Naturally, many people come to the Sanqi Teahouse to have tea, but if a nearby household has a happy event, it is inevitable that they will also come to the Sanqi Teahouse to buy wedding candies. The candies in Sanqi Teahouse are not like the ones in candy shops. They are all made in the same mold. If you want to buy one, you have to tell Chef Ying in advance. The candies in Sanqi Teahouse are all freshly boiled.
The syrup with the fragrance of flowers spreads all over the street, and people on the street know that it won't be long before another happy event is approaching.
Ji Liyou rolled the candy into his mouth, and Dr. Tea quickly snatched it from his hand, "I've already eaten more than ten pieces. If I eat more, I won't be able to eat for a whole day."
Master Ying nodded and waved the big spoon in the air half a circle, making a show of being a grown-up.
Ji Liyou cursed, "I am the shopkeeper, you are going to turn the world upside down!" But he put down the candy in his hand obediently.
He went back upstairs, his throat was no longer sore, but now he felt uncomfortable. After drinking a cup of tea, he put his tongue on the roof of his mouth and licked it, only to realize that a candy bar had pierced his mouth, and the smell of blood filled his mouth slightly.
"What bad luck," he whispered to himself.
Hearing the noise of the crowd outside the window, I wondered what was going on. I looked out the window curiously and saw that a group of people had just walked not far and knocked over the red persimmons on the street. The small lanterns were broken and fell miserably to the ground one by one.
While he was watching, someone suddenly called the young shopkeeper downstairs of the teahouse.
Hearing Master Ying's voice, he withdrew his eyes from the chaotic long street and threw all these things behind him.
"coming!"
The boy in the Sanqi Tea House has returned to his hometown these days, so there is one man missing. Ji Liyou is busy.
After morning tea, the storyteller stretched and met Ji Liyou on the stairs, "I got up quite early."
Ji Li said worriedly, "I got up two hours earlier than you, how can I not be earlier?"
"Young shopkeeper!"
"Here we come..." He was weak and walked past him holding a bag of brown sugar powder.
The voice of the storyteller came from behind, "A friend is coming from afar, please remember to say hello."
Ji Liyou didn't understand what he meant.
"What riddles are you playing?"
He waved his hand, "Go quickly. If you're late, Master Ying will show you the color."
In the afternoon, there were fewer and fewer people in the teahouse, with only five or six guests. Ji Liyou pointed upstairs, as he was about to take a nap.
A guest came to the teahouse. Everyone knew him. He was Cen Ziyou, a well-known Baixiaosheng in Jiuyi City.
Many of the guests at Sanqi Teahouse know each other. If a visitor comes from afar, they will look at each other and guess where the stranger is coming from. There are not many regular guests like Cen Ziyou who don't know him.
As soon as he sat down, people on the left and right gathered around him.
"Why are you so tired, Mr. Cen?"
"What kind of ghosts and monsters have you encountered again, and Brother Cen can't handle it?"
There was a lot of chatter, and Sanqi Teahouse suddenly became lively.
Seeing this, Dr. Tea brought some refreshments from the backyard, "The tea Mr. Cen asked for has not been brewed yet. Let's eat something first and joke with everyone."
Most of the drunkards chatter non-stop after drinking. Cen Ziyou is different from them. He drinks tea just like drinking wine and opens up the chatter box.
After drinking one cup, I asked for another.
"Cen has not been busy with anything, but... today is a little troublesome..."
Everyone wanted to hear what lies he told, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen.
It turns out that what he was talking about was the excitement of Lan Street today.
I heard that a nobleman from Liangzhu City came here.
The teahouse was busy, and Ji Liyou didn't pay attention to what they said, just sitting behind the counter and taking a nap.
Thinking that it was not good for the shopkeeper to fall asleep in front of these customers, Ji Liyou hurriedly shook his head and cheered up.
In a daze, I picked up the tea on the table and suddenly saw a figure on the water in the cup.
He suspected that he had seen it wrong, and when he opened his eyes wide, the figure on the water did not disappear.
It seemed like a man drew his bow to full capacity and shot a woman in the back without mercy.
"No!" Just when the arrow was about to hit the woman, Ji Liyou suddenly threw the tea cup away.
The people in the teahouse were attracted by the sound of breaking cups and turned around.
Ji Liyou broke into a thick cold sweat on his back and said with a wry smile, "Hey, I didn't hold the teacup firmly and disturbed you all. I'm sorry."
He felt that he hadn't slept well recently. Whenever he closed his eyes, those two women were there. He was tormented by them and went crazy. Thinking carefully, he had failed many women in his previous life, and they came to settle accounts with him in this life. .
Ji Liyou sighed, "We have all entered reincarnation, so please let me go."
He didn't tell the storyteller that he had been having strange dreams recently, which seemed to have started since he came back from the hotel. The weird guy gave him a bowl of rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice. He took a few bites, and the smell of alcohol in the bowl almost made him breathless. At night, the smell of alcohol turned into a vague earthy smell, the smell of dust splashed after rain, and the smell of spring water surging under the soil.
The two women in the dream spoke softly and familiarly.
He always felt as if he had seen them somewhere, and they seemed like people he once loved deeply.
But is it possible for one person to fall in love with two women
He shook his head, "I'm too carefree, and I have random thoughts in my head every day."
It was not just the two women who came with them, but also their bloody faces, the blood and tears shed by someone in the dream, and even a roar that almost shook the sky. He had never heard such desperate crying. In the dream, he was floating. Next to two women.
They led him backwards, as if to accuse him of the sins he had committed.
One by one, they pushed him into each door.
The road he took was extremely dark, with only the road under their feet emitting a faint blue light. Ji Li was worried about the fact that he was dead in his dream.
The road he took was very long, with no end in sight, but there were countless doors and windows along the way.
Some windows were even lit up, and he could hear a family talking and laughing in the windows.
But just when Ji Liyou relaxed and lowered his head to sigh, he saw every inch of bones beneath his feet.
He was too scared.
So he struggled and called for help, but no one heard him, as if he was speechless and mute.
In the dream, he stepped on someone's severed fingertip, his foot slipped, and his face was buried in the pile of dead people.
He felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by the stench of rotting flesh. He stretched out his hand to ask someone to help him. He waited for a long time, but no one came to save him in his dream.
And when he woke up, the Storyteller was usually not far from him.
He asked him what he had dreamed about.
Ji Liyou just said that the dream was too messy and complicated to remember.
He couldn't explain why, he didn't want to tell him, and even when he first woke up, the fear in his heart would be even greater when he saw him.
He wiped the sweat off his face and said, "If you want to say something, there's no need to hide it."
Ji Li said with a sad smile, "I always dream about women, all kinds of beauties, all of whom want to marry me. I thought if I marry seven or eight, I won't have much to live for in the rest of my life..."
Sure enough, the storyteller's fan has fallen.
"Didn't you tell me not to be secretive?"
The storyteller stood up and smoothed his sleeves, "From now on, just cover up your dreams like this."
After that, he left.
Ji Liyou continued, "Then you still ask me."
The purple misty rain had already flown in front of him, and suddenly stopped an inch away from the tip of his nose, just to scare him.
(End of chapter)