Red Mansion Reader

Chapter 73

That night, 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, talking excitedly to each other about the bustle of the teahouse today.

"It's been a long time since I came across such a script. It's really enjoyable and enjoyable." Someone expressed emotion, causing the companions on both sides to nod.

"Do you think it's true that the wild fox sent Mr. Yuanhe to repay his kindness?" Everyone likes to join in the fun, and none of the storytellers has seen Mr. Yuanhe's true face, and 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 a little more of the daily tea money, which was regarded as an expression of respect for him.

Seeing some of his colleagues say stupid and stupid things, he immediately opened his mouth and said forcefully: "Whether there is a wild fox or not, if we say he has it, then he has it. Don't smash your own signboard."

Among the people present, He Youshan has the highest qualifications. The people who just asked the question saw that he was the one who came out to answer, so they shrank their heads on the spot and stopped talking.

"Yes, that's what I want to say." Someone responded, "I don't think they would be so fascinated today if it weren't for the part of the wild fox repaying a favor. Don't just start the stove. Before everyone started eating, I kicked it over."

When everyone heard it, 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. Could it be that the tea money distributed by the restaurant is fake?

Just at this moment, Hu Yuan walked in slowly. When everyone saw him, they quickly stood up and cupped their hands. You talked to each other, wishing to bring all the excitement that we saw today to Hu Yuan.

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

"Young Master, what do you say next?" Someone asked curiously, "Will we still be talking about "Painted Skin Ghost" tomorrow?"

In the storytelling business, the most taboo thing is a story told over and over again that the world always likes the new and dislikes the old.It was kind of him to ask.If he wanted to strike while the iron was hot, he directly erected the signboard of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".

Hu Yuan shook his head, and continued to convey the entrustment Chen Heng said to him, "Next, we will talk about "Painted Skin Ghost", if we agree to seven days, we will only talk about it for seven days.

And I have a rule here, until next year, the stories I have told cannot be told again.If anyone breaks the rules, he will have no part in the following stories. "

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

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, what kind of rules is this, there is such a reason for restraining people.

"What if the other storyteller tells it?" He Youshan was more careful, and immediately noticed the problems 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, and he believed that these people would make the right choice.

Only then did everyone realize that what they were drinking was still soup.Excitement appeared on each of their faces, and they all patted their chests to promise that they would definitely abide by the rules of the library.

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

On the second day, when He Youshan stepped into the tea house again, there were many more tea customers than before, and the lobby on the second floor was full.Among the scattered figures, even the yelling from the street was suppressed.

The little old man was a bit pissed, and pretended to ask: "Oh, why are there so many people today! It's so old-fashioned, I don't know what you want to hear?"

"Listen to Painted Skin Ghost." Someone yelled, and they came here because of the name.

"Listen to Liao Zhai, listen to Liaozhai."

"It's the story of Mr. Yuanhe."

Everyone gave different answers, but they all said the same thing.

He Youshan smiled slightly, picked up the Xingmu and dropped it heavily, and today's storytelling officially began.

In the lobby, everyone applauded in unison.There are also several waiters running around with teapots in their hands.

At this time, a few people rushed over from the corner of the street, grabbed the waiter at the door and asked.

"Is there room upstairs?"

The waiter was also helpless, this was the third wave of people, so he could only shake his head, "It's a coincidence, guest officer, the second floor is already full, if you want, you can stand and listen in the corridor."

"What should I do?" the visitor asked his companion.

"The corridor is the corridor. Mr. Youshan's ventriloquism is also superb. It would be a pity to miss it."

Passers-by on the street couldn't help but be surprised, when listening to storytelling, they have to fight for seats. A voice came from the crowd, "May I ask what the upstairs is talking about?"

"Mr. Yuanhe's Tales from a Strange Studio." The man hurried upstairs to listen to the book, and when he heard the applause from upstairs again, he ran into the teahouse immediately.

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

"Painted Skin Ghost" was talked about in Yangzhou City for seven days, and on the fourth day, many storytellers had already talked about it.It’s impossible not to talk about it. Now people in Yangzhou City are eager to hear this.

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

Those seven or eight teahouses did not know what kind of luck they had.In the past few days, the venues are full of customers, if the tea drinkers wait until after noon to come, it is good luck to reserve a place for you in the corridor.

After all, there are more than three in Yangzhou city.One is a lot of money, and the other is a lot of people.More than three, can not be said.

Those who were lucky enough to hear the story couldn't help bragging about it when they got home.Some of them spoke wonderfully, some spoke in a mess, but without exception, they were full of praise.

By the end of the day, even the students in the academy knew that a strange person had come to Yangzhou City. Whenever they were free, they would get together to discuss the truth about the wild fox's revenge and whether Mr. Yuanhe was the wild fox.

Naturally, Chen Heng would not be involved in such trivial matters, and even Qian Dayou and Jiang Yuanbai cleverly expressed that they wanted to keep Brother Heng a secret.After all, this feeling that only you know is really too...

Another three days later, the limelight of "Painted Skin Ghost" has just passed, and the story of "Zhedongsheng" has stepped on the remaining prestige and really turned the peaceful city of Yangzhou upside down.Today happened to meet Xiu Mu.Xue Biao made an appointment with Qian Dayou and others early, and was going to go out to find a teahouse to watch the excitement.

Chen Heng has other important matters. His Uncle Lin has sent a message, calling him to come over for dinner.If the elders are invited, he can't do it if he doesn't go.

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

"Brother."

It turned out that it was the pretty Daiyu who was blocking his way.

Chen Heng was really taken aback, and couldn't help but said, "Yu'er, you don't wait for me inside, what are you doing hiding here?"

"Study the wild fox to repay your favor. Brother, you must not know that a strange person has come to Yangzhou City recently."

Chen Heng was also helpless. Hearing her high-spirited tone, he had no choice but to roll his eyes, bowed his head and walked around her side with a smile.

This is how Daiyu can bear it, Xiaobu caught up with her elder brother, and continued: "I don't know if this Mr. Yuanhe has three heads and six arms. Sister Baoqin said that since he can be selected by the wild fox fairy, he must be a person with a romantic and elegant temperament."

Speaking of this, she herself was overjoyed.

Chen Heng had no choice but to stop by the side of the road, cupped his hands and said, "My dear sister, it's brother who made a mistake."

"What's wrong, brother?" Lin Daiyu blinked, holding back the smile at the corner of her mouth.

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

The two turned their heads immediately, only to see Lin Ruhai walking towards them with a smile, stepping on the broken shadow of Lin Ye.

　I changed it a few times, and it feels almost right. I am late, late, I am really sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)