The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

That evening, the storytellers gathered in the library again, but Hu Yuan was not there yet. During the waiting time, they didn't just sit in a daze, they excitedly told each other about the excitement of the teahouse today.

It's been a long time since I've come across a storybook like this. It's really fun and enjoyable to talk about. Someone sighed, causing the companions on both sides to nod.

Do you think it's true that a wild fox sent Mr. Yuan He to repay his kindness? Everyone likes to join in the fun. None of the storytellers has seen Mr. Yuan He's true face. Hu Yuan taught them what they said today.

He Youshan frowned slightly, he was an old storyteller, and the teahouse that asked him would give him more of his daily tea money as an expression of respect for him.

When he saw some of his colleagues saying stupid and senseless things, he immediately spoke up and said forcefully: Whether there are wild foxes or not, if we say they do, then they do. Don't ruin your own brand.

Among the people present, He Youshan was the most senior. When the person who just asked the question saw that he was the one to answer, he shrank his head and said nothing more.

Yes, that's what I want to say. Someone agreed, I think if it hadn't been for the part about the wild fox repaying kindness, they would never have been so fascinated by it today. Don't just start the stove. Everyone hasn't started eating yet. Kicked it over.

When everyone heard this, they also wanted to understand the reason. Yes, as long as we continue to maintain this sense of mystery, storytellers like them will also benefit. Is it possible that the tea money given out by the restaurant is fake?

Just at this time, Hu Yuan slowly walked in. When everyone saw him, they quickly stood up and handed over their hands. You said something to me, wishing that all the excitement they saw today could be brought to Hu Yuan's face.

Hu Shaodong's family listened to everything with a smile, and then raised their hands to signal everyone to sit down first.

My young master, what are you going to say next? Someone asked curiously, Are we going to talk about Painted Skin Ghost tomorrow?

In the field of storytelling, the most taboo thing is to tell a story over and over again. People always like the new and dislike the old. He would ask this out of kindness. If you want to strike while the iron is hot, just put up the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio sign.

Hu Yuan shook his head and continued to convey the instructions Chen Heng told him, Next, let's talk about Painted Skin Ghost. We agreed to talk about seven days, so we will only talk about seven days.

And I also have a rule: until next year, the stories I have told cannot be told again. If anyone breaks the rules, he will have no part in the story behind.

After saying this, Hu Yuan felt hardened in his heart, which was really refreshing.

this……

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. What kind of rules are these? There is a reason to restrict people in this way.

What if the storyteller on the side told it? He Youshan was more thoughtful and immediately noticed the issues related to them.

They can't hear the next story. If they want to know, they have to abide by this rule. Hu Yuan smiled. He believed that these people would make the right choice.

Only then did everyone realize that what they drank was headache soup. Excitement appeared on everyone's face, and they clapped their chests and promised that they would definitely abide by the rules of the library.

Please. Hu Yuan picked up the tea and everyone drank with him.

The next day, when He Youshan stepped into the teahouse again, there were many more teagoers than before, filling the lobby on the second floor. The crowds of people were scattered here and there, and even the shouts coming from the street were suppressed.

The little old man was a little naughty and pretended to ask: Oh, why are there so many people today! It's really embarrassing. I wonder what you want to hear?

Listen to Painted Skin Ghost. Someone shouted, and they came here because of their fame.

Listen to Liaozhai, listen to Liaozhai.

It doesn't matter if it's Mr. Yuanhe's story.

Everyone had different answers, but they all meant the same thing.

He Youshan smiled slightly, picked up the wake tree and dropped it heavily. Today's storytelling officially began.

In the lobby, everyone cheered in unison. There were also several waiters running around carrying teapots.

At this time, a few people came eagerly from the corner of the street. They stopped the waiter at the door and asked.

Is there any room upstairs?

The waiter was also helpless. This was the third wave of people, so he could only shake his head and said, It's unfortunate, sir. The second floor is already full. If you are willing, you can still stand in the corridor and listen.

What should I do? the visitor asked his companion.

The corridor is the corridor. Mr. Ariyama's ventriloquism is also superb. It would be a pity to miss him.

Passers-by on the street couldn't help but wonder, when they had to compete for seats when listening to storytelling, a voice came from the crowd, May I ask what is being said upstairs?

Mr. Yuan He's Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. The man hurriedly went upstairs to listen to the book. Hearing the cheers coming from upstairs again, he immediately ran into the teahouse.

Soon, three or two doubtful guys came out of the passers-by, but by the time they entered the teahouse and came out again, it was already dusk.

Painted Skin Ghost was told in Yangzhou City for seven consecutive days. On the fourth day, many storytellers had already told it in the same way. It’s impossible not to talk about it. Now people in Yangzhou City are rushing to hear this.

Many teagoers at the door would not even step in when they heard that this teahouse did not teach Painted Skin Ghost.

I don’t know what luck happened to those seven or eight teahouses. These days, every place is full. If a tea-goer waits until after noon to come, he or she will be lucky to have a seat in the corridor for you.

After all, there are more than three people in Yangzhou City. One is a lot of money, and the other is a lot of people. There are more than three, which cannot be said.

Those who were lucky enough to hear the story could not help but brag about it when they returned home. Some of them spoke in a subtle way, while others spoke in a messy way, but without exception, they were all extremely complimentary.

By the last day, even the classmates in the academy knew that a strange man had come to Yangzhou City. As soon as everyone had free time, they got together to discuss the truth about the wild fox's repayment of kindness, and whether Mr. Yuan He was the wild fox. anecdotes.

Naturally, Chen Heng would not get involved in such a trivial matter. Even Qian Dayou and Jiang Yuanbai cleverly said that they would keep Brother Heng's secret. After all, this feeling that only you know is really too...

Three days later, Painted Skin Ghost had just finished its popularity, and the story of Sheng in Eastern Zhejiang had already stepped on the remaining power and really turned the peaceful city of Yangzhou upside down. I happened to meet Xiu Mu today. Xue Biao made an appointment with Qian Dayou and others early and planned to go out to find a teahouse to watch the excitement.

Chen Heng has other important matters. His Uncle Lin has sent a message to him, asking him to come to his house for dinner. If the elders invite him, he won't be able to go.

Before noon, the steward of the Lin family drove a carriage and picked him up all the way to the mansion. Chen Heng took a few steps in the courtyard when he suddenly saw a person coming out of the oblique shadow.

Brother.

It turned out to be the pretty Daiyu, blocking his way.

Chen Heng was really shocked and couldn't help but said: Yu'er, why are you hiding here if you don't wait for me inside anymore?

Repay your kindness like a wild fox. Brother, you must not know that a strange person came to Yangzhou City recently.

Chen Heng was also helpless. Hearing her high-spirited and frustrated tone, he could only roll his eyes, lowered his head and walked around her with a smile.

How could Daiyu endure this? She caught up with her brother in a small step and continued: I don't know if Mr. Yuanhe was born with three heads and six arms. Sister Baoqin said that since he was chosen by the wild fox fairy, he must be a A person who is suave and has an elegant temperament.”

Speaking of this, she was overjoyed.

Chen Heng had no choice but to stop on the side of the road, bowed his hands and said, Good sister, it was my brother who was wrong.

Brother, where did you go wrong? Lin Daiyu blinked and suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth.

Yes, Heng'er, where did you go wrong?

The two men immediately turned around and saw Lin Ruhai stepping on Lin Ye's broken shadow and walking towards them with a smile.

I changed it several times and it feels almost right. I'm late. I'm really sorry for being late.