Chapter 52

Jiang evening white still listen to Qi Qingxing last sentence, feel like eating almost did not buy again, just see what you want to eat in the heart, and plan to wait for the next time to eat.

Jiangcheng is very busy, there are many streets, big and small. Jiang evening white, anyway, does not recognize the road. He wanders around when he sees the interested ones. He doesn't know where he is going.

But no matter how she goes, Qi Qingxing always follows her.

"Tired? Would you like to go to the tea house for a rest? " Qi Qingxing asked, holding her wrist.

Jiang stopped in the evening and felt like he was wandering, mainly eating almost, and there was no interest in wandering behind.

"OK." The river is late to white.

The front is not far away from the tea house, this is not the main street, compared with the main street next door to be quiet a little bit, the tea house just opened here, after entering the noisy voice suddenly and a lot less.

Qi Qingxing originally wanted a private room. Jiang evening White had already walked to a table in the lobby, put his food and food on the table and said, "sit here."

Qi Qingxing settled down, and finally relied on her.

But when he left, Qi Shizi, who was always in the VIP room, sat in such a first floor lobby for the first time. There were all kinds of people with various identities nearby. He was still uncomfortable when he just sat down.

Jiang later white saw it, asked Xiao Er to have a dish of melon seeds and fried peanuts, and a pot of tea. She grabbed the teapot in front of green bamboo, first poured Qi Qingxing a cup, and when he looked up, she blinked at him and said, "actually, I want to come to the tea house to listen to the book, but it is more interesting than I hold the book with my own book."

When she mentioned the book, Qi Qingxing remembered the bamboo that often looked at the book. His eyebrows jumped and said, "this kind of thing is enough to kill time, and it is not suitable to be addicted to it."

"Well." Jiang is very recognized for his late white point.

With her active speech, Qi Qingxing was relieved from the discomfort, and his attention was on her, and he could not care for other things.

In the first floor lobby, there is a table not too high. There is a case table on the table. There is a storyteller sitting behind the desk, a fan, a pot of tea, and a girl who can play Pipa beside it.

Storytelling is also a skill. Three words and two words pull the audience into the story he tells, or sorrow or joy, all feel the same experience. The audience thinks it is good, and naturally he will give it a reward.

Obviously this storyteller is very good.

Jiang evening white one hand with his head, listening to the relish, Qi Qingxing saw her immersed in it, also convergence of heart and mind to listen.

In the middle of this, some people in and out of the tea house, mostly a face leisurely to come here to pass time or entertainment, but in the gap between the shushuo stop, the late white Dynasty of the river to break silver, Yu Guang glimpses a tall and thin man hurriedly into.

The man was white, and when he came in, he kept rubbing his head with his sleeve. He looked at the lobby first. After he didn't find the person he wanted, he reached out and pulled the second grader and asked what he said. After the second man nodded, the man hurriedly headed for the second floor.

"What are you looking at?" Qi Qingxing asked the voice in his ear.

Jiang later white back to God, the man has been on the second floor, she eyes back, frown, "see some diaphragmatic things."