Chapter 1085

As time goes by, it has been 30 years since Sun De's story about Luo and Gu ends.

For 30 years, it is basically half of a mortal's life. There can be too many changes and too many transitions. For this small county, although a batch of children were born, grew up, married and had children.

But there are also groups of people who are declining, frustrated, old and dying.

But what remains unchanged is the county itself, whether it's the buildings, the city walls, or the Yamen courtyard, and... The teahouse in those days.

It's still the same as it used to be, even if it's damaged, but on the whole, it doesn't seem to have changed much. It's just that some broken tiles are missing from the houses, some bricks and stones are missing from the walls, some plaques are missing from the Yamen courtyard, and... There are fewer storytellers in the teahouse.

But in this county, there are more people and things, more shops, more towers on the city wall, more face drums in the Yamen courtyard, more servants in the teahouse, and... Under the Dongcheng bridge, more beggars.

The beggar has white hair, dirty clothes, and his hands are like dirt on his skin. Half leaning against the wall behind him, there is a broken wooden table in front of him, with a black board on it. At the moment, the old beggar is looking at the sky, as if in a daze. His eyes are turbid, as if he is going blind, and his whole body is dirty, but his wrinkled face... Is very clean, very clean.

It seems that this is his only respectability.

It's just that this clean face is out of tune with other beggars around, and it's also out of harmony with the crowd and bustling voice around.

He didn't seem to care. After a while, in the dark clouds in the sky, the old beggar's throat made a cooing sound, like laughing or crying, lowered his head, picked up the black wood on the table, put it towards the table, and made the crisp sound of that year.

"Last time, it was said that before the destruction of the vast Taoist realm, before 90 million immeasurable robbers, outside the dark yellow of this heaven and earth, in the depths of the endless and strange distant starry sky, two powerful people who had existed at the beginning of the primitive era competed for the immortal position!"

"But seeing the great power of Luo, he raised his right hand, grabbed the way of heaven and was about to crush it..."

"But Gu is better. He turned around and reversed the time..." the old beggar's voice was cadenced, and he shook his head, as if he were immersed in the story, as if in his dark eyes, what he saw was not the crowd passing in a hurry, but those crazy eyes in the teahouse in those days.

Even though his opening caused the dissatisfaction of other beggars around, he still knocked on the table with the black board in his hand, shook his head and continued to talk.

"Old man, you've been telling this story for thirty years. Can you change it?"

"Sun, shut up quickly and disturb my dream. Are you sorry to beat me again!" The voice of dissatisfaction became stronger and stronger. Finally, a fierce looking middle-aged beggar came forward, grabbed the old beggar's clothes, and glared ferociously at him.

"Old sun tou, you thought you were Mr. Sun at the beginning. I warn you, if you disturb my dream again, this place... You move out!"

Although the old beggar's eyes were dim, he stared at the middle-aged beggar holding his collar angrily.

"Bold, I'm Mr. Sun, I'm Ju Ren, I'm famous all over the world, I..."

"You madman!" The middle-aged beggar raised his right hand and was about to slap him, when a low cry came from the distance.

"Stop!"

As the sound came, I saw an old man holding a five - or six-year-old boy walking slowly by the overpass.

Seeing the old man coming, the middle-aged beggar quickly let go, and the ferocity on his face turned into flattery and flattery, and hurriedly opened his mouth.

"It's member Zhou. I'll say hello to you."

"Step back." That week, the member frowned, took out some copper coins from his arms and threw them away. The middle-aged beggar quickly picked them up, smiled more flatteringly and hurriedly stepped back.

Ignoring each other, this week, with emotion and complexity in his eyes, the member looked at the old beggar who continued to sit there after finishing his clothes at the moment, and raised his hand to knock the black board on the table again.

"Mr. Sun, if you have time, please say another paragraph. I want to listen again to the period of 90 million immeasurable robbers in the robusta Bureau and the final war with Cuba." Member Zhou spoke softly outside.

The old beggar rolled his eyelids, scanned the outside of member Zhou, looked at him, and smiled faintly.

"It's a waiter, is everyone here?"

Zhou Yuanwai laughed when he heard Yan Yan, as if trapped in memories, and spoke after a while.

"Mr. Sun, everyone is here, just waiting for you." With that, he put down the curious child in his arms and came forward to wipe the table with his sleeve.

The old beggar immediately smiled proudly, picked up the black board, knocked on the table, and made a snap.

"Last time I said..." the voice of the old beggar echoed in the hustle and bustle of people, as if it took him back to the year, and the Zhou member opposite him seemed to be like this. They said one by one and listened to the other. Until dusk, as the old beggar fell asleep, Zhou member took a deep breath, looked at the gloomy sky, took off his coat and covered the old beggar, then bowed deeply, left some silver money and left with the little boy.

From a distance, you can hear the curious voice of the little boy.

"Grandpa, who is that old beggar?"

"He is Mr. Sun. At the beginning, Grandpa was still working as a waiter in the teahouse. He is the most admired gentleman."

"But why is he here? Won't he go home?"

"Mr. Sun's dream is to walk through thousands of mountains and rivers and see Li Min's life. Maybe he is tired, so he has a rest here." The old man's sigh blended with the little boy's crisp voice, and went farther and farther.

He couldn't see it. Behind him, he looked like a sleeping old beggar. At the moment, his body was shaking. In his closed eyes, tears couldn't be sealed. On his decent face, they flowed down. With the drops of tears, the gloomy sky also came heavy thunder, and drops of cold rain also fell on the world.

The rain drops were very cold, which made the old beggar slowly open his dark eyes in shivering. He picked up the black board on the table and gently stroked it in his hand. It was the only thing that accompanied him from beginning to end.

Touching the black wood, the old beggar looked up at the sky. He remembered the rain at the end of the story.

The rain thirty years ago was cold and warm. Like fate, after Gu yuluo's story was finished, he had no dreams, and the stories he created about demons, demons, eternity, and demigods and immortals were not wonderful enough. From the beginning, everyone expected nothing, until they were full of impatience, and finally no one cared.

He tried many versions and failed without exception. The failure of storytelling also made him more humble at home. The dissatisfaction of his father-in-law and the contempt and disgust of his wife made him bitter. At the same time, he could only hope on the imperial examination.

But... He still failed.

After repeated blows, sun de has reached a dead end. Helpless, he can only tell the story about Gu He Xian again, which makes him recover his original life in a short time. But as days pass by, seven years later, what a wonderful story can't overcome repetition. Gradually, when everyone has heard it and more people imitate it elsewhere, sun De's road is broken.

He had no source of income, and gradually lost his fame and dignity. At this time, his wife, after countless times of disgust, fell in love with others in front of him, and even when he was angry, directly ended his marriage with him and remarried with the support of his former father-in-law.

And sun De, who also suffered from cheating at the beginning, was beaten violently, broke his legs and threw out of the house. That day, it was raining, as cold as before.

He lost his family, his career, his dignity, everything, and his legs. He was crying in the rain. Finally, he couldn't bear such a blow. He was crazy.

In other words, he had to be crazy, because how high his fame was when he was the most popular at the beginning, so how big the loss is now after having nothing. This gap is not affordable for ordinary people.

Crazy, he lived on the alms of former listeners who occasionally lamented their memories. Gradually, he became a beggar who lived in his own world and still talked about books.

Many times, he thought he was going to die, but he seemed unwilling. He struggled to live, even if... There was only a black board with him.

At the moment, he stroked the black wood, and sun de looked at the rain. He felt that it seemed colder than usual today, as if the whole world was left to him. Everything in his eyes also became blurred. It seemed that he heard many voices and saw many figures.

"Mr. Sun, let's have a paragraph."

"Yes, Mr. Sun, we all feel itchy when we hear it. Don't show off."

"Mr. Sun, our Mr. Sun, you made us wait, but it was worth it!"

Listening to the voices around and looking at the enthusiastic figures, sun de smiled, but his smile was slowly turning into eternity with the cooling of his body.

But at this time... He suddenly saw two figures in the crowd, especially clear. It was a middle-aged man with white hair. His eyes seemed sad, and there was a little girl in red beside him. Although the child was happy in clothes, his face was pale, and his figure was a little illusory, which seemed to disappear at any time.

The two of them sat there, staring at themselves.

"Please save my daughter, master. Mr. Wang is willing to pay all the price for this!" When sun de looked, the white haired middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply to sun De.