In one go

Five years later

It was another warm spring season, and the new emperor had just ascended the throne not long ago. Although the previous battle for the throne had upset most of the country, as soon as the situation stabilized, people calmed down and tried their best to find something happy for themselves.

So the owner of Qingfeng Restaurant also took this opportunity to invite a well-known storyteller, firstly to entertain the guests, and secondly, to bring some popularity and laughter to the restaurant.

No, within a few days, the restaurant, which was still so cold, burst into laughter from time to time, not only attracting passing guests, but even the always grumpy boss had a smile on his face, and he listened to all the stories with relish , unconsciously patted the table: "Xiaoer, please bring that storyteller over here!"

After a while, the storyteller with a gray beard came over with his tall and thin apprentice, with a little confusion in his eyes: "May I ask what's the matter?"

The boss cupped his hands at him: "I am the owner of the restaurant. After listening to Mr.'s story these few days, I just feel refreshed and the anger in my heart has calmed down a lot, so I want to discuss it with him."

"Please say."

"I would like to invite my husband to stay in the small shop, and only tell stories in the small shop every day, so as to increase the popularity of the small shop."

The storyteller hesitated a bit: "This..."

The boss immediately offered another condition: "As long as the husband is willing, the remuneration is not a problem. If you get tired occasionally, it's okay to take a rest for three to five days."

However, the storyteller thought for a while, but turned to ask the person beside him: "Hang Shu, what do you think?"

The boss couldn't help wondering, could it be that "the master listens to the apprentice" has become popular these days?

The young man nodded indifferently to the storyteller, only then did the storyteller turn his head and let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Since that's the case, please ask the boss to make a written statement."

The boss was naturally overjoyed, and hurriedly asked someone to get a pen and paper. While waiting, he unconsciously looked at the young man who had been standing behind the storyteller.

He kept his head down all the time, with his hands neatly placed in front of him, the rough linen clothes hanging empty on his body, paired with off-white material and indigo cloth shoes. A servant in a wealthy family.

It was really curious, and the boss couldn't help insinuating: "Since we have signed this contract, we have become half friends. I see that you attach great importance to this young man, and he must be a good hand. Why don't you introduce me?"

As soon as he spoke, the storyteller smiled awkwardly at the man: "Hangshu, look..."

Hang Shu sighed softly in his heart, raised his head and lowered his eyes: "I am a closed disciple that Mr. Jiang accepted a few months ago, and the master trusts me, so he entrusts many important decisions to me."

It turned out to be the case, the boss nodded in relief, and inadvertently glanced at Hang Shu's face, and just this one glance, he immediately froze in place.

This person...why does he look so similar to the boss of the Wang family who was wiped out five years ago? !

"You...what's your name?" The boss frowned all of a sudden, and ordered: "Say it again?!"

Hang Shu raised his eyebrows: "Under the Hang Shu, Mu Kang Hang, the double-fold book."

Hang Shu—the boss looked at him again, and his hanging heart finally fell slightly.

Although the person in front of him looks very similar to the famous Wang Hang, but judging by his scrawny appearance, he can't be connected with the round and round Boss Wang. Over the years, even if Wang Hang is still alive in this world, he should have prepared everything and is thinking about making a comeback. How can he be so unambitious and willing to be a little storyteller?

Thinking of this, he didn't get too entangled with the young man, and after signing the contract openly, he sent the two of them away.

But he would never have guessed that this frail-looking man was none other than the famous master of the Wang family back then——Wang Hang.

Five years ago, when he woke up, he found himself thrown in a ruined temple, with only a letter and a few taels of silver beside him.The letter repeatedly explained, let him stay away from disputes, the farther the better.He couldn't guess whether this move was ordered by Shu Jinxing, but such an ending was what he had hoped for.

After going through so many things, he had already thrown thousands of miles away to rebuild the family business. As for revenge...he shook his head to himself. In the past few months, even if all of Shu Jinxing's actions were purposeful, But the usual bit by bit and meticulous care, whether it is acting or sincere.It was enough to complicate the hatred in Wang Hang's heart.

After all, Zhou Ye didn't die, and what Shu Jinxing destroyed was only the most insignificant possessions outside his body.As for those who were accidentally involved in this battle and died tragically, Wang Hang couldn't even remember their names, so why is there any sadness?

From the beginning to the end, happiness or pain has really become Wang Hang's own business.

It was him who betrayed Shang Jin, he was the one who disregarded his life, and he fell in love with someone he couldn't love...it was also him.Now that all of this is free from the shackles of other people's names, Wang Hang has no interest, and there is no need to do anything for himself and Shu Jinxing.

Now I just have this opportunity to be free from all right and wrong, of course I wish for it.

And just when he found out that he was in Suzhou, not far from the south of the Yangtze River, and was about to rely on the broken silver to go far away, the sudden serious illness not only stopped him, but also spent all the money he had on him, and even almost took his life.

Fortunately, the storyteller next to the medical hall saw that he was pitiful, so he spent most of his savings to barely save his life.

Wang Hang simply gave up the idea of ​​going away. After recovering from his illness, he helped the storyteller write some manuscripts and gave him some means of running the paving.Sure enough, under Wang Hang's guidance, the place that few people visited gradually gained some regular audiences. People told the writer's exquisite stories and superb skills by word of mouth, and even the restaurants all over the world were very fond of this place. The storyteller has a little impression.Only then did the old man believe in Wang Hang's ability, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he regarded him as a god-man.

In this way, Wang Hang lived in the old man's house under the pseudonym Hang Shu in the spirit of "repaying his kindness". There are always a few stories that make people laugh.

What's more, the root cause of the disease five years ago caused Wang Hang to lose weight quickly in addition to the pain. His sunken eye sockets and shriveled chest did not bear any resemblance to himself back then.

So Wang Hang lived here. In Suzhou, which is not too far away from the capital, he witnessed the war between King Yu and the prince, witnessed Liu Sheng's strategizing, and witnessed the coming of another dynasty.

But he has no way to know any news about Shu Jinxing. This place has always been peaceful. Except for the merchants who come and go for trade, there are no people from the Jianghu. Therefore, there has never been a chapter of "Jianghu" in the storyteller's story.

The one who is most dissatisfied with this is a half-old child.

It was one month after signing the contract at Qingfeng Restaurant. When the old man was resting, Wang Hang was adding water to his cup with a teapot.A child rushed to the table, staring at Wang Hang and the old man back and forth with a pair of dark eyes, before speaking for a long time: "Grandpa, why don't you tell stories about Jianghu?"