"The book has its own golden house..."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Hahaha~"

  In the audience's laughter, Luan Yunping waved her hand:

  "Hey, you don't have any culture either... It's okay, you continue."

  "Well... well. Anyway, I did what I liked. In order to show our literary qualities, I went to the Xinhua Bookstore."

  "Go to buy a book?"

  "Correct."

  "What did you buy?"

  "The old man's "Tea House"."

  "Hey, that's a famous book... wait a minute..."

  Luan Yunping, who had reacted incorrectly, quickly stopped him:

  "Mr. Wu, eh, Mr. Wu. Excuse me to ask you, what did you say you bought?"

  "The Tea House."

  "Who wrote it?"

  "What the hell!"

  "That's called Lao She!!!"

  Luan Yunping's face was full of absurdity.

  ……

  "Pfft hahahaha...Ouch~~"

  Under the stage, Tong Liya covered her cheeks and looked at the stage speechlessly with a group of audience members who were also laughing and covering their stomachs.

  full of tears...

  I don't know if it was pain or tears.

  (The 4000-word update has been completed, and it will be on the shelves at 12:[-]. Please read the testimonials and give your first order. I am very grateful! I give you all a hug, and please join us!).

Chapter 69

  I have so much to say, but I don't know what to say...

  I'm a writer who doesn't like to follow trends. In fact, when Deyun Douxiao Club first started, I wanted to write.But at that time, the old book was not finished, and my coding speed was slag, so I could only slowly ponder the outline.

  And when the old book was finished and the outline was finished, I suddenly found a lot of Dou Xiao Club... so it was put on hold for a while.

  When this book was written, the surrounding authors and friends all said that the popularity of Dou Xiao Club had passed, and writing it now is a bit of a loss.But I think as long as the stories are attractive, there should still be a lot of readers trying to dig a few novels that can be read in the same theme.

  And through everyone's encouragement, it seems that my book can barely catch your eyes.

  I thank you all for coming.

  Cross talk is a stubborn culture. If a book is simply based on variety shows or stereotyped urban plots, the book will not survive for long.In addition, the person is the senior brother of the "Yunzi generation", so I brought a teacher Yu's apprentice for this book.

  Just like a teacher like Yu, I would like to describe a character who is indifferent to life, and understands that he can see true knowledge in ordinary places after a lot of wind and waves.

  So we have our little Mr. Wu.

  As for the next story, the 06 timeline has come to an end, and the next timeline and plot outline are also properly arranged. As an old author with 800 million words +, you can rest assured.

  All the testimonials are on the shelves, and everything that needs to be said has been said, and everyone can see the quality of this book.At this point, I just want to say to you, if you believe me, please take a look at the chapter on the shelves.First, let's see if I was written by the legendary boss who couldn't support myself... Second, whether the quality of my chapters has changed.Third, can I bring you a good story...

  You and I are gentlemen's friends, the elders of the country can tolerate me, and don't make money in the world.

  Every cent of your subscription money is my food and clothing to support my family. You support me and compare my heart to my heart. I must be worthy of my conscience and bring you a good story after a meal.

  Here's a hug for you all.

  Thank you!

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Chapter 70

  "What?"

  In the audience's laughter, Wu Shaobai asked.

  Luan Yunping pointed at the table:

  "Abandon!!"

  "No, what the hell, the one from "The Camel Shape"!"

  "That's called Camel Xiangzi!!"

  "Hahahaha~ Ouch~ Ouch~ Can't- no more..."

  A group of spectators covered their stomachs.

  This is all hilarious.

  No.

  These two were so funny.

  Unbearable.

  "You, stop chasing other girls as soon as possible, go back to the kindergarten and read Pinyin - let's go."

  "Uh……"

  Wu Shaobai was stunned, then clapped his hands:

  "Yes, yes, yes. I forgot, hey, sorry everyone, I remembered it wrong."

  "Hey, you are sincere."

  "That's right, I took Lao She... ah no, Lao She's "Tea House" went to find that girl."

  "Yo, is this a confession?"

  "Yes. I walked in front of her... Girl, let's go, let's play two bowls of rotten meat noodles and eat outside?"

  "Huh~"

  Luan Yunping was completely helpless.

  The stalk here is that Chang Siye, a son of Eight Banners, met a woman who was selling a girl in a teahouse. He looked pitiful and asked the shopkeeper to make two bowls of rotten meat noodles for his account, and let the two go out to eat, don’t get in his way .

  Mr. Lao She did a great job in writing this plot. On the one hand, he showed Chang Siye's arrogance as a nobleman of the Eight Banners, and on the other hand, he showed his kind heart.

  As a result, it was used by Wu Shaobai like this... Immediately, it was a bit nondescript.

  "And the girl laughed. She put down the book in her hand."

  "Take a stick?"

  "What are you doing with the stick?"

  "It's easy to not kill you."

  "That's not true. She just smiled at me... oh, that smile is so pretty... it's goo and goo~"

  "Yes, I may not know how to bury you in my heart."

  "She told me..."

  "What did you say?"

  "She said: I don't like Lao She, I prefer Bajin."

  "Ok?"

  Luan Yunping straightened her neck:

  "Who?"

  "Eight pounds."

  "..."

  Now Luan Yunping is speechless, and Wu Shaobai's hands are spread out and his face is helpless:

  "I said girl, I'm six jins six taels, less than eight jins."

  "That's Ba Jin! Baby, if you can find a class, don't even think about chasing girls."

  "The girl also said something to me very gently."

  "What?"

  "roll!!!"

  "Hahahahaha~"

  A few spectators in the front row started pinching their stomachs again.

  Face full of pain.

  No, these two grandchildren are too poor.

  I can't take it anymore.

  People are happy to hear cross talk, how did these two suffer from the beginning...

  Ouch, it hurts to death.

  ……

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