Paradise

Lin Yu's face turned red. Looking at the many pedestrians walking around, he didn't have the guts to kiss back. He couldn't kiss back, but he could do something else. Lin Yu grabbed Zhou Ze's big hand and interlocked his fingers. , Hold tightly, in order to express your thoughts.

Zhou Ze gave a low laugh, let Lin Yu pull him, and followed him.

There are many stalls and people on the shore of the lake. It is the spring season, and it is on the shore of the lake. From time to time, there is a breeze blowing with moisture, but it is not hot. Otherwise, it would be enough to squeeze people together. Accepted.

But when Lin Yu was squeezed for the second time and was trampled on, Zhou Ze felt that it was time to find a place with a little less people to sit for a while, and walking away with such a crowd was not an option.

"Ayu, are you hungry? Let's find a place to have lunch." Zhou Ze said, looking up at the position of the sun, it should be noon.

Because when they were shopping before, the two bought some snacks to eat. Lin Yu didn't feel very hungry at the moment, but felt a little thirsty.

"Brother Zhou, I'm not too hungry, just a little thirsty."

"Well, let me see if there is a teahouse nearby?" Zhou Ze looked around and found a teahouse, "Ayu, look over there, there is a teahouse, let's go in and have a cup of tea and some snacks."

Lin Yu nodded, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes, he had never been in a teahouse, he had only drank a big bowl of tea at a tea stand by the side of the road. pretty good.

Zhou Ze brought Lin Yu to the teahouse. The teahouse was quite large, with dozens of tables and a special table in the middle. There was a storyteller standing behind the table. Seeing this storyteller, with a crisp sound of "snap!", he slapped Xing Liang on the table and started to tell a story.

The tea drinkers in the teahouse were awakened by the sound, and stopped talking one after another, all looking at the storyteller, listening to his storytelling.

Lin Yu was taken by his father to listen to an opera once when he was a child, but it was the first time for him to listen to a book. He was very curious. He looked at it with his eyes and listened to it with his ears. He just wanted to see how it was told.

I saw that the storyteller was in his 40s, wearing a navy blue Confucian shirt, a lun scarf on his head, and a long beard on his face. He looked very powerful, a bit like the master who taught them to read when he was young.

Zhou Ze pulled Lin Yu to sit down at an empty table, and the waiter quickly stepped forward, "What would you like to order from the two civil servants, we have the best Dahongpao, Tieguanyin tea, Longjing tea, Maojian tea..."

Zhou Ze didn't know much about tea, and he didn't like tea, so he ordered one at random, "Here's a pot of Longjing tea, and a plate of dim sum."

"Hello, a pot of Longjing tea, a pot of dim sum, wait a moment, guest officer, I'll be here soon!" the waiter yelled, and went to serve tea.

Lin Yu approached Zhou Ze and asked, "Brother Zhou, is Longjing tea good?"

"Almost, it's enough to quench your thirst." Zhou Ze said casually.

Lin Yu didn't care about the tea, his attention was quickly attracted by the storyteller in the middle, for no other reason than the storyteller's storytelling was so good, the movements, the words, the demeanor, the plot of the story , interlocking, attracting people to keep listening.

Lin Yu was fascinated when he heard it, and he wanted to know the following plot. Not only him, but all the listeners in the room thought so, and all of them listened brightly.

The tea was served quickly. Zhou Ze poured a cup of tea for Lin Yu and himself, pushed Lin Yu's cup to his hand, and put the plate of snacks on his side, reminding in a low voice, "Ah Yu , you can eat snacks and listen to books at the same time."

Hearing the sound, Lin Yu came back to his senses, only to find that the lake water and snacks were served. He first picked up a piece of snack and handed it to Zhou Ze, and then he took a piece of snack and ate it in small bites. He was still concentrating on storytelling. people there.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Ze thought to himself, he should bring Lin Yu out more in the future to see the great world.

After about two cups of tea, the storyteller's Xingmu rang again, and left a sentence, "Predict what will happen next, and listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

After the storyteller finished speaking this time, he bowed his hands to the tea drinkers present.

Everyone was still satisfied with what they heard, and wanted to listen again, so someone took out a copper coin and threw it on the storyteller's table, which was a reward.

Lin Yu looked excited and said happily, "Brother Zhou, that man tells a story so well that people want to hear it and what happens next. Will he talk again later? I still want to hear it."

This is the brilliance of the storyteller. Every time a storyteller leaves a "button" at the end of the story, it will hang people, attract people, keep hooking you and want to listen to it, as long as you want to know the next thing, you will come back Listen, storytellers can continue to make money, but they can only speak in one place for a period of time. After a period of time, they will change places or get new books. People will lose interest after listening too much.

Zhou Ze didn't speak, but the people at the table next to him spoke, "Mr. Zhang can speak up to three paragraphs a day, including this one, he has already lectured two paragraphs. If he is in a good mood, he will speak one more paragraph."

"So how do you feel in a good mood?" Lin Yu asked curiously.

"Then, look at the copper coins on the table. Naturally, the more money, the happier he is." The speaker pointed to the storyteller's table and said, while the storyteller was drinking a cup of tea from time to time. Shaking the fan twice, it was a kind of leisurely contentment.