The seat of rebirth is sick

After more than half a year, a very famous storyteller appeared in the capital, who made a monthly income of one million by speaking in Jufulou every day.

It’s just that the words spoken by this gentleman are different from those of others. Others tell sweet love stories between poor scholars and ladies.Fortunately, now that the folk customs are open, it even brought out a small number of fans, and even millions of fans later.

Shen Jingbing picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and moistened her dry throat.There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he forcibly suppressed a little joy in his heart.

Sure enough, the culture of Amway's corrupt circle is more direct and faster in this way.

This year, relying on the storytelling skills he learned from various apps, he has become popular in the capital. He wrote the book himself, and even gained a lot of fans. He sells paintings and novels on weekdays Occasionally, an opera troupe asked me to write operas. They still had more than enough food and clothing, so they bought a modest house in the west of the city, and tasted the sweetness of those former big names in the literary circle quite contentedly.

Not long ago, the emperor—that is, the immortal Emperor Zhao—called himself into the palace to give a lecture, and now his title of "the first storyteller in the capital" is as if it has been plated with gold. Yes, it is radiant and can blind people's eyes with 24K pure gold.

Ah... this is the life of a boss, just different from the others!

In the past half a year or so, I have heard about many acquaintances. For example, the wife of the suzerain of the family on Beishi Road gave birth to a big girl. Now counting, it is the full moon.In the past two days, I saw people coming and going from Beishi Road, and they were already buying full moon wine for their children.

Shen Jingbing thought, he probably wouldn't congratulate him as a guest, at most he would be invited to tell a story with gold and silver, after all, his friendship with the Lu family was based on "that person".

In the past six months, a six-world discussion has already passed. Looking at the changes in the atmosphere of the entire capital, he can roughly know when it will be.But he didn't expect that person to come to him or anything, just thinking that he was very close to him made him feel satisfied.

Yes, his thoughts on "old love" in the past six months have not faded at all, on the contrary, they have become more and more profound. Sometimes thinking about them makes him feel anxious.

Sometimes he will try to make himself think a little more, but it is useless as usual.

Forget it, just get used to it, no one hurts.Lin Yiyi's affairs can be slowed down, what's wrong with that?

"What will happen to Zhou Lang and his sweetheart this week? Let's listen to the next chapter to break it down." With the sound of the gavel, the lobby suddenly fell silent, and even the non-stop sound of cracking melon seeds stopped for a moment, and then there was a deafening sound. applause.

Let him enjoy this feeling of being a big boss for a while... I used to write web articles for seven or eight years, and it was always tepid; now that I am here, I am doing so well. It couldn't be better.

But how can he enjoy the idol halo of being Da Juju for so long, people have heard enough, and they leave one after another.He has already taken today's wages from the boss, so he will go to the market first to see if there are any leftover vegetables, and buy some to make do with at night when he returns home.

He packed up the things on the desk, and was about to turn around and step off the stage, when he glanced at him, his heart tightened.

Just now... did you see the Demon King?

He hurriedly glanced around under the podium again, except for a few scattered guests and a few cleaning boys, there was no one else.He couldn't find that gorgeous figure, he must have misread it.

After finally suppressing his beating heart, he turned around and continued walking, but he was confronted by a shadow.Seeing the person standing in front of him clearly for a moment, Shen Jingbing took two steps back, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, this routine is too fucking old.

Only then did he think that when he saw him, his heart was beating so hard that it was about to burst; but the real person stood in front of him and looked at his bewildered face, but his heart was not disturbed.

what should I do?say what? ?Should I turn around and leave, or should I greet him graciously and say "Long time no see"? ? ?

Well, the so-called calmness does not exist.

"Well, this guest officer, you... are blocking the way." Shen Jingbing foolishly smiled at the person in front of him, and the Demon King happened to be blocking the stairs on his way down.Although it is obvious that you can walk from the other side, but if you think about turning around and walking like this, it will make people feel that you are deliberately avoiding him, which seems a bit awkward.

But he still couldn't escape the extravagant desire deep in his heart, subconsciously, to have another word with that person.

The Demon King looked at Shen Jingbing, was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly forgot what he was going to do, so he just got out of the way and made way.

Shen Jingbing just left.When passing in front of the Demon King, his footsteps paused involuntarily, but he still walked forward step by step with a firm mind.

After all, real men never look back at explosions.In my heart, the devil behind me can bombard my heart at any time.

Unfortunately, he couldn't leave.

He looked down at his sleeve, and was pulled up by a corner, but he didn't need someone to hold down Newton's coffin board, and he didn't need to complain about why the devil always grabs someone's wrist domineeringly every time.

It seemed that the Demon King was cautious.

"Guest officer, what's the matter? What's the matter? If you didn't understand the lecturer today, you can buy the next one..."

"Mr. Shen, don't you want me...?"

Heart attack.

Okay, not only my heart exploded, but my whole body exploded.

It can only be said that this person who was supposed to sit on the throne and look down on all sentient beings is unexpectedly good at acting like a baby.

Shen Jingbing unconsciously took the devil to the market, weighed two taels of meat, got some leeks and dumpling wrappers, and led the devil back to his home in panic.

The house is not big, with a few necessary rooms and a small yard, which is just enough for him to live in, and it has continued his life style in the original world quite completely, with things piled up in a mess, so that it doesn't look dirty, but it's just for others. It's just a little inconvenient.

He didn't cook at first, he just cooked dried noodles, and he went to buy so many things today, he was a little confused about his routine, was he going to make dumplings?

Shen Jingbing was ashamed to bother a noble person like the Demon King to work, so she asked him to find a place to sit at will, and then started to work inside and out by herself.The Demon King didn't intervene to ask him anything, he just sat there drinking the tea brought by Shen Jingbing and looked at him.

In the days at the junction of summer and autumn, there are two days when it will be cool, and it will be dark and late. After Shen Jingbing has cleaned up, she simply moves a small table and sits in the courtyard, making dumplings.He can do these things, but he has never bothered to do them, and his skills are a little rusty.

Xia Feng flew over his small yard with a little warmth, picked up a few thin beanbags that Shen Jingbing hung on the hanger, and by the way touched his heart.

The demon king next to him didn't know when he came over, twisted a piece of dumpling wrapper with his fingers, squeezed it into a strange shape, and finally stacked a boat in a strange way.

"Mr. Shen, what are you doing here?" The devil probably guessed that it was food, but he had never seen it before in the devil world, so he couldn't help asking a few words.

"Dumplings." Shen Jingbing replied quite honestly, "I have never seen these things in your demon world, and it is not available in the human world at this time, but since I have a guest today, I will reluctantly pack a little bit, otherwise I will eat them as usual. I'm too lazy to do that."

Shen Jingbing didn't quite know what he was talking about, anyway, he said whatever came to his mind.He thought it was a bit strange. At the beginning, he left without saying goodbye. Judging from the routine when the two reunited, he should continue the routine now, arguing, questioning "Why did you leave", "Why didn't you come to me", and tears and nose The kind with a handful.

However, no.

The two of them just sat here quite peacefully, looking like an old couple, making dumplings here in quite harmony.

? ? ? ? ? ?

Shen Jingbing felt extremely terrified of her own thoughts, if she gains a little bit, is she going to make more gains?

He cleared his throat, watched the Demon King pick up a piece of dough, imitated himself, used chopsticks to pick a piece of stuffing the size of a finger, and put it in the middle of the dough. He was about to pinch it tightly, but Shen Jingbing said "no" to him. interrupted.

The devil raised his head in a daze, not knowing what he did wrong.

"Wrong, put more. It's just not enough to eat, and it's a waste of my dumpling wrapper." With a bit of impoliteness on her mouth, Shen Jingbing walked over, pinched the hands of the devil holding chopsticks, and picked enough from the bowl. measure, and then teach him how to knead the dough.

Shen Jingbing is really insensitive when he should be sensitive, and when he shouldn't be sensitive, his mental activities are so rich that he can torture people to death.

This series of actions controlled the demon king, and he realized what he was doing, and the interaction between the two suddenly became ambiguous in his eyes.Shen Jingbing hurriedly let go and retreated: "Look, it's okay...I mean, I'm offended, I'm sorry."

Rubbing the nose, the eyes are a little astringent.

The Demon King didn't speak, but just stared blankly at the ugly dumpling in his hand, which was covered in pink by the setting sun.Shen Jingbing sighed for a long time, although he was a bit unwilling, but he was the only one who was embarrassed.With a weak grip on the hand, there is still residual warmth from the devil's hand.Even in summer, his hands are cold.

To be honest, it was very familiar, and it reminded him a little bit.

Shen Jingbing couldn't deny it, she wanted it very much, she thought about it all the time, she missed him even more than she thought, it made her heart ache when she thought about it.

He couldn't understand that he might be more complicated than a woman, so he could only accept it lightly, and also accepted the fact that he really liked the man in front of him who was just like him.At this time, he was somewhat at ease with his thoughts.

Unknowingly, he had tightly wrapped the person in front of him in his arms, and what lingered on the tip of his nose was the faint fragrance of his body, which was the kind he used to light on the vernal equinox when he lived in Zhihua Palace.

As expected, he couldn't let go, and let himself see him again.

The vulgar "Long time no see" was stuck in his heart, and he couldn't say it.

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I listened to a song recently, and finally I can explain the title of my book by myself...【Bite the Handkerchief】

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