"I came a little abruptly and took the initiative to disturb you. I hope you forgive me."

Yan Yan's attitude was very respectful, but the gentleman sitting behind the desk never looked at her.

He turned his head and looked at the Master sitting cross-legged on the bench: "I said, how did you agree before? Is there anything else in your heart except your baby student and wine?"

The Master had taken out the small wine pot that Yan Yan gave from his arms, and the baby seemed to rub it back and forth with his hands.

Hearing the ridicule of Storyteller, he waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I think everyone is as idle as you, so it's so realistic! I have only this little ability, I can't control anything else, and I don't want to care about it!"

After saying that, Tan Xiangzi turned his face and glanced at Yan Yan, who was still standing there, and a trace of undetectable helplessness and mixed feelings flashed in his eyes.

This girl is different from others.

In the morning, when she showed the piano that Chen Zhen identified in the thatched cottage, he felt it.

This girl is a space power.

He had never seen a monk with this kind of power. When he felt the special fluctuations of spiritual energy on her body, he was really surprised.

Her piano sound could actually enter Chen Zhen's dream, which really surprised him.

He was actually a little bit skeptical at that time.

After all, Chen Zhen’s dream can no longer be considered a dream. How could anyone intervene in such a special and terrifying place?

Not to mention awakening Chen Zhen from that bad situation.

However, just now, just as the two walked out of the night fog wilderness, the girl suddenly said that she had seen Chen Zhen.

The moment she said this, although Tan Xiangzi remained calm on the surface, his heart had already stirred up storms.

Especially before entering here, she said again and heard Chen Zhen blocking her.

He knew that the girl was not lying, and her piano might really awaken Chen Zhen.

Her people can see Chen Zhen going to dream.

And he himself didn't see Chen Zhen at all...

Thinking of the situation he was rushing to the road just now, Tan Xiangzi couldn't help but turn his head to look at the storyteller, and hummed: "I said you, an old monster with white eyebrows, are so rude and sweet. What are you shit!"

The storyteller glanced at Tan Xiangzi coldly before retracting his gaze and landing on Yan Yan who stood respectfully in front of him.

"I don't have what the girl wants here. I'm afraid I'm going to have a waste of time tonight. It's not too early, so I'll go back soon."

When Yan Yan heard Mr. Storytelling's words, he raised his head slowly and his eyes moved from the curly yellow scroll in front of the teacher to Mr. Storytelling's face.

Facing the bright and quiet eyes, Yan Yan smiled faintly: "Sir, I misunderstood. I didn't want to ask for anything. I came here to visit Mr. specifically to confirm something."

The storyteller lifted his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Yan Yan with bright eyes: "What do you want to prove?"

Yan Yan's eyes drooped, and quickly swept the book from the book in Mr. Storytelling, and his smile became deeper: "I came here to verify from Mr. Is the ending of the story that I know the same as what Mr. tells?"

After saying that, Yan Yan paused, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "But there is no need now."

The storyteller narrowed his eyes: "What the hell do the girl want to say?"

Yan Yan's expression was open and honest: "There is nothing else, it means literally. The reason why there is no need to verify with the teacher is because I already know the ending of the story."

After saying that, Yan Yan bowed and bowed again: "I'm so upset, say goodbye!"

After saying that, Yan Yan didn't wait for a moment, and turned around and left.

The storyteller's voice came coldly behind him: "Girl, don't be too arrogant, everything in the world is unique, you can't see a corner when traveling thousands of miles. Girls are young, should be quick and studious, and be humble. Don't let mosquitoes carry mountains, which will make you tired!"

Yan Yan didn't look back and replied loudly: "I'll dig a hole every day, and I'll dim it in seven days..."

"girl!"

Before Yan Yan could express her last word, the calm and composed gentleman who was originally sitting behind the desk had already changed his face. He stood up suddenly and interrupted her.

Yan Yan stopped in place, then slowly turned around, with a faint smile on her face, looking at the storyteller who was already pale and panicked.

Then, he asked lightly: "I'm right about the ending of this story?"

This time, the storyteller did not say anything else to admonish him. He just looked at Yan Yan quietly, and a deep sadness arose in his eyes.

He shook his sleeves and bowed deeply to Yan Yan: "I can't see the girl's true face. I was offended just now, so I hope the girl will forgive me."

Yan Yan didn't say anything more, looked at the storyteller quietly, turned around and continued to walk out of the tea shop.

The storyteller stood up again, his eyes were already a little wet, his words were choked, with a strong and earnest meaning: "Since the girl knows the ending of the story, let it rot in her belly, don't tell it to the human being!"

Even Tan Xiangzi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bench, stood up in surprise.

He stared at Yan Yan's back as he walked out blankly, then glared at the ball and asked Mr. Storyteller: "This little girl really knows the ending of this story. What exactly does it mean? I don't know it after so many years!"

The storyteller ignored him and fell back to the stool in despair. He was covered in despair under his shoulders and crotch. His red eyes looked at the book in front of him in a daze. He shook his head gently. When he closed his eyes, two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

Tan Xiangzi stopped talking.

After the two have been together for so many years, the impression of this old man in white-brow has always been conceited and calm. It is the first time that he has lost his composure tonight.

Although the two were not friends, Tan Xiangzi was a little reluctant to see the storyteller's distraught appearance.

He looked down at the book spread in front of him and sighed, "Don't be too serious, after all, it's been so many years. Haven't you been trying hard to keep every result? You're also the most righteous."

While speaking, Tan Xiangzi looked back and saw that Yan Yan had already left the tea shop, he turned around and looked at the storyteller with a steady look: "I brought this girl here for cough or wine. This girl might be the turn we have been waiting for."

When he stepped into this place just now, the words Yan Yan said to him, her excited expression and eyebrows were all taken into consideration by him.

What Tan Xiangzi said at this moment was the truth. At that time, he suddenly didn't regret bringing this girl here.

It was not to comfort the old man who was crying in front of him. He really felt so in his heart, maybe this girl was the opportunity they had been looking for for so many years.

He didn't know how long Chen Zhen could hold on.

He didn't know how long the demon could endure...
Chapter completed!