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Su Changan's body was stunned, and he turned his head to look in that direction with some confusion.

Through the crowd, I vaguely saw a man in a tavern who was foaming at the table with a piece of startled wood.

Su Changan's eyes lit up, and he said to Qingluan, "Let's go and take a look." ”

Qingluan only wanted to make Su Changan happy, so he nodded almost without thinking about it.

The two of them walked to the tavern, and before they sat down, a man dressed as a little second came over.

He took off the rag on his shoulder, wiped the already clean table again, and asked, "Two guest officers, what kind of wine and food do you want to eat?"

Hearing him ask this, Su Changan thought that now he and Qingluan have not eaten. So he looked at Qingluan and asked, "Uncle Shi, why don't we eat something?" ”

"Yes. Qingluan bowed her head gently, to her realm, although she can't suck the wind and drink dew like the book says, but if she doesn't eat anything for a month or two, it's not much of a big deal. But as long as Su Changan can be happy, she is still willing to do such a thing.

After Su Changan got Qingluan's consent, he reported seven or eight dish names to Xiao Er. These are all things he likes to eat, and at the end he thought that Qingluan was still there, he scratched his head a little embarrassed, looked at Qingluan and asked, "Uncle Shi, do you have anything you like to eat?"

Qingluan was stunned when she heard this, she liked something that was very unfamiliar to her, so she didn't know if she liked to eat. So she thought about it very seriously, and then said with some hesitation: "Then let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles." ”

The smile on Xiao Erben's face paused, but he looked at Qingluan's cold face and felt that she wasn't joking. Although I wondered in my heart that some people would come to the restaurant to eat noodles, as long as I was willing to spend money, it was okay, so I wrote it down.

"Okay, what kind of drinks do you want to drink?" the second child asked with a smile again. He had already seen that the two visitors were not bad money-bearers, and that they had ordered seven or eight dishes for just two people, so he began to sell the drinks in his shop while the iron was hot.

"Wine?" Su Changan was stunned, he didn't like that kind of thing, he subconsciously wanted to refuse. But he suddenly thought that the heroes in the book always like to use wine to drown their sorrows, and he felt that he should be very sad now, so maybe he could try to pour it.

"Then bring me a jug of your best wine here. Su Changan learned the words of the heroes in the novel and said.

"Alas, Haole!" the little two raised their eyebrows and retreated happily.

Bang!

There was a soft thud.

The storyteller on the stage slapped the startling wood on his hand and continued.

But he said that Su Changan had obtained Mo Tingyu's knife technique, and he studied hard every day and practiced hard every day. ”

"It's cold in the north, and he was born poor, so he can't afford to buy good clothes, but even if the wind blows and freezes, it can't stop him from practicing hard!"

Finally, he will one day be able to achieve great sword skills. He quit his parents, and said goodbye to the countryside and went to Chang'an City alone. ”

Su Changan only heard it clearly at this time, this storyteller turned out to be himself, and he couldn't help blushing a little and feeling a little uncomfortable. He practiced his sword every day for those two years, but he never suffered from the cold. Because he was afraid of being teased by his classmates, he nested in his room every time he practiced knives. As for the sword technique, it is even more nonsense, he just learned some of the fur in the sword technique of not listening to the rain.

At this time, the meal had already been served, and Su Changan lowered his head and began to eat the food on the table as if he was afraid of being recognized.

"He's talking about you?" Qingluan naturally heard what the man said, she felt a little interesting, and couldn't help asking.

"Yes. Su Changan nodded a little embarrassedly.

On the other hand, the storyteller's storytelling seemed to be very popular, and the drinkers around him had surrounded the high platform where he was, and from time to time burst into cheers. So much so that until now, Su Changan had only heard his voice and had not seen his true face.

"Guest officer, your wine has arrived!" At this time, the little two came up with a pot of wine, he smiled and put the two wine glasses in his other hand on the shelf, and filled the two wine glasses with wine in a regular manner, handed them to the two, and then said slow before retreating.

"Do you want to drink?" Qingluan asked, holding up his glass.

Naturally, she had drunk such a thing, but she had tried it curiously by chance, but she didn't think it was anything special, so she hadn't drunk it since.

But if it is to make Su Changan happy, it doesn't hurt to drink it once.

Su Changan was a little hesitant, he asked for wine just on a whim, and he was really not depressed in his heart.

He also drank alcohol, after all, his father Su Tai was a well-known old drunkard, and naturally there would be some drinks at home from time to time. Su Changan tried to drink it when he was a child, but he felt that this thing was so hot that it only burned his throat, so he never drank it again.

But now Qingluan raised his glass.

Although she was his uncle, before this, she was a girl who looked the same size as Su Changan.

Well, she's still a very beautiful and beautiful kind of girl. Su Changan silently added in his heart.

In front of such a beautiful girl, face is a very important thing, especially for a swordsman like him.

This is the truth that Chu Xifeng handed over to him, although there seems to be some differences, Su Changan feels that there is nothing wrong.

So he raised his glass and said, "Drink! ”

So he threw up his head and drank the contents of the cup, and a flame rose from his stomach, through his throat, to the ends of his hair. His face was red from the flames, and his head was a little dizzy from the flames.

The boredom in my heart did not decrease because of this, but became more and more intense.

He filled his glass again and said, "Come again." ”

So another glass of wine went down.

Seeing this, Qingluan felt that she should accompany Su Changan, so she also poured a glass of wine again and drank it all.

After a few rounds, the two of them had already drunk seven or eight glasses of wine, and Su Changan already felt that his head had become a little heavy, and the things in front of him had begun to blur. He shook his head, trying to make himself clear.

But what caught the eye was Qingluan's somewhat red face, because she was also a little confused because she was not strong enough to drink. But Su Changan felt that this kind of Qingluan was very good-looking.

He opened his mouth and said, "Uncle Shi, can I not call you Uncle Shi in the future?"

"Huh?" Qingluan was stunned, her reaction became a little sluggish because of the drink. "And what do you want to call me?"

Su Changan thought for a while. He said with some slurry: "Uncle Shi, you are so young and so beautiful. It always feels weird to call you uncle, so I'll call you Qingluan in the future. ”

"Yes. Qingluan nodded. Su Changan hadn't said such a long sentence since she practiced swords in the afternoon, and she felt that this would definitely make Su Changan happy. So she agreed without hesitation.

"Qingluan, where did you meet Uncle Kaiyang?" Su Changan then asked drunkenly, it was not that he didn't ask her this question, but Qingluan didn't like to talk, so he didn't respond to Su Changan's question.

Qingluan was stunned again when she heard this, she was not a person who could lie, or she had never lied. But if Su Changan is told her origin, her identity will inevitably be exposed, and it will have a more or less impact on the purpose of her trip. But now Su Changan is finally in a better mood, and she is afraid that if she doesn't answer at this time, her previous efforts will be in vain. So after a slight hesitation, I was about to confess the opposite.

Bang!

The storyteller's astonishment was another shot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will talk about saving the Oiran in the Peony Pavilion of Su Chang'an, I want to know what will happen next, and I will come to this restaurant tomorrow, and Xiaosheng will come for you one by one. ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding drinkers became distracted, and they let out a burst of dissatisfied grunts, but seeing that the storyteller had no intention of continuing to speak, they had no choice but to give up and walk towards the outside of the hotel in twos and threes.

Su Changan and Qingluan only saw the storyteller's face clearly at this time.

But they didn't want it to be an acquaintance of theirs, the down-and-out scholar they met on Suzaku Street that day-Gu Qianfan.

And Gu Qianfan also packed up his outfit at this time, said something to the owner of the hotel and was about to leave, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the two sitting in the corner. He was overjoyed, and walked in three steps and two steps.

"You two are also here?" he made it to Su Changan's side.

"Yes. Su Changan nodded and asked, "Why did you come here to talk about books? Don't you write stories?"

Su Changan couldn't help but feel a little regretful, he liked the stories in those novels very much, so in his opinion, Gu Qianfan didn't write stories, so he would be able to see fewer stories in the future.

"Write, why don't you write, I like to write something, although it doesn't necessarily look good, but I want to keep writing. Gu Qianfan said, "I just have to do something to support myself." Then I have time to write again. ”

"That's right. Su Changan nodded, he glanced at Gu Qianfan, and felt that his appearance was much better than the first time I saw him. He was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

"Huh. Gu Qianfan scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said: "Actually, I have written some novels before, although they don't sell much, but they can still make a living." It's just that there was an accident in the family later, and there was a period of time when I didn't want to write, so no one wanted what I wrote. ”

"Oh, what have you written?" Su Changan was interested.

"Nancui Song" Gu Qianfan said after thinking about it.