Chapter 379

Zhao Xiaoling shrugged, "I don't live on this. I don't make decisions. You are the seller of books. It's up to you to make decisions."

"I..." Before Yi Ling's words came out, the people around him suddenly began to boil, and everyone was staring at him and shouting.

"Tell us the story and what it will be like."

"Yes, I can't eat without hearing this story."

"Come on, don't delay. Speak quickly."

……

Zhao Xiaoling raised her eyes and looked at the place where people's eyes were gathering.

There is a small table. There is only a table and a chair on the table. There is a small solid wood about three inches long and one inch wide on the table.

Next to this small table stood an old man in black robe. He had black hair and black beard. He looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, but he didn't look obscene and spiritless. On the contrary, he was full of spirit and extraordinary temperament.

The black robed old man took a look at the crowd, knocked on the small solid wood, and said to the crowd, "everyone, be quiet. If it's so noisy, I can't talk about books any more."

The sound fell, and soon everyone was quiet. For a moment, the whole teahouse was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

It seems that the old man in black robe is very satisfied with the result. He smiles and says, "it seems that everyone wants to hear the story very much. In that case, I'll tell you something..."

He began to tell a story, which is the fairy story written by Zhao Xiaoling.

I don't know why, Zhao Xiaoling felt that what he wrote was not amazing, but when he heard what he said, there was a feeling that made her worship.

She even thought that if the book was not told by him, there might not be so many audiences. He made the book more brilliant.

In this way, she felt that it was not unjust for him to take the book at such a buy it now price. At least he made the book realize its own value and made many people like it.

Yi Ling doesn't understand why these people are so excited when they listen to a book. He doesn't understand why even Zhao Xiaoling, who wrote the book, is fascinated by it.

Look at her. She didn't even blink when she heard a story, but I think how serious she was.

Because the heart does not understand, because disdain, easy to make hiss.

At the moment, the whole teahouse is extremely quiet. Under such circumstances, a little noise will be found.

All the listeners around found out, but they didn't pay any attention to him. They were very excited and didn't care about him.

It seems that the storyteller also found that he took a look in the direction of Yi Ling, which did not mean anything.

Easy to make but very unhappy, gently pull the lip to show his disdain.

The storyteller didn't interrupt his story because of this. He was still talking about the book. He spoke very well and devoted himself to it.

Three quarters of an hour is not a long time, but it is not a short time. However, for those who listen to the books, it really passes in a blink of an eye.

Including Zhao Xiaoling, this is the idea.

Unconsciously after listening to the story, Zhao Xiaoling was stunned and looked at Yi Ling, "is that all?"

Yi Ling didn't listen as much as they did. During that time, he drank more than ten cups of tea. When he heard the words, he poured a cup of tea for himself and said calmly, "you want to listen after you finish?"

Zhao Xiaoling pulled his lower lip and shook his head. "I don't want to. I think this old man is too terrible. He can let me listen to his story and be so fascinated."

Yi Ling curled his mouth and hummed, "I said if you don't come, you must come."

Zhao Xiaoling said with a smile, "I'm right. If I don't come, I don't know someone can say my book so well."

Yi Ling looks at her and is not very happy. He starts to wring his pretty eyebrows, grabs the tea in front of him and pours it directly into his mouth.

At the end of the book, the people who came to see the story gradually retreated, but after half a cup of tea, only a few tables of people were left in the teahouse to continue drinking tea.

Zhao Xiaoling takes a look at the empty teahouse and is ready to ask Xiao Er to leave. Suddenly, a person sits at their table.

This man is no other than the old man in black.

"Good morning, young master." The old man in Black said hello to Yi linggong.

Easy to make but just not cold not light should sound.

The old man in black robe didn't mind his indifference. With a gentle smile on his face, he said, "young master, I don't know when to sell the next story?"

Yi Ling took a look at Zhao Xiaoling and shook his head, "I don't know."

"If the next story is longer, the price can be further discussed." The old man in black is looking forward to speaking.

Easy to make impatient way, "I said I don't know, you tell me what to do with these?"

The old man in black, with a smile, said to him, "in fact, I want to ask you if you can introduce this story writer to me."

"If you want a story, why do you want to know the person who wrote it?" Easy to make squint, do not understand to ask.

The black robed old man said, "just curious, what kind of people wrote such a good story."Yi Ling pointed to Zhao Xiaoling, "she wrote it."

The old man in black looked at Zhao Xiaoling and squinted, "girl, did you write those two stories?"

Zhao Xiaoling answered, "yes, it's me."

"How did the girl come up with such a good story?"

"This kind of thing can only be understood, but not explained." Zhao Xiaoling, the old God is answering.

The old man in black nodded, "I understand."

After two breaths of silence, he said, "in fact, I have an old friend who wants to know you. After reading your story, he thinks it's very good, so he wants to know you. Would you like to see that old friend?"

Zhao Xiaoling squinted and said, "I don't mind seeing more people. Who is your old friend? Where is it? "

"He is a man who has lived in the mountains for a long time. He seldom comes out here."

Zhao Xiaoling nodded slightly and asked him, "he is in the mountain forest. Do you want to see him and go to the mountain forest? But I can't. I can't go to the mountains. "

The black robed old man thought for a few moments, and his eyes were bright. He looked at Zhao Xiaoling and said, "I can send a letter to him and let him come. Can the girl tell me where to live? If he comes, I'll make an appointment with the girl. How about that?"

Zhao Xiaoling answered, "yes."

Silent, she reported before the inn address.

The old man in black wrote it down and said, "what's the name of the girl? I'm old, old and strange

"No wonder?" Zhao Xiaoling blinked and wondered about his name.

Listening to her pronunciation, the old man in black robe ordered tea and wrote down his name on the table.

"Wookiee?" Zhao Xiaoling read out the words he wrote and said with a smile, "old man, this name is really strange."

Wuqi said with a smile, "my name is better than that of my old friend. Do you know his name?"