"What happened? What happened to him? Did Mo Jue survive?"

In the back kitchen of a restaurant, a young man asked anxiously.

In front of him, a scholar sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a book in his hand.

'Smack!'

Hearing the young man's question, the scholar closed the book and a wry smile rose on his face: "Later, I don't know." Because...... I haven't finished this book yet!"

As he spoke, the scholar raised the book in his hand so that the boy could see it more clearly.

However, I saw that the cover of this book was very new, and even the title of the book had not been written, and it seemed that it was indeed written by him, as the scholar said.

Thinking of this, a touch of frustration rose on the young man's face: "Why is this so?

The scholar touched the young man's head and said, "Next time, when I finish writing the story, I will talk to you!"

As he spoke, the scholar's eyes were fixed on the window, as if there, he could see the world where disasters were rampant, and he could also see the life of the young man named Mo Jue.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The young man's voice drew the scholar's attention back, and he saw that the former was looking firm at the moment, with a look of 'if you don't agree, I'll cry to you'.

The scholar exhaled a turbid breath, and finally agreed: "Well, it's a deal, but you should go home now, otherwise you will be scolded..."

"Oh no, is it so late, it's over, I've got to go! See you tomorrow, sir!"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy hurriedly interrupted the scholar's words, and then ran out of the back kitchen without waiting for him to respond.

Looking at the figure of the young man leaving, a smile appeared on the corner of the scholar's mouth.

He is a down-and-out scholar who travels around, and in the past, he relied on commenting on books, and he could barely make ends meet.

Today is his eighth month here, and the boy has come to listen to him every day, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, he has never stopped.

And often when he is resting, he sneaks in quietly and pesters him to hear more stories.

Although sometimes the scholar himself felt that the story he told was too boring, the young man did not mean this at all, but listened to it with relish.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this...... I'm going to be here for eight months......"

The scholar smiled bitterly and muttered, otherwise, according to his character, he wouldn't know where to wander the world now......

"Hey, storyteller! It's your turn, do you still want to be paid?"

At this moment, an obese figure pushed open the door and said loudly.

"Got it, Brother Qinghai, but ...... Isn't it your brother's turn to be on duty today?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment when he saw this person, and then asked suspiciously.

The man glanced behind him, and after confirming that there was no one, he smiled and said, "You don't know, my brother, let my father pull me to say kiss again, I heard that this time it is Liu Qianjin from the south of the city...... No, what does this have to do with you? Hurry up, the guests are in a hurry!"

Halfway through his words, he remembered what was going on and hurriedly shouted.

The scholar shook his head: "Yes, yes, let's go..."

In the aisle of the restaurant, the scholar walked forward slowly.

From time to time, some familiar faces greeted him, and the scholars all smiled and returned a salute.

After a few short steps, the scholar walked for a long time before he came to his place: it was an empty seat in the center of the lobby on the first floor, with only a table and a chair.

I heard that this place used to be used for dancers to perform, but since the scholar came, the shopkeeper gave this place to the scholar.

"Ahem!"

The scholar walked to the table and coughed heavily, drawing everyone's attention before he said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting......

"I said you kid, you can't hook up with someone's daughter, right?"

"That's it, maybe in the future, people will be rich boys......"

……

Before the scholar finished speaking, he was interrupted by a commotion, and the audience was suddenly very lively.

It can be seen that these people have long been familiar with scholars, and it is harmless to make some jokes about 9.

It's just that when the scholar looked at this scene, a strange feeling rose in his heart, as if he had never been so close to them, but in a blink of an eye, he was very far away.

"Smack!"

The scholar picked up the startling wood on the table, slapped it heavily, and suddenly the laughter stopped, and in the eyes of everyone, the scholar slowly spoke:

Legend has it that on the other side of the starry sky, there are people who are just like us, but they are far from our lives! There are sky-high buildings, and there are steel beasts that travel thousands of miles a day......

In the words of the scholar, a bizarre world was formed in the hearts of everyone, in the past, they lived in only a few floors of 'high-rise buildings', and the fastest one they heard was the BMW that traveled thousands of miles a day, where had they heard of such an interesting thing?

Everyone listened fascinated, but no one noticed that a middle-aged man nested in the corner was looking at the scholar with sleepy eyes, and muttered: "Are we all dreaming?"

Beside the man, a gray-haired old man was sweeping the food on the table, and after hearing the man's words, the old man paused, looked at the man deeply, and then shook his head and continued to eat and drink.

I can still vaguely hear the old man seem to say: "It's not as interesting as the previous story......

By the time the show ended, it was already late at night.

The scholar came to the city gate with his bags on his back, and it was time for him to leave.

It's been nearly a year since I stayed here, and I'm afraid I'll have to take root here if I stay any longer, and it's obvious that the scholar is not here, otherwise he wouldn't have been adrift for so long.

Along the way, similar opportunities have not arisen before, but he has not stayed, and this time is no exception.

Before leaving, the scholar glanced at the city gate, just as he had been here in the first place.

The mottled city gate has traces of dissatisfaction with the years, exuding a solemn atmosphere in the moonlight, and you can vaguely see the three big characters engraved above the city gate - 'Yangliu Town'!

"Goodbye..."

The scholar exhaled a turbid breath and solemnly said goodbye to the small city, or rather, to everyone in the city.

A cool breeze blew, raising a little smoke and dust, and there was silence at the gates, and no one answered the scholar, as if no one had welcomed him when he came.

The scholar smiled self-deprecatingly, turned and walked forward, he didn't know where his destination was, he didn't know what was waiting for him in front of him, he just knew that he couldn't stop in tidying up.

The city, as good as it was, wasn't the place he was looking for!

Walking to a dark wood, a slight noise caught the scholar's attention.

Following the prestige, he saw a small figure coming out of it, and asked him, "Sir, where are you going?" Are you leaving?"

By the moonlight, the scholar saw clearly the appearance of the person who came, it was the young man listening to the book in the back kitchen of the restaurant.

"I don't know where I want to go, but I'm really leaving..."

Looking at the young man in front of him, somehow a strange feeling rose in the scholar's heart, as if as long as the other party spoke up to stay, he would choose to stay.

After hesitating for a while, the scholar threw out such a sentence, and then walked forward.

The young man hurriedly followed, grabbed the scholar's sleeve, and whispered, "That story... Do you still write? Can I hear again? We... Can we see each other again?"

As he spoke, the young man's voice became smaller and quieter, and there was even a hint of crying.

The scholar paused, sighed, and then stared at the boy and said, "Yes, we will see you again!"

At this moment, the young man's star-like eyes were filled with tears, and his expression was also very depressed.

A trace of unbearability suddenly rose in the scholar's heart, but then he snuffed out this thought in his heart.

He didn't know that the boy had been dreaming of the story in his mouth, and by doing so, he was undoubtedly shattering this vision.

"Live well, we'll see you again!"

The scholar left such a sentence and left without looking back.

This time the boy didn't follow, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it a few times in mid-air, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, as if something had imprisoned him in place.

The breeze lifted the hem of the scholar's clothes, and this stubborn back was deeply engraved in the young man's heart at this moment.

Goodbye, Moju!