"Li Xunhuan walked in a daze, looked up suddenly, and had already reached the downstairs again.

The lights on the small building are very soft, and it seems to be no different from ten years ago. Even the snow on the window frame is as white and cute as ten years ago.

But ten years have passed after all.

No one can catch this long ten years.

Li Xunhuan hesitated, and really didn't have the courage to step onto this small building.

But he had to go up.

No matter why she looked for him, he had no reason to refuse.

Li Xunhuan was stunned as soon as he stepped onto the small building.

The long ten years seemed to disappear in this moment. He seemed to have returned to ten years ago. Looking at the hanging bead curtain, his heart suddenly jumped up quickly, jumping like a boy who was falling in his first love - the tenderness of ten years ago, the old dream of ten years ago."

Yingying's voice was low and charming, and it was extremely inspiring. After a few words, the audience's thoughts were brought to the "Fragrant Building" full of snow all over the sky.

In front of people, there seems to be a prodigal son with a vicissitudes of face struggling in front of the small building with a glimmer of light from the window. The faint light was squeezed by the snow outside the window, which made people suffocate. A person was sitting quietly in the window, and the years reflected her resentful figure on the cold window. At this time, this scene, this snow, this person formed a sad and beautiful picture between the world, which made people heartbreak.

The audience, both men and women, were sighing for Li Xunhuan at this moment, and were nervous about the meeting that the male and female protagonists were about to usher in.

Where can I find such a man? The emergence of the passionate swordsman Wushu Sword undoubtedly set a yardstick for men in the hearts of women in the Tang Dynasty. Although this is an era when men are superior to women, every woman has a seed in her mind that can be favored by men throughout her life, and this seed has begun to take root and sprout after the appearance of Li Xunhuan.

Although it only sprouts, although the seedlings are so weak, it has laid a solid foundation for gender equality a thousand three hundred years later.

You said how charming the passionate swordsman Wuxu Sword can be in the Tang Dynasty!

The shadows who devoted themselves to the world of martial arts novels did not know that at this time, in a room upstairs, an old couple had already burst into tears and hugged each other and cried.

“...

Li Xunhuan even stopped breathing, drank the wine in front of her and murmured, "Yes, I'm a hopeless prodigal son. If I go to Lin Xian'er, I will harm her."

Lin Shiyin said, have you promised me?

Li Xunhuan gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you know that I have always liked to harm people?"

Suddenly, one hand stretched out and tightly pulled the bead curtain.

This hand is so gentle and beautiful, but because it is held too tightly, light green tendons appear on the back of the white jade-like hand. The bead curtain is broken and the beads fall to the ground, like a string of piano sounds.

Li Xunhuan looked at the hand, stood up slowly, said slowly, saying goodbye.

Lin Shiyin held her hands tightly and said in a trembling voice: Since you are gone, why are you coming back? We were living a very peaceful life, why are you - why are you here to disturb us again?

Li Xunhuan's mouth was tightly closed, but the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching constantly─--

Lin Shiyin suddenly whispered from the curtain: It’s not enough for you to harm my child? Do you want to harm her?

......

Li Xunhuan did not look back.”

"Everyone, the speech of the sentimental swordsman Wushou sword is over today. Please take your seat on time tomorrow."

Zhou Xiaomo said as he picked up a bouquet of beautiful flowers and walked onto the stage.

Yingying's eyes flashed with tears. At this time, if it weren't for the countless people cheering in the audience, she would have hugged Brother Big, crying happily in his arms.

She succeeded!

All of this is thanks to the childish big boy in front of him, if she can, she is willing to give everything for him.

Zhou Xiaomo handed Yingying a face towel, then turned his face to all the listeners and said, "Today, the passionate swordsman Wuqingjian said here, please forgive me, after all, storytelling is a very hard thing. In order for everyone to listen to the book happily, the efforts of Ying Shaoxia is huge."

Many people in the audience stopped doing it and said that they had only talked a few chapters, which was not satisfying at all! Mr. Zhou, Mr. Ying, let’s have another chapter! Just one chapter...

"What Mr. Zhou said is so great! Don't make things difficult for Mr. Ying!" Yao Shang stood up and said to everyone, "It's so hot, I'll wait to drink tea and listen to books in the audience. Mr. Ying stood and talked about it. It's extremely difficult."

"What Mr. Yao said is extremely true!" Zhou Xiaomo clasped his fists and thanked everyone in the audience. "As the saying goes, one minute on the stage, ten years of hard work off the stage. If you want to say this passionate swordsman Wushen, the first thing is to spend a lot of time remembering the story. Everyone, this is really not easy!"

One minute on the stage? What the hell is one minute?

Everyone was puzzled, but no one asked. Mr. Zhou would occasionally say a few inexplicable words. Everyone got used to it. They couldn't ask every word!

Qi Weiyuan stood up at the right time and said, "What Mr. Yao said is reasonable! Not to mention remembering such a long story, just remembering the names of the people in the story, probably few of them here can do it. It is already a strange person to be able to speak several chapters in a row for one or two hours."

Zhou Xiaomo lit a cigarette, took a few sips, and waved his hand and several servants holding Marlboro cigarettes walked out. He was very cool in smoking and said, "Now, we will invite guests who have not drunk beer or eaten roast duck to stand up. Later, we will ask the staff to send you a fairy grass. Starting tomorrow, as long as you come to my building to listen to the book, there will be a free fairy grass supply. Everyone can smoke a few if you want, and there is no limit."

"Men don't smoke, it's even worse than women's beards!" Zhou Xiaomo called his cigarettes for another ad, and then said, "However, I have to say ugly things in front of it. This fairy grass should be in moderation. If you smoke too much, it will be as intoxicating as wine."

Before Zhou Xiaomo traveled through time, the first time he smoked was entirely because he saw others' casual appearance when smoking. To put it bluntly, he learned to smoke to show off his coolness. In fact, the smell of cigarettes was not good at all. It was not until later that he gradually became addicted that he realized that smoking was also a kind of loneliness. What he sucked in was nicotine and the loneliness in the smoke was spit out.

Zhou Xiaomo did not expect everyone to fall in love with smoking. As long as one out of ten people fell in love with smoking, he would make a lot of money. He operated exclusively in the Tang Dynasty. How much money can he make can definitely be calculated by judging from his toes.

Of course, in this feudal society, it is definitely not ordinary people who can smoke. Ordinary people are still struggling below the poverty line of eating and wearing warm clothes, so how can they have spare money to smoke?
Chapter completed!