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Chapter 61 Lu Xingbang is a Good Listener
Boss Chi couldn't help urging Song Huanxi again: "Ah Huan, all the guests are waiting!"

It was only today that he fully realized the importance of Song Huanxi. As soon as dinner arrived at six o'clock in the evening, the guests who came asked one after another, why the storyteller hasn't come yet?
There are no customers in the store at around eight o'clock on weekdays, but today it is full of people just waiting for a little storyteller.

Boss Chi calculated that if every day was like today, he could sell one more clock.

Sell ​​some drinks and peanuts, make some snacks, and earn a lot of money!
Song Huanxi smiled, and didn't start talking right away, but carried a large pot of hot water very discerningly, seeing that the teacup on that table was empty, he refilled it.

Finally, he took out the bozai cake he brought from home, put it on a plate from Chiji Noodle Shop, and sent it to Lu Xingbang in the corner, "Sir, your dim sum."

Lu Xingbang raised his eyebrows, but Song Huanxi smiled and said nothing, turned around and took the Mingbao handed over by the guest, turned to the supplement, first read The Legend of Condor Heroes, and then Biography of the White-haired Witch.

Although she intentionally slowed down, she finished reading the two serials very quickly.

The guests were all a little unsatisfied, and they all shouted for Song Huanxi to read two more articles.

The guests brought a lot of newspapers, and Song Huanxi picked out a few more from the supplements of Chengbao and Express, but there were Condor Heroes and White-haired Witch Chuanzhuyu in the front, and these few articles seemed a bit dry to read. Baba.

Seeing that the guests were slightly disappointed, Song Huanxi had a thought, and promised: "Tomorrow, I will bring a book to read, and I promise to satisfy everyone!"

Only then did the guests happily agree, drank the remaining tea in their cups, and dispersed in twos and threes.

After Song Huanxi cleaned up the tables and chairs, it was past nine o'clock. Boss Chi asked kindly: "It's so late, why don't I give you a ride?"

Song Huanxi declined: "No, I'm fast, and I'll be there in a while."

If that one understands what she means, there is nothing to worry about tonight.

Song Huanxi took a pack of wontons from Boss Chi and walked out briskly.

Soon at the entrance of Chiji's back alley, Song Huanxi let out a light snort. It was dark in front of him, and the streetlight was broken again?
He was obviously fine when he left yesterday.

In the darkness, Lu Xingbang's figure slowly emerged, like a shadow cheetah in the night, elegant and calm.

He chuckled and said: "It seems that I guessed correctly, you really need me for something."

The girl is really smart, she knows how to give him snacks and tell him that she has something to look for.

Song Huanxi laughed, and answered an irrelevant question: "How does Bozai Cake taste?"

Lu Xingbang licked his lips and responded, "Sweet but not greasy, smooth and delicious."

As the two talked, they walked forward in the dark. Song Huanxi was used to it, so he wasn't too scared, and said with a smile: "This is my second sister's handicraft. I want her to sell some snacks at the gate of the theater in Kowloon. "

"I still need to ask you to take care of me."

Lu Xingbang laughed out loud: "What else should I do—"

"It's a small matter, I'll tell my brothers to take care of Dian Lingmei's stall later."

Song Huanxi expressed his thanks generously: "Then I will trouble you."

Lu Xingbang changed the subject, but asked about her study in the acting class: "Today is the first day of class, how do you feel?"

Song Huanxi opened his eyes wide, and said with a smile: "It's very interesting, the actress Lin Yu is teaching us in person!"

Lu Xingbang cooperatively made a somewhat surprised look: "Lin Yu?"

Song Huanxi nodded, she didn't like to gossip after others, so she didn't talk about Lin Yu and Long Wu, only about the record singer.

Then I talked about Qin Dao, who is full of personality, and after the story of the little daughter-in-law who lost her husband and was forced to marry by debts, Qin Dao asked them to continue writing.

Lu Xingbang laughed loudly: "That male student really said that? A hero from heaven? Hahahaha, why doesn't he just make a monkey down to fight against injustice?"

Song Huanxi thought about it seriously, "If the hero fails, maybe the monkey will come down?"

Lu Xingbang was once again amused by her serious look, his eyes were shining brightly in the dark night, his smile became lighter but stronger, and his voice lowered a few degrees:
"What about you? Having said so much, how did you continue writing?"

This is Song Huanxi's favorite work, and it is effortless to memorize. She is impassioned, and it is accompanied by action expressions, but An Xiuniang's name has been replaced.

"She pushed forward a pair of children: 'I don't know, I still have sons and daughters, sons and daughters don't know, and grandchildren and grandchildren!'"

……

After saying something, Lu Xingbang did not respond for a long time. Song Huanxi looked up suspiciously, but met a pair of burning black eyes——

"very good--"

"The continuation is very good."

The man's voice was soft, with an unprecedented gentleness, "Okay, you go home!"

Only then did Song Huanxi realize belatedly that the two of them stopped at the boundary between the alternating light and dark of the street lamps for an unknown how long.

She only needs one step to step into the light, but it is rare for her to hesitate.

In the end, Song Huanxi is just a young girl who bears the burden of the whole family, but rarely has the opportunity to communicate with others.

Lu Xingbang is really a good listener.

Song Huanxi said softly, "Thank you for listening to me."

Lu Xingbang smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the darkness: "It would be nice to have more chatter like this."

He deliberately sighed: "After all, Mr. Xiao hasn't changed other people's articles recently!"

Song Huanxi was ashamed and embarrassed, and fled directly.

After walking briskly for half a street, she stopped and looked behind if she felt something, only to see behind the tall man, the street lamps were turned on one after another, as if the light was chasing the black figure.

Song Huanxi vaguely understood why the street lights happened to go out twice in a row.

It turned out that Lu Xingbang had been carefully protecting her.

The unknown joy dilutes the exhaustion of the day, and Song Huanxi's footsteps become lighter again.

When we got home, the second sister was sitting at the table, nodding her head, she was so sleepy that she tried to open her eyes: "I put Wenzai to sleep, how about it, can I sell snacks tomorrow?"

Seeing that she was so sleepy, Song Huanxi knew that Ayun couldn't remember what she said, so she simply sent her to sleep first, and said something tomorrow morning.

She did not go to bed immediately after washing up briefly, but moved the chair and came to the bookshelf again.

The top shelf of the bookshelf is the ancestral manuscript, and a pile of legal classics.

The second layer is much more interesting.

She was expressly forbidden by her father not to read it.

When her father was alive, Song Huanxi was still a little curious, but unfortunately her father stared at him dead, she had no chance to do anything, and when her father was gone, she was busy making up for the family.

Unexpectedly, it was the first time she touched the books on the second floor until she was over eighteen.

When Song Huanxi was in class during the day, when he heard the name of the border town, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Thinking about it later, maybe it was on the second shelf.

(End of this chapter)