He couldn't figure him out. He had never been able to figure him out. He never said anything about falling in love with him, and he never looked at him twice. In his eyes, there was no difference between him and other people in the teahouse. He also always liked to call him stupid. You can't even do this. Your surname is Ji, you can't hold the sword firmly, and your life is at stake... These are the things he has heard since he was a child. Master Ying said that the older he gets, the more he resembles the storyteller he once was.
Ji Liyou said at that time, "Of course I look like him, and I was brought up by him."
The first time he knew that the storyteller was a god was when he was very young. The myna his father bought for him died of illness. He cried for a long time and his father promised to buy him an identical one. But Ji Liyou knew that if he died, he would die. , no matter how identical it is, it is no longer the same myna.
He wrapped myna in a veil, walked up to him in the afternoon, squatted in front of him and said, "Blow."
Ji Liyou kept crying for his myna, "I don't want to talk to you today, my myna is dead."
The storyteller smiled and said, "Blow in."
He blew impatiently.
The starling in the veil flapped its wings and circled around the house in an instant, knocking over the lantern at the door.
"Oh my god!" Xiao Liyou asked, "How did you do it?"
He said, "I didn't save it, it was you."
But a few days later, a small tabby cat near the teahouse died. Ji Liyou had fed it the leftover meat.
Ordinary children would not associate these two things together, but Ji Liyouhui knew that there must be gains and losses, and that everything has a balance point, and it is normal to have ups and downs.
He asked the storyteller, "Did you kill the cat?"
The storyteller shook his head, "You killed it."
"How could it be me? How could it be..." He calmed down for a moment and understood what he said for the first time.
He said it was you who saved it, and he said it was you who killed it.
Later, Ji Liyou stopped forcing him. The storyteller didn't tell him any big principles about life and death. He just used his actions to make him understand the truth that other children could not understand.
Even when his father died, he did not ask the storyteller to save his father.
Ji Liyou understood that if his father failed to pass this test this time, it would be his father's fate. He forced the change, and this time he would also pay a price. If it was his life, it would be at the cost of his life.
That year he asked the storyteller, can I die for my father? The storyteller didn't even look at him, but flipped through the yellowed pages on the shelf, "How can you be sure that it was you who died and not me or someone else?"
Ji Liyou is not that selfish. He knows that his father will not let him do this. Trading life for life will not work after all.
People in the teahouse said that he looked very similar to his grandfather and father, but according to the storyteller, he looked nothing like his grandfather and father.
Grandfather and father, how many years had they served him? Ji Li is worried and doesn't know.
Ji Liyou didn't know how many hundreds of years he had been hovering around the Ji family.
When he was a child, every time he came to the Sanqi Tea House, his father would have his room prepared in advance. His servants were not allowed in until his room was cleaned. His father also did things like cleaning the house himself. On the days when he came to write a book, his father would greet the guests in advance. Zhongnan was placed in a nursing home at home, and he wanted to ensure his safety.
There were no women around my father, never.
Not even in the mansion. In the past, when Ji's mansion was still there, only my father and he and some servants served at home. There was no mistress in the home.
After his mother died, he did not renew his house.
"Where's grandpa?"
"Huh?" He said casually.
"Let me ask you, how is your grandfather?"
"Ji Fuwei?"
"Do I still have several grandfathers?" Ji Liyou asked helplessly.
"Not sure."
The back and forth was unclear.
"Old man Wen, how many years have you been in our family?"
"Probably, more than ninety years."
Ji Li was worried and speechless.
After a long while, he turned over and turned his back to him and said, "My father and my grandfather are the same as me?" They were all obsessed with you, so he didn't say this part of the sentence after all.
He smiled and said, "What's the same as you?"
Ji Liyou said nothing.
The storyteller said, "Ji Fuwei just did a business with me. He and I are friends, but we are not close friends."
"Where's father?"
"Your father has served me for many years only because of the agreement between Ji Fuwei and me. He has nothing to do with me."
"Who knows if you are lying."
"No lie."
"Have you met my mother?"
The storyteller nodded.
"Why doesn't father ever mention her?"
"That's between your father and her, how should I know?"
Ji Liyou was about to continue when he heard Wei Lang's voice outside the door.
"Brother Ji, how are you? I've asked a doctor downstairs. If you wake up, just call me and I'll have someone come in to treat you."
(End of chapter)