Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

Xu Liyun suddenly frowned, searching the crowd with her eyes, muttering to herself, "Hey, where's Zhang Mingyi? Why hasn't this guy come back yet? He's not in the store, and there's no sign of him around the stall."

As the college bell rang, the students gradually dispersed and the campus gate was about to close slowly. Xu Liyun became more and more anxious as her son Zhang Mingyi still hadn't shown up.

"Lao Zhang, have you seen Mingyi?"

She turned and asked her busy husband.

Zhang Laoer skillfully packed up the items on the stall and answered without looking up: "I didn't notice it. Maybe he went straight back to the store."

Xu Liyun's tone was filled with worry: "He didn't follow us when we left the store. I don't know where the kid ran off to, and he didn't even tell me in advance."

Zhang Wuya, who was standing by, saw her mother's worry and quickly comforted her: "Mom, let's go back to the store first. If Mingyi really went out to play, he would have told us in advance. Maybe he didn't want to disturb us because the business was too busy just now. Maybe he has already told Awang and Afu."

Zhang Laoer heard this and gently took Xu Liyun's hand and said gently, "Yiyi is right. Don't worry about it. You will know everything when you get home."

The group returned to Jinxiu Pavilion. Xu Liyun entered first and asked Afu and Awang, who were responsible for the daily management of the store, whether they had seen Zhang Mingyi.

Awang was busy sorting out the new clothes. When he heard Xu Liyun's question, he immediately put down his work and answered respectfully, "Madam, the young master came back not long after you and the old master left with the potatoes. When he found that you were not there, he told us a few words and said that he would not be home for dinner tonight. He was going to have a party at Jinman Restaurant with some classmates, so we didn't need to wait for him. He would go home later on his own."

"Having dinner with classmates? Which classmate is he so close to?"

After learning that his son was safe and sound, Zhang Laoer became curious about his son's social circle.

After all, an adult in his twenties can play with children in their teens. It shows that Zhang Mingyi still has a childlike mentality.

Seeing this, Xiao Youniang urged, "As long as everyone is safe, don't just stand there, everyone, hurry up and clean up."

Zhang Mingyi's daily life in college is not only studying hard, but also playing and joking with his good friend Tan Yulin.

Once, Tan Yulin actually skipped class, and later we learned that he secretly went to a teahouse to listen to stories.

In Zhang Mingyi's eyes, Tan Yulin is extremely smart, but occasionally does something unexpected.

"Brother Mingyi, if you have time, come with me to Qingting Teahouse and experience it. Then you will understand the charm of listening to books."

Tan Yulin gently waved the folding fan in his hand, with an inexplicable charm, and led Zhang Ming to the second floor of Jinman Restaurant to enjoy their dinner.

Zhang Mingyi understood Tan Yulin's invitation very well.

I remember that when I was in junior high school, I was obsessed with the world of novels. Even when I went to college, my love for words remained unabated.

In this era, listening to books is probably as fascinating as reading.

After the meal, the two rode in Tan Yulin’s luxurious carriage, drove all the way to the wealthy area, and finally stopped in front of a teahouse.

Zhang Ming looked around. He was not familiar with this area and had not expected that there were so many leisure and entertainment places hidden in this area.

Tan Yulin was obviously a regular customer here. When the waiter saw him, he addressed him affectionately as "Mr. Tan" and led them directly to the private room on the second floor.

Looking out from the window of the private room, one can have a panoramic view of the entire lobby, with a beautifully decorated stage in the center.

At this moment, the storyteller just came on stage, and with a light tap of the clapper in his hand, a crisp sound was made, which opened the prelude to the story.

"The last book said..."

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled gently in the air, accompanied by the storyteller's witty remarks that sounded like pearls falling on a jade plate. The entire hall was filled with applause and cheers from the audience.

As the applause died down, Tan Yulin took a sip of tea, smiled, and joked, "How is it? The atmosphere here is much more lively than the boring lectures of those old pedants in the academy."

"Well, it does have a unique flavor, but I prefer stories that depict fantasy wonderlands, or those with suspenseful and gripping plots."

The friend sitting next to him responded, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and yearning for the unknown world.

"Oh, really? Now that you mention it, I am really curious."

There was a gleam in Tan Yulin's eyes, and he was very interested in the fantasy and suspense described by Zhang Ming.

The last ray of sunset in the sky has gradually sunk, and the afterglow is sprinkled on the ancient streets and alleys, covering the ancient city with a layer of soft golden gauze.

"Brother Yulin, it's getting late. I have to go home so that the elders at home won't be worried and unable to sleep at night."

There was a hint of helplessness in Zhang Mingyi's words, but he politely declined Tan Yulin's repeated enthusiastic requests to stay.

"In that case, I will not force you to stay. But tomorrow, you must not forget to share those little-known secret stories with me."

Although Tan Yulin looked regretful, there was a gleam of expectation in his eyes.

"Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow."

Zhang Ming agreed with a smile, and had already begun to think about how to use the bizarre and fantasy colors of "Journey to the West" that transcend time and space to weave an irresistible story world for Tan Yulin.

After all, although the local customs and culture here are interesting, they can hardly match the classic charm that spans ancient and modern times, China and abroad.

When Zhang Mingyi stepped onto the stone road leading to Jinxiu Pavilion again, Tan Yulin simply gave a few instructions to his servants, then turned and walked towards the Jinman Restaurant where the lights were dim.

The night is deep and there are few pedestrians. The way home seems particularly long in the silence, as if it has become the most reluctant burden in my heart.

In front of Jinxiu Pavilion, Xiao Youniang stood by the door with her arms around her soft body. With a mixture of curiosity and reproach in her eyes, she asked her brother who had just returned, "Brother, where did you go all night? The family was so worried."

"It was just dinner with Brother Yu Lin. I didn't do anything naughty. Don't worry."

Zhang Ming answered lightly, then strode towards his room, leaving Xiao Youniang alone at the door with a frown on her face.

The little girl was unwilling to be ignored, so she turned to the book boy Wang Mobao and tried to get the truth from him: "Mobao, what did Brother Mingyi do today?"

"Second Miss, the young master had a very pleasant conversation with Mr. Tan after dinner, so he returned a little late. I don't know the specific details, but the young master must have his own unique way of doing things."

Although Wang Mobao was confused, his trust in his master made him speak firmly.

"Yeah…"

After Wang Mobao left, Xiao Youniang stood alone in the moonlight, her brows furrowed, with doubts still in her heart.