, what do you want to drink?" Xiao Er put the white sweat towel on his back, looked at him and asked enthusiastically.

Chen Mingye replied: "The old rule, a pot of sharp eyebrows is good. ”

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute. Xiao Er shouted, turned around and went busily.

The shopkeeper over there felt something, and suddenly raised his head and glanced at him.

Chen Mingye happened to raise his head, and the two naturally formed a look.

Chen Mingye smiled and nodded at Mr. Gu Nan, who was once famous in Kyoto, but he didn't expect that the shopkeeper simply threw away the account book in his hand and limped towards him.

Chen Mingye hurriedly got up and went over to help, and the shopkeeper was not polite, but looked at the young man who walked towards him, slightly stunned.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Mingye was a little surprised by this gentleman's reaction, and reached out and waved in front of him.

The shopkeeper glared at him angrily, and didn't answer, and when Chen Mingye carried himself to the table, he unceremoniously sat down in the original position of Chen Mingye and looked at him fixedly.

Chen Mingye only felt uncomfortable, and couldn't help but pick up the cup and take a sip of water, before asking again: "Sir, who are you?"

"He, your kid isn't dead. The shopkeeper's opening almost made Chen Mingye spit out the water in his mouth just after drinking it.

Chen Mingye reluctantly put down the cup, but poured a cup of tea for the shopkeeper: "Sir, what do you mean by this?"

The shopkeeper glared at him: "What can I mean, the envoy from Anshun City before knows what to do without having to think about it." ”

"Mr. is talented," Chen Mingye slapped himself casually, "Mr. won't hurt me." ”

"The emperor didn't give any wanted warrants, what kind of reward did I get, I was full of food and went to make trouble?"

Chen Mingye smiled: "I'm not floating in the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid I'll be stabbed." ”

The shopkeeper glanced at him: "It's a good thing that you don't die, and it's a relief from now on." ”

Chen Mingye said with a smile: "It can be regarded as a blessing and a curse." ”

"What are your plans for the future, revealing and revealing?" the shopkeeper did not mean to be polite at all, raised his head and drank a cup of tea, and soon filled himself again.

"Sir, drink it slowly, why should you be in such a hurry with your own tea. Chen Mingye knocked on the table and replied, "Who can say what will happen in the future." ”

The shopkeeper glanced back, and saw that no one came over the counter, so he said with confidence: "It's true that the world is unpredictable, but many times, people have to make plans in advance, I don't think you look confused, I think you have a certain plan in mind." ”

Chen Mingye nodded silently, but he had no choice but to reply: "What Mr. said is right, the kid knows." ”

He only sighed slightly in his heart, although the shopkeeper was amiable, he was not a person who knew the roots, and it was naturally impossible to tell the same in his heart.

"Come to my teahouse, even if you are a tea friend, if you are unhappy in your heart, it is just a cup of tea," the shopkeeper smiled, as if he knew some of the concerns in his heart, and said lightly, "No matter how bad it is, come to my small teahouse, and you can still listen to the old guy's nonsense and relieve the worries in your heart." ”

Chen Mingye turned his head to look at Mr. Huang on the stage, and said with a smile: "Mr. Huang's story is quite interesting, although some elements have been added to it, and some authenticity has been lost, but it has also added some vivid meaning. ”

"Don't say that to his face, or the old boy will have to fly. The shopkeeper glanced at him and said angrily, "This guy has no other skills, and he can be regarded as the best in the world with his thoughts." ”

Chen Mingye was dumbfounded, and everyone in the literary world who had been in the school palace together came to this Mr. Gu Nan, and it all became nonsense.

"Mr. didn't say it last time, why did you have this chance?" Chen Mingye was still a little curious.

"Who hasn't been down, boy, do you still have to hold on to some?" the shopkeeper glanced at him, and deliberately put on a look of dissatisfaction.

Chen Mingye naturally knew that the shopkeeper was deliberately evasive, but he could only smile bitterly: "Mr. misunderstood, the kid is just a little uneven." ”

"Of all things in the world, there are many people who are unequal, and there are few people who are peaceful. The shopkeeper smiled faintly, looked at him and shook his head slightly, "Everything in the world has no grievances." ”

Chen Mingye was silent for a while, even the son of Taifu still fell into a lame leg, and everyone in the former Jixia School Palace was just telling stories in the teahouse, who can see through the things of this world?

"Why do you have to think so deeply about the gossip after tea and dinner," the shopkeeper glanced at him, as if he guessed what he was thinking, and said, "You are upset about my experience, but you don't know that in this small teahouse, it is also free and fun to see all living beings every day; Not to mention ......"

When the shopkeeper said this, he suddenly felt a feeling in his heart, turned his head suddenly, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure walking slowly towards him.

Then Chen Mingye was surprised again to see that the shopkeeper, who was still talking to himself just now, with a calm face, suddenly got up from his seat in a hurry, and quickly stood back to the counter at a speed that did not match a lame man at all.

Chen Mingye looked fixedly, and sure enough, the figure who walked slowly was naturally the proprietress of the teahouse.

She seemed a little surprised to see Chen Mingye's figure again, smiled at Chen Mingye on her face, turned around and walked towards the shopkeeper.

Chen Mingye turned his head and saw the noon sunlight seeping into the room through the window and falling on the table to form a bright spot of light.

On the stage, Mr. Huang was still talking and talking, and when he talked about the excitement, he attracted bursts of cheers and applause, and at the counter, the shopkeeper and his wife seemed to be talking "cordially and friendly".

Chen Mingye propped his chin, silently listened to the commentary, poured the tea in the pot, looked at the still lively scene in the small teahouse, smiled, left a little bit of broken silver on his body, and turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

The little er named Yu'er behind him hurriedly came over and put away the silver two, and sent a respectful sentence, "Guest officer, go slowly," quickly packed up the tea set, turned around and went busy again.

Chen Mingye walked out of the teahouse, looked up at the bright sky, the bright sunlight was slightly dazzling, and he seemed to suddenly understand the unfinished words of the shopkeeper.