The woman looked back at the man's reaction and couldn't help but raise her hand to pat the man, who immediately responded with an awkward smile.
This couple seems ordinary, but they seem to have a sense of freedom and ease.
Su Mo didn't seem to notice it, he just looked at the scenery outside the restaurant window with confusion...
The old storyteller on the high platform continued to tell the story in his mouth, a story that was passed down by word of mouth and had different opinions.
The drunkards and teagoers in the audience seemed to have heard it countless times, but they still listened attentively.
The fireworks in this world seem to bring indescribable tranquility in this restaurant.
Xiao Xuanji looked at the food on the table for a while, and then at the men and women at the next table. When he saw the woman looking at Su Mo curiously, he immediately turned to look at Su Mo.
"Senior brother, can I eat it?" Xiao Xuanji asked cautiously, waving his index finger at the human delicacies on the table.
Su Mo came back to his senses and nodded to Xiao Xuanji.
Xiao Xuanji immediately couldn't hold it any longer and swelled up in front of the wind and clouds on the table, as if a countryman who had never seen the world came to the city for the first time...
The light breeze swept into the restaurant and blew Su Mo's white hair like snow.
On the end of the ink pen above the long hair, the mirror is shaking.
Su Mo slowly raised the wine cup on the table, raised his head and drank...
Xiao Xuanji looked at Su Mo's glass of wine and sniffed it curiously, but felt that it was not the kind of 'nine milk' that Su Mo had before, and immediately lost interest.
The fragrance of the Nine Milks is different from this.
Slowly, the wine is poured into the cup, and the wine is poured into the mouth.
Su Mo actually forgot what the taste of the wine was, whether it was the taste of wine or the past feelings of the person who tasted the wine.
The old storyteller finished his chapter, and the drunkards and teagoers dispersed.
There were only five people left in the restaurant, Su Mo, Xiao Xuanji, the man and woman at the next table, and the old storyteller...
The old storyteller packed up the utensils on the high table, glanced at the two tables of guests who looked different from other drinkers and tea drinkers, thought for a while and walked over.
"I wonder what the guests think of my wine?"
Su Mo nodded, "It's a bit weak..."
The old storyteller smiled and shook his head, "This wine can be tasted by hundreds of people."
"Every taste is different. Just like human experience, if the past experience is too strong, drinking this wine will naturally feel weak."
Su Mo raised his head and looked at the old storyteller in confusion, "It seems that your experience in this life is extremely rich."
The old storyteller slowly shook his head and sighed.
"It's just that I have lived longer, and naturally I have some insights that young people have never understood."
"Young people drink light wine, middle-aged people like strong wine, but now that they are old, they like light wine again."
"Tasting wine is like appreciating people, but the guests think it is too weak..."
Su Mo was startled for a moment, then nodded gently.
Common people in this world are born ordinary, but they also have their own understanding of life.
"Sir, you are well-informed. I would like to ask you about someone." Su Mo asked again with hope.
The old storyteller slowly sat aside, "Your Majesty, I would like to ask, have you ever heard of a person named 'Confucian Sage'? I have just heard it."
Su Mo nodded. He had asked too many people, but none of them knew there was a Confucian sage in this world.
This storyteller is here, his last hope.
But it seemed that he was destined to be disappointed. The old storyteller sighed and shook his head.
"Never heard of it."
Su Mo lowered his head silently, looking blank.
The aroma of the wine in the cup is still there, but it seems to be a little lighter...
The old storyteller turned to look at the men and women at the next table, and asked again: "What do you think of my wine?"
The man and woman looked at each other and smiled, and the man said calmly: "It's a bit astringent."
The old storyteller burst into laughter, "My dear sir, you drank too much good wine... After all, our wine is just a ration for the common people."
The old storyteller seemed to point out the extraordinary status of men and women with a simple sentence.
The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
But the woman asked, "Why can Mr. Sir's storyteller know so many stories that the world doesn't know?"
The old storyteller shook his head, "It's just that people come and go in the restaurant, and there are always people who are good at talking. The more they talk, the more I remember."
"Zong Ling, Mr. Ling Ling, is just telling some stories..."
"It's not serious."
It’s a story, but just a story?
Su Mo didn't know, let alone Xiao Xuanji...
The man and woman nodded in understanding, but they didn't know what they were writing.
Obviously, they did not feel the slightest power of cultivation in the old storyteller...
"Sir, this worldly experience can be put into a book and continue talking." The man smiled thoughtfully.
The old storyteller sighed and shook his head, "A storyteller is a storyteller. Why do you want to teach people how to do things?"
"People listen to books just to have some fun in their free time."
"There are too many things in books, and people don't like to listen to them anymore..."
"Besides..." The storyteller looked at the scenery outside the window of the restaurant, his figure a little stooped.
"I can't say it for too long..."
The aroma of the restaurant seems to be condensed with some indescribable sadness.
The man and woman stared at the old storyteller and sighed deeply.
The old storyteller has already gathered a will to die on his body, and it is already late...
Xiao Xuanji looked up at the old storyteller, his expression seemed sad.
In his eyes, it always makes him sad when others die.
Only Su Mo looked calm, seemingly calm...
The old storyteller looked at Su Mo and smiled slowly, "Birth, old age, illness and death are normal, why should we hold on to them?"
Su Mo nodded and asked, "Is there anything you can't let go of, old gentleman?"
The old storyteller looked back at everything in the restaurant, seeming a little reluctant to leave.
"I can't let go of this restaurant. After I die, where will the folks in this village find any leisure time..."
Su Mo nodded, "Sell it to me, and I'll open this restaurant."
The old storyteller looked at Su Mo and smiled, "If your guest is willing, it doesn't hurt to give it to you."
"What else do I want with that money?"
The men and women on the side looked at this simple encounter before sending them out of the restaurant, a little puzzled.
Xiao Xuanji raised his head and looked at Su Mo, looking at Su Mo in confusion...Aren't you going to look for that 'Confucian sage'?
But when I thought about how I couldn't find that person along the way, I understood something.
Su Mo looked at the old storyteller and said, "Okay."
There seems to be no reason, and it seems to be a helpless move.
The couple looked at the peaceful Su Mo and the old storyteller and left with a smile.
The aroma of wine lingers in the restaurant.
After the two left, Su Mo sighed at the old storyteller, "What did the old gentleman see in me?"
The old storyteller smiled and shook his head, "I have been running this restaurant for decades. The more I see people, the more I gradually learn how to read people. I see the extraordinary in the guests, and they are all so detached. temperament.”
"The guest officer is probably not a mortal like us, but he looks like a rootless duckweed, a little confused."
"My guest is looking for a way home, why not find a way out first?"
Su Mo looked up at the old storyteller with doubts in his heart.
Is the old storyteller really just a mortal?
