After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 289 Mr. Storyteller
"Me?" Lin Zhiyu was slightly stunned, "Then should we ask about what he usually likes and what he doesn't like?"

Chu Nianshan finally had a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, and he sat up straighter: "Fifteen has already asked about it.

Geng Yunian was over thirty but never married. He had no special hobbies on weekdays. After leaving office, he would sit alone in a teahouse and listen to books. "

"You're still in your thirties but you don't have a wife?" Lin Zhiyu couldn't help but think of He Chenghu, "He won't be as masculine as He Chenghu, right?"

"No, on the contrary, he didn't check the fence, and even refuted his boss's face for it."

"It seems that, apart from not having a wife, he is just an ordinary person." Lin Zhiyu's eyes were a little vacant.

But when it comes to Geng Yunian, Chu Nianshan's face seems to be gloomier.

Why is that?
Soon, Chu Nianshan's next words revealed the reason: "He is extremely defensive of others and extremely stubborn. Even if a knife is placed on his neck, he will never reveal anything if he doesn't want to. Character."

solitary;

stubborn;

Love listening and speaking books.

Lin Zhiyu's brain immediately sorted out these keys.

The matter at Baihu Camp is considered a sensitive topic, so it's no wonder Chu Nianshan said this.

"I have inquired that the imperial edict for the mission to Xirong has been drafted, and the team will set off in three days."

Three days, only three days.

Almost subconsciously, he blurted out: "What about Zhou Zijin?"

Chu Nianshan pushed the tea cup forward and his voice dropped two points.

"I will naturally make arrangements."

Lin Zhiyu knew that he had misunderstood her: "No, no, I'm not saying I don't believe you, I'm just a little worried about his current situation."

"You are still worried about yourself." Chu Nianshan looked into Lin Zhiyu's eyes, feeling a little bit pressured invisibly, "The situation over there in Xirong is not very good. Otherwise, why do you think Zheng Guanyue asked you to go there by name?"

Lin Zhiyu felt a little uncomfortable because this man always spoke so coldly.

At the door, Lin Xiaolian was squatting on the ground, holding two unknown wild flowers in her hands, chatting with Shi Shi.

"What's your original name?" Lin Xiaolian looked at Fifteen curiously.

The young man in front of me seemed to be about the same age as myself. He was young, knew everything, and had good kung fu.

Look at yourself again. Apart from taking care of Lin Zhiyu’s food, clothing, housing and transportation, you can do nothing, and you have also brought Qiaoxiu into trouble...

Lin Xiaolian felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

Fifteen looked at this girl with bright eyes for a while, as if she wanted to see and ask about everything;
After a while, he lowered his head again, and the expression on his face also dropped, looking like he was lost.

He thought he had made Lin Xiaolian unhappy, and said quickly: "Don't be unhappy. I won't tell you, because I really don't know what my name is. Anyway, as long as I can remember, I have never seen my father or my mother." .”

Lin Xiaolian raised her head and pretended to smile lightly: "Then I'm a little better than you, at least I remember what dad looks like.

But speaking of it, I don’t have a name either. This name was given to me by the person who bought me.

Maybe we have met on some street corner before! "

Fifteen laughed dumbly. He used to be a beggar, and would steal when he couldn't get enough. Everyone avoided him, so how could he meet him.

When he raised his head and lowered his head, two flowers were stuffed into his hand.

Lin Xiaolian said: "Miss is here, I'm leaving! See you next time!"

Fifteen was stunned: "Miss?"

"That's the princess. Anyway, in my heart, she has always been the super powerful young lady." Lin Xiaolian grinned, and her whole body felt much more relaxed when she mentioned Lin Zhiyu.

Shi Fifteen stared blankly at Lin Xiaolian's back, not even noticing when Wang Qi was standing behind her. "You brat, if you go on a mission and the enemies come up behind you, you are still here in a daze." Wang Qi hit him on the back of the head.

Only then did Fifteen react and hid the two flowers behind his back: "No, I was just thinking about something."

His little movements were caught by Wang Qi, who just smiled and said nothing.

On the other side, Lin Xiaolian hurriedly pulled Lin Zhiyu and asked, "Where's Qiaoxiu? Did Mr. Chu say anything?"

"He just mentioned it, but Master Ji Yan is with them, so don't worry."

"Yes, Master Ji Yan is so powerful, Qiao Xiu's hands must be fine." Lin Xiaolian's heart, which had been hanging around for many days, finally relaxed a little.

After getting on the carriage, Lin Zhiyu suddenly asked: "Is there a place to listen to storytelling near the Bingma Division?"

The coachman thought for a while: "There seems to be such a place called Anfulou. Miss, do you want to go there and have a look?"

"Ah."

"okay."

The coachman was eager to earn a few more taels of silver, so he whipped up his horse whip and headed for Anfulou.

Anfu Building is not actually a building in the strict sense, it only has three floors. In the middle of the first floor, there is a large table with a lot of paper on it and a folding fan.

The second floor has scattered seats and the third floor has private rooms. There is not much difference in decoration.

Beside the fence on the second floor, there are ordinary wooden square tables, each of which is separated by a small screen.

It is already dinner time, and many people have gone back to eat, so the bustling Anfu Building has become a lot deserted.

Lin Zhiyu stepped in and saw an old man sitting crookedly on a bamboo chair, half asleep and half awake. He was awakened by the footsteps and lazily raised his eyelids.

"Girl, are you here to drink tea or listen to a book? The reading will have to wait until the evening."

Lin Zhiyu looked back at the sky: "Okay."

Lin Xiaolian asked in surprise: "Miss, don't you want to eat?"

The old man said: "When you go out to eat, turn right."

"I'm not hungry yet." Lin Zhiyu found a seat opposite the old man and sat down, "I would like to chat with you."

"Let's talk?" The old man sat up suddenly, "What do I have that is worth talking about?"

Lin Zhiyu said: "Let's talk about the guests.

You tell other people's stories on stage, and the people below are listening to their own stories, right? "

The old man's eyes lit up and he looked at Lin Zhiyu carefully.

She looked like a delicate young lady in a boudoir, but her eyes revealed her master's rebellion.

"I didn't say anything, how do you know I'm a storyteller?"

The old man couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Lin Zhiyu said: "You have a literary spirit about you."

The old man looked at Lin Zhiyu motionless for a moment, then laughed twice: "Except for those few guests who are familiar with me, no one can know that I, a sloppy old man, am the high-spirited storyteller on the stage."

At first glance, it looks really sloppy.

The collar of his clothes was crooked, with a few drops of wine stains on it, his hair was disheveled, and he exuded an aura of decadence from head to toe.

Lin Zhiyu said: "There is one side on stage and another side off stage. People only care about the glamorous side."

"You little girl, why are you here when you talk?" The old man didn't care about anything. He directly picked up the teapot on the table, pointed it at the spout and poured it into his mouth. The dark yellow tea flowed down his neck. shed.