Teahouse backstage,

"Oh, my sir, why haven't you changed your clothes yet? The guests outside are almost infuriating." A shopkeeper rushed to the backstage, urging Mr. Mingyue to come on stage while wiping the sweat on his forehead.

However, Mr. Mingyue sat on the chair and didn't move his butt. He took a sip of tea in his hand and breathed heat in his mouth. The light glanced at the shopkeeper, ignoring the noise outside at all.

Today is different from the past. If the other party hadn't spent a lot of money to ask him to give a lecture, he would probably not want to come. Besides, now he is still a part of the world, so he naturally needs to have some confidence.

The most important thing is that he is not worried!

Over the past few years, he has known the temper of these guests more than anyone else. The more he makes a fuss, the more he likes them. The more lively the more people come. Only by sucking everyone's appetite can China be happy to listen to the story.

The same is true. He is not in a hurry. As long as he goes on stage and says a few good words to warm up the scene, everyone scolds them to relieve their hatred. This will make them even happier, and they will still think about listening next time.

"Okay, shopkeeper, I have my own sense of responsibility, so don't worry. I have been writing for so many years, and I emphasize the unity of essence and energy. Only in this way can I speak well and wonderfully. If I cannot get the best state, I would rather not make this money."

He said indifferently. After all, he had transferred a lot of money over the years, so he still valued his image very much, so he cleaned up.

Nowadays, Mr. Mingyue looks like a storyteller. She is dressed in white and has white eyebrows and white beard. She is a perfect image as a paradise.

Over the years of hard work, I have learned the ability to be happy and unrestrained, and the shopkeeper was sweating profusely.

Mr. Mingyue said this easily, but once he really didn't go to the stage, the group of people outside could not calm their anger. In the end, the one who suffered was his small shop. So for safety reasons, he hurriedly said: "Sir, you can't do this, double, can I give you double the money today?"

Looking at the shopkeeper's expression of crying, he sighed, "Okay, go out quickly, sir, I must prepare well, don't bother me anymore."

“Yes Yes Yes”

The shopkeeper said and hurriedly stepped out.

In front of the teahouse, everyone's scolding was spread.

In the already noisy environment, Mr. Mingyue has been reluctant to come out, so these people are naturally impatient, if it weren't for the table

There wasn't even tea, and there were people around me, so I'm afraid the table would be blown up.

Xiao Chuyun listened to everyone's words, with a hint of confusion on his face, kept looking at the people around him, and finally looked at Chu Tian and asked, "Dad, what are they doing?"

Chu Tian smiled, "They are here to hear about storytelling, but this storytelling master has never been willing to come out."

"oh"

Xiao Chuyun nodded, as if he understood, and looked at the channel in the background.

After a moment, as the instrument sounded, the curtain slowly opened. Mr. Mingyue walked forward a few steps to the front desk. When he bowed to such a person, he then picked up a piece of rosewood in his hand.

Bang!

He knocked on the desk table, followed by a sound.

Mr. Mingyue spoke, but this opening made Chu Tian and Xiao Chuyun stunned. The protagonist of this was actually Chu Tian.

I sat down below and listened to him telling, which was a bit strange.

"Dad, he seems to be talking..."

Xiao Chuyun was interrupted before he finished speaking, and saw someone next to him saying, "Don't talk, listen carefully. I have been waiting for several months to listen to this passage."

Chu Tian: "...".

I have to say that Mr. Mingyue’s methods are indeed amazing. The people in the teahouse are amazed by his storytelling. Of course, there are exceptions, and this person is naturally Chu Tian and Xiao Chuyun.

As the protagonist, Chu Tian recalled while listening, as if he had never done it before. He gradually understood that although what this person said was three points true, it was also mixed with seven points false, so there was nothing good about it, and he thought it was all for his son to have fun.

As for Xiao Chuyun, he was still young and could not distinguish between these things. When he heard what the storyteller said, he seemed very curious and listened very seriously. After all, this matter was related to his father's situation, so he naturally wanted to know how old he was.

The same is true. Until the evening ended, Xiao Chuyun was still listening. Fortunately, he was different from ordinary children, otherwise it would be impossible for him to last for such a long time.

final,

There was a "pop" sound;

The gavel knocked down, and Mr. Mingyue took a deep breath, helped her clothes up and walked towards the backstage.

Everyone applauded and started to leave at the same time. After all, today I have finished talking, so I can't really stay here for tea, so I'm going to go home.

Chu Tian looked at Xiao Chuyun and said with a smile: "Okay, it's over, why should we go home too!"

"Uh-huh"

Xiao Chuyun nodded obediently, then held Chu Tian's hand and left the teahouse.

On the street, Xiao Chuyun kept staring at his father, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and then asked, "Dad, are you really Chu Tian?"

"Uh... Yun'er, why did you ask that?" Chu Tian was surprised, and for a moment he didn't understand.

Xiao Chuyun thought for a while and said, "Just heard that the old man said that Chu Yun is eight feet tall, has three heads and six hands. He can still breathe fire when fighting, but I think you are no different from others."

Chu Tian: "...".

Chu Tian really couldn't explain this matter, so he spent a night to finally reverse the boy's view, and the next day Chu Tian took him to taste the delicious food in Qinglian City.

As for the invitations placed in front of him by the commander of the city guard, Chu Tian had no time to read them, so the final result was naturally all refusal.

In a flash, Chu Tian and his son also played in Qinglian City for several days. They had basically experienced what they should go, see, and play, so Xiao Chuyun was not interested.

They simply stayed in the city lord's mansion, because they were going to go to Baihua City tomorrow, so they planned to take a break.

In the past few days, she has not come to meet Yin Jian in the backyard, and Chu Tian has never looked for her. However, Li Hen has come a few times and said some things but there is nothing else.

They are going back today. After all, they were sneaked out this time. Once they were exposed by Luoyin King, the consequences would be very serious, so Li wanted to go back. As for Luo Yu, they naturally had to go together, but before leaving, she still couldn't help but come to see Chu Tian.

When he arrived outside the yard, Chu Tian appeared, sighed in his heart and said, "Come in!".

"yes"

Almost at the same time, Silver Sword walked in.

She lowered her head, looking a little restrained and at a loss; in fact, she was just looking outside the door at first, but she didn't plan to come in, but she didn't expect to be seen.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is impossible for your own son to not show up, unless he doesn't want to show up.

Yin Jian thought to himself, a wry smile appeared on his face, and then asked, "Didn't you take the young master out to play today?"
Chapter completed!