Author: Lost Dragon

Boss Chi couldn't help but urge Song Huanxi again: "Ah Huan, the guests are all waiting!"

He only fully discovered the importance of Song Huanxi today. When dinner arrived at six o'clock in the evening, the guests asked one after another, why hasn't the little storyteller come yet?

On weekdays, around eight o'clock, there are no customers in the store, but today it was still very crowded, just waiting for a young storyteller.

Boss Chi was thinking that if things were like this every day, he could sell one more hour.

Selling some drinks, peanuts, and making some snacks can make a lot of money!

Song Huanxi smiled and did not start the lecture immediately. Instead, he very discerningly carried a large pot of hot water. When he saw that the teacup on the table was empty, he refilled it.

Finally, he took out the bowl cake he brought from home, put it on a plate from Chiji Noodle House, and delivered it to Lu Xingbang in the corner, "Sir, your snack."

Lu Xingbang raised his eyebrows, but Song Huanxi smiled and said nothing. He turned around and took the Mingbao handed over by the guest, turned to the supplement, and read The Legend of the Condor Heroes first, and then The White-Haired Witch.

Although she deliberately slowed down, she still quickly finished reading the two serials.

The guests were all a bit unfinished and shouted for Song Huanxi to read two more chapters.

The guests who came brought a lot of newspapers. Song Huanxi picked a few articles from the supplements of the Chengbao and Express newspapers and read them. However, with the couple of Condor Heroes and the White-haired Witch Chuanzhuyu in front of them, these articles seemed a bit dry to read.

Baba's.

Seeing that the guests were a little disappointed, Song Huanxi made a thought and promised: "Tomorrow, I will bring a book to read, and I guarantee that everyone will be satisfied!"

The guests happily agreed, drank the remaining tea in their cups, and dispersed in twos and threes.

After Song Huanxi finished clearing the tables and chairs, it was already past nine o'clock. Boss Chi asked a rare kind question: "It's so late, how about I give you a ride?"

Song Huanxi declined: "No, I have fast feet and will be there in a minute."

If that person understands what she means, there is no need to worry at all tonight.

Song Huanxi took a pack of wontons from Boss Chi and walked out briskly.

Soon after arriving at the entrance of Chiji's back alley, Song Huanxi let out a light sigh. It was dark in front of him, and the street lights were broken again?

It was obviously fine when I left yesterday.

In the darkness, Lu Xingbang's figure slowly emerged, like a shadow cheetah in the night, elegant and calm.

He chuckled and said, "It seems I guessed right. You really have something to ask me for."

Girls are really smart, they know how to give him snacks and tell him that he needs something.

Song Huanxi laughed and answered the question: "How does the bowl cake taste?"

Lu Xingbang licked his lips and responded: "Sweet but not greasy, smooth and delicious."

The two of them walked forward in the darkness while talking. Song Huanxi was already used to it, so she wasn't too scared. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "This is my second sister's craft. I want her to sell some snacks in front of the theater in Kowloon.

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"I would like to ask you to take good care of me."

Lu Xingbang laughed out loud: "What else do I think -"

"It's a small matter. I'll tell my brothers to look after my sister's stall later."

Song Huanxi thanked him generously: "Thank you for your trouble."

Lu Xingbang changed the topic and asked her about studying in the acting class: "It's the first day of class today, how do you feel?"

Song Huanxi opened her eyes wide and said with a smile: "It's so interesting. Best actress Lin Yu is giving us lessons in person!"

Lu Xingbang cooperated and looked a little surprised: "Lin Yu?"

Song Huanxi nodded. She didn't like gossip, so she didn't talk about Lin Yu and Long Wu. She only talked about the record singing.

Then he talked about Qin Dao, who was full of personality, and how the young daughter-in-law lost her husband and was forced into debt and forced into marriage. After the twists and turns of the plot, Qin Dao asked them to continue writing.

Lu Xingbang laughed out loud: "That male student really said that? A hero descended from heaven? Hahahahaha, why didn't he just bring a monkey down to fight the injustice?"

Song Huanxi thought carefully for a moment, "If the hero fails, maybe the monkey will come down?"

Lu Xingbang was once again amused by her serious look. His eyes were shining brightly in the dark night. His smile was a little lighter, but his smile was stronger, and his voice was lowered a few degrees:

"What about you? Having said so much, how do you continue writing?"

This is Song Huanxi's favorite work. It is effortless to memorize it. She is impassioned and has facial expressions. She just replaced An Xiuniang's name.

"She pushed her children forward: 'I can't bear it, I still have sons and daughters, and if I can't bear it, I still have grandchildren!'"

…

After saying these words, there was no response from Lu Xingbang. Song Huanxi looked up in confusion, only to meet a pair of burning black eyes——

"very good--"

"The continuation is very good."

The man's voice was soft and soft, with unprecedented gentleness, "Okay, you go home!"

Only then did Song Huanxi realize belatedly that the two of them had been standing in the alternating light and dark area of ​​the street lamp for who knows how long.

She could step into the light with just one step, but she hesitated for a rare moment.

After all, Song Huanxi was just an eighteen-year-old girl who shouldered the burden of a whole family, but rarely had the opportunity to communicate with others.

Lu Xingbang is such a good listener.

Song Huanxi said softly: "Thank you for being willing to listen to me."

Lu Xingbang smiled, his white teeth shining brightly in the dark: "It would be better if we chatted like this more."

He sighed deliberately and said: "After all, Mr. Xiao hasn't changed other people's articles recently!"

Song Huanxi was ashamed and embarrassed, so he ran away.

After walking briskly for half a street, she felt something, stopped and looked behind her, only to see that behind the tall man, the street lights were lighting up one after another, as if the light was chasing the black figure.

Song Huanxi vaguely understood why the street lights happened to go out twice in a row.

It turned out that Lu Xingbang had been carefully protecting her.

The unknown joy diluted the fatigue of the day, and Song Huanxi's steps became brisker again.

When they got home, the second sister was sitting at the table, her head nodding. She was so sleepy that she tried to open her eyes: "I put Wenzi to sleep. How about it? Can I go sell snacks tomorrow?"

Seeing how sleepy she was, Song Huanxi knew that Ah Yun couldn't remember what she said, so he simply sent her to bed first and talk to her tomorrow morning if she had anything to do.

After she washed briefly, she did not go to bed immediately. Instead, she moved a chair and came to the bookshelf again.

The top shelf of the bookshelf contains ancestral manuscripts and a pile of law textbooks.

The second level is much more interesting.

Her father explicitly prohibited her from reading it until she was eighteen years old.

When her father was still alive, Song Huanxi was still a little curious, but unfortunately her father kept a close eye on him, so she had no chance to take action. After her father passed away, she was busy supporting the family.

Unexpectedly, it was only after she turned eighteen that she touched the second layer of books for the first time.

When Song Huanxi was in class during the day, when he heard the name of Border Town, he felt that it sounded familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Later I thought about it, maybe it was on the second shelf.
Chapter completed!